Dang I'm so tired. Not having picked up my camera all that much in the last few weeks I felt completely rusty for the first half of the day. Eleven hours later and all I wanna do is hit the sack yet I'm here. Hard to believe only one more wedding for the season and I'm done! Today was a total hit. A fantastic group of people. What's with the french folk, they always impress my socks off.
My front walk way was supposed to be finished tomorrow but I think it's going to have to wait some more. What's another day or two on top of the month long process.
It's good to take off for the day every now and again. People realize just how much you do round the joint. :)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
REGRETS
Hmm... too much to report on. It doesn't help that blogger is rather touchy and only let's me log in when it's in the mood.
Here is a thought I mull over often. I am 28 years old. I just got I.D. at the liquor mart, "YES!" but besides that... I've been married for almost ten years. (shute I hope that's right) And here is the thing...
I have never seen or visited half the places that I ever hope to or imagine and chances are I never will. Not Mexico, Paris, nor Africa. I can not afford a new car but then again you probably can't either. I limit myself to going out once to twice a week and as a result I have only a handful of what I can call good friends. I fix lunch, and supper, do the laundry, take the trash out, feed the dog, pay the bills, mow the kids, bath the lawn, err... right. You get the picture. Drive husband here, drive children there, "Could you please do something with your hair?" says my 14 year old. Hair. Kids. Kids and hair. I have one, two, three, four, five, plus one ridiculously charming kids. Who knew it would be my unborn ones that would cause me the most stress? And did I mention homeschooling?
And so here is what I wish. But please, let's keep this between you and me. Classified information. I wish... if I believed in wishes that is... I wish I had not married when I did.
There.
I said it.
This is where your pat yourself on the back and say,
"See, I knew it! I was right all along!"
Well hold yer horses cowboys!
While we're at the wishing well let's stick to out true Canadians heritage and redeem our buy-on-get-one-free coupon.
Wish number two.
I wish I had met my husband earlier. I wish we'd tied the not the day we met. I wish my lips had never touched anothers. I'm 28 years old, I've been married for almost ten years, and all in all, I just wish we had more time. More time, more kids, more bills to pay. More swings and strollers, sleepless nights, more of all the things that make our lives.
Now if you don't know me, and I don't know you here is a much needed disclaimer. There is nothing perfect about our relationship. If anything it is perfectly imperfect. Our only saving grace? Forgiveness. For-give-ness that's FOR giving and not for with holding. A much needed sense of humor and did I mention forgiveness?
I'm a people watcher at heart, an observer, and as a young adolescent I noted that yes, indeed... all the good ones were taken. Like my youth pastor for example. I confess publicly for the first time ever, (and by God I hope he never lays eyes on this), but me and just about ever other girl were crushing on him big time.
Over the years I have learned this. And as cliche as it sounds, it it's nerveless every bit true. As important as it is to find the right person, it's all the more important to be the right person and that my friend, is a never ending battle for our demons will always come to haunt us. We are continually a work in progress.
Time to sign off and make more memories with my best friend. My one and only (enough with the CHEESE!!!). Next to the Lord, without him none of this would be possible and what a sad and pathetic excuse for a life that would be.
Here is a thought I mull over often. I am 28 years old. I just got I.D. at the liquor mart, "YES!" but besides that... I've been married for almost ten years. (shute I hope that's right) And here is the thing...
I have never seen or visited half the places that I ever hope to or imagine and chances are I never will. Not Mexico, Paris, nor Africa. I can not afford a new car but then again you probably can't either. I limit myself to going out once to twice a week and as a result I have only a handful of what I can call good friends. I fix lunch, and supper, do the laundry, take the trash out, feed the dog, pay the bills, mow the kids, bath the lawn, err... right. You get the picture. Drive husband here, drive children there, "Could you please do something with your hair?" says my 14 year old. Hair. Kids. Kids and hair. I have one, two, three, four, five, plus one ridiculously charming kids. Who knew it would be my unborn ones that would cause me the most stress? And did I mention homeschooling?
And so here is what I wish. But please, let's keep this between you and me. Classified information. I wish... if I believed in wishes that is... I wish I had not married when I did.
There.
I said it.
This is where your pat yourself on the back and say,
"See, I knew it! I was right all along!"
Well hold yer horses cowboys!
While we're at the wishing well let's stick to out true Canadians heritage and redeem our buy-on-get-one-free coupon.
Wish number two.
I wish I had met my husband earlier. I wish we'd tied the not the day we met. I wish my lips had never touched anothers. I'm 28 years old, I've been married for almost ten years, and all in all, I just wish we had more time. More time, more kids, more bills to pay. More swings and strollers, sleepless nights, more of all the things that make our lives.
Now if you don't know me, and I don't know you here is a much needed disclaimer. There is nothing perfect about our relationship. If anything it is perfectly imperfect. Our only saving grace? Forgiveness. For-give-ness that's FOR giving and not for with holding. A much needed sense of humor and did I mention forgiveness?
I'm a people watcher at heart, an observer, and as a young adolescent I noted that yes, indeed... all the good ones were taken. Like my youth pastor for example. I confess publicly for the first time ever, (and by God I hope he never lays eyes on this), but me and just about ever other girl were crushing on him big time.
Over the years I have learned this. And as cliche as it sounds, it it's nerveless every bit true. As important as it is to find the right person, it's all the more important to be the right person and that my friend, is a never ending battle for our demons will always come to haunt us. We are continually a work in progress.
Time to sign off and make more memories with my best friend. My one and only (enough with the CHEESE!!!). Next to the Lord, without him none of this would be possible and what a sad and pathetic excuse for a life that would be.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Back to 145.6 and was totally expecting it. I was kinda off track today too, but I went for a midnight stroll with my Hun and H to try and rectify it. No injuries this time around thank God. Watched Hitch today with the fam and even though we had all seen it before we laughed our pants off. Good times. Good times. While watching the movie, because a Mom never does just one thing at a time, I baked Rhubarb Muffins. We went out of town yesterday, returning home with a bountiful of goods from the garden one of which was Rhubarb. Tomorrow I shall make jam! If I have time that is....
Tomorrow is an exciting and scary day all at once. We finally meet with the Doc in regards to C. I'm not sure if I'll be able to sleep tonight. I am also faced with the task of packing for my little two night getaway with the girls, not my girls that is, just some random girls from church. Well mostly random but not. But really, what's there to pack? Even if I go with no more then the very clothes on my back I will still feel like I over packed.
Tomorrow is an exciting and scary day all at once. We finally meet with the Doc in regards to C. I'm not sure if I'll be able to sleep tonight. I am also faced with the task of packing for my little two night getaway with the girls, not my girls that is, just some random girls from church. Well mostly random but not. But really, what's there to pack? Even if I go with no more then the very clothes on my back I will still feel like I over packed.
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