Two babies
01.11.10 (1:00 pm) [edit]
Two babies were sitting in their cribs, when one baby shouted to the other, "Are you a little girl or a little boy?"
"I don't know," replied the other baby giggling.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" said the first baby.
"I mean I don't know how to tell the difference," was the reply.
"Well, I do," said the first baby chuckling, "I'll climb into your crib and find out."
He carefully manoeuvred himself into the other baby's crib, then quickly disappeared beneath the blankets.
After a couple of minutes, he resurfaced with a big grin on his face.
"You're a little girl, and I'm a little boy," he said proudly.
"You're ever so clever," cooed the baby girl, "but how can you tell ?"
"It's quite easy really," replied the baby boy,
"You've got pink socks and I've got blue ones."
SHAME ON YOU, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??? ;)
Happy 2010!
01.01.10 (1:25 am) [edit]
Have a happy and safe New Year. May the coming year be brighter for you. 
Midlife Crisis
09.18.09 (12:37 am) [edit]
Wolverine
09.14.09 (9:16 pm) [edit]
Magneto
09.14.09 (9:14 pm) [edit]
Sparkly
09.14.09 (9:12 pm) [edit]
Dark Lord Sauron
09.14.09 (9:10 pm) [edit]
Gentlemen
09.14.09 (9:09 pm) [edit]
Spock....
09.14.09 (9:07 pm) [edit]
Squirrel Collision
09.14.09 (9:05 pm) [edit]
Coffee
01.19.09 (5:21 pm) [edit]
Need to vent
01.10.09 (3:37 pm) [edit]
The last 2 and a half months have not been the best for me. I'm having another round of migraines *oh joy, oh bliss* which is one of the reasons why I haven't been online all that much and the other reason is I've been under a tremendous amount of stress due to a vindictive and spiteful man.
My mother's brother and sister are calling and harassing, more so my uncle. He won't take no for an answer expects Mum and/or I to do his bidding. When it's mentioned to either Nan or my aunt about his crap I usually end up hearing, "just ignore him, he has a problem" Now there's not much Nan can do being in a nursing home, but it doesn't excuse the aunt. I've had to block their (aunt ad uncle's) phone and what's even more interesting is he's starting to spread lies about me. For the record, neither Mum nor I do as demanded by the uncle, aunt or grandmother. My uncle's 45 years old and should be damn well old enough to do things for himself.
Wednesday my aunt who told Nan that Will & I gave Mum her notice to move by the end of day which caused the old woman into a panic than called here. Yes, Mum has to move someday (hopefully soon), but we didn't say anything yet.
Shortly after she went into a panic we had nurses calling to informing that she took a turn and it's affecting her health. With all this stress and strife has been affecting my health too. I've been the doc at least 4 times in 2 months for a battery of tests and the results come back negative.
the sad part is the drama's not over yet
It's gotten to the point I have to go to his (the uncle's) social worker and lay a complaint which I feel will be brushed aside because he has a mental disability (call me cynical....) but something has to be done.
On NYE day I went to the social worker's office (Mum accompanied me to add her two cents), I actually laid the complaint with the supervisor who agrees that there's no reason why my uncle should be do this. When it was explained to the SW that just 3 before (NYE) he snapped at Mum telling her that he almost beaten up a drunk because had no fear to do the same to her and to shut her mouth. That's when he (the supervisor) sat up and took notice at the mention of aggressive behaviour is never accepted with or without a mental disability. What makes everything frustrating is my uncle's SW is female and he's a woman hater and one of the reasons why we're not on his hate list is we're his family an he has to tolerate us - so he can try and get his own way. Which now has become his undoing.
I explained to the supervisor that I don't trust him, to be more accurate I've never really trusted him and as for Wed's call from Nan (about Mum) just proves my cynicism about him. Also, I mentioned to the supervisor the he lives in a small options home the caretakers don't do anything but cause more crap which wind him up even more taking it out on me because he can't get a hold of Mum. I expressed to the supervisor I'm not trying to get the SW in trouble or take her job, but if she doesn't know what's going on she can't do her job. As well I've had to block the phone number to his group home and the next time it happens (that he calls from wherever - Nan's or my aunt's cell) I will be changing phone number and submitting the bill to his dept, because the lack of control their client. With that the supervisor agreed.
Back to this Wednesday's call...... I called my aunt was told that she heard this little piece of information that I gave notice to Mum. Her reply was "Somebody called me but I honestly don't recall who, so I can't tell you". Funny thing about my aunt, she is so damn lazy, she doesn't leave her apartment so it would had to be from my uncle trying to get back at me.
Go figure?
The frustrating and time consuming part is they (SW) have to investigate and see if it warrants him going back the to the Hospital because of his aggressive behaviour and have his meds changed. Sounds horrible, but the hospital is the best place for him, they would make sure he takes his meds and treatment for his aggressive behaviour.
My mother's brother and sister are calling and harassing, more so my uncle. He won't take no for an answer expects Mum and/or I to do his bidding. When it's mentioned to either Nan or my aunt about his crap I usually end up hearing, "just ignore him, he has a problem" Now there's not much Nan can do being in a nursing home, but it doesn't excuse the aunt. I've had to block their (aunt ad uncle's) phone and what's even more interesting is he's starting to spread lies about me. For the record, neither Mum nor I do as demanded by the uncle, aunt or grandmother. My uncle's 45 years old and should be damn well old enough to do things for himself.
Wednesday my aunt who told Nan that Will & I gave Mum her notice to move by the end of day which caused the old woman into a panic than called here. Yes, Mum has to move someday (hopefully soon), but we didn't say anything yet.
Shortly after she went into a panic we had nurses calling to informing that she took a turn and it's affecting her health. With all this stress and strife has been affecting my health too. I've been the doc at least 4 times in 2 months for a battery of tests and the results come back negative.
the sad part is the drama's not over yet
It's gotten to the point I have to go to his (the uncle's) social worker and lay a complaint which I feel will be brushed aside because he has a mental disability (call me cynical....) but something has to be done.
On NYE day I went to the social worker's office (Mum accompanied me to add her two cents), I actually laid the complaint with the supervisor who agrees that there's no reason why my uncle should be do this. When it was explained to the SW that just 3 before (NYE) he snapped at Mum telling her that he almost beaten up a drunk because had no fear to do the same to her and to shut her mouth. That's when he (the supervisor) sat up and took notice at the mention of aggressive behaviour is never accepted with or without a mental disability. What makes everything frustrating is my uncle's SW is female and he's a woman hater and one of the reasons why we're not on his hate list is we're his family an he has to tolerate us - so he can try and get his own way. Which now has become his undoing.
I explained to the supervisor that I don't trust him, to be more accurate I've never really trusted him and as for Wed's call from Nan (about Mum) just proves my cynicism about him. Also, I mentioned to the supervisor the he lives in a small options home the caretakers don't do anything but cause more crap which wind him up even more taking it out on me because he can't get a hold of Mum. I expressed to the supervisor I'm not trying to get the SW in trouble or take her job, but if she doesn't know what's going on she can't do her job. As well I've had to block the phone number to his group home and the next time it happens (that he calls from wherever - Nan's or my aunt's cell) I will be changing phone number and submitting the bill to his dept, because the lack of control their client. With that the supervisor agreed.
Back to this Wednesday's call...... I called my aunt was told that she heard this little piece of information that I gave notice to Mum. Her reply was "Somebody called me but I honestly don't recall who, so I can't tell you". Funny thing about my aunt, she is so damn lazy, she doesn't leave her apartment so it would had to be from my uncle trying to get back at me.
Go figure?
The frustrating and time consuming part is they (SW) have to investigate and see if it warrants him going back the to the Hospital because of his aggressive behaviour and have his meds changed. Sounds horrible, but the hospital is the best place for him, they would make sure he takes his meds and treatment for his aggressive behaviour.
Still alive
01.09.09 (1:41 pm) [edit]
First off let me start by wishing (abate late) Happy Christmas and New years.
Things/events around here haven't been easy, my family (spouse ans sprouts) are fine and aren't the ones causing the strife - it's members of Mum's family that have weaseled their torment into my life - regardless the fact that I have blocked them from calling and returned mail (leters/cards) in order to make my life hell.
But enough about that....
I hope that everyone is well and all the best in 2009!
Chookers!
Young Jedi
09.08.08 (10:17 pm) [edit]
How naughty have you been lately?
09.07.08 (9:39 pm) [edit]
No sense of direction
09.01.08 (12:47 pm) [edit]
I just recently took this pic (roughly 0230-ish this morning), unfortunately the lighting in here late at night kinda bites.
"She went thata way"
Squirrels
06.19.08 (11:58 pm) [edit]
I've been doing a little housecleaning by getting rid of redundant files that I've had forever and have no plans on ever using them again. During my travels I came across a squirrel pic and decided to make a poster.
On the front page
04.16.08 (1:06 pm) [edit]
After sending the girls off to school, I decided to read the paper and check out Granddad's obit. When I unfolded the paper I spotted my grandmother right there on the front page.
My Nan's article in the morning paper and Granddad's obit
I'll post more later, Bilbo's PRT speech therapist just arrived
My Nan's article in the morning paper and Granddad's obit
I'll post more later, Bilbo's PRT speech therapist just arrived
Goodbye
04.14.08 (8:28 pm) [edit]
I've just learned that my granddad has just died this afternoon. I knew this day would come, I just didn't think it would be today.
I don't know what else to say.
I don't know what else to say.
Happy Belated New Years!
01.08.08 (9:29 pm) [edit]
Sorry that this is a little late but I've been busy getting ready for school (the kids and myself)....
Here's my New Year's kiss to you all.
Merry Christmas
12.24.07 (10:59 pm) [edit]
Sorry I haven't been on in awhile been rather busy (also a tremendous amount of stress). I'd just like to wish everyone a safe and happy holiday season
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And with all the stress that's been going around, I just had to make this:
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National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women
12.06.07 (2:49 pm) [edit]
The National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women is a day commemorated in Canada each December 6, the anniversary of the 1989 École Polytechnique Massacre, in which 14 women were singled out for their gender and murdered. It is often marked by vigils, discussions and other reflections on violence against women.
Canadian flags on all federal buildings, including the Peace Tower on Parliament Hill, are flown at half-mast on December 6. In addition, Canadians are encouraged to observe a minute of silence on December 6 and to wear a white ribbon (or a purple ribbon) as a commitment to end violence against women.
The Halifax Explosion
12.06.07 (2:47 pm) [edit]
Young and old mark 90th anniversary of Halifax Explosion
By PATRICIA BROOKS ARENBURG Staff Reporter
The city’s traffic hummed in the distance and a whistle blew on the waterfront, as hundreds stood for a moment of silence to mark the 90th anniversary of the Halifax Explosion.
And when it was all over, the carillon bells at the bell tower at Fort Needham Memorial Park played Christmas carols, and a class of elementary students found survivor Mary Murphy and peppered her with questions about that day on Dec. 6, 1917.
“You survived?” asked one girl, incredulously.
“Yes, I survived,” Mary Murphy replied, with a triumphant tone in her voice, to the circle of children around her.
Only two at the time, Ms. Murphy has no first-hand memories of the explosion, but recounted the stories her own family told her about the day that changed.
Her mother was washing dishes in the kitchen sink when the house seemed to collapse, Ms. Murphy said.
“I doubt we would’ve survived if it weren’t for my aunt,” said Ms. Murphy, a lifelong Halifax resident.
The class from Colby Village Elementary School got their picture taken with Ms. Murphy and her nephew, Halifax regional Coun. Patrick Murphy, before heading off to the next anniversary event.
“It’s hard to believe it really happened,” student Bailley Fraser said of the explosion.
She and classmates Katey Carroll and Cassy Lockerby, who snapped a picture of Ms. Murphy as she left the site, believe it’s important to remember what happened on that day.
“I mean, this is where we live, this is our city and we should know about it,” Bailley said.
On Thursday, December 6, 1917, a munitions ship and a relief vessel collided in Halifax Harbour. At 9:04 a.m. that day, the Mont Blanc exploded, shattering the city.
More than 1,900 died, and 9,000 were injured.
The site of the actual impact could be seen from the bell tower, which is a short distance from the former Richmond School. Many north-end Halifax children were on their way to school when the blast occurred. Now a courthouse, there is a plaque inside to honour 88 of the school’s students who perished.
“It’s nice to see school children here today,” Coun. Murphy told the crowd. “Many schoolchildren on December 6th were affected by the explosion. Some were home and some were in school, so it’s very nice to see younger people come out to commemorate the explosion.”
Lieut-Gov. Mayann Francis and Premier Rodney MacDonald were among the many dignitaries who laid wreaths at the ceremony.
Mayor Peter Kelly, Ms. Murphy and blast survivor George Sim also unveiled a new bench with a plaque commemorating the 90th anniversary of the Halifax explosion.
The city recently changed the names of some north-end Halifax streets to commemorate the tragic event as part of the city’s civic addressing program, Mr. Murphy said.
Duffus Street extension has been was renamed Wells Street, after firefighter Billy Wells, who was the driver and the lone survivor of the Halifax fire truck, the Patricia. The truck’s crew were working to douse the flames aboard the burning ship when the blast happened.
A former part of Albert Street was renamed Vincent Street, in honour of Vince Coleman, the wireless operator who used Morse code to via telegraph to stop a Halifax-bound passenger train.
The former Robie Street Extension was renamed Massachusetts Avenue, in honour of the people of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and the relief efforts they provided.
(pbrooks@herald.ca)
The Halifax Explosion
By PATRICIA BROOKS ARENBURG Staff Reporter
The city’s traffic hummed in the distance and a whistle blew on the waterfront, as hundreds stood for a moment of silence to mark the 90th anniversary of the Halifax Explosion.
And when it was all over, the carillon bells at the bell tower at Fort Needham Memorial Park played Christmas carols, and a class of elementary students found survivor Mary Murphy and peppered her with questions about that day on Dec. 6, 1917.
“You survived?” asked one girl, incredulously.
“Yes, I survived,” Mary Murphy replied, with a triumphant tone in her voice, to the circle of children around her.
Only two at the time, Ms. Murphy has no first-hand memories of the explosion, but recounted the stories her own family told her about the day that changed.
Her mother was washing dishes in the kitchen sink when the house seemed to collapse, Ms. Murphy said.
“I doubt we would’ve survived if it weren’t for my aunt,” said Ms. Murphy, a lifelong Halifax resident.
The class from Colby Village Elementary School got their picture taken with Ms. Murphy and her nephew, Halifax regional Coun. Patrick Murphy, before heading off to the next anniversary event.
“It’s hard to believe it really happened,” student Bailley Fraser said of the explosion.
She and classmates Katey Carroll and Cassy Lockerby, who snapped a picture of Ms. Murphy as she left the site, believe it’s important to remember what happened on that day.
“I mean, this is where we live, this is our city and we should know about it,” Bailley said.
On Thursday, December 6, 1917, a munitions ship and a relief vessel collided in Halifax Harbour. At 9:04 a.m. that day, the Mont Blanc exploded, shattering the city.
More than 1,900 died, and 9,000 were injured.
The site of the actual impact could be seen from the bell tower, which is a short distance from the former Richmond School. Many north-end Halifax children were on their way to school when the blast occurred. Now a courthouse, there is a plaque inside to honour 88 of the school’s students who perished.
“It’s nice to see school children here today,” Coun. Murphy told the crowd. “Many schoolchildren on December 6th were affected by the explosion. Some were home and some were in school, so it’s very nice to see younger people come out to commemorate the explosion.”
Lieut-Gov. Mayann Francis and Premier Rodney MacDonald were among the many dignitaries who laid wreaths at the ceremony.
Mayor Peter Kelly, Ms. Murphy and blast survivor George Sim also unveiled a new bench with a plaque commemorating the 90th anniversary of the Halifax explosion.
The city recently changed the names of some north-end Halifax streets to commemorate the tragic event as part of the city’s civic addressing program, Mr. Murphy said.
Duffus Street extension has been was renamed Wells Street, after firefighter Billy Wells, who was the driver and the lone survivor of the Halifax fire truck, the Patricia. The truck’s crew were working to douse the flames aboard the burning ship when the blast happened.
A former part of Albert Street was renamed Vincent Street, in honour of Vince Coleman, the wireless operator who used Morse code to via telegraph to stop a Halifax-bound passenger train.
The former Robie Street Extension was renamed Massachusetts Avenue, in honour of the people of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and the relief efforts they provided.
(pbrooks@herald.ca)
The Halifax Explosion
Bye Aunt Alice
11.20.07 (3:40 pm) [edit]
I just received a call from a relative that my great-great aunt (my great-grandmother sister on my mother's side) just past away yesterday. She was 100.
Even though I didn't see her all that much, since she was a very busy lady I do have very found memories of her. Alice was always the type of person who "lied" about her age, especially the last few years of her life. Like the last time I saw her (a few months ago), she would say to me, "Don't I look spry for a woman only 65 years old". And you would never say otherwise or you'd get a three hour long lecture (in French) *lol*
Anywhoo.. here's what it says in her obit:
NORMAN, Alice Marjorie - 100, Spryfield, passed away November 19, 2007, in Melville Lodge, Spryfield. Born in L'Ardoise, she was a daughter of the late George and Nora (Bona) Briand. Alice worked at the Victoria General Hospital in the laundry department for 17 years, retiring in 1971. She is survived by her daughters, Emily Grandy and Muriel Miller, both of Halifax; grandchildren, Bud, Billy and Crystal Harbage, Arthur Norman, Bernie and Debbie Grandy, Susan Hogg, Linda and Bob Miller, Gail Dixon, Derek, Dunbar and Glennis Paquette, Angela Blair; 14 great-grandchildren; nine great great-grandchildren; many nieces and nephews. She was predeceased by her husband, Arthur Norman; daughters, Marion Kovacs and Doreen Paquette; sisters, Freda, Ethel, Evelyn, Emile, Muriel, and Anna; brothers, Elmer, George, Peter, and Bernard. Cremation has taken place under the care and direction of J. Albert Walker Funeral Home (2005) Ltd., 149 Herring Cove Rd., Spryfield (902-477-5601). A graveside service will be held at 10 a.m. Thursday, November 22, in Camp Hill Cemetery. Donations in Alice's memory may be made to the Canadian Diabetes Association (902-453-4232) or Canadian Cancer Society (902-423-6183). Words of comfort may be sent to the family at: wfh2005@ns.sympatico.ca
(Spryfield is a borough of Halifax, NS)
Even though I didn't see her all that much, since she was a very busy lady I do have very found memories of her. Alice was always the type of person who "lied" about her age, especially the last few years of her life. Like the last time I saw her (a few months ago), she would say to me, "Don't I look spry for a woman only 65 years old". And you would never say otherwise or you'd get a three hour long lecture (in French) *lol*
Anywhoo.. here's what it says in her obit:
NORMAN, Alice Marjorie - 100, Spryfield, passed away November 19, 2007, in Melville Lodge, Spryfield. Born in L'Ardoise, she was a daughter of the late George and Nora (Bona) Briand. Alice worked at the Victoria General Hospital in the laundry department for 17 years, retiring in 1971. She is survived by her daughters, Emily Grandy and Muriel Miller, both of Halifax; grandchildren, Bud, Billy and Crystal Harbage, Arthur Norman, Bernie and Debbie Grandy, Susan Hogg, Linda and Bob Miller, Gail Dixon, Derek, Dunbar and Glennis Paquette, Angela Blair; 14 great-grandchildren; nine great great-grandchildren; many nieces and nephews. She was predeceased by her husband, Arthur Norman; daughters, Marion Kovacs and Doreen Paquette; sisters, Freda, Ethel, Evelyn, Emile, Muriel, and Anna; brothers, Elmer, George, Peter, and Bernard. Cremation has taken place under the care and direction of J. Albert Walker Funeral Home (2005) Ltd., 149 Herring Cove Rd., Spryfield (902-477-5601). A graveside service will be held at 10 a.m. Thursday, November 22, in Camp Hill Cemetery. Donations in Alice's memory may be made to the Canadian Diabetes Association (902-453-4232) or Canadian Cancer Society (902-423-6183). Words of comfort may be sent to the family at: wfh2005@ns.sympatico.ca
(Spryfield is a borough of Halifax, NS)
Dirty Mind?
11.16.07 (11:29 pm) [edit]
I was scared at first.
It was very wide, and very long,
and it angled straight up.
I decided I had to try it once.
I slowly and carefully eased myself onto it.
It felt weird at first.
Then I got used to it.
I went up and down, and up and down on it.
I was really loving it.
Now I ride on escalators all the time.
I took my fingers and slowly,
and gently stretched it apart.
It was so pure and white.
I licked it once, twice..I found I couldn't stop.
I licked it faster and faster, and harder.
I began to scrape my teeth against it.
There it was, in my mouth!
All sweet and creamy.
I was done.
And I threw away the outsides of my Oreo cookies.
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I squeezed it gently at first,
then a little bit harder.
There seemed to be more and more of it
I moved it towards my lips.
It was a strange and new sensation for me.
I put it in my mouth
and moved it around and around with my tongue.
The time soon came when I knew I had to spit it out.
It was quite an experience.
The 1st time I tasted toothpaste.
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They were both round and firm.
There was only the slightest difference between the two.
I took one in my hand and twisted it hard.
I used my other hand to grab the other one
and twist it hard the other way.
Now there's a brighter light bulb in the living room.
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It was very long, kind of thin.
I slid it between my fingers
until I got to the end of it.
I was turning it on.
It became firm in my hands,
and the end was wet.
Then it got very hard and began gushing out of the tip.
Then I took the garden hose and watered the bushes.
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I knew it could be done.
I wanted to try but I didn't know if I could do it.
I called my friend.
He said he knew how to do it and would teach me.
He put his arms around me and started.
I watched nervously in the mirror.
He finally finished and pulled back slowly.
I felt relieved that it was over.
I hate neckties.
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It looked warm and dark, and juicy and inviting.
I wasn't sure just what I wanted to do with it.
I carefully pulled it apart with my fingers to look into it better.
I knew how great it would be if I just started eating it.
But I decided to put ketchup on my burger
