Thursday, May 15, 2008


as per request I've moved! Now you can now find me here:
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Today is my anniversary!

7 years ago today, I began a new life...without my X

7 years ago today, I began a search of my self

7 years ago today, I vowed to give my son a better life

7 years ago today, I stepped into a life of strength and Independence

7 years ago today, I took a breath of fresh air and did not choke

7 years ago today, I hugged my little man and assured him the future would be bright

7 years ago today, I was re-born.

Happy Anniversary to Me!
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

So sleepy.....

Will I ever have a good night's sleep again?

I can't remember the last time I had a solid, restful night's sleep. Nope, it's not the worry. Nope, it's not the caffeine.....what ever could it be? Hmmmmmm.......

Let's see....could it be either the little person stirring me because of a bad dream, or the dog who has taken up snoring, or the stuffy nose (thank you Ms. Spring Allergies), or is it because my body has decided a 2am pee is mandatory, or maybe it's just because my body decides to yell "WAKE UP BRAIN...LET'S DRIVE HER CRAZY FOR A LITTLE WHILE" I can say with my whole heart...thank heavens for coffee!

When did you get your last good, solid night's sleep?

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

It’s all about the testosterone!

Last night was my son’s return to football. After a 5 week break, spring-ball full tackle football has started. Granted my son is just a Myte (the youngest division), but man, do they still hit awfully hard!

It was this time last year that he began this journey. I already knew for a couple of years that he wanted to play…we were just waiting until he was old enough to join the league. I’m a strong believer in participating in SOMETHING active (particularly a team sport because it teaches you so much). Well, my son chose football. Spring ball was a good move because it taught him the basics and prepared him for the fall…when it was more competitive and BRUTALLY physical.

I cringed each time my little man got knocked over, but admired him as he picked himself up every time. To add to my dismay, he was the youngest…and smallest on the team, both seasons…but that did not deter him. Nor did it have an effect on his team mates. It was sweet how they took him under their wings, protected him on the field and patted him on the back for his trials. He has charisma and determination and won the respect of his team. Now we get to start it all over again….

Proud mama…can you tell…..?

Monday, May 12, 2008's Monday.....

It’s Monday, and I’m back at work. My wonderful mother’s day behind me….As you can see, I received a beautiful Mother’s Day gift and card from my special little man.He was quite proud to explain the process of how he made his creation...all by himself. I was also the fortunate recipient of a beautiful pair of Pink Pearl drop earrings from my little man (with clear and obvious help from my parents ).

It’s a Professional Development Day for my little guy, so that means…NO SCHOOL! So guess who came to work with me today and is currently making a new creation for my wall! It’s always an exciting day for him when he comes to work with me. Everyone totally gushes over how much he has grown since the last time, he is given little tasks to do all day and leaves with a little cash in his pocket! Oi! To be a kid again!

What does your little one do on those school PD days and you still have to go to work?

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day!

Friday, May 9, 2008

It's and ouchie day....

Poor little man is not feeling very well today. He has a fever. He has a headache. He’s cranky…. He wants to play on the computer!

Nothing tugs at your heart strings like your munchkin feeling ill. Thankfully I have groceries in the house and keep the first aid cupboard properly stocked with things for bumps, bruises, headaches and tummy ouchies. Little man’s day will be spent on the couch, all curled up and snuggled in. My day will be spent housecleaning and worrying about what may be causing his upset.

Lots of fruit, cheese and crackers on the menu (just ‘cuz he doesn’t like chicken soup!) and hopefully with a lot of rest and some mommie-love, he’ll be good as new by tomorrow…
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“I’ll try and do anything and be anything you want, if you’ll only keep me” (Anne Shirley)

It took me a very long time to actually find out ‘who’ I was. Before my X, I was so young and still discovering who I was supposed to be, where my place in this great big world was. It wasn’t until my early thirties (and yes...that was just a year or two ago...LOL), that I finally found ME.

My twenties were almost completely taken up by trying to become who I thought my X wanted me to be. I just couldn’t get it through my head that I was good enough as myself. If I did something that was criticized (which looking back was quite often), I would change my approach, even though the original was probably just fine! I kept my hair long because that’s how HE liked it, I wore certain clothes because that’s how HE liked it, I didn’t voice my opinion because he might not like it. My life became his and I was lost. Who I was didn’t matter any more. The more I tried to be who he wanted, the farther I became from myself.

After leaving him and having time to heal, I found time to discover just who I was…who I am. One day, while looking into the mirror as I was getting ready for work, I had to stop. Looking back at me was a strong, attractive, intelligent, self sufficient woman. Someone who had opinions, someone who had thoughts and feelings, someone who was loved and who loved. Someone who mattered. At that moment, I had to smile and promise myself that I would never lose who I was again…for anybody.

Bottom line…discover who you are, love and accept who you are, and never change…who you are.

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Thursday, May 8, 2008


‘Toronto school board trustees will vote on a plan later this month to open an Africentric alternative high school in 2010.
The motion was approved last night by a school board committee as an extension of a proposal to open an Africentric alternative school from kindergarten to Grade 5 in September 2009. The high school program could be located in an unused part of an under enrolled high school.’

How on earth am I supposed to raise my son with the understanding that all people are equal, the same and should be treated as such if crap like this keeps happening! In my view this is just a step backwards.

Ryerson Professor Grace-Edward Galabuzi said while critics say Africentric schooling smacks of segregation, "it would be a way to actually integrate them – substantively – by providing an education that reflects their social and cultural realities."’(

How is separating someone from the mainstream of society and teaching them about how they are so different going to enforce the thought that we should all be seen as the same regardless of race, religion or sex? How is segregation a form of integration? Can some of the curriculum that they are wanting to teach not be brought into the schools that already exist as an elective or even part of the regular curriculum? I mean, we already have dropped the Lord's Prayer, taken out Christmas and Hallow e'en celebrations from our schools so that 'we' don't offend anyone and/or their religion. What more are 'we' going to do? Quite frankly I'm appalled by the thought and am frightened for my child's future!. How can you embrace and learn about the world if you are separated from it?

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The Boob Droop

I don’t know about you, but lately I’ve been noticing…the droop.

Alright, I admit, I’ve never been ‘perky’ because let’s face it, I’m not a small girl on top. But still, with age, weight fluctuations and breast feeding, the girls just haven’t been as happy as they used to. I have friends that can happily run around without support and sometimes I envy them. I’m afraid if I tried that I’d be sore, scary looking and afraid they would never stop aching to reach the floor!

Breasts come in all shapes and sizes...droopy, firm, small, enormous, saggy whatever. Most women's (large) boobs droop no matter what unless you've got super strong pectorals. And who said they had to be firm anyway, the breast police?

Here’s the question…..would you have something done to help lift the droop? For me, the answer is nope. If they’re gonna’ droop then they are gonna’ droop! We grew up together, for heaven’s sake. To alter them is like altering me…and why would I want to do that? Not that I’d just go carefree and let them loose or anything. I always give them proper support, but as for a lift…..I don’t think so.
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