Thursday, November 26, 2009
Just Another ....
Baby Belly Plus....
We went over to visit mom and dad for a while... and I thought a few pictures we called for...
Monique and Mom ... the trouble only started when Yvette got it the picture... he he
She can't keep her eyes opened... so I had to do it again...
And look what I get... Monique talking... mom totally bored with the whole idea... and Yvette making faces... lets try this with someone else... Okay Monique get your baby belly over to Papa ...
awww you want me to move again... but I don't want to... he he
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
At Last Mom's Birthday...
Roger came rushing into the house a lot earlier then we thought he was going to... explaining to mom that he wouldn't be home later that some Dork Head (my words not his) didn't show up for work so he had to go back...
and I guess a little bit of good conversation...
Coffee being made... for all those addict to them... where is my coke????
You make me happy when skies are gray.... you never know dear how much I love you so please don't take my sunshine away....
Mom said enough was enough she was hungry ....
everybody get to the table or she was going to eat it all herself.. he he ... like that would ever happen....
You know that after lunch there is cake... and the story about this cake is Yvette worked really hard to make it.. .and actually it was very good.. even though they dropped on the way to the car.... doesn't look to bad for a cake being tossed around does it...
Mom helping out with the candles...
Yvette lighting the candles... I actually like this picture of her... not sure who took it though.... good job if it was you Pat... way to go if it was me he he ....
Happy Birthday to you... God I love it when mom smiles... it is so becoming of her...
And that little glitter just above dad's cheek his emotions getting the best of him... and I wonder at times why I am such an emotional person... I really where it comes from.... LOL... like I even have to ask that question....
And a I love you and thank you ....
My turn.... and by the look on mom's face you know she doesn't have a clue what it is.... then I explained that it was all her great grandchildren....
Me showing Hubert what I did for Caleb.... put his ultra sound photo in ... and now I am going to make one for Nikki's will one... baby belly... he he
My turn to cuddle up to mom...
ok I am not sure how this started but mom went over to dad.... being loving to him...
I think someone said that she should give dad a kiss thank you for his birthday gift to her.... and that was her reaction... she is so bad at times... it is just too funny....
Mom showing me the sweater Tommy and Barbara sent her... very pretty... can't wait to see her with it on....
And there she is the birthday girl.. with her sweet heart... all smiles.. and look at those eyes.. aren't they just too full of mischief .... I think so... got to love her... no the both of them...
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Project Great Grandchildren
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
A Memory, A Smile, A Tear
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Just Dropped By
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Lest We Forget 2009
A Pittance of Time
Written by Terry Kelly
Published by Jefter Publishing
They fought and some died for their homeland
They fought and some died now it’s our land
Look at his little child, there’s no fear in her eyes
Could he not show respect for other dads who have died?
Take two minutes, would you mind?
It’s a pittance of time
For the boys and the girls who went over
In peace may they rest, may we never forget why they died.
It’s a pittance of time
God forgive me for wanting to strike him
Give me strength so as not to be like him
My heart pounds in my breast, fingers pressed to my lips
My throat wants to bawl out, my tongue barely resists
But two minutes I will bide
It’s a pittance of time
For the boys and the girls who went over
In peace may they rest, may we never forget why they died.
It’s a pittance of time
Read the letters and poems of the heroes at home
They have casualties, battles, and fears of their own
There’s a price to be paid if you go, if you stay
Freedom is fought for and won in numerous ways
Take two minutes would you mind?
It’s a pittance of time
For the boys and the girls all over
May we never forget our young become vets
At the end of the line it’s a pittance of time
It takes courage to fight in your own war
It takes courage to fight someone else’s war
Our peacekeepers tell of their own living hell
I am Back and It is All About Me Today
Almost 3 months ago I said that there was no more blogging because there was nothing really to say… but after Sunday and taking up some space on my Project 2009 Blog I thought maybe I will come back for a while… it seems that I have more to say about what is going on recently and have thought this should be a blog….There are more things going on this time of the year and it has always been my venting place and I kind of miss it…
Being that this is the first blog for a while I think I am going to talk about ME…
I have been dieting for most of my life because I have been a large person for that length of time… and did really great when I did do it losing fast and when I did the slip I always regained what I lost and added more to it… 12 years ago I stopped everything and ate my way up to 270 pounds… 7 years or so ago I decided that I was not going to be around much longer if I didn’t do something about it and with the help of Flora McLean I started to walk at the civic center a few times a week… meeting Carl later on and he started giving me little tips on what not to eat in my life… and got me going to the gym….
I still remember the day that I decided what weight I was going down to.. I was on the treadmill and thinking how far am I going to go with this… and for some reason 180 pounds came to me… not too big not to small… I was going to the gym and still eating pretty well what I wanted but was losing some weight… it took a long time to get from 270 to 250 and then I stopped… not going to the gym but losing weight… I knew that if I didn’t maintain what I lost I was going to get it back… like before…. So for 6 months I continued the gym and watched what I was eating… that is when I was told that I was a diabetic….
Since then my goal has still been 180 pounds… and I have worked on it very slowly through these years… going down and maintaining it for 6 months and more at times like the last lost for almost 2 years… this year I had to make a decision on what I was going to do with my teeth.. .and because of the cost I choose to take my top teeth out… with the removal of them and changing what I was eating because of it I finally was out of the 200s and into the 100s… at the month I am 13 pounds to my goal… as I sit here sitting Indian wise in my computer chair and enjoying the fact that I can put my legs up without having and problems…. Wearing a 3x jack shirt that I don’t want to give up and only wear outside of the house when I am having a slob day…. When this started I was wearing a size 24 jean today I am in a non stretch 18 (and it being non stretch is very important to me) but I know that they should be 16 but I just got them a few months ago and really don’t want to go out and spend the money on another 2 pair… I am cheap… actually I waiting for when I take them off and not have to unbutton them to go get another pair… yes I am a strange woman… and when I get to 180 pounds I will have lost the total weight of my mother …
I do know that according to the BMI (Body Mass Index) I am still fat and would have to grow 7 more inches in height to be at their perfect weight… but then I have never said at any time that I was perfect… so why start now… he he…
I have never taken the time to look at myself in the mirror… Why Should I? I know that I am big so why bother looking… but about 1.5 months ago I was in at Pennington’s getting some personal wear and as the sales lady was adjusting things I actually took a look in the mirror… and was totally amazed at what I seen…. There were no lumps or bumps showing with the clothes I was wearing… my jeans were fitting just right with nothing hanging out over the waist band… though according to some people they are still too big on me…I still have a baggy backside…. but I always liked big… I also seen something that I had not seen in a very, very long time… my body actually has a curve in it.. I do have a waist people…
Each day I get up and say that I am going back to the gym and never get there for some reason or other and they are all lame excuses by the way… no one has to tell me that but I know I have to if I want to get to where I want to be… one day I am going to stop and take up another membership….Throughout these year I have heard a lot of people tell me how good I am looking and that I have lost a lot of weight but there is one person that makes me go on which is funny because though I should see him more often I don’t and that Harold’s father Charles… when I go to hug him he always comments on how much smaller I am and that I am not as soft as I was before… I am firming up is what he tells me… and of course the most important one how much easier it is for him to put his arms around me… though I don’t really care what people think of my in weight wise… his comments always got to me… and always made and still makes me feel good about myself…
So will I get to the goal that I have set for myself… I don’t know… will I maintain what I have done… I hope so… will I cheat … often I am still a junk food junky and love my pop, chips, bars and desserts… and continue to have them with a lot of fighting going on inside me between each cheat… when the cheats are smaller… instead of a whole bar I get York Mint Patties they sell in canteens… I don’t get a large bag of chips and when I do the puppies get more then I do… I think in time it will come because of the work that I have done to get where I am… I actually like looking at myself when I get dressed and put on my skin tight camisoles with the smooth lines… before I put a large top on top of them… Like I said before I like big and baggy….
On this finally note… I would like to thank Danie for some extra clothes once again she has passed on to me… most of it is big but that is the way I like it as I have said many times in here but then wearing your hand me downs is like when I wear a shirt of Carl’s when he is away too long… or dad’s …..it is like having you close to me even though you are so far way as I travel through my day… thanks again…
And when will you hear me talk about myself and my weight… probably the day I get on the scale and see the 180 numbers come up… and maybe that day I will get someone to take a photo of me… to celebrate…
The rest of the blogs will be of what is going on in the Melanson’s…. this is not just about me… he, he….
Have a wonderful Tuesday people… Joanne