From September to June, each school year, to be exact, I'm immersed in my 2 biggest responsibilities: working mom & teacher. It's no easy feat most days as I'm sure my neighbours can attest; I'm quite sure they think the 7:30am screaming banshee next door is nuts. It's because of these 2 all-giving, all forsaking responsibilities that my blogging takes a backseat.
:( Boooooo.
Thanks to twitter & pinterest, I'm always popping onto great blogs and reading really great blog posts, which, in turn, causes me to ponder my own blogging more and more.
Thus, it's my hope to do it more! I want to get my thoughts, musings, etc down on paper (so to speak) once again. It's enjoyable. It's reflective. It's 'out there'.
So, don't give up on me yet. I'm gonna get my groove back!
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Saturday, November 19, 2011
If you're interested in trying digital scrapbooking...
... to make your Christmas cards, or maybe just to make your memories this Christmas look a little extra snazzy, I recommend the My Memories Suite Software! I've used this software for 3 years now. It's SUPER easy to use, and allows you to get your creative juices flowing! There are some quick layout options on their site, and they often have beautiful digital elements for FREE on their site, too!
Best of all, what I love, is that there's no waiting for a disc of your software to arrive in the mail -- you can simply download it right from their site! http://www.mymemories.com/digital_scrapbooking_software
If you're interested in this software, I have a PROMO CODE for you to use: STMMMS50306
Use this code and receive some freebies right off the bat! (Here's an example of one of their freebies
I recommend you give it a try this Holiday Season!
Best of all, what I love, is that there's no waiting for a disc of your software to arrive in the mail -- you can simply download it right from their site! http://www.mymemories.com/digital_scrapbooking_software
If you're interested in this software, I have a PROMO CODE for you to use: STMMMS50306
Use this code and receive some freebies right off the bat! (Here's an example of one of their freebies
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| http://www.mymemories.com/store/share_the_memories_kit_1 |
Disclaimer: I am a Share the Memories "Affliate" ; however, my views on the product are truly my own.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
:: today ::
Today I sat and talked with some best friends...
And looked in wonder at some others.
Today I chatted with an old friend...
And was filled with joy for another.
Today I took a deep breath to prepare...
And opened my eyes to see.
Today I hugged an old friend...
And looking back I saw an old me.
Today I saw promise...
And held hope in my grasp.
Today I sat and wondered...
But now today is gone past...
And looked in wonder at some others.
Today I chatted with an old friend...
And was filled with joy for another.
Today I took a deep breath to prepare...
And opened my eyes to see.
Today I hugged an old friend...
And looking back I saw an old me.
Today I saw promise...
And held hope in my grasp.
Today I sat and wondered...
But now today is gone past...
Monday, June 20, 2011
The promise of a wish...
The other day my daughter had an eyelash on her cheek. She promptly placed it gently on her fingertip, closed her eyes, mumbled softly and blew it away into the wind. The promise of a wish.
"I can't tell you what I wished, Mommy, cuz then it won't come true."
For some reason that, to me, was so sad. The promise of a wish.
As an adult now, I can tell you that many of my birthday wishes, my bedtime pleas, my fallen eyelash wishes have not come true. I've never been to Disney World, Scotland, or Australia. I still didn't get to date that one guy. I haven't won a million dollars. But when I made those wishes, the promise that each held was of the utmost importance at the time.
They didn't come true.
I felt myself suddenly so sad for my dear daughter holding so fast to whatever promise she just had in that eyelash wish. Would that wish ever come true? How would I know? What would she be wishing for in the future?
So, I asked her. "What was your wish, honey?!"
"I can't tell you; it won't come true."
"Well, what's something you've wished for before? Not this time, but other times?"
"Well, honestly, mommy, I wish a lot to someday meet the real Hannah Montana!"
And with this simple admission, I knew I could make a difference in her empty promised wishes.
"Well, you know what? Sometimes wishes have a funny way of coming true."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, maybe God knew somehow that you'd probably never get to meet the real Hannah Montana, right?! But who did we go to see last year?!"
"Emily Osment"
"And who is she?!"
"Lily, Hannah Montana's best friend!"
"Exactly! And so God knew that if you'd never get to see Hannah Montana, at least you'd be able to say someday that you met her best friend! It was like your wish came true in a different way! Isn't that cool?"
"Now that I think of it, Mommy, I think that Emily Osment knew how special it was for me to be there! Remember how she waved right to me & gave me that piece of paper (set list)?! Wow. It was like my wish coming true in a different way!"
And with that I felt relieved. I felt as though she wouldn't have to live in the shadow of empty wishes. At least she had some hope... Some reason to keep on wishing because her wishes could be answered in another form. Happy sigh. Smile.
And someday when she's older, I'll tell her how for so many years, she was my fallen eyelash, my birthday candle wish, my tears softly falling at night. She is my wish come true.
"I can't tell you what I wished, Mommy, cuz then it won't come true."
For some reason that, to me, was so sad. The promise of a wish.
As an adult now, I can tell you that many of my birthday wishes, my bedtime pleas, my fallen eyelash wishes have not come true. I've never been to Disney World, Scotland, or Australia. I still didn't get to date that one guy. I haven't won a million dollars. But when I made those wishes, the promise that each held was of the utmost importance at the time.
They didn't come true.
I felt myself suddenly so sad for my dear daughter holding so fast to whatever promise she just had in that eyelash wish. Would that wish ever come true? How would I know? What would she be wishing for in the future?
So, I asked her. "What was your wish, honey?!"
"I can't tell you; it won't come true."
"Well, what's something you've wished for before? Not this time, but other times?"
"Well, honestly, mommy, I wish a lot to someday meet the real Hannah Montana!"
And with this simple admission, I knew I could make a difference in her empty promised wishes.
"Well, you know what? Sometimes wishes have a funny way of coming true."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, maybe God knew somehow that you'd probably never get to meet the real Hannah Montana, right?! But who did we go to see last year?!"
"Emily Osment"
"And who is she?!"
"Lily, Hannah Montana's best friend!"
"Exactly! And so God knew that if you'd never get to see Hannah Montana, at least you'd be able to say someday that you met her best friend! It was like your wish came true in a different way! Isn't that cool?"
"Now that I think of it, Mommy, I think that Emily Osment knew how special it was for me to be there! Remember how she waved right to me & gave me that piece of paper (set list)?! Wow. It was like my wish coming true in a different way!"
And with that I felt relieved. I felt as though she wouldn't have to live in the shadow of empty wishes. At least she had some hope... Some reason to keep on wishing because her wishes could be answered in another form. Happy sigh. Smile.
And someday when she's older, I'll tell her how for so many years, she was my fallen eyelash, my birthday candle wish, my tears softly falling at night. She is my wish come true.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
The Morning Commute
It starts, pretty much running and screaming, trying to get 2 kids into the truck somewhere between 7:30 and 7:38am. Monday through Friday. That's the first step. It ain't pretty, honey, let me tell you!
And so the half hour journey begins. While the scenery is beautiful, traveling isn't always so much. The road is a country winding route - full of "promise" in one direction, seemingly endless "potholes" in the other. (I use the term 'potholes' gently. "Craters" may be a better term.) One day we saw 39 deer, in one direction. Gotta watch those critters; they can jump out of nowhere it seems.
The music is on loud -- the kids' requested cd. They know it off by heart. I know it off by heart. In fact there's one track that we listen to at least 3 times in the half hour drive. Oh my. Sometimes I get a piece of toast or a sock thrown at me from the backseat. There's poking, and tears and hollering. But, there's also those moments when they pleasantly sing along (and they do it so well that sometimes I get tears in my eyes!).
The funny part of the drive is the other regular commuters.
I have to make the turn up the hill before that friggin' little red, falling apart Toyota gets on the road. The driver doesn't go over 70km/h, at all! And, given the route and the animals, and the potholes, and the plethora of people traveling in the promising direction, passing is not really an option.
Then there's the regular wavers. My good mornings with out a sound. They're all traveling in the promising direction. I meet the same vehicles every morning. Some of them I've been meeting in roughly the same spot each morning for 10 years now.
Billy's usually first. I found out his name at a hockey game. He was with someone I knew. He recognized me as "the driver of such-and-such a car." LOL We've been good buddies since. We chat about the other regulars on the road, the road conditions, lack of plowing in the winter, hockey, the news, etc. Billy is my first morning wave of cheer everyday.
Anne buzzes along next. I've known her for years in various ways. She waves every few days. (May be the morning fog. Or menopause.)
There's the couple I don't know. They won't wave. We meet in the same spot each morning. I've started beeping my horn happily at them to be friendly. LOL If they land in the ditch someday, I'll stop and help them. My horn beeping is my way of extending my hand...
There's the blue car waver. The sometimes-if-it-dawns-on-me greenish truck waver.
Hello, Mister out for your morning walk. I could set my watch by him.
Walker #2 with the funky (?) outfits. LMAO
Hey, Mister big smile always bundled up walker... Where have you been? I haven't seen you in a few weeks now that I think of it. Hmmmmm. Sad thing is, I can't even enquire because I don't know his name.
LIttle scruffy white doggie... stay the hell in your yard. You're gonna get hit!!!!!!
Another blue car waver. Silver car waver. Former student driving the yellow car, Good morning!
Hi, car with distinctive license plate who's erratic path scares me sometimes.
Potholes 1-1,789: You may be the death of me as I have to drive on the opposite side of the road to escape your wrath. :(
Ahhhhhhh.... it's a beautiful drive. It truly is. And in true country fashion, it rarely changes.
I wonder if people in big cities can have a commute as friendly and predictable with the human connection that mine has?
Til tomorrow morn'...
And so the half hour journey begins. While the scenery is beautiful, traveling isn't always so much. The road is a country winding route - full of "promise" in one direction, seemingly endless "potholes" in the other. (I use the term 'potholes' gently. "Craters" may be a better term.) One day we saw 39 deer, in one direction. Gotta watch those critters; they can jump out of nowhere it seems.
The music is on loud -- the kids' requested cd. They know it off by heart. I know it off by heart. In fact there's one track that we listen to at least 3 times in the half hour drive. Oh my. Sometimes I get a piece of toast or a sock thrown at me from the backseat. There's poking, and tears and hollering. But, there's also those moments when they pleasantly sing along (and they do it so well that sometimes I get tears in my eyes!).
The funny part of the drive is the other regular commuters.
I have to make the turn up the hill before that friggin' little red, falling apart Toyota gets on the road. The driver doesn't go over 70km/h, at all! And, given the route and the animals, and the potholes, and the plethora of people traveling in the promising direction, passing is not really an option.
Then there's the regular wavers. My good mornings with out a sound. They're all traveling in the promising direction. I meet the same vehicles every morning. Some of them I've been meeting in roughly the same spot each morning for 10 years now.
Billy's usually first. I found out his name at a hockey game. He was with someone I knew. He recognized me as "the driver of such-and-such a car." LOL We've been good buddies since. We chat about the other regulars on the road, the road conditions, lack of plowing in the winter, hockey, the news, etc. Billy is my first morning wave of cheer everyday.
Anne buzzes along next. I've known her for years in various ways. She waves every few days. (May be the morning fog. Or menopause.)
There's the couple I don't know. They won't wave. We meet in the same spot each morning. I've started beeping my horn happily at them to be friendly. LOL If they land in the ditch someday, I'll stop and help them. My horn beeping is my way of extending my hand...
There's the blue car waver. The sometimes-if-it-dawns-on-me greenish truck waver.
Hello, Mister out for your morning walk. I could set my watch by him.
Walker #2 with the funky (?) outfits. LMAO
Hey, Mister big smile always bundled up walker... Where have you been? I haven't seen you in a few weeks now that I think of it. Hmmmmm. Sad thing is, I can't even enquire because I don't know his name.
LIttle scruffy white doggie... stay the hell in your yard. You're gonna get hit!!!!!!
Another blue car waver. Silver car waver. Former student driving the yellow car, Good morning!
Hi, car with distinctive license plate who's erratic path scares me sometimes.
Potholes 1-1,789: You may be the death of me as I have to drive on the opposite side of the road to escape your wrath. :(
Ahhhhhhh.... it's a beautiful drive. It truly is. And in true country fashion, it rarely changes.
I wonder if people in big cities can have a commute as friendly and predictable with the human connection that mine has?
Til tomorrow morn'...
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