Dear Blog....I've missed you.

 

What is a blog?  That is the question.

 

I've missed blogging

but it was starting to take up so much time when I had so many other things to do.

Lately I've been thinking of it a lot

and how I can fit it back into my life.

I am most certainly not a social butterfly but rather a homebody almost to the extreme

but even at home, I am always busy with some chore, craft or pleasure.

 

Spending a couple hours of blogging needed to be cut down on the priority list.

 

But I want to do this for me

Not that I haven't enjoyed the folks I used to follow, both reading their blogs and receiving their comments on my blog.

 

For now though, I'm going to tippie toe back into blog world, through the back door

and just slip inside.

 

This time I am blogging for me and will have to use some self discipline

Something I sorely lack.

I'm not going to spend time wandering around other blogs,

which is not to say I don't want to,

but that I have to keep my priorities.

 

My blog is for me.

My memories, thoughts, feelings, experiences.

It's meant to be a record of who I was, am and will be.

Something to have printed and leave as a legacy, something to look back on

 

Something for me.

 

I'm leaving the comment box open

But I don't expect many if any comments

Because I know I'm being selfish here.

 

But this time its for me.

 

With love, from me. 

This is absolutely amazing!!!!! check it out!!

 

This painting is truly remarkable. Even more amazing though, is that the canvas has been computerized. When you click on the link below, a much bigger version of the computerized painting appears.

Run your cursor over the people. The program tells you who they are - every single one of them. BUT (click on a person) and you obtain the individual’s life history.

This is fascinating... Can keep you busy for hours!

 

http://cliptank.com/PeopleofInfluencePainting.htm

Look ma, its melting!

 

Snow and adolescence are the only problems that disappear if you ignore them long enough

 

- Earl Wilson

The Gift

I am not a holiday-celebrating type of person

though I do love the two boxes of chocolates and the potted pink kalanchoe plant

it would not bother me any if we did not celebrate any holidays

I don't like days when you are expected to do something just because its a holiday.

That is why I didn't write a Valentine's day post

when it seems every other blogger in Blogland did.

 

However......

 

Last night I was watching Big Bang Theory

and a situation came up that made me appreciate the day.

 

Amy's gift to Sheldon was to stay in, order pizza

and watch one of his "Star Trek Wars movies"

Because she was his girlfriend and she wanted to give him

the gift that would please him the most.

 

Sheldon's gift to Amy was to give her a copy of his

personnel record of the university where he works

and tell her to look at the

"person to contact in case of emergency" field

where he had entered her name.

 

They were both thrilled beyond words

and such simplicity

made a little bit of gushy mushy inside me smile.

Bazinga

 



That's my story and I'm sticking to it

 

 

despite my best intentions,

I have let blogging fall by the wayside again, for the past few weeks

 

the reasons are identifyable

understandable

and not entirly unforgiveable

 

and after all, it is my blog

and ultimately, though I love to share with others's blogs

and truly appreciate and look forward to comments

I am doing this for me

we are all doing this for us I suspect

 

do you ever write a post that you especially like

and don't really want to cover up with a new one?

that's how I feel about my last one

I have read it over and over to myself

and love the pics of my boy when he was small

 

so that was my original reason for not updating

 

but, blogging is like a good friend who is a long ways away

it takes time, energy and true willingness to keep the friendship up

and so, I am writing again, rambling again

to keep it up

 

I printed a book of my first few years of blogging

and it is a journal of sorts

my thoughts, feelings, remembrances and experiences

together with images I felt appropriate

and shared and commented upon by others

 

It's a legacy

my children may read it someday

and laugh or cry over the parts of inner me,

things they didn't know about

 

so, am I blogging for me or for them?

I guess both

then I think, that's kind of, what's the word I'm looking for,

egotisctical in a way

 

to think that my kids would be interested in those parts of me

to think that anyone would be interested in inconspicuous little me

100 years from now, nobody alive now will remember who I was

I may hang on an ancestorial wall

part of a family tree

 

And I may even look down from above

and say....that was me.

 

 



Small town acquaintances in big town life

 

I do like Facebook for certain things.

I happened to note on "my wall" or whatever its called

that my son, Jeremy, has tickets for a hockey game
on Monday in Edmonton
and that he is "stoked" to go as he has never been to an NHL game
 

Anyways, someone commented that they were going too.

And asked who he was going with and where his seats were
and if there were "pre-drinks" arranged anywhere
(not that I needed to know that!)
 

 This someone is also named Jeremy

and therein lies the story.

 

When my son was maybe 2 years old or so,

we went to a local moms and tots group.

There was another mother who had a son also named Jeremy.

This Jeremy's grandmother had knitted him a little jacket with his name on the back

He had outgrown it and the young mother was delighted to be able to pass

it on to another Jeremy, otherwise it would have been stuck in a closet.

 

 

The mother and I didn't really stay in contact.

Both Jeremys grew up in the same town though not the same school

 both involved in things that meant running into each other

and while there was not really a close friendship,
there was a friendly small town acquaintance

One a year older than the other

 

They were both into hockey and both reffed for a time (my Jeremy not for very long).

They were both in soccer though not on the same teams as those were divided by school

and when the time came for high school,

 they attended Junior and Senior High together

(as there is only one of each).

The one had a girlfriend who was friends with a friend

They sometimes found themselves at the same party

Or happened to be hanging around with the same group at the park or the arena

Or would run into each other at a fast food place

(not McDonalds, the powers that be deem that we are too small for one here :()

 

Fast forward a few more years and they have both grown into young men

Both have left the small British Columbia town life behind
for the big bucks to be earned in Northern Alberta
Made lives for themselves as adults.
 

I had no idea they still kept tabs on each other

When suddenly this Facebook comment comes up

about two small-town boys with the same name running into each other in the big city.

 

I thought it was kinda neat.

 

 



Enough already!

 

As I sit here with my coffee and a bowl of grapes its snowing outside.

 

Again.

 

I really do think that Mother Nature has to show Old Man Winter

who wears the pants in the family

She has indulged him long enough and its time to stop.

 

 

I realize its only the end of January

and spring is still almost three months away

and yes, I chose to live here

and yes, I love living here

and yes, I do enjoy the snow

and yes, we do have beautiful winters

 

 

but when I step off the shovelled pathways to the shed, the wood shed, the garage, the garbage shed

(or lose my balance, because those pathways are getting narrower and narrower)

and step into snow past my knee-high boots, past my knees for that matter

I say enough.

 

Monty has to step off the pathways

where he is not allowed to poop (though sometimes does anyways)

and tries to crouch high enough in the deep snow so that there is a bit of space left between him and the ground or risk a poopy butt. (great mental image eh?)

I think even he says enough

 

 

In the last two days my husband and I have accumulated

a total of 6 hours shovelling.

Six hours out of our lives that will never come back.

The snow banks are higher than me in places.

He says enough.

 

 

The days are getting longer

Sunset this evening is at 5:03 precisely

by the time the longest day comes around all this snow will be gone.

 

But where will it go?

The irony is that we have to hope for a slow melt and a late spring

because it's going to be a muddy mess

That goes without saying

We have four seasons here, green, yellow, white and brown.

But this year's brown season is going to last forever.

 

 

So Old Man Winter, stop sticking your tongue out and saying "Nyah, nyah you can't get me"

 

We say enough.

 

(old man winter picture is not mine and was found on Yahoo Images linked to this blog)