Month: August 2008

  • This Reminded me of Raiders of the Lost Ark

    My big brother strikes again:

  • Watch Out for Those Bears!

     

    My brother has sent me more email…

  • Ten Things I Love That Start With “W”

    1. My sister-in-law Wendy. She is sweet and thoughtful.
    2. Wylie Coyote. I always wanted him to beat the crap out of the Roadrunner!
    3. Wine. My husband hates it, so I do not keep bottles at home anymore, but whenever we go out, I love a glass with dinner.
    4. Water. I drink a lot of it, and I love to swim in it.
    5. Weed.
    6. Wolves… they are  beautiful.
    7. Woods. I miss the family camping trips .
    8. Wilson Pickett. He could SING!
    9. William Shakespeare. Still my favourite.
    10. Walking. Alone. It’s so peaceful to just see things, be part of things, and not have to talk to anyone or listen to anyone.

    This is a tag game I got from Bricker59; anyone want a letter?

  • Another Email From My Big brother

  • Something Funny For A Change

    I told my brother that I am tired of being sad, and he emailed this video to me.

  • Mean Girls

    After I dropped Ken off at work this afternoon, I went to the supermarket across the street.

    There was a woman and two little girls (each about 8-10 years old) walking in before me.

    As we enter the store, one little girl squeals out, “There’s Wendyyyyy!”, and the two of them run off.

    They seemed happy to have spotted this Wendy girl.

    The woman says nothing. By the time her girls (I assume they’re hers) take off, she’s checking out melons. I had stopped to check out fruit salad on an endcap.

    Wendy was looking at the candy and snacks in front of the registers when the two girls attacked.

    Wendy was WAY smaller than the two girls… and there were TWO of them. They pushed her down, one girl grabbed Wendy’s hair and the other girl slapped her face…a LOT.

    Horrified, I yelled to their mother, “Ma’am? Your kids are beating up that little girl!” and I pointed.

    I guess i expected her to break it up, make the girls apologize to Wendy, talk to Wendy’s parents, leave the store and punish her daughters.

    She shrugged and looked at me as if to say something like, “Ehhh. kids! Whattayagonnadoo?”

    This scared me more than the fighting.

    By the time I had told the woman what was happening and she gave me her “so what?” shrug, two cashiers had broken up the fight and were looking around, I assume, for parents.

    I went up to them and pointed at the woman… who, by the way, was still looking at melons.

    A manager-looking fellow in the dark green jacket strolled up to the melon lady, followed by the two cashiers pulling her daughters along. Wendy followed them, alone.

    It was like i just could NOT mind my business. Normally, I would have left at that point, because it looked like there was an end to the incident in sight, and it didn’t involve me. But I just had to know how this was going to end…

    So I stood by the fruit salad and listened. I could hear very little of the conversation but I learned this:

    These girls explained to their mother that they were “just having fun”.
    Wendy said she was there without her parents.
    The mother-person said the girls are good kids, they just have a lot of energy.

    What the hell???

     

  • Sam’s Love Affair With Liz

    Sam is in love with my big red Liz bag:

  • My Guys

    Some recent pictures of my Ken and my Sam…

  • Sleeping Angel

    Just a few pics of my angel napping on the sofa…


    Looking at these photographs, you would never guess how truly
    mischievous The Sam really is!

  • The Last Ride Together

    “The Last Ride Together” is a sort of long poem by Robert Browning. It is one of my favourite poems of all time, and one that I read to my mother more than once while she was in the hospital. Because it is ten verses long, I will not type out the whole thing here. But if you are ever in the mood for a nice poem, check Men and Women out at your local library.

    X. And yet — she has not spoke so long!
        What if Heaven be, that, fair and strong
        At life’s best, with our eyes upturned
        Whither life’s flower is first discerned,
           We, fixed so, ever should so abide?
        What if we still ride on, we two,
        With life for ever old yet new,
        Changed not in kind but in degree,
        The instant made eternity, —
        And Heaven just prove that I and she
           Ride, ride together, for ever ride?