tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82121435754647910512024-02-19T04:26:35.993-06:00New BeginningMy little corner of the worldThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-79293214226828399082011-01-30T12:32:00.002-06:002011-01-30T12:51:59.030-06:00Time Flies....and change is a constant. Since my last post, there have been yet more changes. I am now a happily married woman living in new home and on the brink of starting a new job. After 13 years, I have decided to make a change on the job front. I finished my last shift at Tim Horton's on Friday with mixed emotions and one or two tears. See, without Tim's my life would be completely different. When I moved to Timmins 10 yrs ago, I was a newlywed and took a job at the Tim's in South Porcupine and assumed ot would be temporary until I found a different line of work. Turns out, temporary meant 10 yrs. In my time at that particular store, I made friends, got pregnant, had a little boy and life was good. Then it all turned upside down. Long story short, I became a single mother of one. That changed my life. I met a man who was also employed at the Square and we became friends. Ok, friends with benefits if I'm telling the WHOLE story. On August 11, 2008, he took a job at Future Shop and I turned his world upside down when I told him he was gonna be a daddy. At that point in my life, I was still very much confused and scared and lonely and a whole host of other emotions. Shortly after, I told him I was not ready for a serious relationship and we ended the "with benefits" part, but still reamined friends and in constant contact. After all, he was to be the father of my child...I delivered Noah on April 15, 2009 with the help of my best friend and for a long time, we did the whole sharing care of Noah. Then one day last March, we went for lunch and somwhere between picking him up and ordering lunch, I realized what a great man and father he was and that I would be a fool to let him get away a second time. We kind of picked up right where we left off, as if we had never been apart for 18 months. This summer he propsed, I said yes and bing bang boom, we were married New Year's Day. In addition to Curtis and Noah, I would not have met Laura, who is more or less the other half of me and my BFF. We get each other in a way only certain people can. She and I have seen a lot over the last 3 years, and last March I almost lost her. I am thankful everyday she made it through and was able to stand beside me as my Maid of Honour at the wedding. I couldn't and wouldn't have done it without her. So in addition to 13 years of income, Tim Horton's has given me many gifts that I would not have otherwise have. The love of a wonderful man, a second beautiful son and a best friend who is without a doubt, also family. For those things alone, I will forever be thankful.Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-86093942925627950682010-08-23T23:01:00.003-05:002010-08-23T23:13:34.611-05:00My bad...I figure by this point, nobody even bothers to check anymore since it has been so long since I posted, but what the hell, it's midnight and I can't sleep. That'll learn me for drinking coffee at 9:30 at night. So obviously a whole lot has transpired since my last post. I must say, the majority of it has been for the better, which is leading down the road to for better or for worse... This may drag on, but I gotta just go with it. When my husband left me for another woman 4 years ago, I wanted to crawl into a hole and never emerge. Never did I think I would entertain the thought of marrying again, but then life happened. Curtis and I did things a little backwards and non-traditional. We met in February or March of 08 and in mid-August we discovered I was pregnant. Before I realized that however, I had decided I wasn't ready for whatever I thought might happen and we took some time apart. In April of 2009, Noah was born and although I had thought that was the last thing I needed at that point in my life, I couldn't have been more wrong. In March 2010, I almost lost my best friend to an overdose, thank God she managed to pull through. Also in March 2010, I got hit with a lightning bolt out of the blue. One day I looked at Curtis and realized he was what I wanted and needed in my life. Skip to June 1st, we moved him into my 2 bedroom apartment which by this point was becoming quite "cozy". Then, last Thursday, on the heels of our first family holiday(minus Noah), he proposed. Given all that has happened the last little while(which is a WHOLE other story), I said yes. Life is too short to not take chances and live it to the fullest. So although things have been a little mixed up over the last 2 years for us, we are very much looking toward the future as a family... :)Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-22903136085124582682010-03-30T18:50:00.002-05:002010-03-30T18:59:55.776-05:00BlurSo my last post was pretty positive, right? Well, since then, my best friend was admitted to the hospital for an intentional (almost) overdose, my dad had a third heart attack and is in the hospital in North Bay and my boyfriend has until June 1st to find a place to live as his landlord has decided to give the place to his daughter. Oh, and my bff and her husband have until May 1st to find a place as her landlord is losing his job and he and his wife and kids will be moving into the apartment. Needless to say, I am a wee bit emotional these days. In between seeing my bff and taking a quick trip to see my dad, I have been keeping fairly busy so as to avoid thinking about what could have been. Best not to think that way. Although we have only been friends for about 3 yrs, it feels like she and her family have been a part of my life forever. Her kids are my kids and my kids are her kids. We may not be blood, but we are family. Hell she was there holding my hand the day Noah was born. I miss her more than words can say right now, as her visits and calls are limited. All I can do is pray for the best and hope she lets the professionals help her. As for my dad, he is out of critical care but still in the hospital, for how long I do not know. I am a daddy's girl through and through and am not afraid to admit it, even at 36. It seems when it rains it pours. The only thing to do right now is take one day at a time, and be thankful I am not alone.Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-61573573237743880002010-03-24T14:53:00.002-05:002010-03-24T14:58:58.759-05:00Spring...A time of new beginnings, growth and change. I love spring rain, flowers blooming and the kids playing outside in the sunshine. Love is in the air. I can tell you that after 4 long years, a few bad choices and plenty of tears, I have found it in the most unexpected place. Noah's father and I are working on being a real family and I could not be happier. I can't ever explain how it happened. One day I went to bed and we were friends, the next, it was like an episode of the Twilight Zone. All of a sudden I saw him in a new light. And I realized that everything I had been looking for was right in front of me the whole time. Who knew? I guess it's like the old phrase you can't see the forest for the trees. Anyway, we are taking things one day at a time, but I can tell you to love and be loved, is the greatest gift of all...xoThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-71805285020164270602010-03-11T19:56:00.002-06:002010-03-11T20:03:54.037-06:00Slight Change of Plans<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvj47gAdfiz7akMreWOJDdBil94pugYeOhPKDyWDRDOzx828cF8ZCz-EWvXaGKUIH1QmrpRmdTgSZIgXE5lHNvQ0AUjVR8C4l7bLltb4U5KL8qQ4TcUt0-rxovQWxrdd9yr9aQ4AxRXA/s1600-h/003.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447560518156831026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvj47gAdfiz7akMreWOJDdBil94pugYeOhPKDyWDRDOzx828cF8ZCz-EWvXaGKUIH1QmrpRmdTgSZIgXE5lHNvQ0AUjVR8C4l7bLltb4U5KL8qQ4TcUt0-rxovQWxrdd9yr9aQ4AxRXA/s320/003.jpg" /></a> So I won't be going back as soon as I thought. The other day my knee swelled to twice it's size so I made a trip to the ER, where they referred me back to the surgeon who did the operation. Long story short, I am not as ready to go back (physically) as I thought I was. I can be stubborn all I want, but in this case, my knees are doin the talking and they are telling me to let them recover. Ok, I hear ya...<br /><div></div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-66769395377153916012010-03-08T12:19:00.002-06:002010-03-08T12:25:15.854-06:00The Countdown is On...This time 2 weeks from now, yours truly will be back to the grind(s), literally. I cannot believe how fast the year has gone and the thought of returning to work brings with it many emotions. Although I have missed all "my girls" and my customers, there have been some changes over the last 6 months or so. One person in particular will be missed but she has moved on to other things and we remain the best of friends. I will miss my boys as well, having been able to do whatever and whenever with them has brought me much joy. Evan asked if I had to go back, and as much as I would love to stay home, I have yet figured out a way to get paid for doing that. Any suggestions? For now, I will enjoy my last 2 weeks with my boys and a raod trip with my BFF and return to work with a new attitude...lolThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-298336788566870862010-02-14T14:42:00.003-06:002010-02-14T15:51:44.613-06:00Long Time No See<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2h3IW5GqZrzIjgDmkVfx3ZbP_M1x8AoNEHQZ3UrJ3DqHA4GZL2UL-obetznEGk86FkKQHl81pxHmpm_xMN0txGdcXDziyrlGBLs7OgdD540dnQ-8DzqsCRDCtzU9x-as5qnCDwTZjFg/s1600-h/067.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438203726419600530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2h3IW5GqZrzIjgDmkVfx3ZbP_M1x8AoNEHQZ3UrJ3DqHA4GZL2UL-obetznEGk86FkKQHl81pxHmpm_xMN0txGdcXDziyrlGBLs7OgdD540dnQ-8DzqsCRDCtzU9x-as5qnCDwTZjFg/s320/067.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3USHSfELUOCl9h7-YyeYR1f_k6TjtLF2GXDnc7L6VXVskSTieYe7sBA68r-VadZX-n9VqujfBx5hFh8uqjdsPB8Z7RPefszIwGI6S3pFgQlFRWn7SBu-UduVV_TAcls4GRMBBI4C6Q/s1600-h/058.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438203718317595842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3USHSfELUOCl9h7-YyeYR1f_k6TjtLF2GXDnc7L6VXVskSTieYe7sBA68r-VadZX-n9VqujfBx5hFh8uqjdsPB8Z7RPefszIwGI6S3pFgQlFRWn7SBu-UduVV_TAcls4GRMBBI4C6Q/s320/058.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>I just realized a lot of time has gone by since my last post. Guess life has been busy... Boys are good, Evan is doing well and will soon be 8 and Noah took his first steps this week. I have now been off work 11 months and don't want to use the term "dreading" but definitely not super excited a the prospect of returning to work for a lot of reasons. 2010 is off to a start, I have no adjectives at this particular moment that would sum it up properly. First knee surgery is out of the way, second is scheduled for March 1st. One of these days I will elaborate on all that is going on in my little world, but for now, it's dinner time...;)</div></div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-44628595339929224582009-09-23T14:57:00.003-05:002009-09-23T15:00:39.411-05:00Growing like a Weed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6s2W8OEh3BOX_5prb2jloXmpGrXySluqSZaQJ7i1fJkKnuAzFtAAsLMn28tF7V4JfTU5BxTzrw3xZfaHHTfx5_Nle8LLB7Ug5vG64lIjc1wOHFCS7ffZgDJqydhLWYtxb0xBIi4Krw/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384754743288993298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6s2W8OEh3BOX_5prb2jloXmpGrXySluqSZaQJ7i1fJkKnuAzFtAAsLMn28tF7V4JfTU5BxTzrw3xZfaHHTfx5_Nle8LLB7Ug5vG64lIjc1wOHFCS7ffZgDJqydhLWYtxb0xBIi4Krw/s320/006.JPG" /></a><br /><div>So my little man is now 15.5 lbs and is 25.5 inches long. Man how the time flies...He can roll both ways and is almost sitting up. With the help of the Bumbo seat, he can see the world from his point of view. I have another 6 months to go if I choose and this time around, I think I will take it. Man I love my kids...:)</div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-3173111108575272782009-09-11T08:30:00.003-05:002009-09-11T08:38:14.423-05:00My Little Man<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyki-CJ3K6Vt8RunShOOO6aL0drWrbG27GkQW-XtjSBAc65DQuL59iH_yGLzJQrWdfxUxJWtz3O6F1LXZpVUg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unfortunately my camera does not capture sound, but I think it's cute nonetheless.Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-56803517195020246402009-09-02T10:06:00.003-05:002009-09-02T10:10:57.343-05:00BTW....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFf04ZfG4pfxu3RB5EOHCtk6rUseQFGtfw5qQ7Y57pizNTGGgRacBwyo8x1t5mQfN_SmKUTwrV3i6O8tXRpPhtp7DNWhtbJtjcR3i39b7iKAa8dOILpS50bR99-HydqnIbQhcBOfsQRQ/s1600-h/066.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376887025634444466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFf04ZfG4pfxu3RB5EOHCtk6rUseQFGtfw5qQ7Y57pizNTGGgRacBwyo8x1t5mQfN_SmKUTwrV3i6O8tXRpPhtp7DNWhtbJtjcR3i39b7iKAa8dOILpS50bR99-HydqnIbQhcBOfsQRQ/s320/066.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CMMCU_mia0dFqoJyRrR3Z2QqOe_zlYaF0qr3eYaJ54yvUm-udFMLtWUJZUlZaxPYMuGq0ssNe7rRy2r5lNEJZtNS4HmtJ4vhxlAOhbiTKojpLJd6yeJXTI1t9xaa_22CIekglm4ckA/s1600-h/059.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376887017923497234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CMMCU_mia0dFqoJyRrR3Z2QqOe_zlYaF0qr3eYaJ54yvUm-udFMLtWUJZUlZaxPYMuGq0ssNe7rRy2r5lNEJZtNS4HmtJ4vhxlAOhbiTKojpLJd6yeJXTI1t9xaa_22CIekglm4ckA/s320/059.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Kenny completely kicked ASS!!! Although I would have LOVED to have been among the throngs of fans who were lucky enough for floor/front row seats, ours were all in all not that bad. As for Ottawa in general, wtf? I have never seen so many no turn left, no turn right, and one way streets in my life. We got lost every time we left the hotel! On the bright side, we did get to see a lot of Ottawa...I have however decided that Santa needs to bring me a new camera. Every now and then I Go Back...sigh</div></div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-67259553121707294902009-08-25T12:45:00.002-05:002009-08-25T12:51:25.613-05:00Waiting...So here's the deal. I have been alone for 3 years now and even though my kids are top of my list and the joy in my life, it feels like something is missing. I know, I know, good things come to those who wait. But you wanna know a secret? I am terrified of being alone for the rest of my life. I miss having a hand to hold, a shoulder to lean on and arms around me. I have no idea where to meet people, and given my lack of spare time, it seems inevitable that I will be alone. Maybe it is the spare time I have while the kids are visiting grandma and grandpa and I am doing too much thinking, who knows. But if anyone has any nephews, brothers, friends....(in the late-30 to early-40 range...lol) keep in mind a little blue eyed girl. I'm just sayin is all.....Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-75428477915400135822009-08-14T12:26:00.001-05:002009-08-14T12:26:56.836-05:005 More Sleeps<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2feuyge1-EXPAFGkzZ8udlOI4SJ9cYWd4XATRQC6t_E7bFFz4ZRaTy-sCFe5ypiW4hKYJiIzbHnSP0KsW2Mat5QH-JURBTiaQLHFTwKuAztGu8za95IFJBIpUP4WbkAl3HpIErZPuA/s1600-h/kenny.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369872150451951042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2feuyge1-EXPAFGkzZ8udlOI4SJ9cYWd4XATRQC6t_E7bFFz4ZRaTy-sCFe5ypiW4hKYJiIzbHnSP0KsW2Mat5QH-JURBTiaQLHFTwKuAztGu8za95IFJBIpUP4WbkAl3HpIErZPuA/s320/kenny.jpg" border="0" /></a> Can you tell I am getting a little excited??<br /><div></div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-89617617134974451562009-07-27T14:30:00.003-05:002009-07-27T14:33:46.653-05:00My Boys Part Deux :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdF-_qDgFksxfst1riNiTQuxl2pJFawS-I6SyHg0rak3RxvLWhv1Bm78mOo-ny_jaZ5C959SR-jflHDfME0PF8wBt-UShUf1bNFjsCHlj3KExKo4Zgaa2mgu9lbOBxvxOffHLeRektQQ/s1600-h/img074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363225138209317058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdF-_qDgFksxfst1riNiTQuxl2pJFawS-I6SyHg0rak3RxvLWhv1Bm78mOo-ny_jaZ5C959SR-jflHDfME0PF8wBt-UShUf1bNFjsCHlj3KExKo4Zgaa2mgu9lbOBxvxOffHLeRektQQ/s320/img074.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVCJ3Y9LCCDpES6-dkFN-1cBx1tZBQbyYviCXW6mLchWmkYYOwONgHTWm5ZMjqvdFCfiWZmJMlepVkm_n6tte0HO1EDnoqHGV3Zc4KHvZtW36WI87Hwh7bdMPWVoTCECL595uScM0AjA/s1600-h/img079.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363225131185455730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVCJ3Y9LCCDpES6-dkFN-1cBx1tZBQbyYviCXW6mLchWmkYYOwONgHTWm5ZMjqvdFCfiWZmJMlepVkm_n6tte0HO1EDnoqHGV3Zc4KHvZtW36WI87Hwh7bdMPWVoTCECL595uScM0AjA/s320/img079.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>So here are a few of the other shots of the boys. They make me smile. 'Nough said :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHlcXtIn8268o_M_R5cIylzSBtRu3_500m8DanPvakxmyAhjquGvT_expRmM_X1TCaMXx5yxWU005MxVy4luE5slpCZ2ixtLgLVINCrHQDFAcjK3WRwf8C4hRfQ-dxT3uV-ALXOBu5Gg/s1600-h/img075.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363225123727861250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHlcXtIn8268o_M_R5cIylzSBtRu3_500m8DanPvakxmyAhjquGvT_expRmM_X1TCaMXx5yxWU005MxVy4luE5slpCZ2ixtLgLVINCrHQDFAcjK3WRwf8C4hRfQ-dxT3uV-ALXOBu5Gg/s320/img075.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HgpOpJR3tz104vb8yP8E0K9SyRDRTjKO9QGnEU4d3J3s1gvnTc8dHXWVkCPpvZQdUiudizvokXpxy9Tnn8APln5tOP_fN-aI0_FLt3u2oHRUetaFvS5eE3dTykmDoSSU70FTLHl9SQ/s1600-h/img073.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363225119027771042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HgpOpJR3tz104vb8yP8E0K9SyRDRTjKO9QGnEU4d3J3s1gvnTc8dHXWVkCPpvZQdUiudizvokXpxy9Tnn8APln5tOP_fN-aI0_FLt3u2oHRUetaFvS5eE3dTykmDoSSU70FTLHl9SQ/s320/img073.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRe2pohTT4E48xj4j3q_UV5I8nP0XAcHyTOn4B6okurHhvukcmc4SJCx2iBQT6i5tU5qkr3izM_ccK2_PT79JIrVa2utOQr8t5bgKdwTQDItUGJiOUKFSa8-qh0ulkRAsBzzBgO7s3Fg/s1600-h/img072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363225116377940962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRe2pohTT4E48xj4j3q_UV5I8nP0XAcHyTOn4B6okurHhvukcmc4SJCx2iBQT6i5tU5qkr3izM_ccK2_PT79JIrVa2utOQr8t5bgKdwTQDItUGJiOUKFSa8-qh0ulkRAsBzzBgO7s3Fg/s320/img072.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-38127413107837168132009-07-10T13:12:00.002-05:002009-07-10T13:16:20.116-05:00My Boys<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMS3VSr93zmHCYgizAzVUm5YkUTVk1Z69wYWUrQlYFP68taNIc_lGTgjjAFSNaUu4I7MsRmNbCeXpGfFu2Qwu2H0lUs8PflSAxsPkqcj-ojFS1x0j_aW2f4kzHf4r_7S2ccSqDCJJRg/s1600-h/img067.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356896100562271122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMS3VSr93zmHCYgizAzVUm5YkUTVk1Z69wYWUrQlYFP68taNIc_lGTgjjAFSNaUu4I7MsRmNbCeXpGfFu2Qwu2H0lUs8PflSAxsPkqcj-ojFS1x0j_aW2f4kzHf4r_7S2ccSqDCJJRg/s320/img067.jpg" border="0" /></a> Are they not the 2 most handsome boys in the world? Things are going well, I am thoroughly enjoying my time off. Evan goes tomorrow on his "big adventure", a week of holidays with his dad (and the others), then to North Bay for 2 weeks, one each with his paternal grandparents. In August, he and Noah go to my parents while I go pursue, er, I mean listen to Kenny. This year, Evan goes back to school on August 31st. A little early if you ask me, but he will be happy to go into Grade 2. More pics to follow soon..:)<br /><div></div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-2696609488833176722009-06-30T18:45:00.002-05:002009-06-30T18:49:37.887-05:00It's (Almost) Official<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguexJVK8ZxlyqYn98XM4al1MbAPw2VD7Ya4TzbxEYwXgpkEdCNxF2KJfsKLdXhT62SzyPRj04mu_xDBfzRr1BcEN3e2yrqi3EQPhYyNiHKFLE4aE5RnN3Y2SOS686vIXaO78JT0G3EhA/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353271950673528194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguexJVK8ZxlyqYn98XM4al1MbAPw2VD7Ya4TzbxEYwXgpkEdCNxF2KJfsKLdXhT62SzyPRj04mu_xDBfzRr1BcEN3e2yrqi3EQPhYyNiHKFLE4aE5RnN3Y2SOS686vIXaO78JT0G3EhA/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>As of July 30th, I will officially be divorced. Even as I write those words, it still seems a little surreal. I know life will go on and with the support and love of my family and friends, I will be ok. In the end all that matters is that I did nothing wrong and I can hold my head high. I have 2 beautiful boys who need my love and attention and for them I will eternally be grateful. </div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-77094466386014120452009-05-27T12:35:00.005-05:002009-05-27T13:02:41.529-05:00My Boys...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA45J0P9UL2oiiA96s2WYQBfB1hPj2wonp8ULWaFhxkqSvNImuCXkHXZ00SrINSdg6xYJid8Q3YBN2BbiMUaWTaeOiQcjeic7JwU-EQyZBobWEF5DZS2GAXDYUAhZV5U5rcnZhQuJWnA/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340562606843605906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA45J0P9UL2oiiA96s2WYQBfB1hPj2wonp8ULWaFhxkqSvNImuCXkHXZ00SrINSdg6xYJid8Q3YBN2BbiMUaWTaeOiQcjeic7JwU-EQyZBobWEF5DZS2GAXDYUAhZV5U5rcnZhQuJWnA/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a> I cannot believe how fast the past 6 weeks have gone by. Noah is growing more every day and Evan is a fantastic big brother. When I first found out about Noah, everybody was concerned about how Evan would adjust. Well, I can tell you he loves his little brother and tells him daily. For a 7 yr old, he has been through a lot and amazes me at each and every obstacle he comes across how he handles it. He is truly a remarkable little boy. I am glad Noah has him to look up to and learn from each and every day...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrzvUEATB4z5M8x3cWwJOXxX4R8198qz0DCs15Orab3cvnWFjKCvXOG_eRJSSHqqVRHJaXLRiGhMD6LDtzFvRBzGe7NCf_AEJ4t6qgPTisuTBpCEX5eDQ35whChralxmnaLHTvzDG8Hg/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340562603175318514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrzvUEATB4z5M8x3cWwJOXxX4R8198qz0DCs15Orab3cvnWFjKCvXOG_eRJSSHqqVRHJaXLRiGhMD6LDtzFvRBzGe7NCf_AEJ4t6qgPTisuTBpCEX5eDQ35whChralxmnaLHTvzDG8Hg/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-80339813731533072792009-05-03T12:26:00.002-05:002009-05-03T12:33:28.385-05:00Adjusting...:)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVVe0QIFNeD2NJ6DOfSk274fUqhet7B1Rkfc_PdstBVFoQT6F7_4qeeDIzcOPaSrUNKLOm73X8fLIJT7DrYmE3oKwcVuoaiyYUcugnJauIQbKGpOGtH3SyiVI48YIl20CI3v-KpUalg/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331651192987593842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVVe0QIFNeD2NJ6DOfSk274fUqhet7B1Rkfc_PdstBVFoQT6F7_4qeeDIzcOPaSrUNKLOm73X8fLIJT7DrYmE3oKwcVuoaiyYUcugnJauIQbKGpOGtH3SyiVI48YIl20CI3v-KpUalg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbvSluZblEViDhPEiUcqdMzPqkIeOiRdwnI-iN4qlquouP5puHapXyQlPT4-9gkH8DH-nYeAyDURhXk-QbPtD2rkWTUTaS7zDRU9CRzWpnkxAsJLCjP5l6uHBh4OjEjNIOnzITQqmDQ/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331651191963236498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbvSluZblEViDhPEiUcqdMzPqkIeOiRdwnI-iN4qlquouP5puHapXyQlPT4-9gkH8DH-nYeAyDURhXk-QbPtD2rkWTUTaS7zDRU9CRzWpnkxAsJLCjP5l6uHBh4OjEjNIOnzITQqmDQ/s320/Imported+Photos+00011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />As you can see, Evan has taken a shine to his little brother and then some. He said all along he wanted to be a big helper and so far, he has been just that. It has taken some getting used to, what with having to make sure the boys see their dads, but all in all, things are going well. Evan turned 7 2 weeks ago and I can't believe how the years have passed. He won the spelling bee at his school, and tells me he will be competing in another against other schools this coming Friday. I could not be more proud. And Noah will be 3 weeks old on Wednesday already. I wish there was just one day I could slow down time. The older I get, the faster it seems to go. As the old song goes, time marches on...<br /><div></div></div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-29302571714014638082009-04-20T10:08:00.003-05:002009-04-20T10:13:22.254-05:00A Moment to Breathe...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDukDVIZMexdOeQ-k7u1pO44Dq1XfHd_B7JLUOu2Ks4dos959OGc18GDOEluqgWMblPkaG8ezGwKiAnjNtPfh8aqIuraCDWKXmdpLYZtyLU2-PlpeYjUUHoMnFr2mHvLf1KQ0KlPFkg/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326791879712316770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDukDVIZMexdOeQ-k7u1pO44Dq1XfHd_B7JLUOu2Ks4dos959OGc18GDOEluqgWMblPkaG8ezGwKiAnjNtPfh8aqIuraCDWKXmdpLYZtyLU2-PlpeYjUUHoMnFr2mHvLf1KQ0KlPFkg/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7MiI9GKUGvlcVNq_FZWHeikN27j8C82ZK-U3WC6ThG5d4QnO82wef1RZr-xnfW0U74wITN9MrL8m7QqmXSs8iA4n08MQ4CqJEuHS0PQqxajsdl95qxtKsPMCVAYL6wg_TH_pe2EsEg/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326791874763455570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7MiI9GKUGvlcVNq_FZWHeikN27j8C82ZK-U3WC6ThG5d4QnO82wef1RZr-xnfW0U74wITN9MrL8m7QqmXSs8iA4n08MQ4CqJEuHS0PQqxajsdl95qxtKsPMCVAYL6wg_TH_pe2EsEg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>So the last week ar so has been a haze of activity, but I finally have a moment to catch up while one sleeps and the other is at school. Noah David was born on Wednesday April 15th at 11:15 am weighing in at 7 lbs 1 oz and measuring 18.5 inches in length. He was worth every minute of the 4.5 hrs spent in labour. Evan is ecstatic and is an excellent big brother. He turns 7 today, and it makes me kinda melancholy to know that time is not going to slow down any. A few pics to post, I am sure as time goes by, there will be lots more!</div></div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-71710203290423871192009-04-05T10:12:00.003-05:002009-04-05T10:15:16.879-05:0010 Days to GoI am officially ready...got everything I need ( I think) and now it is just a matter of playing the waiting game. A game for which I have not a lot of patience I must say! In the meantime, I am taking Evan to the movies this afternoon as he did very well on his report card and I figure he deserves a mom and me day before the new one enters the world. He is very excited and last night he informed me that my belly makes a very good pillow...:)Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-84318826489381228562009-03-23T12:57:00.002-05:002009-03-23T13:03:03.421-05:003 Weeks to GoWith little more than 3 weeks to go, I figure I better finally get my ass in gear and get what I need...I have a crib, stroller and an exersaucer that were all given to me, but I still need a few other things. Realistically, this kid could come any day, as at 37 weeks it is considered full term. Boy, even writing that scares the crap out of me! Things are good, heart rate is usually about 144 or so, what that means in terms of boy or girl in regards to old wives tales, not sure. So long as it is healthy, it does not matter. Will keep you posted as time draws near...Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-29533804119905092212009-03-07T14:41:00.002-06:002009-03-07T14:48:38.079-06:00The Final CountdownSo with little more than 5 weeks to go, I can tell you I am getting scared. Not so much of the labour and delivery(been there, done that) but at the prospect of starting all over again. Monday will mark the beginning of my last week at work before I begin maternity leave and although I look forward to spending time with Evan, it means that the new arrival is not far off. I am slowly putting things together and with not much room to spare in a 2 bedroom apartment. Thankfully, I have a good support system behind me and people have been more than kind in passing off baby items they no longer need. I will keep you posted as the time draws near.Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-65572438495731854512009-02-19T09:29:00.003-06:002009-02-19T09:32:13.388-06:00WOOHOO!!!I am goin to see Kenny! Big day is August 19th in Ottawa and I am so excited I could jump on Oprah's couch! In other news, things are going well. Baby is due in 8 weeks and as of March 13th, I will be on maternity leave. Although I will be sad to leave my job(yes, really!) I am looking forward to spending some much needed one on one time with Evan before the new arrival. As things get closer, I will keep you informed...:)Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-12711514324587270122009-01-26T08:24:00.003-06:002009-01-26T08:28:35.035-06:00Guess Who's Coming to Canada....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbM87nJPI7aSGRHdMM-eB6tORuC-egvsNM4C2866ceybz6aeMcqMGJlzQBkL-wLqJRehKgh3g2K7NVdUrI91_pG7N7wxQwNAMoxNerf2ZOM-n0A8103Qh-fZE3QHlvigb6FlBAf187A/s1600-h/kenny.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295608358633723218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbM87nJPI7aSGRHdMM-eB6tORuC-egvsNM4C2866ceybz6aeMcqMGJlzQBkL-wLqJRehKgh3g2K7NVdUrI91_pG7N7wxQwNAMoxNerf2ZOM-n0A8103Qh-fZE3QHlvigb6FlBAf187A/s320/kenny.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yup, that's right. Kenny is coming to Canada. He will be playing Ottawa and Toronto in August and I HAVE to go. See, a few years back when all the proverbial shit was hitting the fan in my marriage, Kenny and I made a lot of trips up and down the highway between Timmins and North Bay. Besides, he is not exactly hard to look at... So anybody who can give me info on ticket sales will become a friend for life. Wheeeee!!!!</div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-69899593685249084882009-01-13T19:29:00.003-06:002009-01-13T19:37:02.187-06:00Ah, To Be Young Again...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7yhyzeCmT2FS7D2So5UHZerf38pEcGNSmgpqxNC4WkxjhVw3QbGE8rDMDcYaX3bn-Vn83o1G0ZbAsrrqWju5BXEfH6GCJJAmp2Mip6UZeb4M8uD_Jk6y2mxUKgMxwbgrCGx06XCmaWg/s1600-h/img063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290955637016729666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7yhyzeCmT2FS7D2So5UHZerf38pEcGNSmgpqxNC4WkxjhVw3QbGE8rDMDcYaX3bn-Vn83o1G0ZbAsrrqWju5BXEfH6GCJJAmp2Mip6UZeb4M8uD_Jk6y2mxUKgMxwbgrCGx06XCmaWg/s320/img063.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ok, maybe not THAT young, but who hasn't wished they could turn back time at some point or another. I am having a day where for some unexplained reason, I am missing my happily married days. Maybe it is the fear that I will spend the rest of my life without someone to share it with. Who knows. Things are good, I am now 6 months and heading into the last trimester. I have put on a grand total of about 11 pounds, which is fine with me. As time goes on, my brain is overrun with trying to figure out the logistics of where to put 3 people in a 2 bedroom apartment and how to juggle 2 kids and their 2 dads. Some days I wish my brain had an off switch. I would love nothing more than to be able to purchase a house, but financial circumstances make that impossible at this particular time. Add to that the fact that about 3 weeks ago, my dad fell and cracked his ribs in the bathtub and has yet to return to work, my litttle brain is about overloaded. I need a vacation....</div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212143575464791051.post-77886675379075730982008-12-17T08:48:00.003-06:002008-12-17T08:55:02.285-06:00Evan's Christmas Concet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lgkAg4z721NZ-1mJbb8SnTE6Fo3cb9TPRoH3PSre634gpdlSrk28Z6ILawx0oZOUoK5qNwOlPvRTkzH2pxRbg47iE2bUYjbpJzrTXytLLUqqLMJbj7VVGclKB23NJVvHAAVwXwMKTw/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280771725801625362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lgkAg4z721NZ-1mJbb8SnTE6Fo3cb9TPRoH3PSre634gpdlSrk28Z6ILawx0oZOUoK5qNwOlPvRTkzH2pxRbg47iE2bUYjbpJzrTXytLLUqqLMJbj7VVGclKB23NJVvHAAVwXwMKTw/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkE56rsgxX1MmOp7riUs_sht5Vl-VceBXCXRWkiBGiGqw5U_LJBiaXF0QgFUvogP43givX-JMRKZOS-_tPdP-SrcBt6GRfUd_eFKLqZ5RLPeinw4UQqISbaD6mbcf4o9nZJMdA0d5BQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280771719794262786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkE56rsgxX1MmOp7riUs_sht5Vl-VceBXCXRWkiBGiGqw5U_LJBiaXF0QgFUvogP43givX-JMRKZOS-_tPdP-SrcBt6GRfUd_eFKLqZ5RLPeinw4UQqISbaD6mbcf4o9nZJMdA0d5BQ/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>...last night was a huge success. Again this year it was standing room only. He got to play the old man and make his way across the stage. I can't believe how the yeears have gone by, he will be 7 in the spring. Things here are pretty hectic as is par for the course this time of year. For the first year ever, he will be at his dad's for Christmas Eve and I will miss him like crazy Christmas morning. He will return home to me around noon, and then we will open presents and spend the day together. I will be spending Christmas Eve with my friend Laura nd her 2 kids, as her husband is working overnights that night. I am just happy I will not be spending it alone. Guess I better get my ass in gear and finish up my cards to send out, then it is off to the showers and quench the thirst of the bazillion shoppers who will be out tonight...</div></div>Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350666668931391870noreply@blogger.com1