Wednesday, 18 April 2012



    Thursday night, I was up till 4 am. I was packing baking and cleaning. I was so excited that I was going to Windsor the next day to visit my family I couldn’t sleep. It was like Christmas eve for me. I had my bags packed and this time I only had 3 small bags which for me is a big improvement.

   I had the dogs food and toys packed and their seat belts ready to go to grandpas farm for the weekend.


   I started early in the day and made from scratch a clone of a Cinnabon. I made 5 dozen cinnamon buns. Enough for Dan’s parents my parents my younger cousin who I know could have personally ate a few dozen to himself, a few for friends my aunts and my little nephews. It took me all day and night but they were PERFECT! I have to admit I think the recipe I found was better then Cinnabon. I know that’s a big statement to make but I made 5 dozen and two days later there was only 3 cinnamon buns left in my house. Yes it’s just Dan and I here. That’s all I’m going to say.

  So feeling confident that everything was ready to go I went to bed around 4 am. At 6 am I woke up in excruciating pain. Dan had just got home and came up to see what the commotion was about. To make a long story short, we went to the hospital just to be on the safe side. When we got there I was given an IV and some pain killers and talked to the doctor. All I really remember is me telling the Doctor “If it’s not to much trouble I have to be out of here by noon so I can make it to dinner”. That didn’t happen it was almost noon before I got in for my X-Ray. Once they confirmed that I had dislocated my jaw, they told me that once they popped it back it I would feel much better but they had to wait until another doctor was in, at the time I didn’t understand why. 

  Finally the “other” doctor was there and a nurse came in and gave me a shot of something. At the time I didn’t care what it was I just wanted to get out of there I had a dinner to get to.  Whatever was in that shot was … well let’s just say I don’t remember much and I didn’t care about what was about to happen.
I don’t remember much of what happened but this is what Dan tells me. The new doctor came in talked to me told me he was going to pop it back in place and then I would feel better. I remember him trying and trying but he couldn’t get my jaw back in place. He gave me a “rest” and then came back with two other doctors. This I remember. I remember someone holding me down and the doctors pushing and pulling trying to get my jaw back in place. It hurt like hell, and if someone wasn’t holding me down I would have been out of there.

Finally my jaw was in place and I felt better almost immediately, I was stoned from all the drugs but I felt better. By the time we got home it was after dinner. We had missed visiting with both our families we thought about going down the next day but were a little worried about this happening again, and me talking to much when I see my family. So we stayed home and rested with our puppies. That was my Easter this year, Not as good as last Easter but that’s a whole different story. 


Monday, 16 April 2012


I must be getting old

   So i went shopping today, I didn't really need anything but i was feeling pretty well and thought i would get out. My last stop was at Wal Mart to pick up a few things. I was so attracted to the new spring/summer clothes. Apparently this summer is all about bright colors and I love it! while i was looking for something nice and bright to wear to a "name party" this weekend, I must have stumbled into the "teen" area is what I think they called it. If it was up to me i would have a big sign calling it "Street walker wear". This is an outfit they had for sale for the "teens".

That is a shirt, not a bathing suit top or a bra. That is a shirt!

    I know that I'm getting a little bit older and probably a little more modest in what i wear with age. But really, I never wore a "shirt" like that. It wouldn't even cover a nipple of mine, I can't believe this is what is at your local Wal Mart for teens. Shirts that cover the bare minimum and shorts that show bum cheeks. Wow I must be getting older.


Thursday, 5 April 2012



   Today’s blog is a little different, usually my blogs are light hearted and humorous.Today’s blog is the total opposite. I like to consider myself “blissfully ignorant”. I know who’s in office; I know about current affairs, I’m not ignorant… I’m blissfully ignorant. Meaning that I know what’s going on, but I don’t take too much time to really think about how much debt Canada is in at the moment, I don’t talk about politics, religious beliefs or the meaning of life. It’s not because I wasn’t brought up religious or believing in a higher power it’s not because I can’t form my own opinions it’s because everyone has their own beliefs and who am I to say being catholic is the  only way to go or that the Americans should not have re-elected Bush. hehe I know what’s going in the world but I don’t let it consume my life. An example is, I know where Beef comes from it’s a cow and Veal is from a cow calf, but when I’m eating a cheeseburger I don’t sit at the table and tell everyone about the inhumane way the animals were probably killed or how there’s theories out there about how cow farts are destroying the ozone layer. I shut up and blissfully ignorantly eat my cheeseburger.

   Today started out the same as every other day, woke up with migraine, brushed teeth and made coffee. As I sat half asleep in front of the TV a CNN news anchor talked about the tornado's in Texas and how unbelievable it was that so far no one has been reported seriously injured or killed. Up next after the commercial break was “a story that you won’t believe”. So I stayed glued to the TV to see if I would believe it, I’m quite gullible  sometimes, I’ll believe a lot.

  CNN was right, I couldn’t believe the story I was hearing. Here’s a link or two about the story.

   I love the part where they talk about Hitler being impressed with the program and asking for a “how to manual”. It’s just a small belief of mine; If Hitler was impressed with something you were doing… There’s a problem!

Seriously, What's wrong with you?

   I’m not saying I agree with this at all, on the other hand I’m also not totally against it. I don’t feel it’s right to sterilize someone because they are unemployed or come from a poor family. But working at the pawn shop we see a lot of different people from totally different walks of life. And I can say that some people should not be parents. Children’s aid society has taken away their kids and will take away any kids these “parents” have in the future. And that I agree with, some people should not be parents. On the other hand I went to school with girls who became pregnant at a young age, one of these girls went on to become a horrible mother, doing drugs and drinking all the time while her child is in the next room. She because so stoned/drunk one night that while she was having a party her son was crying in his crib. When she finally went to check on him, he had got his arm caught in the bars of his crib while he was trying to climb out; he fell and broke his arm. His “mother” put him back in his crib and let him cry. It wasn’t until the next morning when she had sobered up that she realized her son had broken his arm. These people should not be allowed to be parents.

   On the other hand I went to school with another girl who was pregnant when she was 15 and gave birth at 16. She turned out to be a wonderful mother. She gave up her social live and her freedom to raise her child. She went to school full time and worked a part time job to provide for her and her son. Her son is now in high school and he’s a great little guy. He’s a popular A+ student; he’s so polite and funny. He works hard in school and wants to become a Doctor. His mother finished high school and went on to becoming a Registered nurse and works in the neonatal intensive care unit. She and the father of her son got married a few years ago and they have a daughter who is around 3 now.  Two totally different outcomes.

   Anyways that is my small rant about how the government we put our trust in, the people who make our laws and regulations, are just as wrong and messed up as the next guy. And why I don’t follow politics. If I want to hear make believe stories from people who lie and are only out for themselves, I would watch keeping up with the Kardashians.