As Life Rolls On

Winter 2010

2010-04-30T07:07:00.010-05:00

I sit and think back on the winter that has just past and the spring that is now bringing forth new life and see how it is reflective of life over the last 6 months. It has been a time of stress and deep emotion, a time where the needs of my children have been great, a time of worry for several of my extended family who are experiencing significant medical issues, a time with the unexpected loss of Bruce's best friend who was very near and dear to our hearts, a time where my best friend has needed a listening ear as she deals with the devastating effects ahlzheimers is having on her mother, a time where some staff at the shelter have had difficulty with change that is greatly needed.

Yes, it has been a winter where as a mom, wife, sister, cousin, friend, and boss, I have felt inadequate and ineffective at times, after all, as strong women, aren't we supposed to be able to make things better, right? I can't count the number of times where I would have given anything to take away Jenn's grief, sorrow and pain. I would have done anything to make time stop forever so that Jason didn't have to leave on his deployment to Afghanistan (although Alyson and I did talk about kidnapping him and hiding him), I have wished over and over again that I had arms long enough to stretch across the miles just to hug James, just because, I constantly role over in my mind 'is there anything we could have done so that Wayne didn't have to die alone", I wish daily my arms were long enough to hug Liz, I pray on an ongoing basis for my brothers and cousins, yet although I know that is all I can do right now, it has still felt inadequate, I have tried to hold my head high and say what I mean, mean what I say and be a woman of integrity with my staff, but at times it has felt that no matter what is done, some will continue to push back. Through it all, I have shed many tears behind closed doors and have had many internal doubts and struggles.

Hope does spring eternal though. As a woman of faith, I have relied on God to give me strength when I wanted to stick my head in the sand or run away. My nephew Josh recently reminded me of God's deep love for us with a posting on face book: " 'For I know the plans I have for you' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.' " Jeremiah 29:11. Yes, it has been "winter" in many ways for me over the past 6 months, however:

I look in amazement and great pride at Jennifer, my wonderful, bright, strong daughter who has emerged from a time of hurt and sorrow that no woman should ever have to go through and see her blossom as she is bringing the pieces of her life back together. Although there are still challenges ahead, she will continue to rise to the challenge and grow.
I look in amazement at James as he reaches for the sky and continues on his life journey of living a social justice lifestyle.
I look in amazement at Jason's maturity as he supported other soldiers who were confronted with the reality of deployment, while preparing himself.
I look in amazement at Alyson, as she has supported Jason. She truly is selfless and strong. I feel so very honoured that she is my daughter (in law).
I have watched with great pride at how Bruce has worked through his own grief and hurt over the winter, yet he has been strong for his children and grandchildren.
I am blessed to have an extended family who although many have their own concerns to deal with, they have also reached out to support my children.
I am blessed to have a friend that is more my sister, who God has openned doors for so that her mother is well cared for, who has her own direct line to God and supports me with prayer.
I see God honouring my attempts at being a woman of intergrity with staff, as 90% are now on board with the changes we must make.

Yes, my life has been reflective of the seasons of late. Now that spring has come, that's not to say that struggles are not there. I still wish there was more I could do for my brothers and cousin. I am impatient at times with wanting the changes I need to implement at work to go faster. I still get angry and become a mother lion when my children are struggling and hurting. But that is all human nature. God has been there throughout my "winter", he continues to provide hope and a future. Thanks for the reminder Josh!

My amazing kids (Alyson was working)

My adorable grandkids Owen & Ethan

Gotta Catch Up With Cathy & Barb

2010-02-01T18:08:00.034-06:00

OK, so I'm really behind on blogging. Simply put, my priorities have been diverted elsewhere of late. That being said, let's see how long it takes me to write this list and post it:

How old will you be in 5 years? 56 years young (after all, age is only in your mind, right?)

Who did you spend at least 2 hours with today? Bruce......my sanity at the end of very busy and at times stressful weeks.

How tall are you? About 5' 31/2'. I think I've started to shrink a

What do you look forward to most in the next 6 months? Openning up the trailer for the season

What's the last movie you saw? Can't remember the last time I was in a theatre. The last DVD movie I watched though was Elizabeth

Who was the last person you called? Jennifer.........our daily check in

Who was the last person to call you? Work, what can I say, I'm always on call

What was the last text message you received? From Jennifer telling me to call her on her cell

Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail? That would be someone looking for a job (my work voicemail)

Do you prefer to call or text? Call. I only text if absolutely necessary

What where you doing at 12:00am last night? Reading a novel

Are your parents married/separated/divorced? Married

When is the last time you saw your mom? December 27. they left for Florida a couple of days after that

What colour are your eyes? Green. I don't know why, but they used to freak some people out when I was a kid

What time did you wake up today? 7:00 AM.......and very reluctantly I might add

What are you wearing right now? PJ's (like to get them on early to be comfy)

What is you favorite Christmas song? Might sound cliche, but I love Silent Night. It's OK when it is sung with an orchestra, band or some other musical accompaniamnet, but when it's sung accapella, with people holding candles in a dim or darkened romm, brings me to tears every time

Where is your favorite place to be? At the trailer, with family around

Where is your least favorite place to be? In a crowded room with people I don't really know

Where would you go if you could go anywhere? Scotland, England and Belgium, to see the places my family originated from

Where do you think you'll be in 10 years? Right where I am now.......so much work to do.......some many social justice issues to address.........

Do you tan or burn? Definately tan. I tan so quickly that I've really started to monitor my time in the sun so that my skin doesn't start looking leathery

What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? the closet monster, who would then drag me off to the arena (don't ask)

What was the last thing that really made you laugh? The twins........running at me as I was lying on the floor, them saying "one, two, twee", then dive bombing on top of me

How many TV's do you have in your house? 2 in the winter, 1 in the spring, summer & fall, when we take the extra one to the trailer

How big is your bed? Queen

Do you have a lap top or desk top? Both

Do you sleep with or without your cloths? At home without, when I'm away from home, with

What colour are your sheets? Blue

How many pillows do you sleep with? One

What is your favorite season? I love all seasons, but for different reasons. Now that we have the trailer though, I think I would have to say summer

What do you like about fall? The colours, the smell of the leaves on the ground, the crisp air, a full week at the trailer when almost everyone else in the park is gone, campfires on a cool night, family time at Thanksgiving, the girls big week long scrapbooking trip, apples, pumpkins, fresh local produce, etc, etc, etc

What do you like about winter? Fresh snow, a cold day with the sun shining, bundling up in cosy sweaters, Christmas with family, building snowmen, hot chocolate on a cold day, hibernating.

What do you like about summer? Rolling in the grass, the sun, the lake, the beach, the trailer, campfires, bike riding, gardenning, the birds singing, the loons at the lake.......I could go on & on

What do you like about spring? The buds on the trees, planting my gardens, the longer days, spending time outside, the smell after a spring rain

How many provinces have you lived in? Two - Ontario & Alberta

What cities/towns have you lived in? Brampton/Caledon, Calgary & Kingston

Do you prefer shoes, socks or bare feet? Bare feet all the way, even in the winter

Are you a social person? Although I appear comfortable and social, people may be surprised to know I am actually an introvert and relish my quiet and me time

What was the last thing you ate? Swiss Chalet Chicken

What is your favorite restaurant? The Keg

What is you favorite ice craem? Heavenly Hash (mmmmmm, chocolate)

What is your favorite dessert? Pumpkin Chiffon Pie with just a little bit of whip cream (lol)

What's your favorite kind of soup? Clam Chowder

What kind of jelly do you like on your peanut butter & jelly sandwhich? I don't like peanut butter & jelly

Do you like chinese food? Yummy

Do you like coffee? Anyone who knows me well knows that you don't talk to me in the morning until I've had one

How many glasses of water do you drink on average in a day? Not enough

What do you drink in the morning? Coffee

Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed? The right side, because Bruce likes the left

Do you know how to plan poker? Not really. I just watch Bruce and the boys play

Do you like to cuddle? I like to cuddle with the twins, and to get hugs, but other wise I'm not much of a cuddler

Have you ever been to Australia? No, but there's a big conference coming up there next year that I'd like to attend if I can

Do you have an addictive personality? Yes, I get hooked on things (like a certain kind of food), and in my wilder, younger days, could not leave any booze around without drinking it. I've learned how to deal with it

Do you eat out or at home more often? At home

Do you know anyone that has the same birthday as you? No, but does being born on D Day count?

Do you want kids? I have 3, all grown now, 2 grand kids and 2 grand puppies too. I could handle more though

Do you speak any other languages? Some french, however I am not that confident when I speak it

Have you ever gotten stitches? On my face, under my left eye after I was thrown by a horse into a tree and my eye got caught on a branch as I was coming down (can you say ouch!)

Have you ever ridden in an ambulance? Nope.

Do you prefer an ocean or a pool? Ocean

Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seat? Window. I'm somewhat claustrophobic and being able to look out the window helps me feel less so (I know, sounds contradictory)

Do you know how to drive stick? All my cars have always been stick. I prefer it

What is your favorite thing to spend money on? Scrapbooking stuff

Do you wear any jewellery 24/7? My wedding ring

What is your favorite TV show? Law & Order and Greys Anatomy

Can you roll your tongue? yes, I have that gift

Who is the funniest person you know? My daughter Jennifer

Do you sleep with stuffed animals? If you consider Bruce a stffed animal, then yes

What is the main ring on your phone? The Entertainer

Do you still have clothes from when you were little? Jennifer has a swaeter of mine from when I was 14

What red object is closest to you right now? My family room chair

Do you turn off the water when you brush your teeth? No

Do you sleep with the closet doors open or closed? Definately closed (so the closet monster doesn't get me)

Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees? OUCH! NEITHER! I don't think I could choose as they are equally bad

Do you flirt alot? I don't think I do, however I've had many people tell me that I do

What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Either sweet & sour sauce or BBQ sauce

What is your favorite food? Does chocolate count? Otherwise, shrimp, a good steak, and a very fresh salad

Can you change the oil in a car? If I had to, but I don't have to so I don't

Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket? 3

Have you ever run out of gas? Have run on fumes many times, but never had

What is you usual bedtime? I'm not a good sleeper. I usually head off to bed between 1:00 - 3:00 am. Up at 7:00 am.

What was the last book you read? "The Book of Negros" by Lawrence Hill. I'd highly recommend it.

Do you read the newspaper? I check it a few times a week to see about things that might pertain to work

Do you have any magazine prescriptions? No, but one of these days I'll get off my butt and get one for Canadian Scrapbooker

Do you watch soap operas? I'm never home when they're on. When I was younger and when I was home during the day, I'd watch the Old and The Breastless sometimes

Do you dance in the car? Sometimes, and believe you me, it's not pretty

What radio station did you last listen to? CBC Radio 1

Who is in the picture frame closest to you? Surprise, surprise, the twins

What was the last note you scribbled on a piece of paper? The list of priority things To Do for work tomorrow

What is your favorite candle scent? Apple Cranberry

What is your favorite board game? Scrabble, because I beat Bruce at it most of the time we play

When was the last time you attended church? The end of December.

Who was your favorite teacher in high school? High school wasn't the greatest for me when it came to teachers. Frankly, there's no one that really stood out for me.

What is the longest you ever camped out in a tent? 2 weeks........and that was almost 38 years ago

Who was the last person to do something special for you? Bruce. He made cleaned the house on his own so that I could "veg" after a very looooooooong week

The Graduate

2009-08-07T17:59:00.008-05:00

Several weeks ago, James had his commencement for graduating with his B Ed (with disctinction). After getting his Honours BA in History, James returned to school for another year to pick up some more courses so that he could have a "second teachable" for if he went onto getting his teacher's degree. He then went to Korea for a year, returned to Canada and worked with street kids at a Youth shelter in downtown Toronto for a year before going back to get his B Ed. After alot of hard work, he has reached his academic goal. He has graduated at a time however when, due to the recession, there is a hiring freeze in the education system in Ontario. He has not let that deter him however and he is back working with the street kids at the shelter in Toronto, honing his skills and giving back to society.

James has put alot of thought into his life journey, and it has truly paid off. He has become a very mature, responsible man who still has that "little boy" inside of him. He has always been our very sensitive one, the one who was easily hurt by others, yet also deeply felt the pain others went through. As such, he has a deep empathy for those around him who are marginalized by others and by society as a whole. I watch him now as he reaches out to others who society has forgotten. I watch him as he brings kids out of their shell who no one else can reach. I watch as he empowers kids to make informed decisions. I hear as he challenges kids to think outside the box, to think for themselves, to search for answers. I watch and listen as kids respond to him and see how he has become a teacher, a mentor, a friend.

Many years ago, when I was workin in the classroom, James said to me, "Mom, I could never be a teacher, I wouldn't have the patience." Several years later, when I started working with the homeless and those living in poverty, he said' "Mom, I could never do that, I wouldn't have the patience."

Well my son, it is clear that to me that God has given you the gift of patience. He has given you the gift of teaching, and more importantly the gift of reaching out to others. You truly are an inspiration. I stand in awe of the man you are, and I thank God daily for the example and mentor you are to others, and to me.

James with his Nana & Papa

Bruce & I with James

Trailer Pics

2009-07-28T20:52:00.006-05:00

The trailer has been delivered and it's useable now! YEAH!!!!!! Next year we will need to look at a proper deck and the skirting around the bottom, but that will come with time. We've got the basics now (dishes, a pot, a pan, a set of towels), so we're able to get there whenever we want. Jason, Alyson, Courtney (our neice) and I were there last weekend (Bruce was called into work because of the VIA rail strike). The sun poked it's head out in the mornings, and rain came later each day, but that was alright because we had a roomy trailer to hang out in. Here's some pictures.

From the back corner of the lot

Looking through the front picture window into the living room

Looking at the side into the dining area

The master bedroom

Willow looking at the birds out the kitchen window

Jason's new boat

It's Official!

2009-07-23T18:04:00.002-05:00

Well, those of you who read Jenn's blog will know that it's now official............the boy's adoption is final! They are now legally Legge's. Bruce and I went with my mom and dad to support Jenn and Kevin when they went to court on Tuesday. Kevin's parents, along with Shannon (Jenn's best friend and the boy's God mom) were there to. It wasn't a big pomp and circumstance ceremony, but it was very emotional for many of us. For me, as Jenn's mom, it was such a joy to see that after coming to grips with infertility, how she has relied on her faith that God had a child for her and Kevin. She has been richly rewarded with two beautiful little boys, who have the most delightful personalities and are the joy of her life. Bruce and I are so happy that we have been here this past year to support Jenn and Kevin and to become active grandparents. To see the boy's faces light up when we walk in the room, to have them clap and say "yeah" when they see us............we truly are blessed.

Ethan Josef Legge

Owen David Legge

Has a nice ring to it don't you think?

Young Update

2009-07-12T17:42:00.014-05:00

It's been a while since I blogged. I often formulate great blogs in my mind, but never do get around to posting them. Life here though continues to be busy, and good. Work has been great. I love the challenges and am seeing great progress in our programs and staff (more on that in a future post). Bruce and I are truly enjoying being back in Ontario. We are getting to see our kids on a regular basis, we got to be there for James at his convocation (more about my thoughts on that in a future post), and we have developed a wonderful relationship with the twins as we see them growing.

Last week, we did our usual and booked a cottage for a week (in Barry's Bay, just outside of Algonquin Park), leaving it open for the kids to come up when and if they wanted. It's a wonderful, peaceful area as 90% of the land surrounding the lake is crown land, so it is unspoiled and will stay that way with no future development. Everyone came and spent a bit of time. It was a great week. Here's some pics:

Alyson and Willow with Ethan and Owen

Charlie and Willow commiserating

"Mr. Sandman" Owen

Ethan having a great time in his "boat"

Chillaxin' in the pool

The Young men by the fire

SBG (Spoiled By Grandpa!)

OK, OK, so I spoil them too

Sunset on the lake

Looking up from the road to our site where our new trailer will go

That's right folks! We loved the area so much that we bit the bullet and bought a trailer. There was 1 spot that had come available on a quiet private road in the resort park. It has water views, and there are about 8 trailers that share the dock and small beach area. It is tucked away from the rest of the "resort" where the playground, large docks and more public beach are. It's beautiful. The trailer is a "cottager" trailer that is 14 ft wide, has 2 bedrooms, a full bath and a large open concept living room, dining room and kitchen with full size appliances. It comes fully furnished. It should be in place on the lot by the end of this week, so LOOK OUT WEEKENDS, HERE WE COME! Our own "Happy Place" in God's paradise!

View of the lake from our lot

Word of the Year

2009-01-18T16:47:00.012-06:00

The last 2 years, my sister Barb has chosen a word that she feels she will try to "attain" or one that will reflect her life over the coming year. I've taken that challenge this year and broken it up into 2 .......... a word for my professional life and a word for life in general.

The reason I broke it in 2 is that I have taken the word for my professional life and used it to challenge the staff of the shelter. We are in the midst of a big expansion as we are building Second Stage Transitional Housing for women and their children. This housing will provide the ongoing support that the crisis shelter is unable to provide as women try to regain control of their own lives once they have fled an abusive relationship. As such, the word I have chosen for myself and have challenged staff with is "innovation", innovation as we assess how we current conduct programs, which means a willingness to think beyond "this is how we've always done it" and think outside the box, truly listenning to the voices of the women who use our services and develop creative solutions and options for women as THEY take the first steps to regain their lives. Innovation around developing a program in the Second Stage Housing where the residents have an active voice in how the program runs, and how they are able to hold each other accountable for ensuring a safe environment. Innovation on how we educate the community on family violence and women's issues. Staff seem to have grasped onto the challenge. We are heading into a staff planning retreat in the next couple of weeks and there is alot of buzz around the word "innovation".

For my personal life, choosing a word was easy. For this year the word is "enjoy". Over the past 4 years, my life has been so occupied by work and school that I will now admit that I ceased to fully enjoy life. So this year, now that we are "home" in Ontario, I will enjoy life to the fullest. I truly am enjoying "work", as I am having an impact at the front line again with families instead of sitting in an office as an administrator. I am enjoying being able to see my children and grandchildren much more often. This is especially important as Jason prepares for deployment to Afghanistan next Januray, James sorts through his own future, and Jenn & Kevin work through the final legal pieces of Ethan and Owen's adoption. I have truly enjoyed being able to connect with Cathy & Barb and plan on enjoying many more days and weekends with them. I am hoping to be able to see Mom & Dad more and enjoy the quiet times with them. Liz and I have several big plans now that I am "home". I will enjoy simply being with Bruce in our new home in the province where we feel comfortable. I will enjoy getting to know our new neighbours more. Although I joke about the neighbourhood "Mrs. Kravitz", this is the friendliest neighbourhood we have ever lived in where people reach out to and watch out for each other.

So there's my words. I am renewed and hope that that renewal will bring about some "innovation" as I "enoy" life to the fullest.

As per my last post, here's some more pictures from Christmas. It was a 'perfect" Christmas. The only thing that could have made it better was if David & Evie and Stephen & Gayle and their families were here.

Uncle James & Owen playing "Super Baby"

Jason & Alyson rummaging through their stockings

Ethan & Owen playing with Grandpa's favorite toy (I think Bruce had more fun with this than the babies did!)

The "Young" men's poker game Christmas night

Christmas dinner at Barb's on Boxing Day

As soon as the babies arrive, guess what the Aunties do?

Don, Matthew & Cameron Boxing Day afternoon

Young Maple Leaf fans

Scottie, Ethan & Joseph

Christmas wouldn't be the same if Rick wasn't home

Re-establishing Old and Establishing New Traditions

2008-12-25T12:37:00.005-06:00

So, it's the first time since 2004 that all of the "Youngs" have been together at Christmas. What I've found is that everyone is eagerly re-establishing some of our old traditions, yet we are also establishing new ones. Last weekend, Jenn & Kevin took over the house so that they could spend some time with Owen and Ethan's birth family. We cleared out to give them their privacy. It's so wonderful that they have a great relationship. Our 2 little guys are very fortunate and have alot of people that really love them.

Saturday evening, James and Jason and Alyson arrived. Jenn & Kevin went home that night, but everyone else stayed through the weekend. Alyson and I baked all day Sunday (a "new" tradition I think), and the guys spend the day shopping and playing cards. We had our turkey dinner that day as well.

Jason and Alyson went home on Monday and James has stayed through. On Tuesday, James, Bruce and I went out for lunch at a great restaurant on the waterfront. Last night, we did the old "Young" tradition and watched "A Chrsitmas Carol" with a plate full of goodies. It is now 2:00 PM on Christmas day. We had a relaxing big breakfast, have just finished opening our gifts and will be leaving for Jenn & Kevin's shortly. We are all meeting up there to spend the night together and head off to the Sears Boxing Day tomorrow.

As per David's challenge, I've been snapping some pictures. Here's round 1. More when we get home in a couple of days.

Keeping the driveway clear

I've discovered Alyson is an amazing baker!

Lunch at Aqua Terra

Christmas Day

The gold and silver music tree

The family tree

Merry Christmas Everyone!

OK, So I'm A Bit Behind Everyone Else

2008-12-22T14:06:00.008-06:00

So here's my list:

Wrapping paper or gift bags? OK, so although I'm very much an environmentalist, I do love the wrapping paper thing. I love to do it up fancy with bows and sparkly ribbon.
Real tree or Artificial? Artificial. We did real trees for a bit as the kids were growing up, but we found the boys always had trouble with their asthma, so we went with an artificial one about 15 years ago. I now like the idea of having it up longer.
When do you put up the tree? The last weekend in November. This year we bought a new big tree for the front living room window the 3rd week of November. Of course we just had to put it up to see if the lights worked.
When do you take the tree down? First weekend in January.
Do you like eggnog? Not really.
Favorite gift received as a child? I distinctly remember receiving a Barbie case with some Barbie clothes inside. I was thrilled. It wasn't until years later that I discovered they had been second hand, but I didn't care, I had extra clothes for my Barbie. I also remember a sense of 'excitment' when I opened a certain "Donny Osmand" record album.
Hardest person to buy for? Definately Dad! Mind you, these days James is getting harder to buy for as he is unmaterialistic and always says he doesn't "need" anything.
Easiest person to buy for? Jason. Anything fishing, fishing, fishing will do.
Do you have a nativity scene? Yes. It is one of my "prized" Christmas 'decorations'.
Mail or email Christmas cards? Kind of hit and miss. When I'm not too busy, we send cards via snail mail. This year.........well it's been busy..........
Worst Christmas gift you ever received? A plastic kangaroo with its right ear chewed off. It still brings on giggles from our kids when we talk about it. One of those things where you have to say "It's the thought that counts".
Favorite Christmas Movie? A Christmas Carol with Alistar Sims. The family tradition is to watch it every Chrsitmas Eve with a plate of goodies in front of us.
When do you start shopping for Christmas? Normally in October. This year it was a little later, so it was "panic city" for me as I was so behind.
Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? No
Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? There's so much..........turkey, stuffing, mulled apple cider, "goodies", chocolates, chocolates and more chocolates............
Lights on the tree? Most definately. And they have to be kept lit whenever we're in the house.
Favorite Christmas song? Oh Holy Night........especially when I hear Jason play it on his trumpet.
Travel at Christmas or stay home? Used to be we didn't leave the house on Christmas so that the kids could have time together and be able to play with their new toys. Things have started to change for us now that the kids are adults. It will be us travelling more now so that the kids can be home with their families.
Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? On Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen. On Comet, on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen. Of course, we can't forget Rudloph.
An angel on top or a star? An angel on the top of the "family" tree and a very large bow on top of the tree in the front window.
Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Christmas morning.
Most annoying thing about this time of the year? People who insist it is not "politically correct" to call it the "Christmas Holidays", but that we should call it the "Winter Holiday" so some such other thing. For pitty sake, Christmas is a Christian holiday, let's get that straight!
Favorite ornament theme or color? I must admit, I do love our gold and silver music tree, it really is beautiful. I must also say however that my favorite tree and theme is our family tree that is eclectic and loaded with ornamanets we have collected over the years and with ornaments the kids made us when they were little.
Favorite dessert for Christmas dinner? Nana Schephens' Christmas pudding with lots of whip cream. I miss Nana and her pudding.
What do you want for Christmas this year? Scrapbooking stuff. Now that I've got some balance back in my life, I want to start scrapbooking more.
Any special Christmas traditions? Where do I start, there's so many. I love how we take our time watching each other open 1 gift at a time and enjoy each other's excitment, there's the traditional Christmas baking, and the family time, especially the traditional Sears Christmas on Boxing day.

THE LIST

2008-11-10T19:32:00.011-06:00

OK, so here's my list. Davis has challenged everyone to blog more..........I challenge everyone to do "The List". Let's see who's accomplished what.

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity (that would include my time as well as $)
7. Been to Disneyland (well, Disney World)
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo (many, many moons ago)
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch (if Scrapbooking and cross stitch counts)
15. Adopted a child (OK, I cheat here.......vicarious adoption for me with Ethan & Owen)
16. Had food poisoning (more than once.......not nice!)
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables (now that I'm back in Ontario,I can grow them again!)
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked (interesting the people you meet when you stick out a thumb)
23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset (both)
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language (does pig latin count?)
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo's David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight (and with the Aurora Borialis dancing!)
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud (mud wrestling can be fun!)
54. Gone to a drive-in theater (Ah yes, those were the days!)
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma (I think I deserve to put this one in. I've tried many times and they keep turning me down!)
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar (tried it once.....NEVER again! Blah!)
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades (I drove through them - does that count?)
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone ( a toe. Does that count?)
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone's life (walked in on a client just after he had stabbed himeself)
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit (and WON.......thank you very much!)
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Read an entire book in one day

56 out of 100............who's next?

Computer Whoas and This'n That

2008-09-14T11:01:00.017-05:00

I've been having problems with my computer lately when it comes to working on line. We had an issue last winter where a virus corrupted some of the hard drive that operated the internet, so I am wondering if my current difficulties are related to that. When we move back to Ontario, I think I might have Jason clean out the system completely, then reinstall everything again. What I'm finding now is that the system is a little slower than I think it should be, but also I am having issues with responding to some of my emails and to other people's blogs and facebook. I do read everything that comes in though, so I thought I'd do an update through my own blog (hopefully it will work) and respond to some of the blogs that way. So here we go, Thisn' That since mid July:

For those of you who don't know, I have tendered my resignation with The Salvation Army and we are moving back to Ontario. Kingston to be exact. Although I loved my job here in Calgary (it was a great challenge, and I relish challenges), I have missed working with families and women. I have accepted the position as Executive Director with another not for profit that focuses on abused, disenfranchised and homeless women and children. They are in the midst of a big expansion to the program so there are some wonderful challenges again. I tendered my resignation in Calgary in July, however I asked the new place for 2 months to transition the programs here. That was the best thing I could have done. A great new leadership model has been established where the staff and clients of the programs I oversee will be cared for and there will be very little change, if any, for 95% of them. I will be leaving here with a great sense of peace.
From the day I met face to face with the Board of Directors at the new place, to my accepting the position, to tendeering my resignation, to putting our house on the market, to selling the house, to buying a new house in the Kingston area, it was less than two weeks. Talk about a whirlwind..........but a good one.
We were thrilled that our new twin grand babies (Owen and Ethan) arrived and were big enough to come home from hospital in time for everyone to go to the cottage together when we flew back to Ontario for holidays. Bruce and I soaked up every second we could with them. They are absolutely beautiful! Bruce was funny, as every time one of them made any sort of peep, he'd scoop them up. He couldn't get enough of their cuddles. Here's a couple of pictures I took while we were away:

Grampa cuddling with Owen

Ethan and Owen.

We rented a cottgae in Northern Onatrio (West Nippissing) for a week. As it was our 30th anniverssary this past August, as a gift to our family, we treated everyone to a family vacation. What a wonderful week. Everyone made it up for at least a part of the week. We just hung out together, fished, went canoeing and paddleboating, sat on the waters edge, had nightly camp fires, and week long card tournaments. Charlie was in heavan with being on the water and having his favorite aunt and uncles to spoil him rotten. Our life long friends, Liz and Mark came up for a couple of days at the end of the week as well. We couldn't have asked for a better week.

Jenn & Kevin

The family that fishes together..........

Eddie (James' friend) and James doing the dance to the campfire gods

Young Family Portrait

At the end of August, our neice Courtney (Bruce's brother Robert's daughter) came for a visit. She lives in Nova Scotia. She is now 20 years old. We haven't seen her since she was an infant, and did not have contact with her until she was 17 (long story there). It was wonderful to have her here. James happened to be hiking in the mountains and came by while she was with us, so she got to meet him as well. We did some of the touristy stuff like go to Banff to shop have dinner and take a cruise on Lake Miniwanka. We also did some hiking in the back country of Kananaskis. It was a wonderful way to really talk and get to know each other better. The best thing about the whole trip is that she left knowing that she had 2 aunts (Wanda and I), an uncle (Bruce) and all her "Young" cousins that never forgot her and have always considered her a part of the family. She is in touch with all of us now on a regular basis. We aren't going to let her feel "lost" from us again.

First Family Picture with Courtney

It's wonderful to see my neices and nephews grow and take on new challenges. I have closely followed what is happenning through their blogs and facebook as well as through reports from their parents. It has been a joy to be here and watch Elizabeth, Emily, Nathan and Kathryn come into their own. I have watched from afar as Matthew, Spencer and Cameron have grown from the little boys they were when we left Ontario to wonderful, caring, mature young men. I have watched from afar as Jonathan and Joshua have taken the next steps in their life journey (glad that everyone at LSU made it safely through Hurricane Ike Josh!). I have watched from afar as Joseph and Scottie have grown from a pre schooler and an infant to beautiful little boys with lots of personality. I've watched from afar as Robyn and Danielle have taken the steps to fulfill their life's dreams. Now that we are reconnected with Courtney, we will watch as she begins her new journey. All of their parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles have a right to be very proud of each and everyone of them. I know I am!

So there's my update. the next week will be a flurry of activity as I finish at work on Thursday, the house gets packed up by the movers and we get on the road on Friday afternoon. We'll be driving across Canada in 2 cars........caravan style. We'll drive through Northern Ontario as it is in all its fall slendour! We're looking forward to stopping and spending a couple of days in Petewawa with Jason and Alyson before we head down to Kingston. It's a new chapter............no, a new book for us.............new books are good............interesting...........an adventure...............Life is GOOD

The Ethical Dilemna

2008-07-29T20:05:00.004-05:00

I recently finished reading a book that Alyson and Jason sent me. It is called "My Sister's Keeper" and is written by Jodi Picoult. It is the story of a family who discover that their 2 year old daughter has a rare form of leukemia, and intentionally have a 'designer baby' in order to ensure a donor match for their older child. The designer baby, a daughter, was only intented to donate cord cells, however over the years, is expected to donate other cells, and bone marrow over and over. At the point where the story opens, the second daughter, now 13 years old, is being expected to donate a kidney to her sister.

It is a great novel that I would recommend to anyone. As the reader, you become angry and wonder how a parent can force a child (the designer child) to undergo invasive medical procedures over and over again that is of no benefit to her. The book however has promted me to think about what I would do as a parent if I were in that situation. When you see one child critcally ill, would you not do anything you could to save that child? However, would you force, coerce or even expect your other child to undergo painful medical procedures to save their sibling? How do you choose between your children? It is not something I would ever want to confront because I'm afraid that no matter what decision was made, it would not be the right one.

James' Visit Part II

2008-07-06T18:49:00.005-05:00

So........when we last left the story of James' visit, he and I had gone hicking up through Johnstone Canyon in Banff National Park. Here are pictures from the rest of his visit:

On Friday, we went to a Calgary Stampeders Football Game. We were all dressed up in our raingear 'cause it was raining and cold. We had a great time though.

It was so cold that James wore a winter toque..........IN JUNE!!!!!

The rain let up and we had a beautiful full rainbow right over the stadium. Oh, and to top it all off, the Stampeders won.

James took my bike and camera out a few times for a ride. He used the timer to take this one of himself.

On Saturday we went to Stephen and Gayle's for a BBQ. The kids were so excirted to see James.

Kathryn and James with one of the puppies

All the cousins got toegther to do the PP dance

Part three of the visit to be posted.........

James' Visit Part I

2008-06-30T18:14:00.012-05:00

James was out for a visit a couple of weeks ago. He was here for father's day, which Bruce was really happy about. We had a great time while he was here. I took a couple of days off work........and I actually did no work! James & I went hiking in the mountains (over 10 km......I was one hurtin' momma after that..........but a good hurtin'), the three of us went to a Calgary Stampeders Game, we visited Stephen & Gail, took in a baseball game at the local ball field (single 'A'), and Bruce & James went to Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump (yes, there actually is a place with that name). Here's some pictures of our hike up through Johnstone Canyon:

James & I right before hitting the trail

One of the falls in Johnstone Canyon

Taking a break on the trail

James hanging over the falls just so he can get a picture of himself hanging over the top of a falls

My son the dare devil laying back over more falls

When we got to the top of the trail, we came to a valley where there was a river and a meadow. There was a rock island in the middle of the river that James was able to jump to where he built a rock sculpture

A series of small pools called the Ink Pots was in the valley. This is the edge of one of the inkpots

The pregnant tree

OK, so I got obsessed with playing with the colour stuff on my camera.........but I like the way this looks

This was cool.........multiple falls in one place..........and oh..........they were on the other side of the canyon so James could hang out over them

This ended up being my favorite picture of the whole day. My son completely relaxed and in his element

More pictures to come in a few days

Flowers Everywhere

2008-06-18T21:14:00.005-05:00

Well..........it's official..............I am half a century old. With the fall I had a couple of weeks ago (see post for June 3), I feel like I am half a century old lately. Ah well, serves me right for not acting my age.............

Anyways........on my birthday, I arrived home from work to find 2 dozen beautiful long stem white roses in the middle of the dining room table. ROSES.........MY FAVORITE! The kids have decided I have become like their Nana and have become hard to buy gifts for (another sign I am becoming an old fart), so they decided that sending roses would be good. They were right.........I loved them. As a scrapbooker, I just had to take my camera out and play with the different colour and light settings and get some pictures. So..........here you go, pictures of my wonderful gift from my 5 wonderful children.

PS: I just threw them out yesterday. They lasted 11 days!

Lessons Learned From a Father

2008-06-03T21:38:00.017-05:00

We were home this past weekend for a "surprise" visit. It was wonderful to be able to spend time with each of our kids and to be able to join in with my family reunion. There were two things that happenned this weekend though that really showed me how our boys have watched their father and learned from his example.

On Friday Jason graduated from the military. This was the main reason for us flying home for the weekend. Jason did not know we were flying in for the graduation ceremony. As a mtter of fact, he didn't realize we were there until part way through the ceremony. When he saw me standing there taking his picture a big grin came over his face. He truly was surprised.............and very pleased.

When the graduation formalities were over, the platoon marched out of the hall and were out for about 5 minutes before they were permitted to return to the reception that followed. When they were permitted to come in, I walked towards Jason to give him a hug and let him know how proud I was of him. When he reached me, he said "hold on a minute", walked over to Alyson, gave her a hug and a kiss, then came back to give me a hug. It was then that I realized how much he has watched and learned from his father.

On Saturday, we went to the Sears family reunion at my sister's house. I was standing at the sink in the kitchen washing some salad when my 12 year old nephew bent over to pick something up and had his bum sticking up in the air. I COUNLDN'T RESIST! A nephew's bum in the air is the perfect place for an aunt to plant a foot! As I went to give him a "kick", my feet came out from under me, I flew up laterally into the air, and came down with a very hard thud on my back. I came down so hard that I knocked the air out of both lungs and couldn't breath. As well, my back was in a great deal of pain. I yelled out for Bruce, but it was James that got to me first. The look of panic on his face and the distress in his voice brought me back and calmed me down. After an assessment from Uncle Ron and Aunt Sue (who are a physician and a nurse), I was back on my feet, sore, but on my feet (I thought I may have broken my toe, however I did not. My foot however has gone black across the top, and I have bruises up my back, but I am OK). I watched James the rest of the day as he watched me. Before he left for that evening, he came to me to make sure I was OK. It was then that I realized how much he has watched and learned from his father.

It has always facinated me how children will pick and choose what behaviours of their parents they will emulate. You can never tell if it will be the positive behaviours, or the negative ones. I can honestly say that my boys have picked up on what is positive in their father. James watched over the years as Bruce watched over his mother, and stepped in to care for her when needed. Bruce's calls to her to say "hey Mum, how are you doing" were heard by his boys. On Saturday, although I scared the living bejeebers out of him, James took the role with me Bruce did with his own mother. The careful watchman.

One thing I have always known with Bruce is that I am loved and that I am the centre of his world. He deeply loved and respected his mother, however he was clear with the fact that I was his priority. Jason has made this very clear with Alyson as well. He deeply loves me and respects me.......I know that, and I know he always will. I also know that he has his priorities straight and as such, he and Alyson have a great start in their marriage. She is his priority, and always will be.

Many men rely on the examples of their own father to determine how they will parent their own children and set the example for them. Bruce was not fortunate enough to have a positive father figure as he was growing up. He therefore had to look at others around him, and figure it out for himself. He was bound and determined to be a good father to his children, and to set a positive example. As such, his sons have had a wonderful example before them, and as such they have become wonderful, caring young men who have their priorities straight.

Bruce.............you done good!!!!!!!

Bruce, Jason & James

How You Know It's Spring in Small Town Alberta

2008-03-26T19:59:00.002-05:00

So how do you know it's spring time in small town Alberta.........Well, here's just some of the ways:

The line up at Timmie's house is longer than usual..........it's Roll Up The Rim time again (not that I ever win anything!)
The chuck wagon reports have started. Did you know they have to compete with each other to get sponsors, they don't necessarily keep the same one every year. Sponsors also openly bid on the chuckers
There's alot more RV trailers out on the road
The bikers are back roaring through town.......great..........15 - 20 of them at a time!!!!!!
The ranchers are looking to hire boar seaman collectors and prairie oyster experts again. Anyone lookin' for a new and interesting career?
The dust storms have started. You can see them roling across the feilds
The local woman's clothing store has beach displays............wait a minute, there's no beaches around here!!!!!
Gopher holes are popping up all over the place
Fire bans are being put in place..........looks like it's goin' to be a dry summer..........
The farmers are starting to hang fake prairie oysters from their trailer hitches..........at least I THINK they're fake...........WELL I HOPE THEIR FAKE!!!!!!!

Our Life on the Tree

2007-12-23T14:40:00.000-06:00

Bruce & I have two trees every Christmas. The small tree is the "Theme" tree. It is the silver and gold music tree. It's actually quite lovely. The big tree however is a conglomerate of ornaments that we have collected over the years. When we were putting the tree up this year, we talked about whether that tree could now become a "Theme" tree as well, now that the kids are adults. We both very quickly said absolutely not, as there are many precious memories hanging on that tree that reflects our life together, and truly reflects the true meaning of Christmas. Have a look:

In 1977, the year before we were married, we received this as a table favour at the company Christmas Party where Bruce worked at the time (Charles Tennant). It was our first ornament. The irony for me is that this ornament reflects what society sees as the "norm", in that there is a couple in a house together. Who would have though that long ago that I would have a passion to work with those who are ostracized by society because they do not fit within this "norm".

My aunt made this. I have 4 of them. She gave them to my mom to give them to me the first Christmas we were married (1978). They were stiff because they were starched with sugar. When Jenn was 2 years old (1980), I had to put them at the top of the tree because she found one and started to suck on it because it was so sweet. I soaked off the starch after that.

Every Christmas, each of the kids received their own ornament for the tree. This is the one James got in his stocking his first Christmas (1982). When they each started to get married, 1/3 of the ornaments on the tree left. All that's left of those ornaments now are James'.

When the kids were little, I was somewhat selfish. I wanted to work, yet I wanted to have my kids with me, so I worked in daycare. Best of both worlds, kids with me, yet I was bringing in an income. In 1984, I received this from one of the kids in my class. I had alot of "characters" in that class. There was the "youngest spoiled child" who was developmentally, socially and emotionally a little delayed because mom & dad didn't want him to grow up. There were the two cousins, only children, who were true "princesses". There was the child who would spend great lengths of time in the bathroom, and when he was asked what he was doing, inevitably his response was "I feelding dood!" Then there was young Matt (who gave me this ornament), who was a content, easy child, the type of child who is easily overlooked in a class of "characters". Interesting that his is the name I remember.

One of our kids greatest joys was making Christmas ornaments for us. They would jump around in excitement as we opened it, and would immediately ask "do you like it, do you like it?" as soon as we had it opened. James made this one in 1988 when he was in grade 1

Jenn made this one that same year (1988) when she was in grade 5

In 1992, Bruce had serious back surgery. It was a trying time for all of us, as we were unsure as to what would happen. The surgery took place on December 10, the day before Jenn's 14th birthday. The kids were worried, as they always saw their daddy as being invincible. They wanted to do something special for him to make him feel better. James had received a kit to make ornaments at Bruce's company party. The three of the kids decided that they would make the ornaments, then take them to him at the hospital to make him feel better. A gift James received for himself became a selfless act of love for their dad

Jason made this one when he was in grade 5 (1995). I remember him coming home from school about the second week of December announcing that he had made something really cool, and "I think you're really going to like it, but I can't tell you what it is". Of course on Christmas day, his question was "do you like it, do you like it?"

When our nieces were very young, their mother and Bruce's brother divorced. Wanda and the girls moved back to Nfld, Wanda remarried, and they moved to Calgary. Bruce and I were adamant that we would have a relationship with our nieces. Wanda and I stayed in touch and remained good friends. Every year, Wanda, Kevin & the girls sent us an ornament for our tree. This is the one we received in 1996. The back says "Love is the Gift of Christmas". I add to that Love is the gift of family, where bonds are not broken

When the kids were in public school, one of the fundraisers every year was selling of Christmas wrapping paper and ornaments. One year (around 1988), the ornaments were birds in a glass bell. Bruce's mom loved birds, especially Blue Jays and Cardinals, so the kids all pooled their money together and bought her this ornament. She loved this so much that she kept it out year round. When she passed away in 2000, we brought it home, and every year it now occupies a branch on our tree in remembrance of her. She is greatly missed. I can see this one becoming a family heirloom

So as our tree has emptied 1/3 at a time, we have had to start getting some of our own. This is our latest addition, a funky stained glass stocking that Bruce got in his stocking this year.

We have many more the kids have made for us over the years. Some are now so fragile, like the bean and wax angel Jenn made for us in grade 1, that they remain wrapped in boxes. Most occupy a special place at the front of our tree every year, and always will. I foresee that as they start having children of their own, these will become conversation pieces, and will give some insight into the wonderful people their parents are and always have been. So, no, our big tree will remain as is, a conglomerate of ornaments that reflects our lives, and reflects what to us Christmas is about.........unconditional love.

Our Tree

I Didn't Kick the Bucket, I've Just Been Underground

2007-12-17T20:01:00.000-06:00

Well, it's been a bit. I think this is the longest I've gone between posts. Life has been busy..........no it's been nuts..........but it's slowed down just a little so I thought I'd get caught up. So here's what's happenned the last couple of months:

I've worked alot
I've worked on my research when I've not worked alot
I've had a change in position at work. I am now the ED for Housing & Homelessness. This has allowed me to really focus on moving the homeless programs The Salvation Army runs in Calgary and look at how to improve, expand and move forward. It has been a big challenge, as I have had to do the "dirty deed" with some staff and help other staff understand why and what our new direction is. As a result...............I've worked alot
I transfered corps. I now attend a corps that is completely outside my comfort zone. It is a small town corps (church) in the little town just south of where I live, where the majority of congregants are senior citizens, and the pastors are as young as my children. But I had a real sense of this is where God wants me to be. Sure enough, you "wait on the Lord" and he shows you why. Captain Shannon shared with me that she and Captain Jeff have just been told they cannot have children of their own. When I shared what Jenn & Kevin have had to come to grips with, Shannon stated that she had prayed that God would send somepne who truly understood from that personal deep emotional place. It always amazes me that God knows what he's doing.
I've worked alot
Mom & Dad came for a visit in November. We went to Edmonton for a few days and hung out at the West Edmonton Mall. Now we can say.........."bin there, done that". We alos spent some time with Donna & Don Bladen, as they are now stationed at Edmonton Temple. Hard to believe that they were in my very first teen bible study class!
I got all my Christmas shopping done early 'cause Mom & Dad were taking our gifts for our kids back to Ontario.
I've worked alot
Bruce & I have continued to prepare for Christmas. Bruce insisted the tree went up early. The house has been decorated for a few weeks now. It will be an interesting Christmas for us. All our kids have to work this year, so they'll be in Ontario while we are here. I'll be at the shelter on Christmas Day and we'll have our Christmas with Stephen and Gayle on the 26th. It will be bitter sweet.
I went on a wirlwind trip of Portland Oregon. If you've never been there, it's worth checking out. It's a lovely city with a real charm and ambiance in it's downtown. I went with a delegation from Calgary to have a look at how the city has been dealing with the issue of homelessness. Very interesting. I have come back with alot of excellent information
Bruce has been preparing to go home for a two week visit with the kids. He flies out on Jan 1 and will be ice fishing with the boys and spending time at Jenn & Kevin's. He flies back in the 13th.
Oh Ya................did I mention I've worked alot?

I DON'T GET IT......I JUST DON"T GET IT!!!!!!!!

2007-10-08T10:12:00.000-05:00

I have always believed that it is not the church you attend that is central to who we are as Christians, but it is the relationship we maintain and foster with Jesus Christ. A "church" is a building, built with bricks and mortar, where people can meet to worship together. Even if we attend a church week in and week out, it does not mean we have that relationship with Christ. It is up to us as individuals to take that step.

So what if someone moves a distance away from that church building, or after some time of trying to "fit it" and it just ain't happenning, or someone determines that they are no longer being spiritually fed at that church as they have changed, yet the church has not, or..........etc, etc, etc. Do you stay put and become stale in your faith? Do you "stick it out" so that people don't think less of you? Do you travel for miles and miles and start to think of attending a church as a chore, and eventually get stressed because of it?

To me it's a no brainer. It is important to be somewhere where you are "fed", where you fit in, where you feel you can contribute, where you are not frazzled everytime you arrive because you've worked a 12 hour shift and had to rush half an hour to 45 minutes away to a 2 - 3 hour meeting or practice (oh ya, and you have to work a 12 hour day the next day too!). So what is the responsible thing to do, well............find a new church!

So what's got my dander up????? What don't I get????? Well, it's those people in the church who must pass judgement on others who are looking for the church where they are fed. Comments such as "my son travels the same distance as them. He's not looking for something else" WELL GOODIE FOR HIM! THIS IS NOT ABOUT HIM ANYWAYS! or "oh, something must be 'wrong' for them to be doing this", and "do they not realize what this will do to their mother." DO THEY NOT GET IT!!!! Biblically we are told to hold one another accountable, NOT to "judge others lest you be judged." As far as I'm concerned, we need to hold each other accountable and support each other when we see each other getting spiritually "burnt and stale", not judge them when they look for a solution. Maybe if people did the supporting thing rather than the "well my son....." thing, maybe people would not feel they need to look elsewhere.

Rant over..........now I feel better!

PS: Stephen, this is not a rant on Berkshire

29 Years and Counting

2007-09-01T10:55:00.000-05:00

Two weeks ago Bruce and I celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary. Last weekend we took off and booked the honeymoon suite at a resort in Revelstoke BC. That's us in the resort diningroom. It was absolutely lovely, in the mountains, on a mountain lake with beautiful gardens. The only problem was, it started to rain as soon as we arrived at the resort. That's OK though. We stopped before the resort and spent some time at the Revelstoke Dam and did some walking around the lake above it. And even though it rained, it did not pour. It was a light rain, so we were able to walk around the resort and the gardens with an umbrella (or should I say Bruce was a gentleman and let me have the umbrella while he got a little "damp"). Anyways, we did have a good time.

But the whole anniversary thing got me thinking.................what has changed, and what hasn't changed in the last 29 years. Well, here's my list:

What hasn't changed?:

Our priorites. From the day we were married, we determined that no, if's ands or buts, family was central to everything and our children would come first. Well, even though they are adults (the kids that is) that still remains true.
Our tastes in music........classic rock all the way (mind you my tastes always have been and still are a little more diverse)
Our food preferences.........we aren't very creative in that category.
His ability to make me laugh. Completely out of the blue, some dry, off the wall comment will come out of Bruce that totally cracks me up.
His ability to scare the *#@" out of me.........you know, the old jump out of a closet, or hide behind a corner trick.
The fact that just looking at him can stir emotions that aren't there for others.
Our love for getting away on a perfect vacation. So what is that perfect vacation........a rustic cottage on a beach in Northern Ontario where we can sit outside and watch the sunsets, ..........and go fishing of course.

What has changed?

I bet some of you were surprise not to see "our love" under what hasn't change. Well, actually I think that has changed. Our love for each other has grown much deeper and is a much more mature love. There is not a "need" to speak it (although we do), we simply "know" and understand through the "little things", such as the fresh cup of coffee that is waiting for me every day when I climb out of the shower (except for when he's working, and on those days, I don't have a coffee, 'cause I'm too lazy to make it myself).
My respect for him. When I look back at all the challenges Bruce has confronted, how he has stepped forward to be the "rock" for others when he could have simply thrown his hands in the air, I am in awe.
Financial constraints. Although we are by no means "well off", we no longer wonder where our next mortgage payment will come from as we did when we first got married.
Our sleep patterns.................he's no longer the night hawk, and I no longer sleep.
Our waistlines......................'nuf said!
Our hair colour.....................'nuf said! (mind you, we I do "cover" it well)
He no longer waves the sheets when he farts under the covers..............now he only lets it get trapped between the sheets so that when you get up in the morning you wonder what that funky smell is! (Ah yes, the joys of a long, comfortable realtionship)

Here are some pics of our trip to Revelstoke:

http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2088010809

Are People Totally Deaf!

2007-08-08T21:34:00.000-05:00

OK, so I'll come clean.............Bruce and I are total Canadian Idol addicts. Me, I am also a "So You Think You Can Dance" addict.........go figure, 'cuse I have 2 left feet. But I get off topic. Last night was the elimination show for Canadian Idol this week. The top 7 all sang hits from Queen. It was a pretty good show, especially the first 3 singers...............Brain M, Greg N, and Carly Rae J. They were phenominal! The rest was down hill from there.

So what happenned last night? Those top three (and they were the ones pegged for battling it out on the final show) were voted as the BOTTOM 3 by the Canadian public!!!!! I don't know if they are totally deaf or totally DAFT. Maybe they're both. Greg N, a young man with amazing charisma, stage presence, and musical talent was voted "off the island". Even Ben Mulrony, the show's host, decided to stop being politically correct and stated he thought it was wrong, wrong, wrong (I wonder how hard he'll get his hand slapped by the network).

So what are we left with?????? Well, there's the cute blond 16 year old kid from Alberta that thinks he's from southern Texas and can't sing anything without a twang and there's the 17 year old kid from Saskatchewan who has a voice but no charisma what so ever. Then there's the chick from Nfld who looks like and sounds like she's sucking on a prune every time she sings!

But all is not lost (at least not yet). Brian M is still here, Carly Rae is still here, and there's the dark horse rocker from down east. 'Twill be interesting over the coming weeks (& please God, clear the potatoes out of the Canadian public's ears so they are no longer deaf and will therefore be no longer DAFT!)

May Reflections: On Family

2007-06-29T19:50:00.000-05:00

I have been somewhat remiss is posting on my blog over the past month. No excuses, it's just a testament to the busyness of my life. It has not stopped me from reflecting on the issues and thoughts that I have closely entertained since the month of May however. This is especially true around my reflections on family.

Families can be a blessing, or they can be a curse. Families can build up the individuals that make the whole, or either intentionally or unintentionally cause hurt that fragments the whole. Families can pull together during times of stress and/or tragedy, or they can splinter. Families can support and rejoice with each other during times of joy, or they can not see the importance of doing so.

I have seen some of my own family members be disappointed and very hurt by those who are their family. There has been tears from the hurt, there has been anger over the constant disappointments and let downs, there has been righteous indignation over "how could someone who's supposed to be family do something like that...........THAT'S NOT WHAT FAMILY SHOULD DO!" I am saddened to say, there has been some deletion of phone numbers from speed dial and phone books. I also consider us fortunate, as that is NOT reflective of who WE are and what we stand for as a family.

The importance of family is at the very core of who I am. I have had excellent role models with this, in that my parents always ensured the family was central (with God as the number 1 priority). My children (which includes my in law children) and my husband are the centre of my world. My parents are my mentors. My brothers and sisters (which includes my many in law sisters and brothers) are my closest friends. I love my many nieces and nephews as if they were my own and would not hesitate to support them in any way when necessary. We are not a "huggy kissy, sit on top of each other" kind of family, but boy are we there for each other when needed.

The closeness of my family has never been so apparent than the last many months. Jennifer thinks nothing of giving her brothers a place to crash when they need it, or dishing out "sisterly advise" when needed. The boys just have to look at each other, and they burst into giggles without saying anything. As Jason put it at his wedding.........brothers forever. When I recently flew home for my Nana's funeral at the last minute, the kids all made sure I was well taken care of. When Bruce and I flew home for the wedding (yes, Ontario will always be home), Kevin & Jenn thought nothing of asking Bruce to help build a deck while we were there. They just knew it wasn't an issue, after all, that's what family's for, to help each other.

My own brothers and sisters display that same quality. As soon as everyone heard about Jason & Alyson's wedding, trips were booked. Representation from every family was present. Some of those individuals who could not make it called Jason during the reception and spoke to him via cell. That little gesture had a huge impact on both he and Aly. Between the family shower, the rehersal dinner and the wedding, different family members stepped forward to help in whatever way they could. The icing on the cake for me was when we all hooked up for breakfast the morning following the wedding. Although due to distance we don't physically see each other very often, when we are together, it's as if we all see each other daily. It's always a hoot.

I don't think I was ever as proud of my family as I was 2 weeks ago with Nana's death. All my siblings made it home (for some it was a comedy of errors, but we all made it). Dad was a rock, and might I say a "hero" under the circumstances. Mom did a very difficult and brave thing by staying with Nana full time to ensure her wishes were fulfilled. Dad put out to everyone that Nana wanted a band to play at her funeral. 14 grandchildren and great grandchildren showed up with instruments. 2 of her grandsons and 3 great grandsons took their instruments to the internment to play. I could go on and on.

Needless to say, the more that time goes on, the more I realize how fortunate that I am. My children who are married have each married into families where family is key. I truly am blessed, as I have a family that has always been, is still, and will always be supportive of each other. In a world that has become increasingly more global, increasingly more self centred, and in a North American culture that does not promote extended family closeness and support, we are becoming a rarity.

Here's some of my recent family pictures since July (oh ya, I cheated a bit, I have some of Cathy's in here as well)

http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2090891995

May Reflections: On Goodbyes

2007-06-26T20:26:00.000-05:00

As I drove to work the morning we were leaving for Toronto (I worked 1/2 a day), I got the call from Dad letting me know that my Nana had been diagnosed with lung cancer and the prognosis was that we would have about 6 more months with her, if that. It was not a call I ever expected to get. Nana is 91 years old. She almost seemed invincible, however I expected to get a call at some point to say that she had passed away quietly in her sleep of old age, not that she would have to suffer due to cancer in her final days. I was surprised by my reaction to the news, as it was quite strong. I had to pull over to the side of the road for a minute to get over the shock.

I would not say that I am, or ever was overly close to my Nana. There has always been a bit of a distance there, not just geographically, but for many reasons, especially as an adult, I have kept myself at a bit of a distance from her emotionally as well. I believe that that comes out of my nature to be very protective of those I love most and feel closest to. I do however love my Nana dearly and have great respect for her and recognize that she has not always had an easy life. As such, I have always ensured that I have kept contact with her and that my children had a love and respect for her as a great grandmother as well.

As we were going "home" for Jason & Alyson's wedding, Bruce & I took a day to drive north to spend a day with Nana. We had a wonderful visit. Nana was dressed to the hilt in her red suit and dressy blouse. Although she has become physically frail, she was bright and coherent. We went for a walk around the neighbourhood. We spent some time talking about some of her memories of her own childhood, as well as some of her memories of me, my brothers and sisters as children. Nana shared some family history stuff with me that I never knew before. She made connections for me where some gaps once were. She continually asked about her great grand children, Jennifer, James, & Jason and what they were doing. She kept saying how proud she was that all three of them had completed university. She also kept grabbing my hand saying that she was so glad we came, "I though when you moved, I'd never see you again. I prayed I would, and it happened." Amazing that God knows exactly what we need.

Nana was very open in her talk about death. She continually said, "I never thought it would happen this way, but you have to deal with what you get." She talked about being able to see her mom and dad when she goes to "glory". She also become somewhat melancholy at one point as she talked about the way she wanted to die, not in a hospital, but at home, in her space, where she was comfortable. She didn't know if that would happen, "after all who would take care of me." I assured her that mom and dad would do everything in their power to make her wishes happen. I never did tell mom and dad about that conversation, I just had complete trust and faith that they would "step up to the bat" as it were. Mom and dad have moved north now for as long as they need to. Nana is at home, set up in her own living room, being well cared for.

I realize that I have many of the same qualities and characteristics as my Nana. Nana has always had a green thumb and loved to garden. I learned from our visit that for her it was therapeutic as it was a stress reliever. Me too. Although some people in her own life have not always been as supportive of her as to what they could be, she continually wants to see them in a positive light. I am that way with people in my life as well. To Nana, her family is key. Me too. Nana sees northern Ontario (Muskoka and north) as being "God's country", and would never have considered living anywhere else. Bruce & I love that area so much, that our plan is to retire there if possible. Nana loves her Swiss Chalet..............ME TOO!

As we left Nana, she insisted I make some promises to her. As she was not well enough to make the trip to Jason & Alyson's wedding, she made me promise that she would see pictures from it. Dad has made sure that promise was kept. She made me promise that my kids would get up to see her so she could say goodbye. They all went to visit the week after Jason got back from his honeymoon. Another promise kept. She also asked me again if mom and dad really would do what they can to allow her to die at home. Yes Nana, they will, and they have.

If I had all the years to do over again, I would have let my guard down so that we could have been closer. That was my issue, not hers. I am glad that Bruce & I took the time to go north to spend time with her. I got to know more about her than I had permitted myself to do in the past. She is a survivor, and in many ways an aspiration.

As we said goodbye, both Nana & I looked at each other and said "goodbye for now". She said "I'll see you again, maybe not here, but in Glory." She's right. I love you, I'll see you in Glory Nana!

Bruce & Nana on our walk

Me and Nana

Wedding Pictures Are In

2007-06-21T21:39:00.000-05:00

The site is back up!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have uploaded my picture from the wedding (Finally!). Have a booo

http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2090899506

May Reflections: On New Beginnings

2007-06-16T13:49:00.000-05:00

No matter how hard you try to hold back time, no matter how much you wish things would stay the same, life marches on. It would seem that the older we get, the faster life goes. New doors continually open, and new opportunities present themselves for new beginnings. We have choices to make when the doors open. We have choices to make when new opportunities present themselves. Do we play it safe and keep things status quo? Do we take a risk and jump in head first? Do we take the middle road and bide our time to see what will happen, then make the choice? Ultimately, the new beginnings are always present.

Jason and Alyson have moved forward and taken great risks over the past several months. There was the decision for Alyson as to what universities to apply to for Teacher's College and which one to attend once accepted, although it would mean having to move to another city, possibly without Jason for a while. Jason when presented with the opportunity to run a painting business for the summer instead of painting for someone else jumped at it, although it means many extra responsibilities and many extra hours, with very little free time. Jason has accepted the challenge of going off on a mission to Afghanistan some time next winter, ..............'nuf said. To top it all off, there was the biggest decision of all................to get married. WOW, talk about taking risks and new beginnings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some have cautioned they are awfully young to be making such life altering decisions (they are each 22). I say that they are very mature, focused young adults who have shown over and over again that they have their head on straight, who know the direction they wish their lives to go, that they completely understand the ramifications of their decisions, and when they are unsure, they wisely seek the council of trusted mentors. This was never more clear on the day they were married when Jason and Alyson made it very clear to everyone that the day was all about celebrating their future together, not celebrating the day itself.

So the month of May openned many doors for Jason & Alyson. They thought things through and have not been afraid to step forward to take the risks. They have ensured they have mentors around them to guide them when necessary. They have embraced the opportunities for new beginnings with gusto. What a wonderful way to begin a life together.

NOTE: The internet site I use to upload pictures in an album has been down for a bit, so here are a few more pictures from the wedding. I'll post the album when things are running again.

Prayer for guidance

The Coutch Family

The Young Family

The Wedding Party

The day just wouldn't have been the same without a fishing picture

Dancing the night away

May Reflections and Retrospect

2007-06-03T14:14:00.000-05:00

I can't believe the month of May has come and gone. It flew by! It was a month of great happiness and exhilaration, yet also a month of sadness, and might I say some disappointment. There is much to reflect on..............to much to deal with in one blog alone. So, for the next several blogs, I will take the lead of my brother, and break it down into manageable chunks.

I will start with addressing the photo challenge for the month of May...........ya, ya..........I know I'm a little late, but give me a break, I've had a busy month! What follows are my favorite photos around the theme "Family" that I took over the month of May. There are several:

I love this one. James took time away from wedding photos to play by the river with his younger cousins

Jenn posted a picture showing you don't have to be family by DNA to be family. This is Liz, my dearest friend since we were 10 years old............that's almost 39 years (you do the math). Although I have wonderful sisters by birth who are wonderful friends, Liz is my sister by choice.

I call this one "All My Children". I am not only very blessed to have 3 amazing children that I raised, love dearly and am exteremely proud of, I am also blessed to have two wonderful, caring in law children whom I cherish and love as if they were my own.

Nathan can't get enough of his "big boy" cousins

"Like father, like son" Bruce & James walking through High Park together

My Holy Place

2007-04-22T19:31:00.000-05:00

This past week I spent some time at my Holy Place. It is the place where I was bullied as a child, yet I always felt safe there. It's the place where I had my first smoke, my first drink and experimented with other "things" for the first time, yet I always felt safe there. It's the place where I realized, I can try to run from God, but I can never hide. It's the place where I finally decided to stop running and turned around to come face to face with my God. I realized that He has always protected me, always been there to ensure that although I came close to the edge at times, I did not fall off. I realized there was no reason to run, that as stubborn and independant as I am, He is there to work with me, not to push me into things I do not want to do or am not ready for. On the contrary, it was in this Holy Place that I came to terms with God wanting me to use my skills and life experiences to work with Him.

That place is Jackson's Point. As soon as I stepped out of the car on Monday, I felt the weight of the world slide off my shoulders, and again I had that sense of safety and peace that I have so accutely felt there for as long as I can remember. I was there for 3 days for a conference. It was a very intense 3 days, as the subject material was disturbing (Human Trafficking for the Purposes of Sexual Exploitation). Yet in that Holy Place, God worked as we discussed the strategies the Salvation Army is taking Internationally, Nationally, and within each of our Divisions.

I went for a walk during lunch time on the second day to clear my head a little. It was wonderful, as God revealed his mighty power, yet his loving gentleness at the same time. I miss that Holy Place. I have yet to find someplace here in Alberta where I can feel that same sense of peace, safety and holiness. But God knows all our needs. There is such a place here for me, and He will help me find it.

Evidence of God's power. The rockbed docks have been crushed like toothpicks by the winter ice on the lake.

Evidence of God's loving gentleness. The growth of new plants at the edge of the recently thawed creek.

A spot at my Holy Place

He Ain't No Baby No More

2007-04-08T20:23:00.000-05:00

Well, our youngest turns 22 today. Our baby is all grown up. I have posted on Jason recently about the kind of man he has become, so let me now tell you how he has always made us laugh.

Jason has always taken great joy in life. From the time he was old enough to laugh, he hasn't stopped. His laughter has always filled the house. He and I would stand in front of the mirror together when he was a toddler and he would watch himself and laugh as he gave me raspberries on my cheek. Once he started talking, he never stopped. By the time he was 4 years old, we had a signal for him. All we would say is "Jason, do me a favour" and he would say "I know, be quiet for a minute........wight" Thirty seconds later, a little voice would say "Is it a minute yet?" How could you not laugh!

Jason has always liked his food. He was to polite to ask if he could have something though, he always found a "different" way to ask, such as walking into Auntie Cathy's house and announcing; "I'm a HUNGRY guy!" He liked going to Auntie Cathy's house, 'cause that line always got him treats. How could you not laugh!

Jason has always seen the funny side in things. I would hear him and James laughing and banging down in basement when they were little. When I would call down and ask what was going on, the perverbial and shy "nothing" would come my way. Many years later, the truth came out, they were putting each other in blankets and banging each other off the posts, calling the game "bumper cars". To them, it was funny when they got bumps or bruises from it. Then there was the Rodeo on TV. Jason would role on the floor he would laugh so hard as he saw the cowboys flying through the air as they were thrown from the bulls and bucking horses. Bruce used to put it on TV when Jason was home just so he could laugh at Jason laughing. How could you not laugh!

Then there was the time when Jason at age 15 was off on his first Canadian Staff Band trip. Even after being reminded to pack what he needed the night before, and to ensure he had his alarm set (is was to be a very early start the next morning), Jason forgot to do both. Needless to say, when his ride was finally able to rouse us (I believe at 6:00 AM), Jason had to quickly scramble to grab his things and get out the door......................"Do you have everything you need, clean changes of clothes, all your toilettries"....................."Yes mom, don't worry, I have everything, I'm OK." Jump forward 2 nights upon Jason's return. It seems that Jason had earned a new nickname.............."Crack Pants". You see, right before the big Sunday afternoon concert, the "guys" were all playing hacky sack. Jason went to kick the hacky sack, kicked to high, and tore the whole crotch out of his pants. That would be ambarrasing enough, but the Kicker (no pun intended) was that he didn't have everything he needed when he left the house..................he had forgotten all his underwear. So as my fun loving son stated, he was "hanging free" as he quickly looked for another pair of pants to wear.

I could go on and on, there are so many stories, and many I am still only finding out about from others. So my fun loving son, know that you have always brightened our lives. You can make the gloomiest day bright. We are very proud of the man you are and all you stand for. You are a blessing. Happy Birthday!

The Three Amigos

Fishing with Dad

Music Camp Honour Student

Two of the Valleyhood Crew on Prom Night

Jason and Alyson

48th Highlander. We are proud of you. Happy Birthday Son!

Teacher to Be

2007-04-04T21:20:00.000-05:00

This is Alyson, our daughter-in-law, well at least she will be in about 6 weeks. She is sweet, caring, sensitive, independent, very bright and gifted. She is a psychology major and graduates with her degree in June. Psychology.............what a wonderful thing to want to specialize in (not that I'm biased or anything). She is also very good for our son. She is an encourager and is supportive and very proud of him. She has played a key role in the wonderful man he has become.

Today Alyson emailed me with some great news. She has been accepted into Teachers College at the University of Western Ontario for next fall. Western has one the highest quality teachers programs, so it will bode her well in the future. As well, in the province of Ontario, there were over 16,000 applications to Teachers College this year, with only about 5000 spots availbale. I know people in the past who had decent marks who have applied 2 to 3 years in a row before they were accepted. Alyson has been accepted her first year applying.

So Alyson, from Mom & Dad Young.....................WAY TO GO! We are VERY proud of you! You are going to make one AMAZING teacher!

The Dull Drums of Work

2007-03-19T21:08:00.000-05:00

As anyone can attest, any type of work can be stressful. The line of work that I am in can be exceptionally stressful. The last two months have been more so than normal. I think I can say in all objectivity however, although it is stressful, I don't "stress out" over work very often. There are other, more mundane things in my life that stress me out, however that is a story for another blog some time in the near future.

At work, I am a firm believer in "comedy breaks" to relieve the stress, not just for myself, but for everyone that works with and around me. It just seems to lift everyone's mood, and we can all then go back to what we were doing with a "new perspective". One of the greatest compliments I have been given of late is "Joanne, I don't like it when you're away. Things aren't the same, it's too quiet and stressful." I guess my strategy works!

So, you've heard about the flying monkey, the multi coloured hairy balls, etc. So without further adieu, the much promised pictures, so everyone can see what it is all about.

Laurie, one of our Executive Assistants holding "Mookie" the Flying Monkey (yes, we can actually make him fly)

Me wearing some of my multi coloured hairy balls.

The REAL me! Queen of Everything at the Office (I even have a mug that says so!)

The "Chicken Lady" costume. There's even a "Chicken Lady" walk and "Chicken Lady" voice that goes along with it.

The Irish Queen "Chicken Lady" with her multi coloured hairy balls and flying chicken (yes Dad, that's Donna Goulding in the picture beside me).

This is "Chuckie". He hangs from the ceiling at my office door and greets people as they enter. I think Chuckie is evil though. Little things have begun to "happen" around the office. Somehow, even my flying chicken got decapitated and is hanging from Chuckie's swing......................Hmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Just to prove to you that I actually do get some work done sometimes.

Quarter of a Century

2007-03-07T19:34:00.000-06:00

It's hard to believe that James, our oldest son, is 25 years old today. A quarter century! (That's him with his Dad and big sister). When I was 6 months preganat with him I went into premature labour. We fought to ensure he was full term. I quit work and spent 3 months not doing very much. Well, we did it, after a full 1/2 hour at the hospital with very little labour, he was born full term, a big honkin' 9 lb, 1 oz baby boy (sorry ladies, I guess I'm lucky with labour & delivery).

James and I had a unique relationship right from the day he was born. My sisters would tell me how fussy he was when they had him. He wasn't that way for me. Then there was the time when he was about a month old where I left him with mom to go down to the church for a couple of hours. As I left the house, I said goodbye. He began to fuss, and according to mom, he fussed the whole time I was out. As I came in the door I heard him. All I did was call out "where's my baby boy" and he stopped.

James has always been my restless one. He has never wanted to be still. By the time he was 9 months old, he was not only walking, but he was running (James 9 months old in picture to the left). He has always loved to laugh and his giggle has always been infectious. Even now when he and his younger brother get together, all they have to do is look at each other, and the giggling starts. It's great.

James has always been impulsive, mischeivous, yet honest. When he was 6 years old, I was horrified to see water seeping through the ceiling in the livingroom from the upstairs bathroom. When I ran upstairs, I found James trying to mop up water on the floor. He admitted that yes, he had seen the extra role of toilet paper sitting out, but that he had wanted to see what would happen if he tried to flush the whole role instead of just bits and pieces. I laugh now, but wasn't to happy then.

James has also always been very sensitive. As a result, there have been numerous times in his life where he has been "wounded" by others. It was at these times where that unique mother son realtionship came to the fore. No words were necessary, yet the hurt was felt.

It is those experiences that have made James the magnificant young man he has become. Although still my happy wanderer (he is currently teaching english in Korea, it's been 1 year since I have seen him), he has a deep sense of social responsibility and is a man of great integrity. He has worked many summers at summer camps with kids from disenfranchised and impoverished inner city families, has worked with street youth and felt it was important that each and every one knew he saw them as a valued person.

James is intelligent and will not accept a philispohical or theological point of view simply because he is told he should. He questions, seeks answers and finds out truly why he should accept it or reject it. As a result, his personal beliefs are truly at the core of his very being. Each and every time I see him go through this process, I am put to shame as I can see that I can be complacent with my own beliefs.

James, I truly am blessed to have you as my son and a friend, and whether you know it or not, as one of my mentors. You are deeply loved. We can't wait 'til you are home again! HAPPY 25TH!

James age 4 with his older sister and little brother

Age 6 Halloween

Something he was very good at and loved doing.........PLAYING HOCKEY. Oh, the many verrrrrrrrry early mornings sitting in verrrrrrrrrrrrry cold rinks.

High School Prom Age 18

James, Jason & I in Banff

"JIM" teacher with other teachers in Korea

I miss you James!!!!!

Why God Made Moms

2007-02-06T14:29:00.000-06:00

This is my mom. Hard to believe that she is 70. Looks pretty good for her age! When I was a kid, I always looked at her and compared her to ther moms. I though we had lucked out, after all she was small, "skinny" and kinda pretty. I remember Miss Brownjohn, my garde 2 taecher asking me why I thought my mom was the "best" mom. My answer, "cause she likes to have lots of babies". I also remember coming home from school right around that age, looking at mom and asking her if she was having another baby, 'cause her belly was getting big again. Ooops, not a good thing to say to a woman who is NOT pregnant. Anyways, these memories came flooding back when I was reading the following. Enjoy!

BRILLIANT Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions!!

Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.

How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He Just used bigger parts.

What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.

Why did God give you Your mother & not some other mom?
1. We're related
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.

What kind of little girl was your mom?
1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.

What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?

Why did your mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.

Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.

What's the difference between moms & dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home & dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.

What does your mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

What would it take to make your mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.

If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.

So the question then becomes, what funny things did your kids say about you when they were little or what do you remeber saying about your own mom?

The "CALL"

2007-01-22T21:25:00.000-06:00

This is my youngest, my "baby" Jason with his wonderful fiance. He is a full time student at the University of Toronto and graduates this spring. As he was growing up, his teachers labelled him the class "peacemaker" or class "mediator". Although very "popular", he has always been known to stick up for and intervene on behalf of the underdog. Some telling incidents of the man he would become include the time at camp (Jason was 13) when one boy in the cabin was being austricized by the others. Jason stepped forward and took the other boy under his wing and befriended him even after being told by his friends he would no longer be welcome to hang out with them if he did (these were "friends" he had year round). It's interesting that some of these same friends talk about the courage Jason had in taking the stand he did. Then there was the time in high school where Jason saw a younger, smaller boy being bullied in the cafeteria. Jason got up from his spot, walked over and intervened. The boy being bullied was not bothered again. He has become a man of great integrity and principle and we are very proud of him.

When he was 16, Jason began talking about joining the military reserves, but as his mother I was able to have some say as to if that should happen at that time. Whew.......I was able to keep him safe for a bit. When he was 20 however, it was a different story. As a mature, responsible young man who has always made wise decisions, Jason decided it was time to follow through with joining the reserves. His first round of training was last summer. He excelled, graduating 2nd in his class, and was given extra responsibilities in leadership. He was also greatly respected by the others for the moral and ethical stand he took. He has continued on with further training and courses on the weekends.

Since he joined the reserves, I have fretted and worried about the chances of him being called up to active duty in Afghanistan.......................Well that "CALL" came. Jason phoned me on Saturday to tell me his name is on a list of reservists to do further training starting next September and that he will be shipping out to Afghanistan for 6 months after that. I think that he was not surprised by my reaction on the one hand, yet was surprised on the other. I was not happy and I was and am frightened to death with what he was telling me, what mother wouldn't be! I did not however cry, or yell or try to find ways he could try to get out of it. He is a man now who is about to be married and move forward with his life. He is the one who needs to work through this with Alyson's support. As I stated, he is a man of great integrity and principle, and that is something I would never ask that he comprimise.

I am glad that Jason did not wait to tell me this news. It's going to take me alot of time to come to grips with it. I have always felt that if something were to ever happen to my husband Bruce, I would be devestated, but I would survive. My children on the other hand, I don't think I could survive if anything were to happen to one of the three of them. I will pray daily for wisdom and discernment for Jason as he begins this venture. I will pray daily that God give him patience and courage to deal with all he will be confronted with. I will pray daily for he and Alyson as they begin their marriage amidst some trying circumstances. I will continually thank God for the kind of man he has become. I will pray ongoing that God will keep him safe.

I Think I've Got It!

2007-01-07T16:54:00.000-06:00

OK, so I think I have it figured out. I've got my pictures downloaded into an image station album. Click on the link below. Let me know if it works.

http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2097289190

PS: here's a preview

Farewell to a Much Loved Nephew

2007-01-03T20:56:00.000-06:00

This is Oreo. He is my 12 year old fur-nephew. He is the dog of my sister-in-law and brother-in-law, Wanda and Kevin. Although I had seen pictures of Oreo many times, I met him for the first time when I moved to Calgary in July 2005. We formed an immediate bond.

Oreo was an amazingly intelligent dog with an incredible amount of personality. I don't think I have every met a dog as intelligent as him. He had a way of being able to let you know exactly what he wanted. He knew exactly what cupboard the dog treats were in and what shelf they were on. If he wanted one, he would take his nose and continuously nudge your arm until you got out of your seat, followed him to the cupboard, then he would sit and point his paw until you opened the cupboard and gave him exactly what he wanted. Every night at exactly 9:30, he would begin walking between Kevin and the stairs leading to the bedrooms until Kevin would say "time for bed", at which point Oreo would would run up the stairs to the bedroom. He loved his "toys" and had favorite ones that no one else was allowed to touch. Those were the ones he hid. I lived with Kevin and Wanda for 3 months when I moved to Calgary. Oreo became my friend and my protector. When my own brother Stephen arrived at the house for a visit, Oreo barked, positioned himself between Stephen and I and refused to move until I assured him it was OK, I was safe.

When Bruce and I moved into our house, Oreo became a regular visitor with Wanda and Kevin. Bruce became the "treat man" and Oreo knew exactly where to go and how to let Bruce know he wanted a treat. On December 22, Kevin, Wanda, Robyn, Danielle (the girls were home from Nfld for Christmas) and Oreo came over for Christmas dinner. Oreo seemed restless after he arrived. He kept wandering the house and going back and forth between the garage door and the deck door. After a few minutes we realized what he was looking for..........BRUCE. Bruce was out on a bus run. When Bruce arrived home later, Oreo was right there at the door waiting for him, excited, with his whole back end moving back and forth his tail was wagging so hard. A little while later, I said it was time to open presents. Oreo went running straight to the tree and positioned himself so that he could get his. When he opened his new toy, he immediately took it and wouldn't let anyone else near it. He was hilarious!

Oreo has been sick off and on for several months now. Tonight I stopped by the house on my way home from work to say goodbye to the girls, as they are flying back to Nfld tonight. Oreo as usual met me at the door, excited to see me. He did not appear to be himself however. Wanda very quickly explained that he had been very ill again, that they had been up all night with him as he was having trouble breathing. They had taken him to the vet today, and the x-rays showed a mass pressing up against his heart somehow, and his lung had filled with fluid. It was difficult to tell exactly what was up, however it was critical. After some discussion with the vet, they had brought Oreo home and the decision was made that it was time to let him go. Although it was a difficult and emotional decision, it was also a compassionate and courageous decision that the family made. We spent the next hour just "hanging" with Oreo and saying goodbye. Kevin and Wanda's friends from next door also came to say goodbye. At 7:00, I said my final farewell, and Kevin, Wanda, Robyn, Danielle and Oreo climbed into the truck together.

Although I will not see Oreo again, I will cherish his memory. Goodbye Oreo, you were greatly loved. You will be missed.

Darn, It's Over!

2007-01-01T17:52:00.000-06:00

So, I've been to Ontario and back. Christmas holidays just flew by. Bruce ended up getting home part way through the evening Christmas Eve and didn't have to go back into work until early boxing day. That was totally unexpected. We sat down in front of the TV with some goodies and watched Scrooge, one of our Christmas traditions. I was sick as a dog though, as I came down with a sinus infection. We skipped Wanda's Christmas Eve party and going to Stephen and Gayle's for brunch Christmas morning because I didn't want to make anyone else sick. We did go to Stephen and Gayle's for a very short visit on the way to the airport so that we could give the kids their gifts.

I tanked myself up on medication before I got on the plane (ya, I know, I wasn't willing to make my family sick, but still got on a plane with about 100 or so other people). There was this one kid who screamed (not whined, SCREAMED) the whole flight, 3 hours worth! It was like having 50 people drag their finger nails down a blackboard. About 45 minutes before we landed, the kid across the isle from the first kid started too (turns out they were cousins or something). GREAT dualling screamers! The flight attendants started taking bets with each other as to which one could scream the loudest. When I was booking my seat, I thought of switching it to closer to the front of the plan. Boy was I glad I didn't, at least I had some space between myself and the screamers. I felt bad for the people sitting around them.

Anyways, Jenn and Kevin picked me up from the airport. Jason was back at the house. When we got to their house I emptied all the gifts from my suitcase and put them under the tree. Jenn insisted everyone get into their PJ's. We had our Christmas morning at 10:30 Christmas night. Jason got his tool box and all his tools, Jenn got a hand carved girafe from Zimbabwe and some clothes, while Kevin got an electronic Sodoku game, some golf shirts and a golf gift card. The kids and Bruce all went together and bought me a very good (8 MP) digital camera, along with an extra memory card. It's great what I can do with it. I took tons of pictures and some videos while I was in Ontario. When I get it figured out how I can post them all, I will.

Tuesday we went to Mom and Dad's for the annual boxing day family doooo. It was great. I really missed it last year. As you may have already read, we initiated Alyson with a game of spoons. We tried scaring her by telling her we were going to play "forks", but it didn't work. She said she was disappointed we weren't going to play "knives". The younger kids had a blast. They especially liked it that they got what they termed "war wounds" and that they were able to wrestle spoons away from the adults.

On Wednesday, Alyson came over and openned her gifts from us. We made her sit in the middle of the room with all of the rest of us around her gawking at her. We then played a game of Phase 10, where everyone ganged up on her for a bit (we stopped when we realized Jenn was running away with the game). Thursday, Kevin got Jenn and I into a movie for free. A piece of advise........if you have to pay for it, don't go see the movie "The Holiday". A huge piece of fluff with lousy acting.

Friday, Jenn and I hooked up with Liz. I haven't seen her since I moved to Calgary. It's amazing how when a friendship is as solid, and as deep as the one Liz and I have, we may have gaps in time when we don't see each other, yet when we do, it's as if we had been together just the day before. We've been friends since we were 12 years old, so for 35 years now. She has been one of the staples of my life and I really do miss not being able just to drive up to her place or being able to meet her for dinner somewhere. Man, time flies!

Saturday, it was girls night out with my sisters and Deb (a friend we have come to know through Barb). What a blast. I think when we showed up at the scrapbooking store in Whitby 5 minutes before it closed, the girl working there almost "pooped" her pants. We didn't stay long though. I think the people at the restaurant thought we were nuts too, as we danced in our seats, ran around taking pictures of upside down Christmas trees and tried to attract the attention of our waitor (for Deb's sake of course). Of course, when we got back to Jenn's place, the aunts had to raid Mr. Stinky's, I mean Jason's room for a bit.

Sunday Kevin & I went to church at Scarborough (Jenn was working), then went back to his parent's (Ruby and Leslie) place for lunch. I've said it before and I will say it again, Jenn is so blessed to have Ruby and Leslie as in-laws. They love her as if she were their own. Ruby put lunch (roast beef dinner, complete with Yorkshires) together for Jenn and one of her coworkers and Kevin took them to her. Jason came over towards the end of dinner (he had been in Cambridge with Alyson's family). Ruby spoiled him, just as she does Jenn.

Ater that, it was time for me to fly back home. It was a great visit with only one negative, James and Bruce weren't there. I have come to accept however that now the kids are all adults, we can't be together for everything all the time, but when we are together it's great! It's a sign of a strong, healthy family when we can be apart at times when we are usually together and we can long to have each other there yet be comfortable in the fact that they are mature, responsible, strong people and are OK.

So there you go, my blow by blow of my time in Ontario. My trip home was much more uneventful as compared to the flight out. Bruce was out on a run when I got in and does not get back until late tonight, so I still haven't seen him yet. So much to share with him as well.

PS: So I played with my camera all day. I know I am a little late for this round of the photo challenge, but here is what I have come up with.

My gold & silver music tree. Most of this will be gone next year as the majority of the ornaments belong to Jason.

Our fireplace

OK, I'm Ready Too!!!!!

2006-12-18T18:27:00.000-06:00

So, I like my sister Barb am now also ready for Christmas. I took the weekend and did absolutely no work (first time in months..........it was great!) I spent the weekend baking. At first I wasn't going to bake, after all the kids aren't here. Then I thought (yes, I do think sometimes), WELL GEE NOW (inside family joke), traditions don't need to stop just because the kids aren't here. I therefore made a list of squares and cookies that can be easily packed in a bag lunch, so Bruce can take some on the road with him when he gets called out on bus runs over the holidays (we anticipate he will be gone alot). The house smelled good, "like Christmas".

All the gifts are bought and wrapped, even those for my fur neice and fur nephew. I have sent James' "tradition" to him in Korea (I won't say what it is, 'cause if it hasn't arrived yet, I'll ruin his surprise). As all my kids read my blog, I won't tell you what I got them, but I will say that this year was hard to buy for them. I am going home to see them, so I had to make sure everything I got could be packed in my suitcase.

Christmas Eve, I'll drop in to see Kevin & Wanda and the girls. We plan on having them over on the weekend, but we are trying to coordinate that with Bruce's schedule. Christmas Day I'll get up and open gifts with Bruce (if he's not out on a run). We'll drop over to Stephen and Gayle's for a bit to spend some time with them and the kids, then I hop on my plane home!!!!!!!! I am so excited to be spending the holidays with the kids, being able to go to my traditional family Christmas on Boxing Day, hanging out with my sisters for a bit and being able to hook up with Liz for dinner. The two bitter sweet things are that James will be in Korea, and Bruce will be in Calgary.

So, I'm ready, my mind is already there. I'll see everyone or talk to you over the holidays.

How Time Flies!

2006-12-11T22:23:00.000-06:00

I spent today thinking alot about the past 28 years. Why you ask.............well our baby girl turns 28 today. It seems like yesterday. I woke up at 5:00 am on Dec 11, 1978 and told Bruce "I think I'm in labour" I said "I think" because I only had a bit of a back ache, but due to other "signs" I thought we should mosey on down to the hospital. We arrived just before 6:00 and within the hour, our beautiful, perfect little girl, Jennifer Joanne was born (ya, I know, I make some women sick).

I was fortunate that I grew up in a home where there was always babies around, so even though I was so young, I was very comfortable with being a mom. That being said, Jenn was an easy baby. The first night we were home from the hospital, she slept through the night. I finished nursing her just before midnight, and the next thing I knew it was 6:30 AM. I was petrified, I thought something was wrong. That was just the way she was. She liked her sleep at night (and still does).

From the time she was born, Jenn was bright, and always happy. She was creative and always found ways to entertain herself, her little brothers and her friends. I remember how she would line all her dolls and stuffed animals up on the stairs (and her little brothers when she could get them to sit still), then preach to them, only she would preach to them on how to take care of themselves (interesting that she became a nurse). In looking through some pictures of her today, I don't think a came across one where she wasn't smiling or laughing.

What I am amazed with is the wonderful, compassionate, self assured women Jenn has become. She is loved by anyone who comes in contact with her. She has an amazing sense of humour that can put anyone at ease. She gives of herself to family, friends, and her patients, over and over and over again. That all being said, she is no push over. She will stand her ground on issues that are of the utmost importance to her. Don't try to debate a point with her, 'cause you'll lose. When she has been hurt or needs to deal with a difficult situation, she will always take the high road and will hold her head high. As most of you know, she and Kevin will be adopting children. Although there was some tears in arriving at their decision, I am humbled by the way she (they) drew upon her faith, quickly accepted the situation and embraced the fact that God has a plan for them in this. A true sign of a very grounded woman, of whom I am very proud.

So Jenn, I wish you the most wonderful birthday. I truly am blessed to have you as my daughter and friend. I love you.

Beach Baby

With Little Brothers 1985

With now NOT so Little Brothers 2003

Doing the PP Dance

Father & Daughter

Jenn & Kevin

Jenn & I then (gotta love the hair!)

Jenn & I Now

Rant on Boxes and Fingers and Mirrors

2006-10-24T20:57:00.000-05:00

OK, so I need to rant. I know I've ranted before about people who only see the glass as half empty and are negative all the time, but what is even worse is when those same people cannot think outside the tiny little BOX they have made for themselves, and are always pointing FINGERS at others to blame when things do not fit into that BOX. What drives me even more crazy is when people try to fit others into that tiny little BOX. We in western society are really good at that. What right do we have to tell or think that a community or an individual from another culture is not "up to par" because they don't do things the way we do. HELLO.........if we moved to their country, would you change everything just because we are there. Of course not! There are parts of ourselves and our identity that we would always maintain. Does that make us any less than we are? Then why do we try to BOX others in? Why do we point at them with our FINGERS and say "YOU must change everything to fit our BOX."

Then there are those who cannot think outside the BOX in how to do things (even worse when they are the same glass half empty, change other people to fit in my BOX people). You can try to empower people all you want, but when they can only view it from their small little, narrow little BOX, no amount of support seems to be enough. What's really interesting is that some people like this talk alot to others about how they get no support, yet when support is offered they turn it down. When they are empowered to start something new, and when it does not fly 100% or exactly the way they want it the very first time they try, they drop it or quit (I ask you, when does something ever work perfectly the first time you try?). Needless to say, when things do not work, and the BOX falls apart, the FINGERS begin to point, but outward, because it is everyone elses fault the tiny, narrow BOX doesn't work anymore.

We need to take a MIRROR and hold it in front of us when we point FINGERS. The FINGER will point directly back at us. We need to ensure we look at ourselves and our role in whatever situation first. I have said it before, and I will say it again, I am in no way perfect. I am the first one to look at my role in a situation, HOWEVER..................I will not allow people who cannot think outside the BOX, will not accept and supports or efforts to empower them and point FINGERS when things don't fit the way they want to lay blame on others when they can't look at themselves first. Come on people, get out the MIRROR, stand in front of it and point your finger............then we'll talk!

Ah, now that rant is done, I feel better!

The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round......

2006-10-22T10:21:00.000-05:00

Life has been quite busy the last couple of weeks (so what else is new!). I have the first draft of my research study due to my prof this week, and a report evaluating all 16 of the TSA Calgary social programs due for the Board of Directors early next week. All work and no play is making Joanne go snaky!

That all being said, last weekend I took a day and didn't touch my research or work reports. We picked Nathan up on Saturday morning and took him to lunch, out to visit the Lanchaster Bomber Museum in Nanton (pictures to come when I get the film processed), and then he and Bruce hunkered down to watch the Toronto Maple Laefs vs the Calgary Flames. It was a hoot. Nathan and Bruce decided that the town of Nanton was a "dump", except for the museum. All day, they referred to going to the Alberta Dump. Nathan loved climbing in the airplanes and seeing the other paraphanalia. When we got home, Bruce gave him a pair of Spoak ears we had picked up for him in Vulcan. Nathan loved them. The best part though was watching the two of them as they cheered and watched the hockey game. Nathan is still a Leafs fan and was thrilled when Toronto won. On our way to church the next day, Bruce and Nathan schemed as to how Nathan could walk into church with his Spoak ears hiding under his hood, then take it off at an opportune time for maximum effect. Needless to say, we had a great time.

So what's with the bus you ask? Well, tomorrow Bruce starts training to be a "Greyhound Coach Operator". After 28 years in one job, the first resume he sent out got him an interview. He got a call back after the interview to go for the physical/medical tests, and 4 days later he got the call to say he starts training this Monday. For the first time in over 28 years, Bruce has to wear a shirt and tie to work. We went out yesterday to spend some cash on him (which he will raraely do), and got him some good shoes and a new dress shirt. Once he finishes training, he will drive routes all over Alberta, from the southern boarder, to Edmonton, over to part way through the mountains in BC and to Regina in the east. He is quite pleased, as he enjoys driving, and he'll be able to see more of the province. There will be many afternoons and nights where he will be called in to do a run, which means I can work late and not feel guilty that he sitting at home alone. So, the move to Calgary has meant a positive move forward in my career, and a positive change in career direction for Bruce. God really does know what he is doing!

Follow the Link

2006-10-21T10:33:00.000-05:00

Hey everyone..........make sure you go to Alyson's blog and follow the link. HILAREOUS

Givingthanks

2006-10-04T20:17:00.000-05:00

I am taking my lead from Wanda, and have started to think about the things I am thankful for over the past year. So here we go:

I have not contributed the the road kill count in Alberta this past year.
There has been no initiation ceremony here in Alberta whereby I have had to eat prairie oysters or collect boar semen.
Mom and Dad "did it" at least 5 times, giving me wonderful siblings.
Furneice and Furnephew
Real neices and real nephews
Those friends who are newfs and have that wonderful, open and welcoming newf hospitality
Those friends who are newfs, yet who don't like typical newfie food (I think I would have starved!)
We had a fairly dry summer, meaning not much mud being tracked in the house (yes we are still living in a construction zone)
15 minute ER visits
Flying monkies and multi coloured hairy balls (yes, I keep coming back to that)

In all seriousness, I am truly thankful for all the blessings God has given me. I have 3 children who are remarkable people and make me very proud. I have a husband who I know loves me and supports me unconditionally. I have parents who have always encouraged me, even during those times where I was rebellious and perhaps made poor decisions. I have an extended family of wonderful brothers, sisters, in-laws, many neices and nephews, and friends who although we do not "sit in each other's laps", we are always there for each other and provide love and support however we can. As my Dad says, God has given me "enough", and for that I am truly blessed and grateful.

Oh, My Aching Head

2006-09-26T20:33:00.000-05:00

For almost 2 weeks, I had the worst run of headaches I've had in along time. It began with a migraine that came on quickly and then just continued to linger. I took my first day sick off in about 5 years. As usual, I just tried to push through it and took medication when I needed to to stay on my feet. This past weekend however, it got the best of me. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the worst, I was 9, pushing 10. We have what here in Alberta is called an Acute Care Centre right across the street frrom us. It is in essence, a small town emergency department that is open from 8:00 AM - 10:00 PM (for new intakes) for anyone with minor ailments and injuries (after 10:00 PM you have to go to the hospital in the next town over). At 8:00 PM Sunday night, Bruce took one look at me and said it was time to go to the hospital. I hate going to the hospital. The last time I went was over 2 years ago, but it was that bad, so I went. We left prepared to be away from the house for several hours (ER waits here average 4 hrs in Calgary). We left the house at 8:05 and arrived at the Acute Care Centre 2 minutes later. They took one look at me, took my info, did a quick triage, then put me in a dark, quiet room. Within 5 minutes, the Dr came to see me, and 5 minutes later I was given a shot. We were back home by 8:30PM. I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT! To top it all off, the bedside manner of the nurses and the Dr were absolutely wonderful. They were empathetic and compassionate, and took everything Bruce had to say seriously. So to all those Dr's and nurses who have to deal with the different personalities that come through ER's everywhere, and who must learn how to determine what must be done for who and how and how quickly, I say THANK YOU, for your commitment, for your compassion and for your willingness to give back to others day in and day out.

PS: With some therapeutic massage, and with the shot from Sunday, things are improving.

The Date is Set Based on a Special Friendship

2006-09-21T21:08:00.000-05:00

Well Jason and Alyson have set the date for their wedding. I figured the best way to let everyone know is through the blog. Originally, they were looking at June 2, however Jason's best friend Zack, who is in the military, has to be off for summer manouvers or something as of the end of May, so he wouldn't be able to be there for June 2. Zack is very important to Jason, so the date was changed to Friday May 18, 2007. James will have arrived back from Korea just in time to join in the pre wedding "parties" and Zack will not have left for the summer. Jason is a happy camper.

Jason and Zack have known each other since they were in Junior Kindergarten, and went to school together right through high school. When Jason was going into grade 1, we moved, however Jason was still in the same school district. One day he came home from school to say that he wanted to go play at Zack's house, I said no of course, because it was in a different neighbourhood and was too far away for him to walk to. But then what did I know! Zack's family had moved as well, to a house just down the street.

When Jason was going into grade 7, we moved again, farther north and out of the school district. I was able to arranged with the school however that Jason be able to continue to attend where he had been. When he was enetering grade 8 however, Jason made the choice to change schools and attend the little country school in our area. We fully supported that, but the one thing that made me sad was that he might loose contact with Zack. Boy was I wrong again. Zack moved again that summer...........right around the corner from us.

Needless to say, the boys became inseparable. They spent hours by the creek, fishing, building forts, and just hanging out. Over the years they, along with another couple of friends, have canoed and camped together in Algonquin Park, spent a week fishing in Magnetewan, and simply hung out together whenever they could. When Zack is home on leave, Jason will drop everything to be able to spend some time with him. It has been one of those special friendships every boy should have, one of those friendships that will last a lifetime.

The Fort

NOTE: I tried to post a picture I have of Jason & Zack, but it wouldn't upload????

"Cultural Divide"

2006-09-10T20:28:00.000-05:00

At a meeting on Friday, it was shared with me that there are many Christians who struggle with the concept of Pastoral Care & Chaplaincy vs Spiritual Care. Through further conversation, it was stated that in reality, this struggle has created a "cultural divide" within the "church".

I have spent a great deal of time thinking through this over the last several days. I have never really thought of this phenomenom as culturally dividing the church, but more as a philosophical divide. It is a divide between the "right" and the "left" of the church. There are those who feel that no matter what, we must always align ourselves with those who are Christian, must speak about Christ with everyone we come in contact with, and as we are working with those God puts in our care, we must speak to them about God every chance we get. There are others who feel that we need to truly be in this world, however not conform to the world's ethics and philosophies, that our actions truly speak louder than word, and that actions will open the door for words the words of Christ to be spoken.

To be completely honest, I truly struggle with the first. For myself, I find that it is somewhat condesending and creates a societal cultural divide. In my work with the homeless and society's disenfranchised over the past decade or more, over and over again I have seen how people watch the actions of others and questioned those actions. This includes the actions of those who say to them that God will make everything all "better", that they will be a "better" person if they become saved, yet some of those same individuals behave in such a way that clearly shows a life that is truly screwed up and not "all better." There was a church when I was working at the shelter in Toronto who came to me and said they wanted to bus the guys to their church for a special dinner one night, no strings attached. After the event, the guys reported to me that when they arrived at the church they were escorted to the sanctuary, where they were told there would be a service first, and only those present for the service would receive a meal. When the guys shared this with me, they stated they felt like children, and felt that if they did not listen, they would not be considered "good enough". Are we not supposed to be building others up, and displaying through our actions that God accepts and loves everyone unconditionally, not setting up a system of hierarchy!

So I guess you figure out where I stand on this one. God is a God who expects us to be "Christ like". Christ did not turn people away when they came for healing and feeding if they wouldn't listen to him first. Quite the opposite. Most people's eyes were openned as a result of his actions. In our society today, showing Christ's love through our actions is critical. Over the years, I have had many people say "there is something different about you, what is it?" Let's make it perfectly clear that I am in no way perfect, that in actuality in many many ways I am very flawed. That one single statement however has opened the door for discussions, further questions, spiritual, theological and philisophical debates, and alot of searching for answers for myself and for those with whom I have had these discussions. The greatest priviledge God has given to me with this approach is that over and over again, I have had people from other religions who have begun searching for answers through the Bible and Christ's words. There was the 2 Muslim men who asked that I sponsor them as they became baptized in Christian churches. There was the Muslim woman who had stayed at the family shelter who called me for support after her husband died, and who is now attending a church. There was the Hindu staff member who fled an abusive relationship, who reached out for unconditional support and who is now a part of the pastoral care support team for Hindu clients who want to fully understand Christianity as it relates to their middle eastern culture.

In conversations and debates with some from the "right", it has been stated that my approach is "hiding" my Christianity, because I am not actively speaking of it all the time. To the contrary. I feel that by wearing it on my sleeve, my actions speak louder than words. These two totally divergent ways of thinking are a philosophically and culturally different. With everything that is happening in this world, I thank God on a daily basis that we can have these differences and be able to think as individuals, but I also pray that these philosophical and cultural differences do not divide us.

Ramblings and Tidbits

2006-08-30T20:04:00.000-05:00

I'm going to take my cue from my son James and just ramble on about anything that comes to mind tonght.

What a week, you know what it's like, you're off for a week, and you have a months worth of work to catch up on.......all of the paving on the Deerfoot is driving me nuts, I can't wait until the speed limit goes back from 80km to 110km........weird weather today. 30 degrees Monday, 25 yesterday and only 12 today. Brrrrrr..........I'm glad I was at my office at the Children's Village today. It was quiet, no crises........back in Ontario, when a group of cows lie down, they say it's going to rain. That doesn't happen here, they're always standing.........Kevin & Wanda are back from their trip to Newfie. Sounds like they had a wonderful time. I have to give them a call.......Bruce has been sick since Monday. It's a cold that has settled in his head and chest. It's not like him to be sick so long.......I like watching the cloud formations here. They are huge, and at times it seems like you can reach up and touch them.......I have to call Liz over the next couple of days. I really miss her.......called James this morning. I really miss him........Bruce talked to Kevin today. He's been working the graveyard shift. I need to call Jenn too.........talked to Mom today. She and Dad are probably coming out for the month of November. Bruce & I will get to spend some quality time with them. I'm going to take another week off while they are here.......I think I'll save the rest of my holidays (about 3 days) and tack it onto Christmas. I actually have not had time off at Christmas in about 9 years. It will be nice.........next year I'll take a solid 2 weeks off at once. I haven't done that in along time........next year's major holiday will be wrapped around Jason & Alyson's wedding........the long weekend is coming up. I should be able to get some quality time on my research.......oh, did I forget to tell you Jason and Alyson are engaged (gotcha!). He called last night. He proposed Monday night......they are both at Nationals right now, which is where they met 3 years ago. He wanted to propose someplace significant for both of them......he shared with me when they were here that he was going to propose. If he has his way, they will be married very shortly after their graduations......they will need to sit down and look at everything however and talk things over with her parents. When we have details, we will let you know......yes we are good with this. Alyson is good for Jason. She keeps him grounded, yet lets him be who he is.

Been & Gone

2006-08-27T19:52:00.000-05:00

Wow, it's hard to believe one week has come and gone. Jason and Alyson arrived last Sunday, they were here until Saturday and have now returned to Ontario for Nationals. We had a great week, very active with things to do every day. On Monday, Bruce & Jason went golfing (Jason beat Bruce by 1 stroke...........Jason was happy, Bruce wasn't....haha!). Alyson and I went to Bragg Creek, a little town on the edge of the Kananaskis Mountains. We had coffee at a cute little coffee shop, did some shop hopping, then went hiking for a bit along the Bow River in the provinicial park. Tuesday we all went to Heritage Park. Even Bruce enjoyed it. We are going to go back again for their Christmas celebrations. On Wednesday we went white water rafting. On Thursday, Bruce & Jason went golfing again, this time Bruce won..............payback. On Friday we went to Banff for the day and on Friday night we dropped into see Stephen & Gayle & the kids. Here are some of the pictures. There is one more film to come back with the Heritage Park and Banff pictures.

Now we've had 2 of our kids out to stay for a bit, all we have to do is wait for James to return from Korea..............we miss you James!

PS: for those who are wondering, I made it all week without a call to or from work. I did go into my email, BUT only to check and see if James emailed me (at least that's my story and I'm sticking to it!)

Bruce doing what he does best when family is around (Yummy!)

Alyson sitting along the Bow River in Bragg Creek Provincial Park

Kicking Hrose River in BC where we went rafting. The river was really low. When we went with Jenn & Kevin in May, the river was so high that all the rapids had been upgraded to a higher level. The third portion of the river was closed, as it was to dangerous. In May, the grassy area in the middle of the picture was totally submerged. This time, we did the portage to the third portion so we could get to the bigger rapids like we experienced last time. We had all types of weather, clouds, rain, mist and sun. It was cool seeing the clouds part way up the mountains as in this picture.

Jason & Alyson on the river. There was one point where they were in the river. There is a spot where anyone who wanted to swim the upcoming rapids could jump out. I think Alyson & Jason were the first ones to do so. Bruce & I stayed in the boat to be the designated "pull everyone into the boat" people.

Taking a break before the second leg (I know, we look gorgeous in those suits don't we!)

The Three Sisters

2006-08-24T14:09:00.000-05:00

This is The Three Sisters. It is a mountain located in the town of Canmore, which is about an hour to the west of Calgary. On a clear day, I can see its outline from my office window. Yesterday, we drove by it on our way to Golden BC. Every time I see this mountain, it reminds me of my sisters, who we are, who we have become and our relationship with each other.

This is The Three Sears Sisters. Cathy is at the back, I am in the middle, and Barb is in front. We are close in age. I am 1 1/2 years older than Cathy and Cathy is 2 years older than Barb (Mom had two more in there as well, one older than me and one in between Cathy & Barb................busy, or should I say, crazy lady!).

Like the Three Sisters mountain peaks, Cathy, Barb and I are different in many ways. I was the rebellious one, the one who always had to test my faith, was greatly influenced by my peers, took big risks, and at times was not the nicest of people. As such, I did many things that I am not proud of today, yet I learned a great deal from those mistakes. Cathy and Barb on the other hand always had a firm faith and set up supports for themselves for those times when their faith was shaken. They had the respect of their peers and the adults around them. I have always admired them for their ability to make it through their teenage years with such a firm faith.

With the three Sears Sisters, there are also three very distinctive personalities. I think Cathy wraps it up really well with the way we "embrace" the start and end of the day. Cathy has always been the one to jump out of bed early and says "Good Morning World". Barbara quietly rolls over, quietly gets out of bed and goes about her day. I roll over and look the world straight in the face and say "Go Away, Leave Me Alone!". At night however it is totally opposite. Cathy crashes and burns early, while Barb keeps going until she feels she's had enough then bids her goodbyes. For me, the night time is when I get my best work done. I often wonder where everyone has gone at night, after all, it's time to party isn't it?

Another way we are different is in how we have arrived at where we are today. Cathy always knew what she wanted to be when she grew up. She was always going to be a teacher, which she now is. I remember day in and day out when we were little, when deciding what we wanted to play, Cathy always wanted to play "School", and always wanted to be the teacher. Barb on the other hand, was the one to quietly sit back and go along with the flow based on what she saw happenning around her. She would play school, and would always be the pupil. She carefully thought things through before a decision was made. After careful consideration, she obtained her college diploma to work with and advocate for those with developmental delays. She has been a stay at home mom for a many years now and those skills truly have come in handy. I was different in my own way. I wanted to be a teacher, no, I wanted to missionary, no, I wanted to be a Doctor, no, I wanted to be the boss of a corporation, no, I wanted to work with the developmentally challenged, no..........you get the gist of it. I have ended up bouncing around in my career somewhat as well, however as I look back in retrospect, each has lead to the next and to where I am now.

I have over the years come to greatly admire and respect both of my sisters for many reasons. Cathy, as I stated is a teacher, and I think I can say with complete objectivity that she is one of the best there is (I worked in the classroom as a behaviour specialist for over 8 years and have seen the best and the worst). She can mesmorize a group of kids and the drop of a hat with little effort. Kids see her as fun, and as a result learn easily, yet they always know there is a line you do not cross. I worked in the same Board as she did for many years, and everytime someone spoke of her, it was with the utmost respect and admiration for what she does and how she does it. She is also the favorite Aunt to all her many neices and nephews, and is a great support to each of them. My children have been truly blessed by the gift of her time and of herself.

Barbara is one of the best mothers I know. For those who have read her blog, she has had some challenges. She has three beautiful, wonderful, bright, mischeivous boys. She has ensured she is a very involved mother who is always there for each of her boys. Her oldest son has a non verbal learning disability, which affects his ability to interpret and react in social situations. This has lead to some difficult times, as he has been bullied and austricized by other children, and I am sad to say, at times, by some adults. Barb has been like a mother lion, defending her son when appropriate, all the while teaching him how to take responsibility for himself and his actions. She has ensured the schools are fully educated around the needs of children with this type of learning disability (yes children, she does not just think of her own son when doing this), has ensured her son has the supports he needs, and will hunt down supports for him when it appears non are available. I saw my nephew last month for the first time since I moved to Calgary last year. He is now 16. He has become a very mature and introspective young man with an incredibly kind heart. Without Barb as his mother, he would not be where he is today. In my work with behaviourally challenged children, over and over again I saw what happened when parents gave up or blamed everyone else for their child's difficulty. By the time they were my nephews age, many had been "written off" by teachers, family and society. Barb has ensured this has not and will not happen to her son. Although the journey has been a challenge, he is and will continue to be a success story. Barb is an example to me as a mother.

Although we are different in many ways, Cathy, Barb and I are also alike in many ways. We all love scrapbooking, and if I must say so myself, although we each have our own distinctive styles, we are all quite good at it. We all love music, especially brass. Each of us like sports of some sort. We each love to laugh, and each have a good sense of humour. Each of us also have a very deep faith in God which we rely on to guide us through life. That faith is at the very core of who we are. Along with our faith comes a very deep sense of family. We are not a "sit in your lap" type of family, but boy, when the chips are down, we are there for each other. I have a saying "do what you want to me, I can handle it.................BUT...............DON'T your dare touch my family!" It is also very evident when we are passionate about something. We will not give an inch, and we make sure people know where we stand. We are each competative in our own way, and none of us like to be "wrong". On the other hand, in many ways, each of us is somewhat shy, especially in situations that are new to us. Each of us is uncomfortable in new situations and take our time to assess and determine how we will fit it. This would surprise people who see us together and/or with the rest of our family, as we can be quite "boisterous" to say the least.

I have come to realize over the past year that my sisters and I are like The Three Sisters mountain in Canmore. We are totally unique and distinct in our own right, just like the three peaks. We are however inseparable, just like those three peaks. We are tied together and will always be tied together not just by blood and a family line, but also by respect and by love. Although there is now a geographical distance, that love and respect will never change!

ONE MORE DAY!!!!!!

2006-08-17T21:04:00.000-05:00

This is what my day today.............no what my week this past week............no my month this past month has been at work. All my deadlines for our Board of Directors are toast, as there have been so many crises that I've had to tend to................so I haven't started any required reports, let alone address some of the other necessary paper work. Now, I am not stupid with stuff like this, I have asked that a request go through to get an extension of deadlines. I'm not about to spend 24 hrs a day working just so paper work can get done, AND as far as I'm concerned, crises with clients and staff MUST be prioritized. The only thing I do want to say about it all is VERY FUNNY GOD..............yes I know I can handle it, BUT.......enough's enough already!

There is a light at the end of the tunnel for me at the end of this week however...................I am taking a week's holidays 'cause my son Jason and his girlfriend Alyson are coming to visit.............YEAH! Now, I have made a promise to myself, and to Bruce and Jason and Alyson, my cell phone will be off and I will NOT go into my work email. I have told everyone at work that I will be totally unreachable and have ensured they know who to call for what type of crisis. So, 1 more day, that's it (well, not quite, I am going in for a PR thing on Sat, but I will take time at the other end), then it's Joanne time with her family. I CAN'T WAIT!

Gems

2006-08-10T19:16:00.000-05:00

My brother David has recently done some postings on "gems" in his life. He has challenged each of his siblings to do the same. I have spent a great deal of time over the past week thinking on this. Although there are a some wonderful people I deem to be "gems" in the sense that my brother outlines, I would have to disagree with the statement that I might be surprised at the number of "gems" God has placed in my life. Quite the opposite, there are relatively few outside of my family (I see my family, husband, children, parents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles & cousins to be my most precious gems of all). It's not that I am a negative person, quite the opposite, as I have posted in the past, I see everything in life from the "glass is half full" perspective. As a matter of fact, I am such an optomist, I drive many people in my life (especially my staff) a little crazy at times. I am however also a realist.

When I look back over my life, I see many situations where negative events have happened, and how they have shaped me to become a positive and very strong person. I believe that God, in his almighty wisdom, recognizes what an individual needs to shape and mold them into mature beings. I have always needed a "baseball bat to the head", and that's what God has provided me. Many circumstances I have shared with no one save Bruce, as I am loathe to ruin anyone's reputation or disrupt what was or is otherwise a good family. In most of these situations, the individual recognized what they had done was truly wrong and in their own way made amends. Don't get me wrong though, if I had EVER thought any of these individuals were a threat to someone else, I would have spoken out at the drop of a hat.

Some of the situations I can and am willing to share are as follows:

Although I always loved music camp at Jackson's Point, there were many years where I was bullied by other girls in the cabin (many times, I was "attacked" in my bed after dark, water thrown on me, full pop cans thrown at me etc). Any time I spoke up about it to counsellors, I was told things like "if you didn't act like a geek, it wouldn't happen." I remember as a 12 year old thinking to myself, that when I grew up, I would always listen when a child told me they were being bullied, and be their advocate.

It was one thing to be taunted by other children at school for being so thin, but it was another to be put down by adults at church week in and week out. Although every teenage girl looks at themself sometimes and sees themself as an ugly duckling, those put downs made me bound and determined to always like myself just for who I am, not based on what others say (thanks Mom, you were a good example of that for me).

While working at camp, I was cornered by a group of boys who began to grope me (don't ask me why, 'cause at that time there was nothing to grope!). I lashed out and scratched a few chests. I decided right then and there I would NEVER allow anyone, man or woman, to abuse me in any way shape or form and would always stand up for myself.

In my rebellious teenage years, I dreaded coming to the corps. This was because there was an individual who would "hunt" me down every time they saw me and say things like "You are a bad girl, look what you are doing to your parents" or "you need to get to that mercy seat right now and confess, you are a disgrace!" (funny, my parents never said or indicated anything of the sort, so why would someone else). My vow to myself was that I would NEVER call a child bad, only outline that their behaviour was inappropriate and then set an appropriate example for them. I also vowed that I would teach my own children (ya, as rebellious as I was, I wanted kids) that they needed to look at themselves and determine for themselves what their relationship with God needed to be, that no matter what they did, God would always love them and would be there waiting for them.

I do not feel mared in any way by these and other circumstances. I thank God for them, and for the ability to see how He has used these as my "baseball bats to the head" as I have learned life lessons. He has tempered them with the few "gems" who have been and some of whom are still in my life. Posts on them to come in the near future.

Picture Forthcoming

2006-08-04T15:14:00.000-05:00

OK one and all....................due to all the questions about WHAT ARE HAIRY BALLS, I will get someone from the office to get a picture of these hairy balls hanging from my face some time next week and post it.

The Mystery of the Multi Coloured Hairy Balls

2006-07-31T20:33:00.000-05:00

So I got a call from one of the reception desks at work today.......

"Joanne, there is a Purolator package here for you, do you want me to bring it up?"

"No" says I, "I need the exercise, I'll come down to pick it up."

What could it be, I wasn't expecting a package. I walked down 8 stories to pick it up. It was a package sent from The Salvation Army Ethics Centre in Winnipeg.

"Hmmmmmm" I thought, "It must be some of the printed material on ethics I need to use with some of the staff education"

WRONG!!!

I openned it up, and out fell 4 multi coloured hairy balls, just like the hairy pink ball I already have. So now the sleuthing begins.......who knew that I had a hairy pink ball.......who knew it had been stomped on and I needed to find some new ones? Who from the Ethics Centre knew about my hairy ball! Hmmmmmmm........the conundrum begins!

So now I have 5 hairy balls: 1 cold hairy ball (blue), 1 mouldy hairy ball (green), 2 hot hairy balls, one of which is deflated (bright pink), and one glow in the dark hairy ball (florescent orange).

Now all I need to find out is who sent them, hmmmmmmm...............................

Mornings........YUK!!!!!

2006-07-20T19:37:00.000-05:00

I am NOT a morning person, never have been, never will be. I am quite irritable and cranky as a matter of fact if you come in and wake me up before I am ready to get up. When my kids were little, my 2 boys, then age 4 & 7, bought me a beautiful mug. It had a picture of a mother bear with 2 cubs. When I asked them why they had chosen that particular mug with that particular picture, James responded: "two things mom, one, you're over protective (I'll admit to that one), and the other, we know we don't talk to you until you've had a shower and a coffee." Pretty bad that they were able to pick that up at such a young age. 17 years later, I still have that mug and nothing has changed.

This morning was one of those mornings where I just didn't want to get up, but I had no choice, I had to go to work. So I very slowly dragged myself out of bed (7:15 AM, AHHHHH, way to early for my liking), had my shower, Bruce brought me coffee, and an hour later I was on my way. The whole time I was thinking "I HATE MORNINGS!" I was just glad I didn't have one of my 7:00 AM meetings (yes, I do have those every once in a while). By the time I arrived at work, I was awake and ready to go though. The good thing about a longer drive to work, it gives you a chance to be totally awake, and therefore not biting people's heads off 'cause you want to be back in bed.

I did get to thinking though that there are some rare occasions where I do enjoy getting up early. When we are at the cottage (North Bay area), I love getting up around 7:00 AM to sit on the porch, watch the sun come across the water and the loons and ducks glide across the usually smooth water. I find it very relaxing and spiritually renewing.

But, I am no longer in Ontario, and therefore not at the cottage..................so I'll say again............" MORNINGS................YUK!"

One Year Later

2006-07-10T20:46:00.000-05:00

It's hard to believe that it was 1 year ago today that Bruce & I arrived in Calgary (me to stay permanently, Bruce to drop me off with his car, then to fly home to sell the house, and we all know what happenned with that!). So what have I learned and discovered over the past year? LOTS!

I learned that it's a loooooooooooooong drive across Canada, and the longest part is through 1 province alone, Ontario. Thank heaven's I wasn't the one that drove, and I could doze whenever I felt like it. That being said, it's a beautiful drive, and we found the beauty different and interesting in each province.
There's alooooooooooot of skitters in Winnipeg, and I could NEVER live there.
Although people in the east (Toronto) think they live in the centre of the universe, the people of Calgary beg to differ. They say CALGARY is the centre of the universe. When are they all going to really get it. Wherever I, Joanne E. Young lives, THAT is the centre of the universe. Therefore, it used to be Toronto, now it is Calgary!
Everyone (well it seems like everyone) likes to show their "stuff" through the vehicles they drive...............big honkin' trucks and SUV's. I have a Corolla that gets great mileage. I only fill it up once a week for $40. Who's laughin' now!
There is a thing called "Prairie Oysters" or "Cowboy Caviar" out here. Cowboys swear it is the best. I will never, never, never go anywhere near the stuff! (Once you find out what the stuff is, you'll understand why!)
This town goes crazy at Stampede time, and anyone who is not a cowboy becomes a cowboy wannabe.
If I were a bucking horse or a bull in the rodeo, I would do everything in my power to get those #*^&>@%* cowboys off my back too.................wouldn't you if they had your family jewels tied up, pulled tight and squeezed!

Now for the serious stuff:

For the first time in my life, I lived completely on my own (for those who don't know, I got married young and moved directly from my parents house to my married home). I lived on my own here in Calgary for just over 3 months (I know, not that long). I however discovered that I am OK with that, and that I actually enjoy the peace and quiet of my own company (Mind you, I was also very excited when Bruce & I were reunited).
I have come to admire my children even more over this past year. Although I have always been extremely proud of them, being so far away from them has given me a different perspective on them. I have come to realize how truly strong, caring, sensitive, intelligent and independent they each are. Each of them is having a positive impact on those around them and therefore on society as a whole. What more could a mother ask for!
God is truly taking care of each of my children in their relationships. He has placed wonderful "significant others" in their lives (Kevin, Sarah, and Alyson), who truly love them for who they are, not for what they have or what they do, and support them through thick and thin. My children are truly blessed!
There are friends in my life that will always be important, no matter what physical distance there is between us, and it is those friendships that keep me truly grounded.
Although I have said in the past that one of my personal weaknesses is my impatience with professional incompetence, I have come to learn how impatient with incompetence I truly am. I have also come to learn that I can try to help those who have professional "gaps", however there is a line I will not cross and will make the "tough" decisions.
Although I have "talked the talk" when it comes to servant leadership for the last 3 years, over the past year I have come to understand the impact of those principles on my own life. When I keep the principles of servant leadership before me as I make the tough decisions, I am able to have a clear conscience and know that I have done what I need to do in meeting the needs of staff and clients alike.
I have a great deal of difficulty with ultra conservative political philospohies. I find them to be very selfish and self centred, and they set up systems that feed the "haves & have nots" syndrome. It all flies in the face of Christ's example of reaching out to those who are disenfranchised and coming along side of them as they deal with issues in their lives. The thing I have the greatest difficulty with is the fact that the Christian churches in this area of the country support the ultra conservative point of view. As a Christian, this is something that I continue to struggle with and am attempting to find ways to make changes where I can without offending. More new learning to happen on this one over the next year.

And the most important lesson I have learned over this past year:

Flying monkies, hairy pink balls & pointy spoak ears can make or break a day

Can't Win for Losing Sometimes

2006-06-27T20:23:00.000-05:00

So after spending 8 months arguing with the University of Calgary Psych Department around allowing me to work with one of their professors to complete my final piece of research I need to do to be able to apply for a Masters Program, and getting absolutly no where, I finally called my undergrad advisor at York to seek advise. What was interesting about the whole process was that the UofC was willing to have me take the course as a visiting student, and to provide a research supervisor, but the psych department would not. I COULDN'T WIN FOR LOSING.

Within a matter of weeks, York University has assisted me in finding not just 1 supervisor, but 2 (both from York, both willing to supervise long distance so that I can get this done). I am starting 2 pieces of research that will benefit the programs at work as well. It was amazing that they were willing and eager to do this, as it is such an unusual situation. The profs both said they had a look at my records and my marks, and felt I had worked to long & hard for them to throw more road blocks in my way. Great, some success! I was feeling GREAT!

So I finally got that straightened away, and I went to enroll and pay my tuition fees. GUESS WHAT, the registrars office at York has de enrolled me because I didn't take a course over the past 2 semesters. AHHHH..........I CAN'T WIN FOR LOSING. So............I have to go through the whole process of submitting an application to re enroll. This can take 3 to 4 weeks. AHHHH........ I say again!

BUT

I received a phone call from one of the professors today. I find out she is the head of the Psych Department at Atkinson College (college for mature students..............YES I AM MATURE!). She is aware of what has happenned and stated that she will intervene if there are any difficulties with getting re enrolled. This is GOOD! She is also willing to start working now on the study I want to do, she does not see the need to wait for me to get officially registered................BONUS! We've set up times to have telephone conferences and have set up strategies on how I will send her updates on my work (OH NO, now I can't procrastinate and do it all at the last minute as I usually do). The other bonus is that she is very interested in a project that we are working on here in Calgary and is willing to provide us with some support and potential partner with us around doing some community research..........DOUBLE BONUS!

So the moral of the story.................When you think you can't win for losing, don't give up, the glass is always half full, and there are always creative and inovative ways to find solutions!

Tag, You're It

2006-06-23T20:24:00.000-05:00

Barbara tagged me for this game, only I'm adding some more categories onto the end to make it an even dozen. I'm going to tag those who Barbara tagged for the added on categories. So here we go:

4 jobs I've had (problem is I have had way more than 4, so I have to pick & choose here):

I was head cashier at K Mart when I was 15
I worked as a Daycare Teacher when my kids were preschoolers (I'm selfish, I wanted to work, but I wanted my kids with me so that I could see and be a part of everything they were doing)
I worked as Itinerant Behaioural Support with the Board of Education while my kids were still in public school (great way to have the summers off with your kids)
Director of Program Services for the Salvation Army in the city of Calgary

4 movies I could watch over and over again:

Schindler's List
Monty Python & the Holy Grail
It's a Wonderful Life
Amistad

4 places I've lived (I'm glad we only have to name 4, 'cause this is ALL the places I've lived):

Mississauga, ON
Brampton, ON
Caledon, ON
Okotoks, AB

4 TV shows I love:

ER
Law & Order: Criminal Intent
The Amazing Race
Desparate Housewives

4 places I've been on vacation:

Cottage in Haliburton
Cottage in Calandar Bay
Panama City Beach (to visit Mom & Dad, Hey, free accomodation, why not!)
Kuala Lumpur (it was part of a business trip, so does this count?)

4 favorite dishes:

BBQ Steak marinated in Red Wine & Viniger
Shrimp Scampi
Baked Maple Salmon
Chicken Fajitas

4 websites I visit daily:

All of my kids and my sister's blogs
York University
scrap jazz
two peas

4 places I'd rather be right now:

Cottage in Calandar Bay
Korea visiting James
Ontario visiting my Jenn & Jason and the rest of my family
Wasaga Beach visiting Liz

4 bloggers I'm tagging (this one is no fair, 'cause Barb has tagged some I would):

James
Sarah
Melody
Barbara, Cathy, Evie & Jenn

New Categories:

4 most cherished possessions ( I would say my kids, but I don't "possess" them):

The "Ugly China Dogs" (Jenn, lucky you gets them next, but take care, they are you're heritage!)
Mum Young's antique serving bowls
Family photos
Handmade Christmas Ornaments from the kids over the years

4 least favorite chores:

cleaning the toilets
ironing
dusting
WHAT THE HECK.............ALL CHORES!

4 best stress relievers:

bike riding
gardenning
laying on the beach
sex (sorry to embarass you kids........NOT)

Glass Half Empty Syndrome

2006-06-20T20:37:00.000-05:00

Drives me NUTS...............people who can only see the negative in things. There are those in this world who only see what is wrong with someone, a situation, a group of people, etc., etc., etc. There is always someone or something at "fault". They look at how something needs to be "fixed" because it is all wrong, aaaaaaaaaand, they are the ones who have all the answers as to how that will be done. What a sad way to live life.

Life is much better if you look at things from the opposite perspective. Instead of looking at what is wrong, we need to look at what is right with someone, something, a group of people etc., etc., etc. You find the positive and build on it and soon enough everything has come around on it's own without needing "fixing". The greatest thing about this is that people end up feeling good about themself, and in the end run everyone benifits, individual, family, community, and so on, and so on, and so on.............

I guess my challenge is that as much as they frustrate me, I need to find the positive in those who have the "glass is half empty syndrome."

A Tale of Two Fathers

2006-06-17T21:31:00.000-05:00

For Mother's day, I did a tribute to all the strong women who have played a part in my children's lives. There have also been a myriad of incredible men who have played a significant role in their lives. There are the multitude of Uncles: Uncle David, Uncle Don, Uncle Stephen, Uncle John, Uncle Michael and Uncle Ricky. Each of these uncles have shown my children what a strong man looks like, how to treat others with respect, how to accept others unconditionally, how to be responsible, how to have fun, and most importantly, what it is like to be a Godly man. For that I will be eternally grateful.

There are two men however who have really impacted on my kid's lives, as well as my own, those being my husband Bruce and my own father. Today's blog is dedicated to them.

This is my guy Bruce. The night before we were to be married, I remember turning to Sharon, my Maid of Honour, and saying I really wasn't sure if I was ready to go through with getting married. It had nothing to do with being so young, it was my fear that Bruce would follow in his own father's footsteps. Sharon in her great wisdom was shocked and stated "are you nuts, he isn't anything like his father!" Of course, she was right.

Well, my 3 kids all say he is a great father, and I wholeheartedly agree. The last 28 years of his life has revolved around his children. They have always been his first priority and the loves of his life. I don't know if you've ever seen the Norman Rockwell picture of the new father who has dragged people down to the nursery window and is excitedly pointing at the baby, well that's Bruce.

Bruce always wanted to ensure he gave his children those things he did not have as a child. In doing so, he always ensured they had everything they needed. Through that however, he taught them the difference between a want and a true need, and taught them not just in words, but through his own actions, how important it is to work for those things we see as a personal want. Whenever the subject of school came up, it was never "if" they would go onto post secondary education, it was "when." Through his loving belief in them, they truly believed in themselves and each have gone on to be very successful in their post secondary education. He taught them the value of hard work, and of being responsible for yourself and for your actions. He was not afraid to go to them and apologize if he felt he was in the wrong. What a wonderful message to give your children, that you are not afraid to admit that you are falible.

One of the greatest things Bruce gave, and continues to give his children is his time. There were the many many winters of getting up before 5:00 AM to get to the early morning hockey practice and/or games. He never just dropped the boys off, he always stayed to watch and encourage. If he was working, if possible he would find a way to get off early or go in late so that he could be there for them. Then there was the many music lessons, practices, recitals, concerts, camps, etc, etc, etc. Again, he was there for everything he could be there for. He took great pride in every accomplishement and award. I think one of the greatest tributes any of our children made to him was when Jennifer was 12 and was Honour Student at Junior Music Camp. Someone who knew Bruce as a teenager said to her "this is amazing, considering who you father is." Jennifer, with a great deal of wisdom and maturity proudly and clearly stated "I became Honour Student BECAUSE of my father."

The wonderful thing to see now is how his relationship with his children has continued to develop as they have become adults. He truly enjoys his time with them, talking with them and the sharing of common interests. There have been the golf games, the fishing trips, the family trips to the cottage with their myriad of friends, the games of wizard and scrabble, the recent rafting trip. There's the sports events, and the phone discussions that start with "did you see the game." He eagerly awaits word from them every week as to how they are doing now that we live at such distances and soaks up every word they say. The kids and I all say: BRUCE YOUNG, YOU ARE AN AMAZING FATHER.

This is my father. One of my earliest memories with him is when I was 3 years old. My mom was pregant with my youngest sister Barbara. They had taken us camping for a few days. I remember going to the water pump with Dad to fill the water bucket. He had me hang on to the pump arm as he pumped. I laughed and laughed as my feet lifted off the ground over and over again. He was my daddy, and I was his little girl.

Over the years, my dad has taught me many valuable lessons, and many times he was unaware that he had. I have a saying that goes "Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear what you are saying." Dad's actions always spoke loud and clear, however he is such a man of integrity that his actions never contravened what he said. He told us that we should never gossip and spread rumours about others, and he lived that by example. He told us to accept others unconditionally, and he lived that by example. He told us to treat others with respect, yet to know when to speak up respectfully, and he lived that by example. I remember when I was in my mid teens, I was incenced when a man from our church (the father of a girl Barbara's age) started going after Barbara for something he stated she had done to his daughter (which she hadn't). I went to him, and began yelling at him. Dad came up and stated "Joanne, you do not treat your elders like that, you apologize." I didn't want to, but did. As I was walking away, Dad turned to the man and said "Now, we are going to get to the bottom of this....." and he proceeded to work through the initial issue. He taught me by example.

Dad told all of us to rely on God in the good times and in the bad, and he lives that by example. When I was in my late teens, I was in my "rebellious" years. I remember coming upstairs from my bedroom early one morning to see Dad kneeling at the couch with his bible open. This was not a new sight, as we all knew that this was a regular practice for Dad before he went to work. This morning in particular, I could tell he was crying a bit (another gift Dad gave us, it's OK for a man to cry). As I quietly went back to my room, I could hear him praying, for us, his children. Although I had more rebellious times to come, through it all I had the knowledge that I had a father, parents, that covered me in prayer, no matter what choices I made. Years later, I visited Mom & Dad in Florida. Early one morning, I heard them downstairs praying together, praying for each of their children.

As an adult, I now find that I rely on Dad to listen and for guidance when I need it. When I was called by DHQ to move from a job I was greatly enjoying at Hope Shelter to take over as Director of the Family Shelter, the first person I sought advice and guidance from was Dad. His support and encouragement played a key role in me moving forward. When dealing with challenges at work, I now find myself asking two questions before I respond: What would Jesus have me do?, then What would Dad do in a situation like this?...............Ah, I know, treat the person with respect while dealing with the issue, be professional and don't talk about it to others, and rely on God for my strength through it all!.........THANKS DAD!

Flying Monkeys and Pink Hairy Balls

2006-06-09T19:25:00.000-05:00

Life at work is always interesting. At times it is frustrating, other times it is very rewarding, while even other times it is very exciting. All that being said however, it is always busy. I don't complain about that part however, as I have a moto ......... "If it's not busy it's boring, and boring is bad!" Over the past week or so, there has been both frustration and lots of excitment and laughs, so I have come up with a list of the top 5 frustrations and the top 5 best things for the last couple of weeks.

Top Frustrations:

5. Missing Emily and Elizabeth's year end concert due to a business meeting.
4. Coming back from a weeks holidays to a month of work.
3. Being misquoted by the media.
2. People who have trouble thinking outside the box and outside their own little world (ie: "that's the way we've always done it" or "that's not my job"............... WELL, IT'S NOT WORKING, SO STOP BEING SO NARROW! AND IT'S MY JOB TO CLEAN A TOILET IF THE REGULAR PERSON IS OFF SICK, SO IT'S YOUR JOB TOO!)

AND THE NUMBER ONE WORK FRUSTARTION FOR THIS PAST WEEK IS.............................

1. People who won't take responsibility for their own actions (sometimes I think our clients can teach some staff a thing or two).

Top Best Moments:

5. Finding 2 professors in 1 week who are willing to supervise me for some research.
4. Receiving a "QUEEN" crown via courier from the staff of one program.
3. The deep voiced monotone "Happy Birthday" serenade from Todd over the intercom.
2. Chocolate, Chocolate and MORE Chocolate!!!!!

AND THE NUMBER ONE TOP BEST WORK MOMENT FOR THIS PAST WEEK IS ....................

1. Flying Monkeys and Stomping on Pink Hairy Balls!!!!!!!!!

2006-05-30T18:58:00.000-05:00

It's hard to believe a full week with Jenn & Kevin has come and gone. The time flew by. We went White Water Rafting at Kicking Horse in BC. WHAT A BLAST! If Jason or James comes out during rafting season, we will definately go again. Bruce & Kevin golfed several times, so Jenn & I took the opportunity to go to Hertitage Village (if you are a history buff, and you ever visit Calgary, it's a definite must see). We also got some shopping in. Jenn took advantage of there being no PST. We had friends and family over for BBQ's. When Stephen and Gayle came over, little Katherine totally monopolized Jenn's time, because "Jennifer is my Big cousin, and she's my best friend!". Any time Kevin asked if he could join in, Katherine said no. She simply didn't want to share her big cousin. Yesterday, we went to Banff, and took the gondola to the top of the mountain. The sky was clear and the sun was out. It was breath taking. Jenn even hiked up to the top of the next peak 1 km away. No big feat for her, considering she is petrified of heights. I've attached some pictures of some of the things we did. No Banff pictures yet, they're still in the camera (I haven't made it to the 21st Century yet, I still don't have a digital)

Don't we look cute!

Getting ready for the big ones!

Amazing Scenery

Heritage Village

Story Time and All the Granddaughters

Cucumber Faces (my nephew and neice, Nathan & Emily)

2006-05-22T22:36:00.000-05:00

This is my daughter Jennifer and my son-in-law Kevin. They live back in Onatrio and Jason lives with them. They are an amazing young couple. Jenn is a nurse in emergency medicine. Kevin is a police officer in the same area where Jenn's hospital is. They are able to work alot of the same shifts so that they get alot of time off together. Kevin will pop into the hospital to bring Jenn and her coworkers treats when they are working the same shift. Kevin gets alot of "attention" from the other nurses when he pops in. Hmmm.............I wonder if that's why he pops in.

I am now into count down mode however, as Jenn & Kevin arrive in 12 hours for a 1 week visit. Can you say .............. EXCITED! Bruce has been absolutely hilarious this past week. He has planned all sorts of activities while they are here, including several rounds of golf, white water rafting, and a trip to the top of the mountains in Banff. There are BBQ's planned with Stephen & Gayle and their kids, as well as with Kevin & Wanda.

The funniest thing though has been to watch him get the house "ready". Let's all remember that our house is brand new and we only moved in 3 months ago. Bruce had to ensure there was a new dresser in the guest room so Jenn & Kevin wouldn't have to leave their clothes in their suitcase. Then there's the new TV in the family room. This was so Jenn & Kevin would have their own space to hang out. Yesterday, Bruce polished and waxed the counters in the kitchen. Today, pictures that hadn't made it up yet were hung on the walls, the floors were all washed and polished, the carpets all vacuumed, the garage swept and washed. We picked up top soil for the planters and some preliminary plants. He was eager to get them all planted as well, but I said not yet, as the flowers still need to be delivered. How can I plant without the flowers! I got tired just watching him. He was like the ever ready bunny! He even went to bed earlier than normal. I'm thinkin' that he's thinkin' that tomorrow will come sooner if he goes to sleep early.

That all being said..........................I can't laugh at him too much, 'cause.................. I'M SO EXCITED, MY LITTLE GIRL IS COMING TO VISIT!

2006-05-14T13:10:00.000-05:00

This is a picture of what I see every day as I drive in and out of our small town and head into the city for work or whatever. It's interesting though how our life experiences form our point of reference when we look at things. When I was a teenager, people from Toronto would look at me and shake their head when I talked about my "town". The joke always was that we were said to live in the "boonies". Interesting, because now there is no real separation between that town and the city of Toronto. It is all built up and developed for miles and miles. It only takes an hour to get from downtown to the house where we lived, and that was in good traffic. Not bad at all by the city of Toronto standards.

Here in Alberta, we are living in a small town about 40 minutes from downtown Calgary (at the height of traffic). Everyone at work says I am nuts for driving so far. I work with a girl who grew up in this town, and she is always saying she can't believe how it has grown and how "big town" it has become. I have to laugh to myself, as to me, there are so many things that stand out as being small town. I laugh, however it is quaint, and I am so glad we chose to live here and not in the city itself. So without further adieu, I present to you...............................

Fourteen Ways You Can Tell You Live in Small Town Alberta

You can sit in your kitchen, look out over the town and see farmers fields in every direction (quite beautiful and serene, especially as the sun rises)
You realize you are one of the only people not wearing cowboy boots when you visit the local WalMart
People complain about the amount of traffic because it took them an extra 5 minutes to get to work
Even at the height of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, the top sports story on the local radio news is the Rodeo standings
In a week where the federal budget is handed down, the top talk around town is the upcoming "Little Britches Rodeo Parade"
There is 1 recreation centre in town
The municipal government has developed a "Town Approved Toilet List"
More than half of the advertisments in the weekly local newspaper is for Bull Sales and upcoming Bull Auctions
Several of the rural roads are close down for several weeks each spring so that they won't get damaged
You have bug guts all over your windshield just from driving back and forth to work
There is an RV Park smack dab in the middle of town, and it's FULL
People have real, full scale Teepees erected in their yard.
There is a self service Dog Wash right next door to the local self serve Car Wash
The career section of the local newspaper says that YES, you too can have a career as a Boar Semen Collector at a local hog farm

2006-05-12T20:51:00.000-05:00

Mother's Day is just a couple of days away. I have thought a lot this week about my own kids. I have said it before and I reiterate, they are amazing people. James is now in Korea, and found the first week a little challenging, but he seems to be doing very well now. Jason was sworn into the military a week ago and is now just waiting to hear when he goes off for training. Jenn continues to flourish in her profession (she is an ER Nurse and has already taken on some supervisory roles).

I think back often to when they were children. Jenn was always such a caregiver. I have pictures of her playing "nurse" with her Daddy when she was just 3 years old. She would always look out for her little brothers, to the point that when James was being pushed around by a school bully when he was 6 years old, she took it upon herself to pick him up from his classroom every recess to make sure he was safe. Then there's James & Jason. When they were 4 and 7 years old, they bought me a beautiful mug for Christmas (I still have it). It had a scene on it with mother bear and 2 cubs. When I asked them why they had chosen that mug with that picture, they giggled and said that they had 2 reasons. One was that I was over protective, the other was that they knew they didn't dare talk to me before I had a shower and a coffee in the morning. Pretty scary that children so young can know their mother so well! (Have I always been that transparent?)

I am however a firm believer that it takes a village to raise a child. My children have been very fortunate to have had many people in their lives that have played a key role in their upbringing. On this Mother's Day weekend, I would like to pay tribute to those remarkable, strong women who have impacted on my children's lives and the lessons that they have taught them.

I come from what today is considered to be a large family. We do not "camp out" on each other's door steps or "sit in each other's laps" per say, but we are close and are best of friends. I have 2 sisters (Barbara & Cathy) and 3 sister in laws (Evie, Gayle & Melody), commonly known as "The Aunts", who have all played a key role for each of my children:

Auntie Cathy: for reinforcing a love of reading and learning. For always having an open door, and for keeping the candy bowls full for the "Hungry Guys". For the special camping trips and your insightfulness in knowing when each of the kids needed special 1 on 1 time ............. Thank You!

Auntie Barbara: for treating Jenn like a little sister because she had only brothers, for showing your trust in my kids when yours came along, for teaching the boys how to belch on demand, for your example of taking appropriate risks and being independent, for encouraging imagination (giant crickets aside) ............ Thank You!

Auntie Evie: for your intelligence and the wonderful example you set when you returned to university to earn your graduate degree. For setting such a positive example in not allowing "obstacles" in your life stop you from what you love doing (music) ................ Thank You!

Auntie Gayle: for your wonderful pastoral heart and example to reaching out to and supporting others. For showing how to provide support to those society considers to be the "underdogs". For always being interested. For the amazing meals and goodies! ............. Thank You!

Aunt Mel: for showing great courage through a time that is unimaginable for any parent, for never wavering from your faith. For being such a good sport when you were initiated into the family with your first "spoons" game. ............. Thank You!

There have also been many incredible friends and acquaintances who have left their mark. Two who have truly set examples are Liz (my best friend), and Wanda, Bruce's ex sister in law, who we remained friends with) and Ruby (Jennifer's mother in law).

Liz: for your example of perseverance. For clearly demonstrating what true friendship and loyalty means. For all the days of relaxing at Wasaga Beach. .............. Thank You!

Wanda: for ensuring that the cousins were in touch and although there was geographical distance, that their friendships continued and grew. For demonstrating that true forgiveness can happen. For you wonderful, open newfie hospitality! ............. Thank You!

Ruby: for openly encouraging, supporting and taking great pride for all that Jenn does. For opening your home to her brothers and always making them feel welcome and comfortable. For clearly showing unconditional acceptance. .............. Thank You!

Last but definitely not least, and in actuality most importantly, both my mother and Bruce's mother have had an incredible impact on the lives of my children. In fact, my mom has had one of my children, first Jennifer, then James, living with her for the past 9 years as they attended university. Although Bruce's mom went to be with the Lord almost 6 years ago, the kids still feel her presence and speak fondly of her often.

Grandma Young: for loving unconditionally, for always being excited about what your grandchildren did, no matter how small, for Sunday dinners and the second birthday parties every birthday, for being so strong and independent, for instilling a love for the family's Scottish heritage. ................ Thank You!

Nana Sears: for always being there, for being a "second mom", for truly living your faith, for opening your home to the kid's friends, for showing unconditional trust, for finding a way to ensure each one of your children (including in law children) and grandchildren feel special in their own right (no small feat with the size of our family), for the family recipe. .............. Thank You!

To each and everyone of you, I thank you for the people my children have become.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY EVERYONE!

2006-05-04T21:02:00.000-05:00

Bruce & I were in Edmonton this week. I had some business meetings I had to be at, and Bruce came along to keep me company on the drive. It's just over 3 hours straight north from Calgary to Edmonton. What we found to be quite interesting and surprising is that the landscape does not change at all the whole trip. This picture is the type of landscape we saw the whole trip, with the occasional clump of trees thrown in. We thought that we would have been able to see the mountains in the distance as we drove, however they are too far west to be seen. There was no lakes, the occassional river and some small spots of wet lands. Although it was beautiful in it's own way, well, it's not like "back home."

In Ontario, if you make a 31/2 hour trip north from Caledon where we lived, it was always interesting. The farther north you go, the more the landscape changes. The beauty of the rock formations, the number of lakes, the wildlife that was in evidence, the change in the type of vegitation, it all made for an interesting drive. Our kids always looked forward to that drive north every summer as we went to the cottage for a week or two, or went to the beach for the day. They always looked for the "big rock" as they knew it meant we were half way there. Bruce & I have always loved northern Ontario. It has always been our place to get away and find peace and contentment. We would take time away at a cottage on a lake over going to Mexico or the Caribean any time. We have often talked about buying property in northern Ontario when we retire. That dream is not gone. Although we are in West for now, and probably for many years to come, Ontario will always be home.

2006-04-24T19:34:00.000-05:00

OK, so I'm a worry wart and I'm paranoid...........hey, I'm a Mom! Isn't that what we're suppose to do?

This is a picture of my two boys. James (lots of hair) is 24 and Jason (no hair) is 21. They are amazing young men who have their heads on straight and who are well repsected by everyone. So why worry you say....well let me tell you.

James graduated from the University of Western Ontario last year with a degree in History. He returned this year to do a minor in Anthropology. For the past 2 years he has worked with street kids at the Salvation Army Youth Shelter in London, ON. Over the last 5 summers, he has worked at camps in New Jersey and Washington States with children from the inner city. He is very good with youth. He is strong yet very sensitive, and kids seem to gravitate towards him. So why worry you ask again. Well, some time over the next couple of weeks he leaves for Korea.................yes, I said Korea, ............where he is going to teach English. I am very happy and excited for him.........HONEST I AM, ............but then I worry. Although he is my restless, happy wanderer, he will be alone with no family. So, ...........I worry. I guess I'll just have to make a trip to Korea some time to check up on him. Sounds like a good idea to me.

So Jason. Jason has just finished his 3rd year as a performance music major (trumpet) at the University of Toronto. He is very gifted and could have a successful career performing if he wanted to. But that is not what he wants. He finally admits that yes, he has a gift (his tutor states the best thing about Jason is how humble he is, but that doesn't mean I can't brag about him a bit, right?), but he wants to use that gift in Ministry. He currently plays both base guitar and trumpet in a worship band, solos on his trumpet at various churches when asked, and helps out with bands as a sub when asked. So why worry about Jason you ask? Well you see, Jason is going to join the military reserves.................NEED I SAY MORE! A couple of years ago (before the Afganistan stuff), Jason applied, and was accepted. At the last minute however, they changed their mind because of Jason's childhood medical history of asthma. Jason appealed that decision and lost. I WAS SO RELIEVED! He is a persistent lad however when he truly believes in something. He under went several medical tests to prove he is more medically fit than the military demands..........and he won. He took on the military, and he won! He was so excited. I was proud of him for his sense of right and wrong and his perseverance...............but now I worry. He claims that as he will be in the reserves, he will be safe..............but still I worry.

I guess that anyone who is a mom is blessed with this wonderful curse called worry.

2006-04-18T20:26:00.000-05:00

Easter was different this year. We are so used to doing the dinner thing and the easter egg hunt with our kids (yes, my grown up kids still looked forward to the chocolate bunny and eggs every year), then doing the dinner thing and easter egg hunt again with all the neices and nephews. The first didn't happen this year, as all of our children stayed in Ontario when we moved. Not having dinner and doing the chocolate thing with them wasn't as hard as I thought (although I've had to buy chocolate for myself as theirs hasn't been around for me to "pick" at). I am resigned to the fact that we will have other times where we will look back and see as quality time (Jenn & Kevin are coming to visit in May...........YAHOO!).

What was hard was when I called home and I heard a sick daughter on the other end. Her sinuses were already bothering her a little when they went to the house of a friend. While there, she began having trouble breathing and had to leave. It seems that the person who lived in the house before the present owner had many cats. Although it has been a while since the cats inhabited the house, Jenn's allergy is as such that she still reacted. She has also now come down with a virus, so she is a sick puppy. When we lived in Ontario, although I did not necessarily run to my kids if they were sick, I always knew I could get to them quickly if I needed to. Now it would take me a day to get there. I guess this is something else I will have to wrestle with for a bit.

The second dinner happenned, only on a much smaller scale. Bruce & I went to the Good Friday Service with my brother Stephen and his family. Emily (my neice, age 9) came home with us after to spend the rest of the day and the night with us. What a blast. Emily & I did some scrapbooking together (she has a great eye for colour and space) and we pulled a special page together for her to take home and do a journal on. She was so excited though to be able to watch cable TV (they don't have cable in their house right now). She wrestled control of the TV remote away from Uncle Bruce, and didn't give it up the whole time she was here. She also downed a whole jar of peanut butter. They can't have any peanut products in their house as her sister has a peanut allergy. Emily was in seventh heaven.

On Saturday, we had a mini Sears family easter dinner at Stephen and Gayle's house. Bruce & I came bearing easter goodies for the kids. The plan was to do an easter egg hunt after dinner, but.................We plan, God laughs. Two older little ladies showed up at the house to drop off some items for easter Sunday morning just as we were getting ready to have dessert. Stephen, being the pastor he is, invited them in for tea. That cup of tea turned into a very long visit. Needless to say, Bruce & I didn't get to do the egg hunt. Oh well, the kids still got their goodies, so that is what counts. We, Stephen, Gayle, Bruce, myself and the kids all really missed not being with the rest of the Sears clan for the annual dinner and egg hunt, but we all see how God has watched out for each of us over the past year, and for that we are thankful.

2006-04-12T21:13:00.000-05:00

This is the most recent portrait of Bruce and I.
It's hard to believe we have been married almost 28 years. It's interesting that we were declared the couple least likely to make it, and are the only couple of the couples we hung out with when we were younger that did. Recently, I have reflected back as to why that is. I think that there are numerous reasons.

Bruce is the oldest of 3 children (all boys) and I am second oldest and oldest daughter of what ended up being 7 children in total. We both have the stereotypical charatcteristics of oldest children in that we are stubborn, can both be very bullheaded, like to be in charge and are both very competative. That all came in handy at times, yet wouldn't you have liked to be a fly on the wall when both of us dug our heals in on an issue. That all being said, neither of us likes to loose, so we have always done whatever it took to come out with a win/win solution when we had to. With that kind of positive stubborness, how can we loose.

Over the years, I think both of us can say that we are not only husband and wife, we are also each other's best friend. We can read each other simply through a look or a sigh. There is a great respect for what we have each accomplished, and recognize that neither of us would be were we are without the other. We also give each other personal space. We have a philosophy that we each have our own individual lives, yet we have our life together. With that kind of respect, how can we loose.

When we were first married, my dad made a statement that became indicative of the support we would receive from our family. He stated that he did not see Bruce as a son-in-law, but as a son. WOW, that was powerful. Bruce's mom used to say to me (she passed away 6 years ago) that she saw me as the daughter she never had. Whenever we needed support as a family, we could always rely on my siblings. With family support like that, how can we loose.

Over the years, I believe God has placed objective people in our lives to help us focus on the good in each other and in what we have. When some of Bruce's friends in Ontario were questioning him about why he would leave everything and move to Alberta for me, one good friend praised him for having the courage to put his life on hold so that I could accept the new position in another province. I have a long distance friend (well was a long distance friend, but is no longer) who over the years has told me over and over again that she thought I had "the good one." I don't think she realized that there were times when she said that, that I had needed to hear it. It is so good to be able to spend time with that friend and her husband now. With supportive friends like that, how can we loose.

I believe that we have always had our priorities straight. "Things" have always taken a back seat to our children and family. When other people worked two jobs and long hours, we went with the basics to ensure we could spend time with the kids and ensure their needs (not wants) were covered. Some our fondest memories (and our children's) are of picnics at the beach or skating on the rink in the back yard that Bruce had built. With proper priorities, how can we loose.

I think that for me, one of the greatest reasons why we have made it is because of my faith. I am such a hot head, and I have "foot in mouth" disease when I am mad. There have been so many times when I have prayed that God give me the right words and I have even surprised myself when I have spoken. I say what I need to say, not the "nasty" thing I had thought of saying. Not to say that I haven't said "nasty" things at times, 'cause Lord knows that "foot in mouth" has been extra large at times. I have also continually prayed that God give me a forgiving heart. It works. I honestly don't remember the reasons why I have been angry at Bruce after we have wrestled with an issue. With a caring and powerful God that sets such a loving example for us, how can we loose.

2006-04-09T16:45:00.000-05:00

So I've finally done it, started my blog. My sisters and some of my sister-in-laws (yes, I have a large family) all have one and have been after me to get one going. The problem was ...............well let's go back to the beginning.

I lived in Ontario, less than 10 kilometres from where I grew up. I was comfortable and content, my children were either living at home or living close by, and I loved my "job". I say "job", as it didn't seem like a job to me, as I enjoyed what I was doing and was truly fullfilled. To top it all off, my parents and all of my brothers and sisters outside of one all lived within close driving distance. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, life was good. I had it all planned out, keep living where we were, keep doing what I was doing, keep close to my family.

BUT............ We Plan; God Laughs

I was the co chair of the Ontario Homeless Committee for The Salvation Army. Late last April, at the Ontario Homeless Conference for which I was responsible, a gentleman from Alberta approached me and said: "Come work for me." "HA HA HA, No Way" was my response. When I returned from the conference, I shared what had happened with Bruce (my husband). I was shocked by his response: "Joanne, you should have a good look at it before you say no, you've worked hard to get to where you are, maybe this is what you need to do. Call the kids to see what they say."

SAY WHAT???

I couldn't believe what I heard from my kids. Each of them said "It's about time you did something like this. You always put us first, it's time for you now." Go figure, usually it's the mother pushing the fledglings out of the nest, here my fledglings were pushing me out. They truly are amazing, insightful people (can you tell I'm a proud mama). After a great deal of thought and prayer, and several conversations with Alberta guy, I flew to Alberta to "check it out" at the end of June. Three weeks later, I couldn't believe it, but I had moved. The other shocker was that my brother and his wife (Stephen & Gayle) were transfered to the same city in Alberta and they and their children arrived just 1 week after me. Can you say "divine intervention".

Bruce stayed in Ontario to sell our house and make sure our 2 sons were settled back in school for the fall. The plan was that he would sell the house, Jason (our youngest son) would move in with Jenn & Kevin (our daughter and son-in-law), James (our oldest son/middle child) was going to continue to live with my parents to complete one more year of school, Bruce would resign from his job of 27 years and would join me in Alberta in September.

But............We Plan, God Laughs

The house didn't sell for over 7 months. Boy was that hard. I was without my greatest supporter of 27 years for 7 long months. We were married young and are truly each others best friend and confidant. I am not a crier, but he heard many tears over the phone through out the seven months. I have come to love and appreciate him even more than I already did. God knew what he was doing when he had Stephen and Gayle transfered here as well. They have been a wonderful support.

But Bruce is here now. Actually, he was only here for 3 weeks when I had to return to Ontario for 2 weeks of business.........."Welcome to Alberta honey, oh, by the way, I'm goin' home in 3 weeks to see the kids." Ha, ha. When I got back last week, he had the office and the computer all set up for me (he's such a good guy!).

So now a new journey has begun as life rolls on. Who knows what else I will plan that God will laugh at, but I welcome it with open arms. I know that He has new and exciting things in store for me and my family.