Thursday, February 11, 2010

Long Lost Friendship

I was am (not sure which is correct, as my Dad has been retired from the forces for some time now), but then again do you ever stop being an "army brat", an armed forces dependant, oh anyway, as anyone who grew up on Army/Navy/Airforce bases knows you or your friends tend to move around every 3 years or so. You get used to making short term friends, and then you move on to make new ones, if your lucky you keep some as lifelong friends but I think overall they are far and few between the ones who moved on every other year.

I just recently was contacted (believe it or not through by one of those long lost friendships.

What a great feeling it is to renew friendships with someone who had meant a great deal to you, to find out how their lives panned out and to be able to carry on a current relationship (even though it is mostly through Facebook! But then again now my facebook isn't just for games and farming anymore!)

During one of our recent conversations I learned something I never knew about back when we were friends hanging out together. We were 10 the year her mother died (which is now 43 years ago, from open heart surgery) which I do remember and always will remember the helpless feeling I felt during that time not knowing what to say to her. She told me my Dad had gone to the funeral (which was not held locally). She had been feeling very alone and scared among relatives she barely knew and when she saw him there she went over to him and he picked her up and kept her on his lap the entire afternoon. She said she felt safe and secure and to this day had always wanted him to know what that had meant to her.

I passed this along to my Dad and he was deeply touched by her words and now she also feels better having been able to pass along her feelings to him after all these years.

 Sometimes life throws out some good curves too!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

My Opinion Counts

Parties mum on spending details- after Auditor General gave his report on excessive and inappropriate spending.

Our local newstation has a facebook site where sometimes you can give responses to some of the news items of the day. This was the first time I chose to actually send in a response. So here I was tending my "Farmville" (can't let my crops die, or forget to gather the eggs and milk!), when I hear my name, mine! COOL!

They read my response during the newscast (a long with a half dozen others). It's kinda cool to hear them say your name and read what you have to say.

This was my response to the question- Do you think names should be listed for the public to see of those MLA's who had very questionable spending using tax payer money.

I think all MLA's should be ashamed of themselves and their conduct, especially with the economic devastation that has recently occurred. So many taxpayers are feeling the pinch and yet the MLA's put themselves above everyone else, taking what isn't theirs to take. To use the excuse that the guidelines were not clear is also shameful, common sense tells them it was JUST WRONG.

And get this, not only did they read it once, they read it again when talking directly to the leader of one of the parties! Wow, I just may have to put forth my opinion more often!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010


I came across this site in Readers Digest:
Way cool site!!

This was one of the notes I saw as I was checking out the site.

 I couldn't resist showing you as I am sure there are many of you out there who (like me) have a fear of spiders!

I sent it to my sister cause this is definitely something she would do, and this was her response!

Haha . . . I can certainly relate!

When I was living in the trailer after we were married there was a huge spider on the wall above the couch and I spent ½ hour standing there with a shoe trying to will myself to kill it and then I finally had to call mom to drive out and get it for me J
and then there was the time there was a spider on my bedskirt when I was living upstairs and mom had to come up and lift the mattress off the bed and then turn the bedspring over cause it had crawled under the bed. I was standing in the living room watching her do it.
I could write a book . . .