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.....it's GREAT!Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.comBlogger303125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-41912865309431516032016-02-19T19:51:00.001-05:002016-02-19T19:51:16.612-05:00I Am So Glad It's The Weekend!So on my way home this afternoon, I had my window open, enjoying the fresh air and the sunshine. I am waiting at a red light , and I am thinking "Wow, listen to those robins chirping". I was so excited. Robins are my favourite harbinger of spring don't-cha know. Then I started laughing and silently called myself an idiot. It was the crossing signal chirping I had been listening to. Dhuh!!!!!! I am so glad it is the weekend. SIGH!!!<br />
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Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-2390532909530209592016-01-22T21:50:00.000-05:002016-01-22T21:50:40.071-05:00Clares Newest Endeavor.This is just a quick post to say Congratulations to Clare on her new blog <a href="http://aconfettilife.blogspot.com.au/">Confetti Life</a>. I look forward to reading and enjoying her new blog home. Best of luck to you Clare's newest endeavorLoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-91734596640652036112015-11-30T22:49:00.002-05:002016-02-04T22:45:00.238-05:00God Bless.The Globe and Mail printed a very good article about Syrian families waiting to find out if they are approved for resettlement in Canada. <a href="http://trib.al/DgCvjcK"><span style="color: red;">http://trib.al/DgCvjcK</span></a> As I said it is a very good article. I hope you take time to read it. With that being said I have a few things I want to say. <br />
As angry as some of us may be at the thought of a lot of Syrian refugees coming into the country, if you have any compassion in your heart and mind, you will honestly have to admit how hard it must be for these people to leave everything they have ever known, to start over again. Am I worried about what will happen across Canada? Of course I am! Still, I have a very good life and don't really need anything, so how can I, as a Christian and a good person (at least I think I'm a good person) bemoan the fact that refugees are coming? If I am being totally honest, I can't. I wish every refugee, regardless of where they are from, a happy and exciting new life in Canada or in whatever country they settle in. To all refugees I hope that you find new friends and that your life is better for you. I pray to my God that He watches over you and your family. I pray that you find peace, happiness and eventually a love for your new home and country. May the God you believe in protect and guard you through your journey as well. Through all your trials and adventures to come GOD BLESS.<br />
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There is no medical or lawful reason to have her go into assisted living. We, the kids, have NO leg to stand on. She is, she told us not leaving her apartment. We can't make her. She could sue us if she wanted to. This is, unfortunately true. The law is on her side. While all of this was happening I spoke to one of her doctors and while doing so I started crying. I told him that I could not go through another bout of this arguing with my mother. His response was" Back Away. Tell your mother what you are doing and why you are doing it then walk away AND DO NOT HAVE ANY CONTACT with her. Stay firm. If not you will drive yourself into a mental hospital." I did it. No contact of any kind for six weeks. I miss my mom. I like her. I do love her very much. I made myself sick at Thanksgiving (beginning of October for us Canadians) because I didn't have her in. That was the fist time in seven years. I was making myself so sad not speaking to her. Today I broke down and called her. She is doing OK. There is still a bug problem in the apartment and she still is to see that as a problem. I actually lasted for almost ten minutes before I told her that I loved her and rang off. God, this is so hard to do. She's my mom and I want her safe and clean without living with bugs in a dump. The doctor and one of her case workers told me that it is her choice to live like that and only she can make the choice or not, to change her situation. So, I will speak to her on occasion make sure she is OK and will run errands or whatever if need be for her. But I will keep my own mental health sane and will not fall back to the spot I was last year, taking extra happy pills (anti depressants) and crying in the shower and car because I felt so helpless concerning moms living situation. I have got to stand firm in my resolve that she chooses to live like this and I have to learn to just let her be.Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-2214928889322825242015-09-25T09:04:00.002-04:002015-09-25T09:04:26.931-04:00AN EARLY GRAVEMy mother is 86 years young and she is a hoarder, or as she say's, a collector. Not a true hoarder in the sense that her life is in danger because you cannot get around in the apartment, but there is stuff / junk / garbage EVERYWHERE! There is not one surface in her apartment that is not piled with stuff. We, my hubby John, my brother Conrad and his wife Sue and my sister Alison, otherwise known as 'the kids", would like her to move into a nice retirement home. Not a nursing home. Mom does well on her own and does not need that level of care yet. But in a retirement home, she would have lots of company (she is very social), her room and living areas would be clean, she would not have to cook and there would be people around to keep an eye on her. She uses a walker, is going deaf and is legally blind. Mom has diabetes which has been giving her real problems over the last few years, and she has heart problems and major problems with her legs. We worry, constantly, about her falling or having a low sugar drop or having a heart problem when nobody is around. We all work. I am a half hour drive away from mom's apartment.. Allie is about fifteen minutes away, and Conrad and Sue are five minutes away. I thank God for those two, especially Sue. She is the one who takes mom grocery shopping, for haircuts and to the pharmacy. She has mom over for supper at least once a week. I try to be the one to get mom to her doctor's appointments and will go to wherever I am needed as often as I can. Allie will do whatever she is asked to do but she works really long early (starts at 4AM) hours. We all try to be good kids. Mom is oblivious to what we, especially what Sue, does for her. It's as if Mom expects us to do whatever for her without question. She rarely says thanks and doesn't buy a well deserved gift card (for Sue) once in a while. She does not offer gas money ever. Grrrrr....she is a very frustrating woman. She will not clean her apartment. She lives in a bug infested dump because she refuses to move because she will not spend any more money on rent. She has the money but she would rather spend it on more junk that she really does not need. Don't get me wrong. I don't care what mom buys. It's her money and she can spend it however she wants. But we, would like to get her out of the dump and into somewhere nice. All without upsetting her. We were all at her place last night to try to clean and move stuff as the corporation that owns the building is having a bug company come in to spray. We threw out massive amounts of stuff , aka garbage, and did not make much of a dent. Although now you can see the kitchen counter. I don't know how long that will last. I give it till Sunday the latest before it is piled with junk again.Mom refused to let us move out the table or clean the 3 cupboards that surround the tale. I will go back Sunday to try to get more done. The amount of bugs was disgusting. It didn't seem to matter how many we killed they just kept coming. I wish the owners would give mom an eviction notice and force her to move. I think that is the only way out of this situation. We all , love mom very much but there is only so much we can do. She is very much of sound mind. She is not confused. She is not dimmed minded. She is an intelligent woman. She keeps herself clean and well dresses. With all that being said she is also a very stubborn person. She absolutely refuses to see there is a problem living the way she does. We have had the powers that be come in assess, interview and work with her. They say she is a normal senior who is very capable of choosing where and how she lives and how she keeps her living space, hoarding and all. We have no legal recourse. Our hands are legally tied. All we can do is try to keep her safe long as we can. We all love her but our mother will drive us to an early grave. Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-20690440018221545412015-07-24T19:01:00.001-04:002015-07-24T19:01:58.309-04:00MAYBE NEXT SUMMERGosh, I cannot believe how fast summer is flying by. It seems it was just spring and here we are almost at the end of a hot July. Not that I am complaining. I can always find a spot of shade somewhere in the great outdoors. The grandbabies have been enjoying the pool with Hubby John. Neve, who is ten already, is such a big help with Kian who is five and Ronan who is two and a half. Kian tends to be a bit shy of anything, including the pool. Ronan is like a bull in a china shop. Plows right in and beware of anything or anyone in his way. Neve takes both of the boys in hand and works her magic and charm on the two of them. Hubby John, says he is more of a lifeguard when Neve is around because both boys ignored him and swarm around Neve. Poor HJ! LOL! Between swims HJ and myself ( I watch I rarely swim) have been puttering around the yard doing one project or another but somehow the "TO DO " list just keeps growing rather than shrinking. I haven't figured it out yet but I am thinking our brains are coming up with ideas faster than these old bodies can come up with the energy needed to complete the projects. Ahhh, not to worry though, everything will get done eventually. If not now than maybe next summer.Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-52134071730332672182015-05-14T19:24:00.000-04:002015-05-14T19:25:07.928-04:00Lost inCyber SpaceI must admit that I have been negligent in posting on a regular basis for some time now. With everything going on in my little cyber world I find my computer time being pulled this way and that. Facebook, emails and shared on-line games are all distractions for me and I must admit that I embraced them with my usual exuberance I have for all things new. I tend to get distracted very easy when I find shiny new things. I was told two different times, once by a ceramics teacher and also by a former teacher (who retired after teaching art for over 45 years), that people who go from project to project and who get bored easily tend to be very artistic and crafty. Not craft as in sly but crafty as in creative. I don't know about that but I do know that I love to do crafts and artsy things. I may not be good at them but I do enjoy them So anyways, a few months ago, well maybe more than a few, I discovered Pinterest. Boy, was that a mistake! Not really! The problem is that what should be a five minute glance seems to turn into a five hour marathon. SIGH. Well today while on my Pinterest marathon I came across the neatest craft blog site. I was totally thrilled with what Ann from <a href="http://makethebestofthings.blogspot.ca/"><span style="color: #e06666;">Make The Best Of Things</span></a> had pinned on Pinterest. A tutorial on how to make plastic pieces look like rusted tin. So of course, I had to follow the pin which took me to her blog where I spent a bit of time, I mean a lot of time, going through her posts. I was so glad that happened because it reminded me how much I love to read blogs and how much I really have missed blogging. 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Sometimes I leave a comment and sometimes, more often than not it seems, I just lurk around and enjoy just being an anonymous reader. I know that I have been saying that I am going to post more often but sometimes life gets in the way. Between work, grandbabies, family, home stuff, extended family stuff,<span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/"><span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black;">Facebook</span></a><span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black;">, P</span><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/"><span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black;">interest</span></a><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"> and old age, I just run out of time. I turn 60 this coming April. I am not getting any younger but my to-do list keeps getting longer. So I think the smart move for me to make would be to get rid of what takes up most of my time. So what would that be? Work! Yep that's the answer to all of my time problems. I need to retire! Seriously! And to show how serious I am I have added it to my to-do list. R<span style="color: black;">ight</span> under the line that says, WIN THE LOTTERY! SIGH! Like that's goanna happen any time soon</span><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;">. </span>Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-74624233049938657462014-10-10T14:24:00.002-04:002015-01-18T17:33:02.375-05:00Not that bad.It is a long weekend for us in Canada. Thanksgiving is on Monday, always the second Monday of October, and turkeys everywhere are going to be gobbled up. Hubby John and I are going to do a prime rib instead, as we will celebrate Thanksgiving later this month when all the kids and grandchildren are available. So one lucky gobbler will survive for a few more days anyways. I feel bad for the cow though. Well...not that bad. Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-65278558046966370222014-09-02T08:47:00.001-04:002015-01-18T11:26:49.234-05:00Good Morning Everyone!Six AM comes awfully early when you have been up and down a few times during the night. The trick is, at least for me, is to pretend I am still sleeping, then Monster Boy, aka Ronan, will lay quietly for another half hour before he announces to the household (not that anyone else will hear him over Papa's snores) that the day has begun. Downstairs it is snuggle time for a bit then MB is ready to watch Dinosaur Train on the telly. The Wee Fiend, aka Kian, is usually up and joining us by seven or so. Depending on how long Papa can convince him to stay snuggled in bed. Once TWF is up it is brekkie time. By this time I am wide awake and manage to feed both boys without injury to myself. Now most of us are totally awake, fed and ready to start the day. Papa starts emerging from under the covers by eight or nine. He is definitely not a early riser. But once he is up and at em the day officially starts. Good morning everyone!Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-74808708342710810022014-09-01T20:02:00.000-04:002015-01-18T17:30:45.698-05:00Not All Done In Just Yet.I cannot think of where the summer went to. Here we are on the first day of September and I don't remember August flying by like it did. Don't even ask about June or July. Did they even exist this year? There is a stinky tree at the end of my deck. In the spring, when it blooms, it smells like cat pee. I have no idea where this tree came from. One spring it just bloomed and voila! I have a stinky tree. It does give nice cover though, so I put up with the spring smell as it only lasts for a few weeks. Anyway, my point is that this tree is already filled with reddish colored leaves. Last week, or at least I thought it was last week, this tree had green leaves. When on earth did it change colors? Even the ivy type plant that climbs the back of the deck has some crimson leaves peeking through. Gee whiz! Can we not have summer for a bit longer? I am not ready for fall yet. Even though I like fall I would like to think that summer will be here a bit longer and that it's not all done in just yet.Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-83829336128446799052014-08-22T00:03:00.002-04:002015-01-18T17:51:22.761-05:00Tuesday was a dhuh day.<span style="color: #274e13;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tuesday was a dhuh day. My brain was in a total fog. I had not slept well the night before and was not my usual wide awake self. I was on my way to work when I realized my gas light was on. I had no idea of how long the light was on. Could be minutes or days. The light is hidden by the way I hold the wheel. I just happened to look down at the right time and realized it was on. Just great. So I figure out where the next gas station is and think I "should" have enough gas to make it there. Four blocks later I pull into the lot and turn off the key. Then I see the little pieces of paper they have taped to the tanks. NO GAS..... SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE . A man comes over to assist me and tells me the nearest gas station is about 20 or so blocks away. Great! Keeping my fingers crossed that I had enough gas, I hit every red light on my rush to get there. I was sure that I was coasting along on fumes when I pulled into the gas station with working pumps. I cosy up to the pump, turn off the key and get out of the car. Unbelievable! I am on the wrong side. SIGH. Over and over in my head, I am saying "pacer passenger, pacer passenger" because the pacer car we had before also had the gas tank on the passenger side and this is a memory reminder for me. Or at least it is suppose to be. Our van has the gas tank on the opposite side so my mantra usually works. Apparently not that day. Anyway, I get back in the car, pull around and stop, get out and again I am in the wrong position. I do this one more time before I finally have the gas tank and the pump lined up .in the right position. It is early. I am tired and am really thinking how badly I need a coffee. There are no other vehicles around. Mine is the lone car in a huge parking lot. I know, for a fact, that the clerk in the store has been watching me drive around and around the lot, pulling up in the wrong position and then driving around to try it again. He must have thought I was a total air head. I must say that he was very professional when I went in to pay. He didn't laugh at me right away, He waited until I laughed and said to him that it was going to be one of those days. Then he laughed and said "Ya think?" SIGH!! Tuesday was a dhuh day.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /></span><br />Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-18593303342516850762014-08-10T22:00:00.001-04:002014-08-10T22:00:48.211-04:00We'll see who's laughing, won't we?<span style="color: #cc0000;">There is a big black spider that lives under the black garbage pail in my basement. I believe it is a third or fifth or even possibly a tenth generation spider. I KNOW that it's there. It knows that I know that it's there. It knows that I have no choice but to go and stand beside that pail to do the laundry. It likes to give me heart attacks. It waits for me to bring a load of laundry over to the washer and then it rushes out and back again. It slides back behind the black pail while I stand trembling and gasping for breath and saying words that I should not be saying. I have no doubt that that little, I mean big, spider is laying there on it's back, with legs waving while laughing hysterically at what it's done to me yet once again. But not to worry. It is almost time. Sooner or later it will die. Just like it's predecessors, it will curl up and die. Poor spider! NOT!!! So go ahead and laugh to your hearts content spider. Cause your time is coming. I wait for the day You will be gone and I will still be here. Then we will see who's laughing won't we?</span> Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-27625544267466240412014-07-30T21:43:00.001-04:002015-01-18T17:36:06.454-05:00What They Need To Live.I just finished doing a five day challenge on Facebook. I had to post three positive things every day for five consecutive days. It was, for me, an easy challenge. I have such a blessed life. Family, friends, fairly good health, faith in God. A safe secure place to live, food to eat and a job that I like. A warm bed to sleep in and a nice house to live in. Clean clothes and shoes on my feet. I live in a country that is a good country to live in. I am not saying my life is perfect. I am saying I am very happy and blessed with the life I have. It is very sad to think of countries where the bare requirements of life are either not available or are almost impossible to get. Clean drinking water, food, soap, warm or cool clothing, shoes, medicine and clean unpolluted air. These are things that I have every day. Things that I take for granted. Things I will never have to worry about. Even if I were to loose my job there are agencies in place to ensure that I survive. I don't have a lot of disposable income. As often as I am able, I give money to charities and churches that are trying to help those in poor countries. I donate items to businesses that help raise funds for those in need. I do what I can to help. If every person would help where and when they can maybe the world would become a more livable place for those who don't have what they need to live.Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-12794389365572560052014-04-13T20:57:00.001-04:002014-04-13T20:57:17.944-04:00I am "The Lord"<div>
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I was over visiting <a href="http://tattingchic.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #ff6666;">Tatting Chic</span></a> who does beautiful lace work and she had this test on her side bar: </div>
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<span style="color: #006600;">Who Would You Be In 1400 AD. ?</span>As I love reading books that take place in the 1400's I though it only right that I take the test.<br />
It turns out that I would be "The Lord". I am sure this means "Lord of the Manor" and not "The Lord" as in the biblical sense.<br />
Although I do believe that God is a woman not a man. But I am starting to digress and that is a post subject for another day.<br />
Here is what the test had to say about me:<br />
<span style="color: #006600;">You scored 8% Cardinal, 59% Monk, 47% Lady, and 51% Knight!<br />You are of the intellectual breed and yet you are also very interested in war. ou are of the aristocracy and head the cavalry a safe distance from the carnage of the front lines. You believe in defeating your enemy with not only might, but also wit. You scored high as both the Monk and the Knight. You can try again to get a more precise description of either the Monk or the Knight, or you can be happy that you're an individual.</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hmmmm</span>.....it hit a few things right for me. Why not go and <a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-who-would-you-be-in-1400-ad-test"><span style="color: #996633;">try the test</span> </a>for yourself? </div>
Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-59426358798150312072014-04-13T20:08:00.000-04:002015-01-18T17:48:59.336-05:00I hate Swiss cheese!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-88035931059215172512013-09-23T22:24:00.001-04:002013-09-23T22:24:06.721-04:00I Won't Sweat The Small Stuff!The trouble with getting older is not the loss of years, or saying keys when you meant car or saying "I can't think of the word" when you know perfectly well what the word is but you can't spit it out. Or forgetting where you put what it is you are looking for and can't find. No, those are minor annoyances that you deal with as they happen. What is really frustrating, to me, is not being able to work with small items as well as I used to. I feel like my fingers are all thumbs. They are so clumsy. Hubby John is putting up a new shed. I help where I can. I find trying to hold the small screws and nuts and bolts is not as easy as it used to be. A touch of arthritis in the hands does not help. Crafting is still fun but I tend to get frustrated working with the little bits of glimmer, adornments and bling. I am having to learn to do old things in new ways. It's a learning process that I have a feeling will be mine from now until the end of my time. Oh well....if that is the worse that I have to complain about then I guess my life is really good. So I will throw in my crying towel and quit complaining. Now, where did I put my....you know...the thing you plug in that gets hot and sticks stuff together....oh yah, glue gun. Grrrr..Not to worry. It's all good. I'll just use tape and I won't sweat the small stuff!Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-77732522374684728922013-09-11T22:14:00.000-04:002013-09-11T22:27:16.208-04:00WE ARE ALWAYS LOVED.<div style="text-align: justify;">
Wow! I can't believe it has been this long since my last post. It has been a very busy six months. Not a good six months. More sad than happy. But even in the dark hours there have been spurts of sunshine. Hubby John and I have gotten lots of loving, hugs, kisses, snuggles, tickles, giggles and laughs from our Cutie Patootie Neve, The Wee Fiend Kian and Chunky Cheeks Ronan. Those three little people are our pride and joy. They always turn the bad days good and the black clouds blue. We are so very thankful that we have been blessed with them in our lives. So we'll continue to thank God for Her blessings and will continue to love those three babies that give us so much joy and will be content knowing we are are always loved.</div>
<br />Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-47266957868557313202013-03-22T12:36:00.000-04:002013-03-22T12:36:42.800-04:00We are so glad he is here!I haven't posted a picture of our newest arrival yet so here is one of him at 4 months.<br />
Ronan David was born on the lucky date of 12-12-12.<br />
What a great Christmas present he was!<br />
Can you tell he likes to eat??<br />
He is such a cutie and we are so glad he is here.<br />
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Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-87613617361532102322013-03-21T22:19:00.000-04:002013-03-21T22:19:14.722-04:00Get Your Feet UpI was visiting some of my favorite "Blogs That Make Me Go Ohhh" and when I got to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);"> <a href="http://needlewings.blogspot.ca/">A Frayed Of Fibers</a> blog I started to drool. What a talented lady Wanda is. Go over to her blog and see her latest creation. Fit for woman or beast, it looks like a great way to get your feet up.</span>Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-72547030208313260902013-03-21T19:56:00.000-04:002015-01-19T22:45:07.494-05:00Funny Fridays<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); color: #20124d;">Having three grand-babies keeps Hubby John and I young. It's like HJ always says, "if we'd known grandchildren were so much fun we would have had them first!". LOL! Our newest addition to the grand-babie pool is Ronan David. Ronan was born on 12-12-12. Lucky little boy. He is now almost five months old an is starting to become aware of his surroundings and his family. He is starting to smile more now that his mommy seems to have found what she can and can't eat while breast feeding. Ronan is a much happier little man than he has been these last few months. We enjoy him so much and can hardly wait until he starts to play with us. We don't get him without mommy being there yet, but that will happen eventually. The wee fiend, Kian, will turn 3 in June. He is so much fun to be with. He has learned to run, how to say NO, how to flirt and how to make his Grams and Papa laugh...all the time. Papa is his daycare on Fridays and now that I have every other Friday off I get to join in the fun. The WF loves to walk and we do a lot of walking when he's around. He also loves puddles and HJ and I can hardly wait for the spring thaw. Lookout puddles...here we come. My Cutie-Patootie, Neve, is now, according to her, a big girl, not a baby anymore. At eight years of age, she is right in that she is big, but she will always be our grand baby. CP is still a source of humor for us. Whenever we have her, even if only for a few minutes between school and dance classes, she is sure to come out with words of wisdom, that from a eight year olds point of view, make perfect sense. Most of what she says's makes us struggle to keep our laughter from exploding outwards and making her indignant or mad or both. CP is growing up too fast and we don't get enough of her during the school year. Hopefully, come schools end, we will have have her a for a few Fridays. Won't that be GREAT? All the grand babies on the same day. Come summer, I think HJ and I are in for some funny Fridays.</span></div>
Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1387904383787134987.post-21093480150322491622013-03-15T23:30:00.000-04:002013-03-16T01:02:21.135-04:00I Am Glad This Week Is Over!<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><span class="userContent">My trusted office cohort, Ms. S., is on holidays for three weeks. I am happy for her. I am sad for me. When either of us is away, the one left behind holding down the fort, has to do the work of two people. It is not always easy. My week went like this. </span><span class="userContent">Monday, I dumped the full contents of travel mug in my work tote bag while trying to unlock the office door. I had set the mug, which I thought was closed, in the bag to free up my hands. Apparently, it was not closed and I didn't realize it until I moved the bag to the floor, from my chair, where I had set it when I got to my desk. When I sat down I had a wet bottom and made the discovery of the 3" of cappachino in the bottom of my bag, in my sandwich container and all over my gloves, hat and umbrella. On Tuesday I spent 8 hours with face plastered against my computer screen, editing a file. Over and over and over again. 52 pages of little tiny lines of numbers and copy that had to line up and didn't want to. I hate working with word files. At the end of the day, </span><span class="userContent">my eyes feel like they are permanently crossed and I am still not finished. Wednesday, I spent another 8 hours re-editing the same file, over and over and over again. At the end of the day I was still not done, but I was happier with my progress and not as cross eyed. I email what I had completed so far, to the customer to proof and the I headed home for the day. Thursday, first thing in the morning I open an email from the customer, who informs me that the proofs of the work that I spent the last two days working on, are not correct. I had been working on the wrong file. Apparently, somehow, I must have deleted the original. I couldn't find anything in the recycle bin or deleted file so I do not know where the file went. Somehow I got working on an earlier version from last year. I cannot believe this is happening. I want to go back home, crawl into bed and cry. GRRRR.. I.took full responsibility for the whole fiasco. Even though a back up of the original file should have been made before the job came to me, I can't blame anyone else but me for the error. I should have made my own back up of the file when I first got it and not depended on someone else to do their job. I will not make that mistake again! My boss was not happy and I don't blame him. He was understaning in that it was a stupid mistake. There was nothing to do but start over. I spent the rest morning trying to find a copy of the original email and file, that had been sent to someone else, who was away for the day. Then, working with another employee, (she is not in the office but works in the company) we located a copy, deep in the computer somewhere, and spent the next few hours getting the headers and margins and all that stuff sorted out. I then handed the job over to her to do the editing. There was no way that I was going to try to start over again on that job. Instead, I spent the next 5 hours typing dockets, answering the phone that never stopped ringing and assuring my boss, who was constantly at my desk hovering, that the editing on that stupid job, would get done. TAKE A PILL AND CALM DOWN is what I would like to tell him, but I didn't. Today, Friday, I spent the day trying to get done, the work that has been sitting on my desk from when I was away on a weeks holiday, 2 weeks ago. I have not had time to even look at it. I spent an hour just replying to emails that had been set aside as not urgent. As for the stack of paperwork in my in-box, I still have not gotten it done. I did make a very small dent in it, but it still sits there waiting for me. I shudder every time I look at my desk. It is so messy with piles of stuff waiting to be sorted and dealt with. Maybe next week.....fingers crossed. Anyway,</span><span class="userContent"> I had been up a few times sick during Thursday night. I went into work on this morning, still feeling sick but thinking I could shake it off. I ended closing the office early and going home. I crawled into bed where I slept for a few hours. I woke up still feeling ill. I am glad this week is over!!</span></span></span>Loishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982808720385645394noreply@blogger.com1