Day 4 of 30 Days of Thankful

So far, so good. I've made it four days and I haven't quit yet.
Today I am thankful for two things but one is caused by the other. Because of the medication I am on my taste buds and appetite have changed drastically. First, I don't have much of an appetite and have to remind myself, and sometimes force myself, to eat. If someone else didn't remind me some days I probably wouldn't eat. I just don't get hungry any more. I'll take it though, some of the medications I am on sometimes make me gain weight and I have a bit to lose. It's not the best way, but it's a kick start. Anyway, my taste buds have also changed. Normally, I LOVE chocolate and sweets but lately chocolate is too sweet and I don't really like the taste. I also used to adore eating leafy green salads but just the thought makes my stomach turn. Fruit is also pretty much yucky lately as well. In the end I seem to like a teeny bit of protein and some carbs now and that's about it. That and Lays plain potato chips but I keep that to a minimum.
What I am really thankful for is San Pellegrino Blood Orange flavour. It is so tasty and refreshing and hydrates me. There is some real juice in it and that makes be feel good because at least then I am getting some fruit. Yes, I am laughing at that too. I would laugh if any one told me that in a serious tone. I am telling you that in a serious tone.
I am very thankful for that soda though. It makes me want to ingest something. Yay!
That brings me to the other "thing" I am grateful for. That is Jason, my second son. He's 19 and works at a grocery store. Now that he is making money he is buying some grocery items and bringing them home. The other day he brought home the san pellegrino and I fell in love....hehe
Okay, that's not the only reason that I am thankful for Jason. Jason, or Jaybird as I have called him since he was a baby is my "quiet" son. Now, I have to admit that is sort of a misnomer as his older brother (who I am also thankful for...but on another day) is also quiet. Jason is thoughtful. He's a worrier. He is funny, like his brothers, but he is also more serious than they are sometimes. Jaybird is the middle son and he has had to deal with being the middle child. When he was in elementary school Philip and I had to tell him to misbehave in school. He was too well behaved. Jason was a people pleaser and he needed to learn to please himself.
Jason is an atheist and will ask questions and he will make you think about your own spirituality. He NEVER does it in a rude or mean way. It's more that you come out of conversation thinking of things you'd never thought of. Ohhhh, I just read the part where I said Jaybird is my "quiet" son...he was also my loudest. He didn't stop screaming from the day he was born until he was 18 months old. Never. Not one day. He had a lot to say, said it, and then was quiet until he turned 18 years old. Except for the guitar. That was attached to his hip from the time he was 13 or so until he had to start working. He has less time for it now. That is another thing that I am proud of and thankful for when it comes to Jason. He works hard wherever he is working and doesn't slack off. He is also polite. I KNOW he is the man that gets up on the bus to let someone else sit. I know it. I'm also thankful that I am not a Granny yet. Thank you Jason (although you keep telling me about all the kids you have in Ireland and how happy you will be to see them again for the first time).
Jason, I can't write all the reasons I am thankful for you...just know that I am.

Jason and his baby cousin, Liam.

30 Days of Thankful Day 3

Earlier today I was explaining to Jacob, my 17 year old son, what I was doing with "30 Days of Thankful" and that I didn't know what I was going to write about today. He was sitting in the chair across from me and leaned over into my view, then leaned over some more, and then some more almost falling off of his seat. I asked him what he was doing and that I was busy trying to figure out what I was thankful for today. He started leaning over again and had his face all smooshed up and eyes buggy and basically making me laugh. He always does that when I am trying to do something. I will be washing the dishes and he'll do something silly. Sometimes, I will be trying to write a segment for The Wigglian Way and I will be really frustrated about it and Jake will say the funniest thing but then I try to tell him that I am concentrating. Other times, I will be in the most foul mood and he will use his 5 foot long legs to walk into the room funny, like a horse, or a strange marcher or something. 

So anyway, he was doing the  leaning thing and I was suddenly aware of what I was thankful for today. Today I am thankful for my witty, intelligent, silly, very handsome, and smart youngest son, Jake. 

Jake, thank you for making dinner, bringing me tea, walking the dogs, sitting with me, going shopping with me, and generally for being you. You are one of my 3 favourite sons and I LOVE YOU!!

This is Jake, making me laugh by standing in the corner of elevator. You had to be there. 

Day 2

Today I am thankful for my friends and religious community. They just happen to mostly overlap. I am a lucky and blessed woman.


*due to the nature of this post there will be no pictures.


**Well, maybe one.


***Photo to come.


****Coming


Watch for it


I am going to "OUT" my coven


Here it comes....


Here people of the public is my coven. I am thankful for them.



We look like a happy bunch don't we?

30 Days of Thankful

I thought that the time between Canadian and American Thanksgiving would be a great time to start 30 Days of Thankful. Or, at least that's the story that I am going to stick to is.
I actually just saw my friend, Tara, start it for the second year in a row. I thought, I haven't even started it once AND I have found myself mostly in a negative mood since a fateful day awhile ago when I realised that YES I was being too postive...what?? What the hell? Anyway... I also thought (I know, I know, stop with the thinking) that this project would MAKE me blog everyday for at least 30 days. Or at least make me feel guilty if I didn't. It's a Catholic blog you see. NO, I am not Catholic...the blog is. I slay me!

The things I am thankful today are medicines. I am so happy that I have medicines that can make me feel almost human. Enough that I actually got out of bed this morning and am able to type.
'Nuff said.
First entry for 30 Days of Thankful. Done.
Thank you.

Philip, my hubby, is a writer. Have I mentioned that before? I could find out if I took a quick peek at the measly first 19 posts but alas and alack...I am not going to.

Needless to say, he is a writer. It is a tough market to get into that one. Trying to find an agent or publisher is like trying to find well? an agent or a publisher. Philip's writing history is his to tell (hopefully in a book) so I am not going to go into it however, I do have some new news to share. 

Philip and I started North Strand Publishing recently. Right now we aren't exactly sure where it will go or what it's ultimate purpose is but for the here and now it is the name we are e-publishing his novels under. 

Yes, I said...publishing his novels...as in present tense.
As of this moment The Suicide of Ned Sweeney is published for download at a number of venues. I will add the links to this post.
What's important to note, right now, because I am tired and about to head to bed...is that this is MY source of income. Working for Philip and North Strand Publishing is the only job I've got right now. So, PLEASE, spread the word. Buy a copy for you, a friend, family member, or even an enemy you think should be reading more often. Share this post and the link to Philip's blog (where all the actual information is).
I am tired and think I've done enough work for one day. My fingers have are bloody from being worked to the bone today. Fifteen minutes can be tedious you know.
Also, it snowed. I hate snow. It should stay on the mountain so that Mohammed can go to there for his snow.
www.philiprobinson.net  

Go to that link and you will find links to purchase The Suicide of Ned Sweeney on Kindle, kobo, nook, Sony and other e-readers.
I am not a big girl yet so I don't know how to imbed links. Wait, it's coming. Like walking or talking.

When I grow up

When I grow up I want to be like Dorli Rainey. She is an amazing woman who has always lived a life of courage and stands up for what she believes.
She is one of those "punk kids" that is Occupying your neighbourhood.

http://www.opposingviews.com/i/money/recession/video-police-pepper-spray-84-year-old-dorli-rainey-occupy-seattle

I know who's getting a lump of coal for Yule!

And it's no one you know.
Interestingly, a good percentage of my posts have been about this person.
Today, I was walking the dogs in the neighbourhood. It's autumn and there are a lot of leaves on the ground. So many, in fact, that while I was walking the dog I slipped and fell. Luckily, I still had the dog's leashes wrapped around my hand and they didn't get loose. There can only be ONE reason for me to be afraid that my dogs might get loose from me in my own neighbourhood. On a quiet street. These are good boys and if you tell them to stop they will stop. They won't run away from you. Ziggy might try to attack you viciously if you are a mailman but that couldn't happen, could it? It could. However, it didn't...because the leashes were wrapped around my hand even after I fell. On to the concrete. Hard.
It could have happened though. Ziggy could have attacked the mailman because he was only 4 feet away from me. Maybe six feet. I looked up, hoping that he would help me up but all he said (in a disinterested tone) was, "are you okay?"
ASSHOLE! Why couldn't you help me up? Were you afraid Ziggy was going to attack you viciously? Bastard!
I don't like you and you are getting coal for Christmas/Yule. If you were a nice mailman I might get you a Timmies card. But, you are NOT a nice mailman, or man, or person for that matter.

Coal I tells ya!