Tree Of Forgiveness

'The Tree of Forgiveness', by Edward Coley Burne-Jones

This painting illustrates a classical legend, Phyllis and Demaphoön. After the conquest of Troy, Demaphoön, the son of Theseus, stayed at the court of the King of Thrace. Phyllis, the king’s daughter, fell in love with the visitor. Demaphoön agreed to marry Phyllis but first returned to Attica to sort out his affairs. Demaphoön was away so long that Phyllis lost hope of his return and in a fit of anguish killed herself. The gods took pity on her and turned her into an almond tree. When Demaphoön eventually did return he was filled with remorse and embraced the almond tree. Immediately the tree blossomed and Phyllis emerged to forgive her lover.


I'm planting my own tree of forgiveness tomorrow and hope that it will flourish in the new year.

Because if it does I will too.

Christmas Is Over (-_-)

GIGI

I loved this movie.

I woke up this morning in such a happy mood. I was singing (in a very poor french accent) to Rosey, Maurice Chevalier's, Thank Heaven For Little Girls.

I can only attribute it to the fact that Christmas has past and I'm very happy that I survived another one. Also Rosey is my dear and sweet companion who pleases me immensely. I'm looking forward to the New Year in anticipation of being more healthy, mentally and physically.

We were supposed to have New Year's Day dinner with my sister J2, but......her mother-in-law will be there and she is recovering from the norwalk viris. She told my other sister B and I this little tidbit when we were out to lunch yesterday. (They took me out for a belated birthday treat).

Supposedly some persons infected can be contagious for up to two weeks, so she wanted to warn us. Neither B nor I were willing to take any chances so we declined and J2 understood our wariness completely. I feel sorry for her, she's a very kind and gracious woman.

What am I going to do today?

ANYTHING I WANT!! YEAH!!!!

Have A Happy Happy Whatever................. :)

What A Heel

For the past couple of months, my legs have been in excruciating pain. It hurt to even walk. They even hurt when I was doing nothing. I was terrified of what might be the problem. Thoughts of bone cancer, MS, or some terrible ailment was running thru my mind.

I went to my doctor and explained my symptoms and he sent me for a series of tests. I had a call back from his office last week that he wanted to see me. Today I went in to see him and all he said was that my iron was low. (Story of my life).

"What about my legs"? I enquired. "Nothing showed up", he said.

We talked about anything different I might have been doing, or any change in footwear.
Well....I thought about it and realized that I have been wearing flat shoes since last June. All my adult life I have worn high shoes or boots. (block heel, haha)

Very seriously, he asked me why I changed. With him looking at me so intently, I tried to think of a logical explanation. Nothing came to mind, so I said, "they were cute, so I bought a few".

He said, "go back to your regular shoes and see me next month".

Christmas Trivia

Dec 28 1987
R. Gene Simmons kills two coworkers and injures four others in Russellville Arkansas, and then surrenders. The busy man had killed 14 of his relatives over the Christmas holidays.

Doesn't that make you all warm and fuzzy??

Now that was a man who didn't like Christmas.

Boxing Day

It is illegal here for stores to be open on Boxing Day, so everyone just stays home and relaxes. Rosey seems to have it down right so I'm going to follow her direction.














I'm going to be decadent this year and have a hot turkey sandwich with home made fries and gravy, as opposed to the usual cold turkey sandwich on 14 grain bread.
Thanks to Ur-Spo, I was wondering what DVD to watch and Angels In America is a perfect choice. I haven't watched it again since I first bought it and it's time.

Happy, Happy, Boxing Day!! :)

Strollin' Down The Avenue........

I can just see Rosey and I now. (If I can do it) :)














My youngest sister, B (I have three, the other two shall be J1 and J2 respectively to their ages) bought these outfits for Rosey and I for Christmas. My vest is folded so you can't see the entire thing but it is beautiful. Rosey's coat is absolutely gorgeous. It's lined with soft black pile. Unfortunately it's way too big so I have to return it. B gave me the receipt and I nearly collasped. They cost a bloody fortune!!

Rosey, Princess and I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas morning at B's house. That was a memory that was worth it's weight in gold. My neice(5) was so excited over santa coming. She put out sprinkles(bright colored baking ones) on their back deck so that santa's reindeer could spot her house easily. Then she put out the cookies and milk for Santa. Then she went to bed.

My sister and I went to bed around 9. (After my sister wrote a note from Santa and I left crumbs on the plate and drank the milk).
The spare bedroom upstairs is next door to my neice so she came in with me because she couldn't sleep. I told her stories, she told me stories, Rosey licked her forever, but.......still she couldn't sleep. By 10:30, I'm half asleep and thought she went back to her room.

She comes in my room, literally jumping saying, "Santa was here! Santa was here! He ate his cookies and drank his milk. And he left me a letter". She's waving this piece of paper in front of my face.

I'm half asleep, but I have to think quick. Her father is watching, It's A Wonderful Life, with Princess and it's his job to put out the Santa presents.

"You're not supposed to see that until the morning", I said. "He may be peeking in the window, quick put it back". She tore off down the stairs, came back and hopped into bed.

To be with a five year old child on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning is a treasured moment. I am so happy that I was able to experience that once again.

'Twas The Night Before Christmas......

Between the licking and the frosting, I don't know who got more, my five year old neice or the cake.

She got an easy bake oven. Doesn't every girl? :)

The cake got stuck to the pan and I had to do some reconstructive surgery before it was frosted.















There is a god!! Or a mother looking over me. Princess decided to leave for Houston today instead of Dec. 30. Her uncle lives there and her sister is coming in from Trinidad. She gets to spend Christmas with both sides of her families.

That got me off the hook. I don't have to go for Christmas dinner after all. Princess and I went to my sister's last nite (with Rosey in tow). It was wonderful and we had a beautiful dinner. Then we played games with the kids(one 5, one 14). Perfection and The Simpsons Clue Game.

Prior to the meal, Princess and her cousins were playing monopoly. I happened to overhear someone owned "crack alley". Guess where that was.......yup!
Then my nephew put up houses on it and they were calling them crack houses.

Anyway, today my other sister dropped Princess off at the airport and then me off at home. Because Princess wasn't going to be there I felt no obligation to attend Christmas dinner with you know who. This sister is also only going to be at our other sister's house just for the meal.
What a shame, we had so much fun last year.

Our family is very close, kind and considerate. The children(us) are polite, well mannered and taught to be respectful. We don't cause scenes in public , we don't respond to people who do, because that's the way we are. BUT.........

My sister-in law, she has been creating scenes in front of us since she entered our family. We put up with her because she is our brother's wife. She hasn't talked to her own mother and father since she was eighteen.

She has been very cruel to our mother and since we all lived away we were not always there to protect her. When we were, she didn't want us to say anything because the bitch would keep her children away from our mom. Well...........our mother is gone now, and I could not sit down to a Christmas Dinner with her and pretend that all was okay. In the past I did but no more.

On a lighter note,

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT............

I Think I'll Be Okay.....My Right Arm Is Sore Though

Cute, huh. Everyone should have their own "Rosey".

INLAW OR OUTLAW.......That is the question

Last nite I got home from a wonderful dinner with my daughter. I had talked to my family earlier in the day except my younger sister. I called her and my five year old neice answered the phone. She then began to sing me happy birthday, ending with, "happy birthday dear aunt maggie". Made my day, she's a scamp!
Then her mother came on the phone telling me how she was so looking forward to christmas family dinner this year.(It's at her place) "What's so different about us this year"? I innocently asked. WELL.......

She then sprung it on me that our brother and his wife and two children are going to be there. You could have heard a pin drop, "There's nothing wrong with that, is there"? she said.
"No, not at all", I replied, "I gotta' go, bye".

WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT???

She's a fucking bitch. My thoughts of a wonderful christmas dinner with family just went down the tubes. She's mean, rude, two faced, I wouldn't call her a snowman but.............abominable does come to mind. We have all put up with her antics over the years because we are descent folk. BUT I didn't want to spend Christmas with her. There is much more to the story but my word will have to suffice.

This morning I woke up and started to knit. (self help therapy) :)

I made my older sister a scarf that I was promising her. I knit fancy ones with ribbons and multi colored yarn.

Then I made Rosey a wrap that looks like confetti (she doesn't like sweaters). I'd post a picture but I haven't sewn on the velco yet.

I'm now knitting a scarf for Rosey................

MERRY XMAS

This is a story about what christmas is all about..........


There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no actual address. He thought he should open it to see what it was about.

The letter read:

Dear God,
I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?

Sincerely,
Edna

The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.

Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God.
All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened.

It read:

Dear God,
How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift.

By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it must have been those bastards at the Post Office.


GOT YA!!! :)

Happy Birthday To Me........

Isn't he cute?

I like bears, so I have a few of them.

Today

First I'm going to the office, to meet up with Princess. (She's at the gym)

I'm taking impressions of her teeth and then going to make her trays so that she can bleach her teeth. They are already beautiful but a little whiter will be a boost.

Then we are going out to lunch at a restaurant of my choice. She doesn't know this yet but a movie is also on the table.

For anyone else out there celebrating today.......... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

I'll Be Home For Christmas......

Last summer I bought a gnome to be company for the one I already had, "The Meditator".
Who could be more appropriate for him than, "The Storyteller". ( In my way of thinking anyway). :) Princess loved The Storyteller because that's what she does. She can have my kidney, my liver, any organ I have, but I wouldn't let go of my storyteller.
BAD MOTHER!!!!

Anyway, she gets one of her own this Christmas.













Princess is in the middle, can you tell which gnome is which?
HaHa!















This was another little fellow she wanted, "Will", being in the academia that she is. :)


I was asking people this week, "what was your most memorable Christmas"?

I don't have one as yet, but I think this year might be it.

Guardian Angels

Guardian Angels
Guardian angels are assigned not only to every living human soul but to all the inhabitants of earth. They know exactly what you need for your development, your divine life purpose and your agenda is their agenda. Guardian angels NEVER leave your side from birth through death no matter what mistakes you make. Like God/dess, they love you no matter what. Everyone, even the most negative people you can think of, Charles Manson, Saddam Hussain, Adolf Hitler, all have (or had) guardian angels throughout their lives. However, when humans incarnate on earth, we come down here with no memories of what we are and where we came from. We are given freedom of choice. Our guardian angels can give us guidance and love but it is our free choice whether we listen to it or not. As you can imagine, often times, negative people don’t listen to their guardian angels.

Today I was at the bus stop across from my apartment and a car was going by very slowly along the curb with it's flashers on. I immediately flashed back to a memory that was hidden in the recess of my mind.

I was on the 401 (a popular highway in Toronto) with a friend and driving in the fast lane. I love speed and thrived on being able to do so in my sports car. I took the off ramp that was taking us to our destination. Just as I did, my car started to shut down. It slowly took us to a strip mall where there was a 24 hour coffee shop where I could park my car. I went into the shop and explained my situation and asked them to please watch over my car until the next morning. (It was late and no garages were open).

After that my friend and I took the bus back home and stopped into our local neighbourhood bar/restaurant. We sat down at a table and I happened to glance at the bar. There sitting on a stool was my then boyfriend and I'll never forget his look. He was surprised to see me. I didn't know why at the time but I found out later.

The next day, I went to pick up my car and ............there was a garage right next door to where I parked my car. Seems someone had disconnected a couple of plugs on my car and it was running directly from the battery instead of the alternator. It could have shut down on me when I was in the fast lane, which would have meant sure death.

Then I knew what the surprised look was about.

Do You Be Believe In Santa Claus?

I had a patient in last week with her four children. (Actually I posted their drawings)
When the six year old was in the chair I was asking her about Santa. By the twinkle in her eye I knew, the jig was up. "You know something", I said. She said her mommy puts santa's name on their gifts. I said, "oh".
Later the mom told me that they don't encourage the "idea" of santa. Her husband was very upset when he found out that santa wasn't real and he blamed his father for lying to him. (Sounds like he needs some time on the couch)
I felt sad but it was none of my business.

Today I had a patient that has two small children (5 & 6) that had a completely different view on the situation. My view also. Believing in Santa is a special time for a child. The excitement, the anticipation, are beyond what lies ahead of us as adults.

Her husband is an author and has a true story in a book named, Christmas in the Maritimes.

(Very short version) One evening he and his son (6) were in a mall and there was the typical mall Santa. Cheesy outfit, but HE DID have a real beard.
His son was already a bit skeptical about santa and said to his dad, "I don't think santa is real, do you"? His dad, dissappointed that the time had come said, "I don't know, but I bet if he was he would never forget the names of his children".

Well.........Daddy walks up to Santa and says, "hello Santa". Santa says, "Jamie, how big you've grown, how are you". (Daddy's name is Jamie)

His son is blown away. Daddy is saved for another year and a child's innocence is intact.

PS "Santa" was an actor that Jamie knew from school. :)

Persons of Ginger

In the spirit of Christmas, I thought this was cute.

Stupid Shit

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The Antipost of The Alphabet Meme

This is a car that I loved. I have (almost) always had a sports car but this one was my favorite. It was stolen by my ex-boyfriend in the hopes that it would capture my attention and get me to contact him.



(I left him and all my belongings when I found out my mother was dying. My brother picked me up, broken as I was, and.....the rest is history. He found an extra set of my keys in one of my bags, I'm guessing).

It wasn't worth my life no matter how much I loved it. He put me thru hell so much that I have yet to recover. I have had many obstacles in my life to overcome but this was (is) the most difficult. I will disclose the details at a later date but right now I am going to use this meme to vent.

A is for the Asshole who stole my car.

B is for the Bastard who stole my car.

C is for my Corvette.

D is for the Deadbeat that I lived with for 9 years.

E is for the Energy that I put into the relationship.

F is for my Family. They have been wonderful to me.

G is for how Great I feel when I come home to peace and quiet.

H is for how Happy I used to be before I met him.

I is for me. I am alive.

J is for my Job. I love what I do.

K is for Kill. Which he would do if he could find me.

L is for Love. I love my daughter and thank god for her every day.

M is for Medications. I'm angry that I have to take them.

N is for Natalie. My baby.

O is for "Oh no", what do I do now?

P is for Pissed off that I'm still allowing him to affect my life.

Q is for Question. What can I do to conquer this ?

R is for Rosey. She is teaching me to love again.

S is for Sharing. Thank you.

T is for Toronto. I miss all my friends but I can't go back because of A.

U is for Understanding. I know why A is the way he is but I'm tired of feeling sorry for someone's else's behavior.

V is for Victorious. Which someday I will be.

W is for Why. Why did I allow myself to be treated the way I was?

X is for X+A = DISASTER

Y is for You. Who had to read this. Sorry.

The Land That I Love

If you have been a good person in life, when you die, your soul will go to Cape Breton Island.
That's a saying we have.

Once a Caper always A Caper
No matter where you live or how long you have been away, you always say you are going home.

We are connected to the "mainland" of Nova Scotia by a causeway but still consider ourselves separate. Years ago the mainlanders looked down upon us Islanders as inferior people. Now they are happy to hop on our bandwagon because of the success of our musicians and the beauty of our Island has become world known. The Cabot Trail has been hailed as one of the most beautiful scenic drives in the world.

Celtic Colours: About Cape Breton Island
(see if you can find Big Pond)