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Whatever you do,
Posted Oct 20, 2003
DON'T GET THIS FLU!!!!!
I have been flat on my back since saturday, and I'm still not any better. I took a chance on getting up for a few minutes now, and am really regretting it
, so will be heading back to bed smartly
I think this is the sickest I've ever been in my life!!!!!
Samson is having to make meals for everyone, and that's hard on him, especially since he's a 12 year old boy. But, he's doing a good job of it despite it all.
The housework isn't getting done at all, and there will be a mountain of it when I'm finally able to move again
Stay well, everyone. I probably won't be back for a few days, what with the way I'm feeling.
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Somebody had better get me a blender for Christmas!
Posted Oct 15, 2003
I'm having facial surgery December 23
Two years ago, or a little more, to be more precise, my then husband smacked my face and broke two of my teeth.
What I didn't know then, is that when he did that, he broke the pins that were holding part of my jaw together from when my "father" broke my jaw the Christmas I was 13.
Since I have a deathly fear of Dentists, I have not been to get these two teeth repaired. And, unfortunately, that was the wrong thing to do.
I went to the Dentist two weeks ago (with much fear and trepidation, and I almost threw-up on the poor guy), and he tells me that I must have these two teeth removed by a surgery, and will probably have my jaw wired shut afterwards, to help with the healing.
I'm gonna need a blender and a straw to be able to eat my Christmas dinner
That was the only appointment in the next year that was available, too!
In other news, I think I have found a place to move to!!!!!
I hope so, anyway!
I've had no water again all day, and I am really fed up with these horrid people that treat me and my children like unwanted viruses.
I don't know how anyone could have such a lack of conscience as to let a single Mom and her children live in such inhuman conditions
My 
s just got home from school, so I had better go.
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Latest reply: Oct 15, 2003
15 minutes of.....
Posted Oct 8, 2003
May the Archangel Raphael accompany us along the way, and may we return to our homes in peace, joy, and health.
- Catholic prayer
http://www.beliefnet.com/section/quiz/index.asp?sectionID=&surveyID=54
Circumstances—what are circumstances? I make circumstances.
- Napoleon Bonaparte
A miracle cannot prove what is impossible; it is useful only to confirm what is possible.
- Maimonides, "Guide for the Perplexed"
"The Wizard does not choose the Wand. The Wand chooses the Wizard, Mr. Potter."
I got this e-mail from a friend of my daughter's:
Subject: A Salute to our Canadian Soldiers
It's a little on the long side, but it made me think.
A SALUTE TO OUR CANADIAN SOLDIERS I sat in my seat of the Boeing 767 waiting for everyone to hurry and stow their carry-ons and grab a seat so we could start what I was sure to be a long , uneventful flight home. With the huge capacity and slow moving people taking their time to stuff luggage far too big for the overhead and never paying much attention to holding up the growing line behind them, I simply shook my head knowing that this flight was not starting out very well.
I was anxious to get home to see my loved ones so I was focused on "my" issues and just felt like standing up and yelling for some of these clowns to get their act together. I knew I couldn't say a word so I just thumbed thru the magazine from the seat pocket in front of me. You know it's really getting rough when you resort to the over priced, useless sky mall crap to break the monotony. With everyone finally seated, we just sat there with the cabin door open and no one in any hurry to get us going although we were well past the scheduled take off time.
No wonder the airline industry is in trouble I told myself. Just then, the attendant came on the intercom to inform us all that we were being delayed. The entire plane let out a collective groan. She resumed speaking to say "We are holding the aircraft for some very special people who are on their way to the plane and the delay shouldn't be more than 5 minutes. The word came after waiting six times as long as we were promised that "I" was finally going to be on my way home.
Why the hoopla over "these" folks? I was expecting some celebrity or sport figure to be the reason for the hold up.........Just get their butts in a seat and lets hit the gas I thought.
The attendant came back on the speaker to announce in a loud and excited voice that we were being joined by several Canadian Soldiers returning home from Afghanistan!!! Just as they walked on board, the entire plane erupted into applause. The men were a bit taken by surprise by the 340 people cheering for them as they searched for their seats. They were having their hands shook and touched by almost everyone who was within an arm's distance of them as they passed down the aisle. One elderly woman kissed the hand of one of the Soldiers as he passed by her.
The applause, whistles and cheering didn't stop for a long time. When we were finally airborne, "I" was not the only civilian checking his conscience as to the delays in "me" getting home, finding my easy chair, a cold beverage and the remote in my hand. These men had done for all of us and I had been complaining silently about "me" and "my" issues. I took for granted the everyday freedoms I enjoy and the conveniences of the Canadian way of life I took for granted, others paid the price for my ability to moan and complain about a few minutes delay to "me" those heroes going home to their loved ones.
I attempted to get my selfish outlook back in order and minutes before we landed I suggested to the attendant that she announce over the speaker a request for everyone to remain in their seats until our hero's were allowed to gather their things and be first off the plane. The cheers and applause continued until the last Soldier stepped off and we all rose to go about our too often taken for granted everyday freedoms......... I felt proud of them. I felt it an honor and a privilege to be among the first to welcome them home and say Thank You for a job well done. I vowed that I will never forget that flight nor the lesson learned.
I can't say it enough, THANK YOU to those Veterans and active servicemen and women who may read this and a prayer for those who cannot because they are no longer with us.
GOD BLESS!! WELCOME HOME! AND THANKS FOR A JOB WELL DONE !!!!!
This is a ribbon for Soldiers fighting in Afghanistan. Pass it on to everyone and pray.
Something good will happen to you tonight at 11:11 PM. This is not a joke...
Someone will either call you or will talk to you online.
Do not break this chain.
Send this to as many people as you can in the next 15 minutes. Go.
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Three
Posted Oct 7, 2003
Three Proofs that Jesus Was...
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS JEWISH
He went into his father's business
He lived at home until he was 33
He was sure his Mother was a virgin, and his Mother was sure he was God
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS IRISH
He never got married
He was always telling stories
He loved green pastures
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS PUERTO RICAN
His first name was Jesus
He was bilingual
He was always being harassed by the authorities
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS ITALIAN
He talked with his hands
He had wine with every meal
He worked in the building trades
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS BLACK
He called everybody "brother"
He liked Gospel
He couldn't get a fair trial
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS A CALIFORNIAN
He never cut his hair
He walked around barefoot
He started a new religion
THREE PROOFS THAT JESUS WAS A WOMAN
He had to feed a crowd, at a moments notice, when there was no food.
He kept trying to get the message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it.
Even dead, he had to get up because there was more work for him to do.
What I Learned From Noah
Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark...
ONE: Don't miss the boat.
TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat.
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile.
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
Recently-Spotted Bumper Sticker
I’m a Frisbeteerian. When I die my soul goes up to the roof and gets stuck there.
A Yogi Goes to the Dentist...
Did you hear about the Hindu yogi who was having a filling put in a tooth? When the dentist asked him if he wanted novocaine, the yogi said, "No. I can transcend dental medication."*
(*Yogi's, experienced Hindu teachers, practice "transcendental meditation.")
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Latest reply: Oct 7, 2003
death
Posted Oct 3, 2003
I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
My landlords have been great jerks since Mrs. Landlord accused me of sleeping with Mr. Landlord.(something that would have NEVER happened in this, or any other lifetime)
Fighting with them about not having water, and all of the other things that have come up has been extremely difficult. I think that it really got to me because before all of the accusations started to fly, I got to really care about these people. I started loving allof them.
Mrs. Landlord brought their tiny baby(foster child) to let me hold him today, and while I did that, he quit breathing. I must have held him for less than two minutes.
Both of the landlords grabbed the baby and ran to the car to take him to the hospital. Mr. Landlord, having been an ambulance attendant/EMT and RCMP officer, gave him CPR all the way to the hospital.
About an hour and a half ago, Mr. Landlord called me to tell me that the baby passed away.
As the baby was a foster child, the landlords are held to blame until it is proven that the death was a 'natural' death, and they did not cause it. They are being investigated at this moment by Social Services in the death.
As angry as I am at these people for the treatment I have received, I am just ill at what is going on.
I was holding this child when he quit breathing. He simply 'expired' in my arms.
Mr. Landlord called me because I was the one person he thought he could talk to about it.(He knows I am a member of the clergy, and sometimes unburdens with me). I have been a person for him to 'unload' on at times of distress in their lives. I have never judged him or Mrs. Landlord in any of the matters he has discussed with me. I just listen, smile and nod, or some other appropriate gesture. None of their business has ever gone anywhere past me in this village.
Mr. Landlord has asked me to not speak to anyone about this matter until they are free to let things out, after they are investigated. I know that is the sensible thing to do, but 'I' am distressed. So, I came here.
When my grandson got ill with pneumonia, and had to be rushed to the hospital in Saskatoon by ambulance, I thought he was going to die. He didn't, and it was such a relief to me, because I blamed myself for not doing something about his 'cold' earlier. Even after the doctors assurred us all that this was nothing that could have been diagnosed earlier, I still felt responsible. I can't imagine what these people are feeling right now.
And I now feel guilty for being angry at them for not providing water for us, and for all of the stupid quarrels we have had recently over this accusation junk.
And, I don't want to be the target of Mrs. Landlord's grief, because I had been holding the baby when he quit breathing. She has accused me of enough in her confusion already.
I have to go back to work now, and try to project a sense of everything being o.k.. I can't let people know about what has happened, and I have to appear together.
I need to do that for the sake of their family. The other children don't know the baby died yet.....
I think I carry too much of a burden in this life. I'm supposed to be a Minister, yet I sometimes get so very overwhelmed with the issues of everyone else, that I have no recepticle(sp?) for my own stuff.
I pray for that little soul. He is now in a better place, and will no longer suffer from the fetal alcohol syndrome his mother so carelessly inflicted upon him because she didn't care enough to not drink and do drugs when she was pregnant. And I pray, also, for the Landlord's family. They need some relief from stress and tragedy, too. I pray they receive healing and much support from the community, and can take the time to recover from such a heartwrenching event. And I pray that I don't get caught up in the middle of Mrs. Landlord's grief play. I pray I can be a support to her, and be a friend to her.
I also pray that I find another place to live, so my children and I can have some stability and not have to worry if we will have water.
And I also pray for a stupid blessing for all of these stupid 
. May they find a better home!
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