Lest we forget

November 10, 2008 by 2 Comments

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In Canada November 11th is known as remembrance day. In the united States it’s Veterans day.. many countries observe the end of world war one in some way at 11 am.  This is because WW1 ended the eleventh day of the eleventh month at the eleventh hour when Germany signs an armistice agreement with the Allies in a railroad car outside of Compiegne in France.

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Since the War ended in 1918 there are very few veterans from the first world war that are still around.   I wonder if in 20 years this holiday will still be as significant as it once was.   Many business’s continue to open as long as they are allowed to on this holiday, just to make a buck.

It makes me sad that the people who died for our country are put on the back burner.  What’s even worse is that many young people don’t really know all that much about WW1.

Its amazing that so many people had pride in our countries and lied about their age to go and fight for us. Many of them under the age of 18 willing to fight and die for our freedom.

So let us remember all of those who fought for this world, all those who died, and all of those who lived to shape this world in a crucial time.

I’ll leave you with this:

Flanders Fields By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

It was written by a Canadian  Lieutenant Colonel who witnessed a friend die before him in the war. He also perished in the war. Part of this poem is featured on the Canadian 10$ bill. So if you are ever in Canada check out our 10$ bill and our tribute to him and those who have fallen. May God protect all the loved ones who protect our countries.

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What on earth is an Emo? No Wait, what’s a cutter?

August 22, 2008 by

So I was talking to my sister the other day about baby stuff as per usual and the creepiest topic came up.

We were talking about having more babies and how my sister thinks I’m destined to have all boys. Which is fine by me, I explained–girls are just so mean to each other when they get older. I mean how can a 10 year old be a slut–literally? I know most of the name calling and hating starts in junior high school but it’s such a shame that girls are so cruel to each other, as if being a teenager wasn’t hard enough, being a teenage girl is the worst.

So she was telling me that my niece (who is 12) got a phone call from a “bad influencer friend” from her previous school, “educating” her on who’s cool, who’s not at her new school. This was the same girl who educated my niece on things like sex (as in good positions), drugs(which ones were cool), spin the bottle (that had also a sexual twist on it) and a whole lot more I will not mention on this blog–Did I mention I’m so happy my niece does not go to that school anymore? Anyway, she continues to tell me about this phone call and what kind of kids were considered rich, poor, cutters, goths….

HOLD THE PHONE. Cutters?

I have to interject here–I asked my husband if he knew what a cutter was and he said, someone that cuts in line? Well that’s what I thought. Turns out, in school cutters are the people who cut themselves for fun.

OH HOLY CRAP.

Now I seem to remember this in high school or can picture it more in high school but junior high? Oh and not only that, they’re now called Emo’s. Good grief. what is this world coming too! I’m only 25 and I’m already out of the loop on the lingo. How could it have changed so much since I was young? God, now I feel old. Emo’s Sheesh!

Quick update: talking to a few friends of mine tonight, two of them who work with teens in their jobs told me that emo is short for emotional. I guess that makes a “little” more sense–but still disturbing none the less.

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Why on earth am I still awake when I should be sleeping?

June 29, 2008 by 2 Comments

So here I am, it’s 8 am and the house is quiet. The TV is off but my computer, like always, is on.

For those of you who wake up at 4 or 5 a.m., the logical thing we like to do is go back to sleep. However this morning is not a lucky morning for my sleep. My son woke up at 4 so I said, “no way, too early” and was able to give him a soother to tide him over until 5ish. By 5:30 he was stirring in his crib cooing to himself, so I thought, well I’d might as well get up now before the coo becomes the cry.

One of the most rewarding things in my life right now is when I go in to see my son first thing in the morning, he smiles at me. I can be dead to the earth tired but his smile melts my heart. Let’s not mistake this melting of the heart for sleep replacement though.

So he’s smiling away, and I give him a hug and a kiss and I smile back BUT I do not talk to him because it’s still 5:30 AM and that’s still too early for me to let him think it’s time to play. He get’s his bum pampered (literally and figuratively) and his morning feed. Afterwhich I reswaddle him and put him back to sleep.  Well it’s a bright sunny morning in Manitoba and do you think I could go back to sleep? No.

Why is it the law that my son has now been asleep for 2 and a half more hours and I’m awake? Maybe it’s the curse of the mom, my brain has been turned on. What are we going to do today? Is it going to be nice out? Did i remember to pay the cable bill? What are we going to do for Canada day? I should really fold this laundry sitting at my feet. Which day did I vacuum last? Did i remember to reply to all of my messages on Facebook? Maybe if I pretend I’m tired I’ll magically fall back asleep. Do you think that actually worked? No. I laid there until 7:45 “trying” to sleep. At one point I went to the car to get my Gaviscon tablets for my upset stomach (probably caused by the cranberry juice I had at 6 a.m.) only to have my husband stir and say, “what on earth are you doing this early in the garage, leaving me?” Ahhhh so nice to be appreciated.

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