Learning How To Be "Crafty"....

I will admit. There are some things that I am really good at...really creative at. Then there are A LOT of things that I am not "crafty" at.
One of my besties, put together this fun idea and invited me to join in. Though we have only done one of these nights, it was so fun! So fun, in fact, that I did not even do my LOVE "craft". I'm serious! I just could not concentrate on both. Surprise. Surprise. I was too busy talking!?!


OK...so I did do some of my LOVE "craft". I cut out my paper letters...but that was all I did. No glue'ing, no modge-podge'ing", no ink'ing, no sandpaper'ing! Just my letters! hehehe I was there until 9:30 and some of them were there until 12:30!!! So needless to say, our next one is this Thursday night and I've already planned to have the kids stay over at their Dads! lol.....
Now just for fun, I have to give some history about Misty.....(get ready Misty...you're gona LOVE this!?!) hehehehe I first met Misty in 08/01. We had both just been hired as Sales Reps working for "Reagan Outdoor Advertising". We both had the polite "kill or be killed mentality" and had our fair share of client arguments but none that ever kept us from laughing, chatting, conniving, picture taking, and bitching about who we worked for! It was exactly a year later when my car accident occurred. It was also the weekend so no one missed me that first day but Misty knew that something was wrong when I was not at our Monday morning sales meeting. I never just did not show up and that was when Trevor called Misty and my boss. Misty says that she will never forget the way that she felt, how upset that she was. Misty did all that she could to help take care of my clients and the work that was needed while I was gone. She came to the hospital as much as she could and offered to help with Carter whenever she was able. She was a great friend in a time that one was very needed! Now, I am very territorial and my career was one that was very important to me. I was frustrated and envious that I could not come right back to work. Misty had taken on most of my clients and even though I understood the situation, I began to act bitter towards her. I know. SO stupid. I grew distant. I was also learning about my "friend" relationships and in the ways that some were changing. I began to really see who my friends weren't and I began to pull away from the ones that really were. Misty being one of them. We began to talk monthly and then every 6 months and then she moved back East for a few years. As I began to learn and to recognize the people and the friends that I needed in my life, I realized that Misty was one of them. She is one of those friends who really understands me, she has seen me in my best and in my worst moments, and she is one who I never have to hide how I am really feeling. She has helped me in ways that she does not even understand and for that I am so grateful. Like I said earlier, I consider her one of my besties!...plus she actually gave in to one of my many idiotic ideas and came with me here!!! LOL
Anyway. I told Misty that I would take my project home and finish it and I actually did! Wahooo!!! So let the monthly tradition live on...and I won't talk as much and this time I'll finish my project that night....er maybe?!? hehehe .... xoxo ...

CANADA WINS GOLD!!!!

Even though I was a lone soldier when it came to this desire....Even though my family turned against me, including my 2 Canadian born brothers....Even though my die hard hockey fan bro-in-law cursed my choice...I was going for Team Canada when it came to the big hockey match that they were playing against Team USA for the gold medal.

Sorry but Canada+Religion+Life+Everything Else Imaginable=HOCKEY!!!

Now I had someone dispute this statement but when it comes to sports, Canada only really has the love of Hockey. Growing up, you didn't go to Baseball, Basketball, or Football games to watch your crushes play...you went to the rink to watch them play their Hockey matches. Seriously.

Yesterday one of the newscasters said it perfectly.

"USA wanted to win the gold medal, but Canada needed to win the gold medal to maintain their dignity,their Hockey pride and heritage, and especially doing so on their own soil."

Very true.

There is something to be said about the sense of pride that Canadians have in the things that they feel are "theirs", no matter what thing that may be. That does not mean that Americans do not have the same feelings but there are things that I feel and know are significantly different, at least where I lived.

Anyway, not that I even knew any of the players on either team but I did remember that there are three 20 minute periods in a game. I remembered what a power play was, and I did remember how to win when it goes to overtime aaaand who taught me those things?

Yes. My fellow Canadians (and yes. i am only 50/50 but still.....) and with that being said.......

GO TEAM CANADA...THE GOLD MEDAL WINNERS!!!!!!

More Skiing Fun...

...and yes. i know that i look like a puff-a-lump! remember those dolls?!?! lol





....and yes. I am addicted and hooked. I figured that I might as well embrace the lifestyle and the snow. That way I can learn to deal with it and to LOVE it!?! hehehe

Chikadee?..... Done!

Like I said. We're embracing the lifestyle!?! All of us. TOGETHER!!!

when we are headed towards an outcome that is too terrible to face,

that's when we go looking for a second opinion.

and sometimes the answer we get just confirms our worst fears

but sometimes it can shed new light on the problem.

make you see it in a whole new way.

after all of the opinions have been heard and every point of view has been considered,

you finally find what you were after.

the truth.

but the truth isn't where it ends.

that's just where you begin again with a whole new set of questions.....

"Some Of Us Are Meant To Be Alone...."

Before I start into the relationship saga, I want you to watch THIS first....

Sawyer and I have always had a connection, LOL, but it was not until last night that I fully understood how in common we really are.

Since my divorce, I've seriously dated and have been engaged. I've come to know and accept the type of man I want to marry.

Once upon a time, I fell in love with a lie. What sucks is that this lie represented a man, the type of man, I want to be with. So when I am first with a guy, there are a set of "tests" that I put him through to see how he will react. The problem is that they never fully do pass them. Hmmmm? Sometimes they pass some of them but not all of them. Hmmmm? Sometimes I think I can get over certain things and just force it to work. But I can't. It's inevitable.....

So I have an internal battle going on. How can I even compare these guys against a lie? But the lie had shown me the type of man I think I deserve? See? How fair is this? Not really fair at all but I can not make myself believe that these certain traits are ones that I want to live without? Make sense? I come close to giving in but that's not how love should be. Just finally giving in?!?

Yeah. It sucks. What to do?!? I don't know but it the meantime I'll just join up with Sawyer.....

"Some of us are meant to be alone....."

kt + js