Dinner Table conversation

Dinner table conversation between me and my six year old

Me:  "Darrell how on earth did you get so cute?"

Darrell:  "You, Daddy and God made me this way"

Me: "oh?  and what part did I make?"

Darrell: "you made my heart Momma"

Me:  "how do you know I made your heart?"

Darrell:  "cause your loving and kind"  thinks for a moment and says to his father who hasn't said a word or done anything besides eat through all this "and you made my penis and my butt"

Wonder if he meant to imply his father is a dick and an ass....................

Country in the City

I live in a world of landscaped yards.  To anyone who knows me you'll find the thought laughable.  I've never been known as one to color within the lines, heck I was never the girl coloring the picture I was too busy drawing it out for myself!  Yet here I am, surrounded by Martha Stewart landscapes wondering If I should attempt to fit in with the Jones's or should I dare to color my yard in the millions of different colors that swim around in my head.

To me there are two ways to truly know summer is here, the beach and gardening season.  There is something......godlike, about taking a little seed and nurturing it till it grows. The smell of the rose, its color becomes somehow sweeter when its grown at the determined hand of a loving gardener.

The usual fills my patio all in bloom, wave petunias, geraniums in their stunning red....but my yard needed something.......more to it this year then what was being seen in every other yard on this block.  Now take my stubborn nature, add this recent health food kick and one country girl living in the city and what do you come up with??????


Take a look and see:

 Above: Getting the box garden set up

 Window boxes full of fresh herbs (sage, basil)

 growing in the little garden:  Tomatoes (my favorite), pumpkin plant (Darrell insisted), peas, cucumber, peppers, carrots, lettuce, celery, watermelon, honeydew melon

 Darrell picked out all the flowers for the planters this year, guess he was feeling overly Canadian since I ended up with half a dozen planters of red and white flowers.

 First blooms on my roses (been growing numerous roses throughout my yard for years, this one plant was bought the year before moving into the house)

A little Nail Polish Fix

  A miserable day at work, one of those days that leave you feeling like your a complete idiot cause you keep messing up the easiest of tasks.  Follow that with my body doing some sort of exercise protest that leaves me feeling sore in places I didn't know I had, a night of little to no sleep...................well it was just a crappy day to say the least.  So what did I do about it?

     I came home, put my son to bed and lined up about every nail polish I had.  I did the simple task of removing the old, filing my nails just the way I like them, letting my cuticles soak as I began to become relaxed at at ease.  OK maybe it was the open nail polish beside me filling my living room with its alcoholic scent that gave me the sense of euphoria, the heaviness of my rotten day melted away...........better still, I ended up with some damn cute nails to boot, certainly a hell of a lot cheaper then the bottle of wine and pound of chocolate I thought would put this day behind me.

 http://www.nail-art-101.com/newspaper-nails.html

(check out this blog its become my nail bible!)

RCMP are Laid to Rest.

Four Black Horses 

Four black horses without riders 

Galloped the Alberta plain; 

Four black horses, sent from Depot 

To bring the boys home again. 

Four black horses with empty saddles 

Race the cold prairie sun; 

Four black horses arrive at the farmyard 

As the last bullet leaves the gun. 

Four black horses stand with heads bowed 

Wait til the echoes subside; 

Four black horses turn as they're mounted, 

Now their heads held high with pride. 

Four mounted policemen take hold of the reins 

Spur their mounts holding lances high; 

Four black horses, red serge in the saddles, 

Disappear in the Alberta sky. 

by Jim McGregor

My love and thanks to the whole force for their valiant work, and to the families that support them so they can do this job every day.  We tend to forget that tho these men and woman are true heroes they are also mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, daughters and sons.  They feel fear, they feel sorrow, what makes them heroes is their ability to continue on for the greater good.  My prayers are with you now and always.

Lock Down in Moncton

     Wednesday evening began like any other.  I came home mentally exhausted from work, plopped myself down while my stomach begged me to cook it something to eat, and attempted to forget for a moment about all the things that must be done the following day.  A perfectly normally day like a million others...........in till the phone rang.  Lock your doors.........gun man.......3 dead.......this is what I could make out as my husband spoke to his aunt.  "should I lock the doors?" I mouthed sarcastically thinking whatever he was talking about was nothing really to worry about.  My gut went cold when he shock his head yes.

     A young man well armed had shot and killed 3 police officers, two more were wounded and rushed to the hospital and my city had gone into lock down.  "Stay in your homes, close your blinds, lock your doors" messages said across social media sites from the RCMP.  T.V's went on to follow live coverage, radios were listened to were a t.v wasn't available, and every citizen in this city listened and waited.

     I could hear helicopters flying over my home, sirens and police surrounded everywhere in our location.  Business shut and locked their doors, buses and taxes were pulled from the road, Schools were closed as the RCMP continued to search,  ( For the record I haven't mentioned the shooters name because I refuse to take part in giving the shooter any more fame then hes already been given) Moncton held its breath and prayed.

     I can't say what was going through this young man's mind as he aimed and shot.  I can't speak on behalf of the hatred that must have been consuming him, or what caused him to reach such a point.  What I do know is that after the valiant efforts of the RCMP, when this young man was captured two days later, the citizens of Moncton took their first peaceful breath.

   
     I've lived in Moncton most of my life, its my home.  I've watched the city grow, the buildings change, I've watched over the years as we lost, or so I thought, some of our east coast town charm and grew into a larger more thriving city.  After having a child 6 years ago I actually thought of leaving this city, thinking we had become more of the seed among the thorns then the seed planted in good soil.

6"Other seed fell on rocky soil, and as soon as it grew up, it withered away, because it had no moisture. 7"Other seed fell among the thorns; and the thorns grew up with it and choked it out. 8"Other seed fell into the good soil, and grew up, and produced a crop a hundred times as great." As He said these things, He would call out, "He who has ears to hear, let him hear."…

Luke 8: 6-8

     Yet as the city returned to normal we began to do something that changed my mind.  We express our joy as a community, we grieved as a community, and we expressed our thanks as a community.  Flowers, cards, candles lined the street of the police station as our city gave its thanks and expressed its sympathy.  As the RCMP hunted for this man hundreds  of off duty policemen and woman from surrounding provinces came to help in the search.  Stores changed their signs in their windows from the days deals to love and thanks to our RCMP and all the first responders.  Instead of allowing this lone gun man to destroy our safety, our home, we united and came out stronger, more bonded to each other.

     On Tuesday Moncton will hold a service for the fallen RCMP officers who gave their life in the line of duty.  Officers from all over my fantastic country will come to mourn this loss and celebrate these brave men lives.  The service is held in our coliseum which seats 6554 and is open to the public, today is Sunday and they are already issuing out notices that seating will be limited.  That many people will be there to honor these brave men.

     Today my son and I went to lay flowers down on the front step of the police station with our own thank you and as we turned around to leave my son saw a police officer.  He rushed him and said "thank you for saving my city from the bad guy, you are my hero"

From the mouth of babes. 

My city during lock down, not a soul in sight