Bear is Taking Out the Trash!

On Tuesday, May 24, I was up until 2:00 a.m. composing a 4 page affidavit in response to my deadbeat Ex's latest and greatest request to get away with not having to support his kids.  The motion hearing court date was scheduled for Friday, May 28th and then adjourned until Friday, June 4th.  I only received the motion on Friday, May 21st - and had the weekend to type up a response to his affidavit.  It seems that he is looking for a variance motion to have his child support arrears disappear and on-going child support to be set at $0.00.

She Nose the Snot Pump is Comin' Her Way!

Besides baby love, Scarlette Rose Cindalena has been filling my life with baby boogies this past week from her yucky cold.  Scar makes like a sneaky ninja as she twists and turns away from the snot pump and the endless tissues heading her way. It is amazing just how much her tiny nose can produce.  Well, better out than in - I say!

Today, she is already seven months old and I am shaking my head wondering where the time has gone.  I'm thoroughly enjoying each moment that I have with her and I'm taking nothing for granted.  I didn't realize that it could be like this.  Having a baby in your 40's isn't such a bad thing after all - feels like the calm after the storm - or tornado - in my case!

One of Those Days That Kinda Blew and Was Blue!

My great intentions for the day flipped, then flopped to somewhat meager results.  It seems that Lil' Miss Scarlette Rose has been more productive than myself through her ongoing hours of nursing today.  This sweet baby girl of mine loves to suckle her way to bliss and she's got the chub to show for it - not to mention - the poopy diapers.

Today was another one of those days.  The overwhelming desire to hide away from everyone has taken over me and I feel guilty for the promises and plans that I have broken.

Who Ate My Doritos?

Mac Dale (my 1st Cousin) made this commercial and he is the main star in it.  I think it's flamin' funny and very well done and I hope they win the contest!

Who Ate My Doritos?

Tissue Boxes / Boxer

Usually I can locate a tissue box when needed - perched on the back of my bed's headboard, kitchen counter, coffee table, on the chrome shelf/rack in my bathroom, etc.  But lately, whenever I need one...do you think that I can find one?  Well, it seems that a certain "Moxinator Boxerater" has a penchant for tissue boxes.

A Gift of Winter

 

This is what I woke up to this February morning - an absolute, pristine winter wonderland in my corner of the world.  It didn't last too long but I enjoyed it.  Days like today make winter a gift in itself.

 
That's my hen house to the left of the swing set in the backyard.  It's a quiet place to hang out, get away from the kids, look up at the stars and contemplate life.  This is where I go to clear my head and, inadvertently, my sinuses too -  when it's been raining out.  Can we say - smelly hen yard?  Not the first sign of Spring that I look forward to each year.

Looking out at my favorite maple tree, the driveway and lovely rail fence that was rebuilt 1.5 years ago, thanks to Norm.  Gees, looks like someone's going to have to get the shovel out!

Slowly Goes a Never-Ending Flow...

Like a brimming, black, cast-iron cauldron balanced on a shaky tripod stand, I teeter back and forth.  The momentum of life's experiences continually churn around and threaten to overflow .  The burdens of responsibility, abandonment, loss, rejection, abuse, and betrayal rise ever so slowly up to the edge of the cauldron.  My fear reaches out and steadies it to prevent all that lies beneath the surface of my facade from flowing out never-ending.  Disguised in the form of these words I have to prepare myself and pour with care to ease the spillage's effect.

Expanding, Directions and Successes...

A few things to ponder,

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
- Anais Nin -

I am expanding my life by having the courage to be vulnerable through expressing myself in this blog. Learning about others' experiences ensures that I won't shrink.

The Sister's Last Phonecall...Just Getting Some Grief Out...

Dedicated to my Sister, Cindy Morrianna Hucul Peterson
June 23, 1961 to August 26, 2009

On Wednesday, August 26, 2009 my sister, Cindy, left me a message on my answering machine. It said, “Hey Sherry, it’s me Cindy. Just calling to see how your appointment went yesterday. Give me a call back. I love you. Bye.” I had it saved for 5 months before erasing it by mistake a few days ago.

My second oldest sister, Cindy, was an R.N. who worked in the Baby Unit at a Women’s Centre – Hospital in Utah, U.S.A. She was planning on coming home to Ontario, Canada to visit family and friends and be there for the birth of my 4th baby (Alec is 14, Maggie-Mae is 12 and George is 10). I was around 34 weeks’ pregnant and high risk. It had been 10 years since my last baby was born and this pregnancy was an early 40’s surprise. Our oldest sister, Shelley, was planning a trip from B.C. to Ottawa at the same time. She would stay with our other sister, Melissa, who is between Cindy and I in age. Cindy was determined to reunite Melissa and I during her visit as we had our differences after our Mother died and weren't on speaking terms. Cindy wanted to have photos taken of ‘Us 4 Girls’. She said that life was too short and she wanted us four to get together.

Day One of The Blog Experience

You know when you are young and sometimes people ask, "What do you want to be when you grow up"?  I didn't have an answer then, but I may now.  I'm thinking a nun living a pure and simple life in a convent would have been a little more conducive to my good mental health.