The connection in family is something we all need. We need to belong to a mother, father, sister, brother, grandparent, it doesn't matter we all need it & we strive for it. Humans desire that true belonging. I may not have the typical connections with other family members in the house I grew up in, but I was lucky enough to get out with a single bond, that cannot be broken. I must have been a happy & content child at points growing up. But those great memories do not come up
I am so very guilty of this one. I maybe do it so often that I cannot even recognize that I am doing it. Driving down the road & there is a lady that is running. I either take note of her clothes, her body, her style of running or even how she is breathing. When I say I take note, I really am judging one of those descriptors above. I totally, 100% do this. I used to go to the Calgary Stampede when I was a young adult, & do the exact same thing. I just sat there & people watch
I have mentioned a few snippets here & there about my oldest (our daughter) going off to school in the US of A & how it fundamentally changed everything for me. When all this Covid crap hit & the federal government announced that the border between Canada & US was going to be closed to all non-essential traffic, we told our kid it was time to come home & finish her on-line classes here in Canada. A little back story on the Covid world & her education down in Washington State.
Has anyone ever gotten you wrong? Was there a moment where someone was way off point about who you are? In the world today, the social media dominance we all just play into the happy moments or the moments of great achievements. I am a just as guilty as the next about what I post & how I want people to perceive my life on Facebook & Instagram. I had a moment not to long ago in a conversation where someone thought I was from California. It was all derived from my Blogs & posts
I have surgery on August 24th. It is a basic procedure with a time duration of 38mins. Nothing too serious, I just have a cyst on my one ovary that is beginning to inhibit the way I live. I am good with all of this. However, the weight of certain thoughts are playing through my mind. I had a friend who was likely the Nicest person I have ever met. We were not super close type friends but we spent many sports games, music nights & carpooling together. Our spouses also knew eac
So there was a day not too long ago that my eldest son asked why my daughter (his sister) was irritable. I looked into my son's eyes, & said; 'When women are getting close to their periods they get irritable & honestly a little more grumpy than usual.' His reply; 'Yeah, I can always tell when you are Mom. Because that is when things that don't normally bug you, start to piss you off.' His point is not that far off the mark, but really I was a little shocked by the fact he eve