tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57939004337905311642024-02-19T01:53:45.182-05:00Penthouse Fifty-Sevena peek inside both the physical walls and the emotional walls of my existanceZiggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-8725820180482168362012-02-05T23:02:00.002-05:002012-02-05T23:05:17.638-05:00Little Houses ... by Doug Stone<strong>A little white house, in the heart of town,<br /> On a little sad street, just a little run down,<br /> Became a home, for Bill and Sue, <br />Two newlyweds, who did the best that they could do.<br /> And when they brush each other, passin' in the hall, <br />Sue would smile and say: "This place is pretty small.<br /> <br />But you know, love grows best in little houses, <br />With fewer walls to separate,<br /> Where you eat and sleep so close together.<br /> You can't help but communicate, <br />Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.<br /> Love grows best, in houses just like this.<br /> <br />Before too long, Sue and Bill, <br />Were makin' plans, for Jack and Jill.<br /> Oh, happy day, when the news came in <br />But what to do, when they found out Sue was having twins.<br /> When they could not pass each other in the hall, <br />Well, Sue would smile and say: "This place is really, really small. <br /><br />But you know, love grows best in little houses, <br />With fewer walls to separate,<br /> Where you eat and sleep so close together.<br /> You can't help but communicate, <br />Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.<br /> Love grows best, in houses just like this.<br /> <br />That little white frame house still keeps them warm, <br />Though it's been thirty-two years, since the kids were born, <br />And when they look back now, they hold each other tight, <br />And whisper in each other's ears: "You know you were right. <br /><br />Because love grows best in little houses, <br />With fewer walls to separate,<br /> Where you eat and sleep so close together.<br /> You can't help but communicate, <br />Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.<br /> Love grows best, in houses just like this.<br /> <br />Yeah, love grows best, in houses just like this.</strong><br /><br /><br /><em>one of my favourites ... and so fitting in my life!</em>Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-55804390867061679712012-02-04T15:06:00.003-05:002012-02-05T15:21:42.832-05:00A Day with Gramma.So I had lunch with my Grandmother today.<br /><br />She's 85 and has been blessed with good health. She still lives on her own and is completely independent and self sufficient. My sister and I were going weekly for a couple of years when my grandfather was ill and following his death. Last summer we cut back to every other week and then more recently cut back again to once a month. I would like to see her more, but we have to travel to see her and with work and family commitments I just couldn't keep up the weekly or even biweekly schedule. Phone calls help to bridge the time between visits.<br /><br />It saddens me sometimes that people don't take the time to spend with aging relatives. Sometimes I think there is a disconnect between generations ... and often we just become so absorbed in ourselves and our lives that we don't make the time for them. I'm guilty of this as well, having cut back on our visits over the last year. <br /><br />I value this time with my Gramma and love to here her stories of long ago. My other Gramma, battling Alzheimers and dementia, lives in a nursing home now and I spend Wednesday evenings with her. I miss the days when she could share stories, offer words of wisdom and a be shoulder to cry on. Her illness stole her away from the rest of us many years ago and left us with her physical presence alone. <br /><br />If you are fortunate enough to have aging relatives still living in your family, take the time to appreciate them. Spend a day with them and be generously rewarded with their love. Tell them you love them and give them a hug. We never know when our family treasures will be stolen from us. <br /><br />Enjoy them today.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-82646818972046009942012-02-03T22:18:00.004-05:002012-02-03T22:57:25.557-05:00Why Does This Bother Me?Sigh.<br /><br />I'm trying not to let this bother me, but it's proving easier said than done.<br /><br />George is only 16ish weeks along and burt's family is over the moon gushing over her pregnancy and busting at the seams trying to reach me to start planning her baby shower.<br /><br />Seriously??<br /><br />First of all, although I am supportive of my daughter and her choice to have this baby, I do not feel that these two children are ready to have children. Neither have finished high school ... burt only works part time to pay for his sporting activities ... george is not currently working at all ... they fight more then they get along ... he has been violent with her in the past. Having said that, while I disprove of the situation they have found themselves in, the reality is that baby is a reality. A precious gift. A treasured life. And I will do everything in my power to not only make sure that baby is healthy, safe and happy but also to help george be the best mother she can be. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for her or her baby.<br /><br />I could be brutally honest and get into detail of what I think about burt and his family, but it would serve no purpose. George and burt have decided to have this baby and there will always be that bond between them, regardless of the outcome of their own personal relationship. It also means I permanent connection between our two families. <br /><br />But burt's mom had better back off.<br /><br />george is my daughter.<br /><br />You are not my family. I don't even like you. I would be quite content to plan a shower for my side of the family and you plan one for your side. That way you don't have to like where I want to have the shower ... you don't have to agree on the games and food I plan ... you don't have think it's silly that I don't want to do a jack & jill style shower. You don't have to be disappointed that with only 24 weeks left I don't have all the details worked out. <br /><br />You go ahead and plan whatever you want and leave me to do my own thing when I think the time is right.<br /><br />GRRRRR.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-33106952251657722812012-02-02T01:00:00.001-05:002012-02-02T01:00:02.246-05:00Today's Challenge: Say "hi" to a StrangerHow many people do we pass each day and not even make eye contact? So caught up in ourselves and own worlds we fail to truly see the world around us. Smile at a stranger today and say "hi." You may get a smile in return, or better yet, lift someone's spirits just a little. See what good comes out of a simple hello :)Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-89204087748686269442012-02-01T23:31:00.003-05:002012-02-01T23:40:42.214-05:00A Promise Kept.A couple of years ago I tried, unsuccessfully, to become a bone marrow donor on the OneMatch Stem Cell and Bone Marrow Registry (formerly the Unrelated Bone Marrow Registry). I was rejected early in the process based on my weight, which was about 20 pounds above their acceptable range for a donor.<br /><br />Not only was I disappointed, I was embarrassed.<br /><br />I set a goal and made a promise to myself that one of the first things I would do as I lost weight was try again.<br /><br />This time around I have not only passed the initial screening steps, I have also just completed the DNA testing stage bringing me one step closer to becoming a registered donor.<br /><br />Goal achieved and promise kept :)Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-83795345585966379492012-01-24T09:22:00.009-05:002012-01-25T08:10:59.610-05:00Today's Challenge: Enjoy a Cup of Tea!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9sFPmICrPdbbcukDCR7SiUNu5BHkAkbKuOSK3o3SoMk5aekEBG1f7CpM3NbGuWXHppj4PjIenm6Us1bDws7ROcxcTf_1SZQKtLBnFvbvNfobZbZhyI0z-Pm9hI82JZRrbxMSbjLZSqp0/s1600/Cup_Of_Tea_Wallpaper__yvt2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9sFPmICrPdbbcukDCR7SiUNu5BHkAkbKuOSK3o3SoMk5aekEBG1f7CpM3NbGuWXHppj4PjIenm6Us1bDws7ROcxcTf_1SZQKtLBnFvbvNfobZbZhyI0z-Pm9hI82JZRrbxMSbjLZSqp0/s200/Cup_Of_Tea_Wallpaper__yvt2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701211023251058978" /></a><br /><em><strong>Strange how a teapot can represent at the same time the comforts of solitude and the pleasures of company. ~Author Unknown</strong></em><br /><br />Ahhh.<br /><br />Is there anything more comforting then a hot cup of tea? Whether in solitude or in the pleasure of company? I think not.<br /><br />I've recently been introduced to <a href="http://www.teaopia.ca">Teaopia</a> loose leaf teas and can't begin to tell you how much I'm enjoying trying all their different varieties of tea. I've become quiet the connoisseur with all my new loose leaf tea accessories. Although I haven't found one yet that I dislike, I'm quickly narrowing down my list of favourites which include a Rooiboss blend "Summer Breeze," an Oolong blend "Plum Oolong" and a Sencha Green blend "Cactus Fig."<br /><br />Whether you enjoy loose leaf or bagged, herbal or black, in solitude or in company .... please take 15 minutes to lose yourself in a cup of tea today.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-29457750126520104312012-01-22T22:48:00.005-05:002012-01-24T09:32:49.787-05:00Second Anniversary.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx7-qYf7Lbrnds4vEoqcQu7aJy2K3_gZABoRtEPhnYHDAXvFoLfO3miyUw16MC5fvP3LirIPECkeqR4RfNcehg3UmrV9J-xloqVWmCEq6yjEC8aKi3_pkGfqshP2i7IclAJNJihiNBtfI/s1600/ultrasound+jan+2012.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx7-qYf7Lbrnds4vEoqcQu7aJy2K3_gZABoRtEPhnYHDAXvFoLfO3miyUw16MC5fvP3LirIPECkeqR4RfNcehg3UmrV9J-xloqVWmCEq6yjEC8aKi3_pkGfqshP2i7IclAJNJihiNBtfI/s200/ultrasound+jan+2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701044195433404114" /></a><br />How fitting. On the second anniversary of the loss of her first baby, George announced to all that she is expecting in July. 14 weeks along, I've know since she was very early but kept her secret until she felt ready to make the announcement. <br /><br />As I quietly remember the precious life lost, I celebrate this new beginning and pray for good health for both George and her baby.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-16325802368174177212011-07-26T14:10:00.002-04:002011-07-26T14:40:04.989-04:00Breathe.To draw in air and expel it from the lungs. To take in oxygen and give out carbon dioxide through natural processes.<br /><br /><em><strong>Natural</strong></em> processes.<br /><br />We do it from birth. The first sign of life. It sustains us.<br /><br />As a young teen I can remember lying still in my bed holding my breath; and when I couldn't hold it any longer, I tried to draw the shallowest of shallow breaths. I wanted to breathe so shallow that it looked like I wasn't breathing at all. As if it would make me disappear and suddenly no one could see me. Like I didn't exist.<br /><br />Because I felt like I didn't count. Faceless and insignificant. Lifeless.<br /><br />Over the past 30 years I've actually retrained myself to breathe that way. Slow. Shallow. Minimal.<br /><br />The first time I really thought about this was during my MBSR classes. It was the first time in many years that I would consciously draw a deep breath. This natural process was so foreign to me that it would cause a tingling rush throughout my body. It felt awkward and unnatural to feel my chest rise and fall as I inhaled and exhaled. I felt as though everyone was looking at me .... pointing .... laughing. I tried to be more mindful of deep breathing, but like most other things in my life, I wasn't very successful. As soon as I became angry or upset, I regressed.<br /><br />Until today.<br /><br />Today I start breathing.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-82374767613251539162011-02-28T23:59:00.001-05:002011-03-10T23:28:05.755-05:00Perfectly Beautiful.Sir Poopsalot arrived today. 9 days overdue.<br /><br />Monday February 28, 2011 at 11:59pm. All 6 pounds 1 ounce of preciousness. It was a blessing for me to be with Lou and experience his delivery. Gramma Chelle even got to cut the cord!<br /><br />I am so proud of Lou, and there was nothing more beautiful then watching her cradle her son in her arms. <br /><br />He is perfectly beautiful and his Gramma Chelle loves him with all her heart :)Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-35079440763976402672011-02-16T22:17:00.007-05:002011-03-10T23:25:39.189-05:00UGHH, UGGHHH and more UGGGHHHHAnother one of those friggin days. I seem to be having more and more of them lately ... I've even named them: <em>My pity party for one.</em><br /><br />There's so much 'in between' that I haven't posted. I'm overloaded with teenage drama. <br /><br />Playing the waiting game with Lou ready to deliver anyday now. Stressed over her health and the health of her baby with the news that Lou has a kidney problem which can not be fully investigated until she delivers. The OB ordered a Bio Physical Profile on the baby based on concerns that he has stopped growing. She moved back home in December, but she's a teenager <em>in love </em>and Kmaq still has considerable influence in her life. He refuses to go to school, and refuses to work. He's an unmotivated 16 year old with "no use for adults." His mother actually signed papers giving permission for him to marry Lou .... because that will make everything magically better, and will limit the control they apparently think I have over the situation. Thankfully, Lou doesn't see that as a solution and is in no big hurry to marry. He also thinks being married will actually increase the amount of welfare they'll be to collect. Dream big there, Kmaq. Set that bar high! Lou busted her ass, working 2 jobs while continuing to go to school to try and prepare for this baby. She does not want to go on welfare, an argument she keeps having with him. I'm busting my ass too, trying to do everything I can to help her so she doesn't have to. Before Kmaq, Lou was focused. She knew what she wanted in life and had a plan for how to get there. She was 'the one' out of my five children who I had no doubt would follow her dreams and achieve every goal she set for herself. When I found out she was pregnant at 16, one of the first things she told me was she was not giving up on herself and she didn't want me to give up on her either. She acknowledged that having the baby would mean she'd have to work harder to reach her goals, and it would take longer. But she made a promise to herself and to her baby that she would get there. Yet the immaturity of her age has her thinking she can change Kmaq. UGHH.<br /><br />George is ALL drama, ALL the time. I love her dearly, but I don't like her much these days. At 19 years of age I expect more from her. She feels, as an adult now, there are no rules. No more household chores. No more curfews. No questions to answer. No one to answer to. Who knew? Oh, and respect? She'll have none of that nonsense either. Suddenly, she has the right to treat people however she wants. The right to speak however she wants; to swear at her sisters and I. I've given her 2 options ... follow the rules and continue to live at home ... or leave. She has until Friday to decide. UGGHHH.<br /><br />And then there's Gingo. Now, I understand she's dealing with a lot right now. First, being a 13 year old girl and all the hormonal puberty shit and rebelliousness that goes along with that. I was there once, and I do remember what it's like despite what my kids think. In addition, our family really has been turned upside down and sideways dealing with a teenage pregnancy. There has been much fighting, many tears, family separation, disappointment, uncertainty ... I could go on and on and on. I know she's getting mixed messages from me ... I mean how do I show love and support to Lou without sending the message to the others that I approve of Lou's situation? <br /><br />I'm tired. Goodnight.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-29827693725238464342011-01-27T10:00:00.001-05:002011-01-27T10:00:04.303-05:00Blessings for DariaBlessings for <a href="http://daria-livingwithcancer.blogspot.com">Daria</a> as she's laid to rest. Thank you for sharing your journey. May you finally be at peace. <br /><br />Prayers for Daria's family and friends. May you draw strength from her memory, be embraced by her love and comforted by her spirit.<br /><br />Today, I light a candle in her honour.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-71657124975811802332011-01-22T11:54:00.001-05:002011-01-26T00:23:22.710-05:00RememberingRemembering a precious unborn life lost January 22, 2010. <br /><br /><strong><em>your precious heart no longer beats;<br />your eyes, forever closed.<br />never will I kiss your cheek;<br />your tiny hand, I'll never hold.<br /> <br />I don't pretend to understand<br />the meaning in God's ways.<br />forever will I treasure you,<br />and in my heart, you'll always stay.</em></strong><br /><br />Love, Gramma ChelleZiggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-58101736270664216852011-01-19T17:12:00.001-05:002011-01-26T09:22:05.534-05:00Long Distance Hugs and PrayersSending some long distance hugs and prayers to Ion and oldschool. Holding each of you and your families in my heart during this difficult time. May your precious memories bring you comfort in the days to come.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-75588068653835402222010-11-24T22:19:00.002-05:002011-01-25T22:30:43.730-05:00Letter to Lou: How I FeelI love you. <br /><br />I miss you.<br /> <br />I miss your smile. I miss your laugh; the sound of your voice. I miss your energy. I miss your spark. I miss your attitude. I miss your independance. I miss your enthusiasm. I miss your determination. I miss your love of life.<br /> <br />I miss talking to you. I miss your hugs. I miss your love. <br /> <br />I miss these things and more, not only because you're not here, but because you're not you anymore. <br /> <br />You have become a stranger to us in so many ways. The Lou you are now, is not the Lou we have loved and raised for 17 years. THAT Lou would not have settled. THAT Lou would not sacrifice her values; her family. <br /> <br />I'm also missing the experience of my daughter's first baby. My first grandchild. I don't get to share in that "pregnant glow." Your excitement at feeling the baby move. I don't get to hear your dreams for your baby; for your future. I don't get to hold your hair back when you're sick; or rub your back. I don't get to touch your tummy and talk to the baby ... tell the baby Gramma Chelle is here, and I can't wait for him/her to arrive. I don't get to share my stories of my pregnancy with you. I don't get to share the excitement of shopping for your first baby. My first grandchild. All those firsts, that I have been forever shut out from.<br /> <br />Like the enemy.<br /> <br />Like someone you needed protection from. Like someone my grandchild needs to be protected from.<br /> <br />And the very people who Kmaq professes to hate, are the same ones who you are surrounding yourself with. The ones who Kmaq told me spent his entire life telling him he was a "screw up" and "would never grow up to be anything" are the ones who are going to have an influence in my grandchild's life. The dysfunctional people who filled Kmaq's life with anger, hatred, violence and alcoholism.<br /> <br />And your family, for whatever reason, is excluded. Isolated. You can't spend time with us. We can't take you shopping. He refuses to contact you on the phone your Aunt bought you for your birthday. You can't even tell Kmaq that we bought you a new shirt. The minimal contact you do have with us in done on the sly. Hidden. Lied about.<br /> <br />Like it's wrong. <br /> <br />I can't pretend to understand. I can't pretend it's ok.<br /> <br />I spend hours awake at night when I should be sleeping. I spend a lot of time crying. I'm sick to my stomach. I go from starving myself to gorging myself. I go from sadness to angry so fast that I don't even know where one starts and the other ends. And the cycle continues. I try to figure out how things got this way. What did we do wrong? What can we do to fix it?<br /> <br />I don't even want to go Christmas shopping. I get out into the stores and I'm drawn to the baby section ... only to be smacked in the face with the reality that I'm not involved. Not allowed. It makes me sad, and I just want to go home and crawl under the covers. Hide from everyone. Hide from the choices you've made. Hide from the way you make me feel.<br /> <br />People ask about you all the time. All I can do is fake a smile, take a deep breath and swallow my tears ... and tell them I don't know. I guess you're doing well. I assume things are ok. I feel like an idiot. What kind of mother doesn't know how her daughter is? <br /> <br />I ask Gingo if she's heard from you. It's clear from her reaction that she has. She gets uncomfortable. Tells me she hasn't and then will do anything she can to avoid the subject. To get away from me. Clearly she doesn't want to betray the trust and confidence of the big sister who she absolutely adores and admires. But she also doesn't want to lie to her mom. I don't want to make her have to choose. So I avoid Gingo.<br /> <br />I feel like a monster. Like a terrible person who doesn't deserve the love of her daughter, and doesn't deserve to love her grandchild. I ask myself what have I done to deserve to be treated this way? <br /> <br />I've "adopted" a family for Christmas. A young single mom. I will shop for her and her child in lieu of being able to shop for my own daughter and grandchild. I will hope she appreciates the love that my gifts come with. I will hope it brightens their Christmas and puts a smile on their faces. I will hope my love and support is welcomed in the lives of strangers, where it's not welcomed in yours.<br /> <br />And I hope with every ounce of my being that it makes me feel a little better about myself.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-53320718500830809922010-04-13T20:52:00.002-04:002010-04-13T21:16:56.880-04:00BIG Hugs.So, here I am more than a week since my last post. Wow ... almost 2. Guess I have, yet again, failed NaBloPoMo's post a day :( I have been very busy with school, with Spring, with family issues.<br /><br />Today, especially though, I need to take a few minutes to honour the memory of my best friend on the 4th anniversary of her passing from metastatic breast cancer.<br /><br /><em></em><em>Dear Donna,<br />I can't believe 4 long years have passed. I miss you dearly. I can't begin to tell you how many times I've glanced around my living room, and could swear I see you sitting there with me over tea. I miss our walks, our long conversations and our laughs. Often times my first reaction is still to pick up the phone to call you. I do talk to you; I hope you can hear me. You've inspired so many aspects of my life, including my recent trip back to the classroom and my desire to make a difference in the field of palliative care. Thank you for your friendship, your support and your unwavering belief in me. I hope I was as good a friend to you.</em>Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-32580693630063142842010-04-02T21:50:00.002-04:002010-04-02T22:03:33.666-04:00BIG plans for the garden mean a big job ahead.What a gorgeous day! We were blessed with sunny skies and temperatures above 20 degrees Celsius.<br /><br />I was up and out early this morning to do my weekly cleaning for Mom and for Wee. When I got home Peach was just finishing raking and sweeping up out front. It's so nice to get rid of the 'dirtiness' of winter. Earlier in the day I had planned on taking advantage of the beautiful weather to get some work done outdoors, but couldn't decide whether to start in the back yard or the front. Peach getting the work done out front was so much appreciated, and took the decision out of my hands about where to start. <br /><br />After making a cup of tea I headed out back. Peach had already moved our new patio set out there and I couldn't wait to get it set up. Unfortunately I didn't do any work outdoors last fall which means I have even more to do now that spring is here. We have major renovation plans for both the front garden and back garden this year. We became sidetracked from some of the cleanup work this afternoon discussing the garden plans. Of course, I also had to move the patio furniture around a half dozen times until I found just the right spot for everything. Or should I say just the right spot for today .... tomorrow may be quite a different story. I tend to not know if I like something until I leave it overnight and then look at it with fresh eyes the next day. We did accomplish quite a bit today, although there is still so much work ahead.<br /><br />Thankfully, we'll be blessed with the same beautiful weather for the rest of the weekend :)Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-35334785254530023752010-04-01T20:13:00.003-04:002010-04-02T22:03:59.407-04:00BIG month.So the theme for April is BIG. Fitting, since I am apparently about to begin one of the biggest phases of my life. BIG changes. BIG decisions. BIG adjustments. And no doubt BIG compromises. <br /><br />Didn't plan it this way. Wish it wasn't this way. But it is what it is.<br /><br />I read something today that is also quite fitting:<br /><br /><em><strong>Healing is a coming to terms with things as they are, rather than struggling to force them to be as they once were, or as we would like them to be.</strong></em><br /><br />Let the healing begin.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-74293698449602879992010-03-31T20:57:00.002-04:002010-03-31T21:36:54.510-04:00The "D" word.So, today's homework sounds simple enough. Choose someone and talk about IT. The "D" word. <br /><br />Death. Dying.<br /><br />In our society, the "D" word is just as taboo as the "F" word. I guess it is our hope that if we don't talk about it, it won't occur. My mom, for example, believes that if you <em>discuss</em> death you are <em>inviting</em> death. She's not talking. My sister was willing to listen to what I had to say - and even interjected a comment or 2 - but was clearly uncomfortable with the topic of conversation and wanted to move on.<br /><br />I look at it this way: it's gonna happen. It's inevitable. No one knows when. Not everyone gets sick and is put on notice, or given time to get their house in order. Long before this course I started telling my family what my wishes were, simply because I wanted things done MY way. Anyone who knows me as the control freak I am wouldn't be surprised by this. The only thing I want less than dying, is for someone else making the decisions on my behalf based on <em>their</em> beliefs, <em>their</em> fears, <em>their</em> wishes.<br /><br />Our language regarding death is indicative of our attitude and general feelings with the concept of dying. Our terminology and images of death only increase our fear:<br /> ~ the grim reaper<br /> ~ kick the bucket<br /> ~ last curtain call<br /> ~ your last enemy<br /> ~ meeting your maker<br /><br />A pastor, facilitating a module on Spiritual Issues Around Death and Dying raises this question:<br /><em>"Now if you and I are uncomfortable with the idea of death (and we are largely on the outside looking in) can you imagine what the prospect of imminent death must do to the ones you'll be called to care for? They're facing their own demise; the general weakening of their body reminds them everyday of their mortality. They aren't what they used to be, and can't do what they used to do so they are going through the various phases of grief."</em><br /><br />Try as we might, death can not be ignored. It is an inescapable fact of life. Since it can't be ignored, isn't it time we learned about death? Opened up and discussed death?Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-61088439569127594972010-03-30T19:03:00.005-04:002010-03-30T19:29:04.646-04:00Missing George.I miss you baby girl.<br /><br />I hate not being able to talk to you. Not saying goodnight. Not hearing how your day went. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you. Constantly hoping you'll call home ... come home. <br /><br />I'm not surprised you've taken a stand like this. I did too, when I was your age. I know it's hard for you to think of me having been your age but I was. And I had just as strong feelings and just as strong convictions as you. <br /><br />That's why I wish you would give me even just an ounce of credit instead of always telling me I don't understand. But then again, I guess I didn't give my mom that same credit.<br /><br />For as much as I agree that right now you can't live at home, it doesn't mean we can't have each other in our lives. A phone call. An email. Anything is better than nothing. <br /><br />You are my daughter and I love you.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-72465377140523677572010-03-29T20:05:00.004-04:002010-03-29T20:19:09.319-04:00When you want to the least, is when you need to the mostI'll save you all the drivel and excuses of the last 6 months. It's an ugly story and since I can't go back I need to just move forward. Even my horoscope this morning started with, "there's no better time to recommit yourself ..."<br /><br />So here I go.<br /><br />Besides, the sun is shining. Spring is here. The temperature will reach the double digits today and by week's end we'll top 20 degrees Celsius. <br /><br />And it's a short work week :)<br /><br />A perfect day to smile. A perfect day to feel good. A perfect day for a '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">re commitment</span>.' A perfect way to start a Monday, if you ask me.<br /><br />I'm in the process of designing my business cards. I've delved into my beading and have much to do making jewellery and bookmarks. Feedback from everyone has been positive, so if I can make a few bucks doing something I love ... why not?<br /><br />My other big announcement is I've started training as a palliative care caregiver. A ten week course offered by the Hospice Association of Ontario. Afterwards, I'll be able to provide hospice palliative care as a volunteer. A first step to what I hope becomes a career move into palliative care. If I had both the money and time, I would go back to school and do nursing.<br /><br />But this is a start.<br /><br />I love what I'm learning and hope to be able to make a difference to a family and their loved one as they make their final journey home.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-56259757586579800802009-09-12T23:31:00.002-04:002009-09-12T23:34:40.572-04:00#5: Describe your weddingDecember 31, 1992.<br /><br />New Year's Eve. I jokingly told Peach we'd get married on New Year's Eve so he'd have no trouble remembering the date. The <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> reason I picked the date was so the entire world would celebrate our anniversary every year. ;)Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-66395881867847687352009-09-11T23:34:00.004-04:002009-09-12T01:09:22.763-04:00#33. Describe a favourite childhood friend.My best childhood friend was Stacey.<br /><br />We met at age 11 when my family made the move from the city. We had everything in common ... from the way we wore our hair, to our glasses, to our likes in boys, our classes at school; anything you can think of. Everyone thought we were sisters - some even asked if we were twins.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-71651906637034248512009-09-10T23:05:00.003-04:002009-09-10T23:25:19.493-04:00Rethinking Needed.I think I need to take a look at my reasons for wanting to do this.<br /><br />I've really been cheating on these blogs lately ... posting just for the sake of posting without any real thought or commitment offered. That's not where I wanted to be, and certainly not what I wanted to do. I find I'm not sitting down to do it until after 11 at night, and hurried to try and just "get something in" before midnight.<br /><br />Kind of like what I'm doing now.<br /><br />My plan all along for today was to mark a tragic 13<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> anniversary ... but again, I haven't left myself enough time to give it the attention it deserves.<br /><br />I think I need to take some time to rethink my thoughts. I may or may not have a post tomorrow. I've made a promise to myself that unless I have something worthwhile to contribute, I'm not going to post.<br /><br />We'll see what tomorrow brings.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-85397971749795739282009-09-09T23:45:00.002-04:002009-09-09T23:53:19.559-04:00A Better (Happy Birthday George) DayA good night's sleep, a gorgeous fall morning, hugs for my family and a birthday to celebrate all add up to a better day.<br /><br />I often wonder why we take our moods out on those we love most and are closest to, but then again that right there is the answer to my own question. I guess on some subconscious level we know we can. Not meaning to be intentionally hurtful with each other, but just knowing that there isn't anything we can't rely on each other for. As much as I don't like to be disrespected by my children, if one of them came up to me and said "mom, I'm really angry right now and I need to get it out or I feel like I'll explode - can I yell at you and cry?" ..... I'd say of course you can. You can always come to me. I'll help you feel better any way I can. <br /><br />I know, that sounds completely crazy, doesn't it?<br /><br />Anyway, today was a day to celebrate. George is 18. We had a wonderful family dinner together. I am thankful that we all had the chance to be together tonight.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793900433790531164.post-27021399918862245332009-09-08T22:56:00.003-04:002009-09-08T23:48:38.427-04:00Is it a Full Moon?Everyone seems to be on edge around here. Stressed. Defensive. <br /><br />I know we've all been stressing over the start of school. For me, I've got to fight to get the girls out of bed in the morning before I leave for work. Get them back into a routine at night for homework. Get them into bed at a decent time after a summer of later bedtimes. For the girls, of course, it's all hype and drama with who's in who's class; what teachers do they have? What do I wear today? I hate my hair! She took my sweater! And the list goes on (and on, and on).<br /><br />I've been bitchy, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pms'ing</span> in addition to stressed and on edge. Tonight I snapped on Lou, and now that I've calmed down I feel bad - though at the moment I felt completely justified. It's George's birthday tomorrow and Lou's on the 25<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>. Both of them want the 8 gig <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ipod</span> Touch. It's more money than we spend on them on their birthdays but since it's the only thing they are each asking for my mom and my sister said they would put their money in with ours and then they could each get one. So that was the plan. Of course, I didn't want Lou to know we were getting one for George or she would know she was also getting on. So I asked her if she would come out with me to look at clothes for George for her birthday. She yelled at me and told me - no she <span style="font-style: italic;">"warned"</span> me that if she didn't get her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ipod</span> touch for her birthday she would have "<span style="font-style: italic;">the biggest meltdown I've ever seen!" </span><br /><br />That pi$$ed me off. Don't you dare threaten me and tell me I had better do something. That just makes me want to show you I don't have to, and in this case get you <span style="font-weight: bold;">nothing</span> for your birthday. Annoyed, I continued on with the evening and we picked her up after work and had to make a couple of quick stops on the way home so she was with us. She was hungry after just finishing work and wanted us to stop and buy her some chicken nuggets from McDonald's. At first her dad told her no. She said she had a coupon for buy one get one free and asked again if he would please take her. I guess that reminded her dad that he also had some McDonald's coupons and since we hadn't had supper he would use one of his <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">2 can dine</span> coupons and get something for both Lou and I. Well no, she wanted both nugget meals; said 6 nuggets and fries wouldn't be enough for her. Peach told her he didn't have much money on him and if he used her coupons and got her both meals he couldn't get me one. At that point, she became pi$$y.<br /><br />Now, it really wasn't about me not getting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">McD's</span>. I shouldn't be eating it anyway; nor eating at that time of night. But what got to me was her demanding attitude and the fact that getting <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span> wasn't good enough unless she was getting exactly what she wanted. Someone offering to buy her a six nugget meal with fries and a drink wasn't enough for her .... she wanted the free extra meal as well. <br /><br />I stewed about it while she ate her meal, and after she was finished I cleared the air; <span style="font-weight: bold;">vented</span> as I like to call it. She can be so sweet and thoughtful at times, and then so demanding, rude and selfish at other times. Like a completely different person. I know they will behave and react the way we allow them to; and I really would like to think I've taught her better than that. Taught all of them better than that. Like I said, I feel a little differently now. I haven't changed my thoughts and opinions but feel I could have handled it a little better than yelling at her.<br /><br />But I also regret having bought her anything. I should have said if 6 nuggets aren't enough you get nothing and left the drive through. Again, my giving in to her will only encourage similar behaviour in the future. I need to wait until we've both calmed down some, and then try to have a calm and mature talk with her.<br /><br />Wish us both luck.Ziggy Beanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04281290975210686838noreply@blogger.com0