
If you cannot decipher anything, then try pulling the corners of your eyes as if you were Chinese. It works !
And so, my Life…. as a Lady…. began..!
Well my flowers must know I am in a, not so good a mood these days and they are speaking to me.
They bloomed all over the yard, all at once and really perked me up.
I mostly plant roses because of the slugs. They eat everything else.
The flowers said: " Don't worry Moma. Tomorrow is another day and till then, we are here to keep you joyous." lol
I don't know who gets more depressed.
The kids for losing or the Moms because they see depressed teens after they lose,
to whom they are not allowed to speak to lol
I still hear my own Moms voice saying : "Should everything be nice ."
I think she did a better job of keeping things nice than I do.
But then they were allowed to spank and keep order in the house in them days. lol
Every time I look out the window today, I feel soooo blessed with the sun and the flowers.
I even put my turkey in to cook earlier. lol
Need some wicked tips for the day?
Avoid cutting yourself when slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold them while you chop.(Any volunteer Referees?)
Avoid arguments with the Mr. about lifting the toilet seat by letting him use the sink. They do anyway. Especially the visitors.
For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins. Remember to use a timer. or go give blood at the blood bank and get a cookie,
A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button. Or better yet, go ahead and snooze, Your job won't be there anyway.
If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives; then you'll be afraid to cough. Or wear depends. :)
You only need two tools in life - WD-40 and Duct Tape. If it doesn't move and should, use the WD-40. If it shouldn't move and does, use the duct tape. Note: Neither works under water.Use at your own risk.
Remember: Everyone seems normal, sick or gay....... until you get to know them.
If you are high.....you won't care either way.
If you can't fix it with a hammer, you've got an electrical
problem. Sometimes a little electro therapy fixes a lot of things.
Daily Thought:
SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES; NOT REALLY GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN PUSHED DOWN THE STAIRS.
Except when they learn to slink back up.
Oh, this has truly become a terrific day :)
My coffee is ready and so I will get to it.
Did you ever wonder why there are no dead penguins on the ice in
Antarctica- where do they go?
Wonder no more!!!
It is a known fact that the penguin is a very ritualistic bird which Lives an extremely ordered and complex life.
The penguin is very committed to its family and will mate for life, as Well as maintaining a form of compassionate contact with its off spring Throughout its life.
If a penguin is found dead on the ice surface, other members of the
Family and social circle have been known to dig holes in the ice, using their vestigial wings and beaks, until the hole is deep enough for the Dead bird to be rolled into and buried.
The male penguins then gather in a circle around the fresh grave and
Sing:
"freeze a jolly good fellow."
Hey,,,,, I just send them on!!!
:)
I am on the first green part at the bottom of the page and it seems to get wider there.
They start you off with 135 stitches then seems to increase to 202 stitiches at the part I am at now. I hope it doesn't increase more. Maybe it will decrease once you do some other gathering thingy.
I didn't read through the pattern. I am just going line by line.
The colors are very pretty so I couldn't resist not making it. It needs a yellow duck now. lol
Later. :)
Sarah Mclachlan
I will remember you
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSz16ngdsG0&feature=related
I loved Montreal as a kid.
Montreal was originally a Mohawk town called Hochelaga, when Jaques Cartier came in 1535
In 1642 a fur trading town Ville Marie was founded by Sieur de Maisoneuve.
When the English took over in 1762 it all became Montreal.
Montreal allowed alcohol, burlesque etc....in the 1930's
In 1960 it was busy building Expo 67 Worlds Fair and a subway system which later followed with the Olympics in 1976 and a new stadium.
Montreal lost many jobs when the St Lawrence opened up and business went further inland.
Then the Separatist movement began when De Gualle came and yelled out : Vive le Quebec Libre!
This resulted in the Pierre LaPorte Kidnappings and Trudeaus War Measures Act.
No one feared it because it only concerned political radicals.
The licence plates changed from la Belle Province to Je me Souviens.
The English Language was outlawed.
You could speak any other language except English lol
If you were an English customer they refused to serve you in English.
And recently they found out that there were not that many French here for the English to take over in 1762 but this small group of separatists made enough trouble to make 700,000 people leave to keep peace.
Mayor Drapeau who had a vision for his Montreal, told the Separatists if they separate he will separate Montreal from them and then the Indians followed suit so Quebec saw, they would be left with very little if they separated including having to develop a new currency.
It was an exciting, dynamic place to live.
We had a lot of discussions and learned many social things in those days,
most of Canada has yet to learn
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All in all it was a fun place to live.
We had the most snow. Tons of it.
It was nothing like Toronto where the cold is just unbearable.
Montreal was humid most of the time.
We’d get so excited when Jack Frost would visit our windows.
He was such a good painter and as far as I know, he never went to school.
So there must have been some divine intervention. lol
The snowflakes that followed would be huge, fluffy and drifted like feathers from the heavens,
landing ever so softly on the ground.
We tried as hard as we could to find some we could see the patterns in.
Sometimes we even took our magnifying glasses outside to have a clearer view.
We’d dig tunnels to climb in and imagined they were enchanted castles.
We’d climb our trees and sit there breathing the brisk air, watching the holy spirit stream out of our mouths (that’s what we’d pretend it was)
and dream we were on top of mountain peaks.
If we’d get a little drizzle, it would turn into a real winter wonderland, blue and sparkly and holy.
Truly a sight to behold.
The peace and solitude and quiet was tremendous outside.
Every year we were blessed by winters such as these and every year we’d looked forward to more of them.
The trees bent their bows in a majestic eloquent display, saluting old man winter.
Who said they needed green leaves when winter gave them white ones?
Snow saved them from the frost.
We had electric heating so I would shut mine off in my room and open the sliding window just a smidgen,
snuggle into my warm blankees and wake up the next morning with rosy cheeks and a red nose.
The first thing I’d do is run to the window to see how much snow collected and to feast my eyes.
You always slept sooooooo well this way and you never wanted to die.
I would ask my Mom when she tucked me in, why do we have night?
I want it to be day and day and day all the time
I haven’t changed much. I should live in Alaska. My dream would come true.lol
We’d open the front door and it would always be half covered in snow, so we’d have fun shoveling it all out, just to turn around and have to shovel to get back to the front door again.lol
Like they say, when it rains it pours, so it was with the snow.
No one complained. Every one was happy, the young, the old, the sick the lame.
My street was cosmopolitan.
We had a little girl with polio across the street and her dad would take her out to sit on the wheel chair.
We were good friends.
Every one spoke a different language and we loved each other, helped each other. It was great.
Then we’d build our snow men. They grew to be up to 7 feet tall. We liked doing it cause the snow man
collected all the snow we’d need to otherwise shovel.
We enjoyed playing, throwing snow balls, making angels, skating. We had a small hill (Agins Hill, never knew the name really. Just kids would say: Lets go to Agins hill lol) nearby so we tobogganed
on it. My Dad got me skis and he said this hill is good to learn on, so I’d go and ski on it.
It took a second to go down and an hour to climb back up. lol
One day I fell and continued rolling down hill but the boot wouldn’t come out of the ski, which was stuck three feet deep into the snow.
I wrenched my knee real good and had to limp home but I was darned if I was going to show any pain,
cause if I did that, my parents would not let me go to the hill anymore. I had a hard enough time getting them to let me wear pants.lol
When I went to college and we had this kind of weather, I would walk cross country about 20 kms. ( I should check this out) there and back. We had no classes but it was fun to get there, sit in the caf drinking hot coffee. Warming up,do some studying.
You’d imagine you lived up in the Alps.You had to imagine, cause it was never going to happen. But dreams come true.
You never know what life has in store for you.
Resting, you’d people watch, to see what other foolish persons decided to go to school that day loll
Most of the day was spent walking and I’d get home with blisters but feeling thoroughly fulfilled.
I had an adventure.