The most sacred thing is a child's innocence;
his trust the most inviolate.
~ KN

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I'm a hobbyist photographer, a school counselor, a health junkie, and a mom. But above all, I'm just a woman living my truth. My biggest happiness in life is to savour each moment while it happens. That's all. That's everything.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Turns Out The Guy I Thought Was My 'Best Friend' Is A Sell Out ... True Story

So, like, I'm hardly ever here lately. Some lame excuse about being busy and having X number of projects on the go, and doing good things with the boy and around the house, etc, etc, etc. Lame. But there you have it.

Also, I don't even know what this space is for anyway. It's kind of morphed on me and I feel a bit intimidated about what goes here. So nothing comes out. Blogger's block or something.

But then I ran across this local ad and since it has to be the coolest ad ever, I have to share it. It's from kijiji (Canada's Craiglist). (It's just as it was printed on kijiji, typos and syntax and everything. That's part of what makes this so whacked out awesome.) FYI: don't accuse me of plagiarizing. I mean, it's totally plagiarized, but I don't want to hear about it.


"I hate myself as I write this..... I hated cats untill 11 years ago when I was 19, and I happened to stumbled across my most solid friend I've ever known, meowing in a dumpster, she was about a year old back then, and she was f*%ked up, someone had abused her and threw her in the dumpster to die. I took her out of what was supposed to be her blue BFI dumpster coffin and took her to the vet. My plan was to pay for her repairs and then let them deal with her from there. Didnt work out that way....I ended up taking her home. For the next seven years she was the Bonnie to my Clyde. She has seen, and been through some s#!t, think about it, I was 19 when I got her. Then 3-4 years ago everything changed...... I fell in love with a girl, who would become my wife, and Paris got less attention. My wife and I had a baby.... Paris was not impressed with the attention she WASNT getting.... you gotta remember, through all the house party's, girlfriends, housemoves... through it all, it was me and her, she could always count on me to be there at the end of the night scratching her her ears. Now my daughter is 2 and her and Paris have come to an understanding, "You can pet me, but if you pull my tail, I will mess you up kid." Great! everything is working out perfectly! I got a gorgeous wife, a beautiful daughter and my lil bud whos been there from the start of it all. However my wife couldnt resist my sexual charisma, and now shes pregnant again, and who can figure out women? not me, thats for sure, but anyhoo, this "Doctor" aka (Quack) that she is seeing has told her she has developed allergies to the most kicka$$ cat ever-Paris. So with a heavy heart Im either forced to find a good home for my best bud or kill my wife........ which could be an option if she wasnt pregnant with my baby, and if she didnt make the most delicious samwich'es in the world. So Im looking for a home for my best bud ever, she dont like other animals at all, she dont give a s#!t when you get home or if you're lonely or if you want to 'snuggle' She does things on her time, and you will like it. Shes a great cat for old ladies who want company and also a little authority in their lives and who have also been abandoned by their good for nothing kids, who are just waiting for an inheritance. If you can give Paris, who has probably burned through 12 of her 9 lives, but still acts like a kitten at heart, let me know :( I have a billion more pics if you want to see them."


I really hope that someone adopts this cat. I mean, I totally would if I didn't already have a couple of rescues.

Oh, and the fish died. But I had nothing to do with that. Swear.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Back On Track

I got off track over the last few months. I was doing well... in all aspects of my life... and then my camera went bye-bye and things started sliding downhill. I had plans, really good good plans; plans that I thought I could move up the deadline on with my camera MIA. Only, it didn't happen that way: life happens and things went askew.

I got a little lost... last week was really bad and then I got way lost. Skip past some maladaptive coping mechanisms and I'm slogging my way through the muck as I get out of it.

I'm finding myself now. I'm taking a day for me, and learning what I need to do to get back on track and moving forward. This is hard... harder than I thought. But I have good things happening for me... friends (I don't deserve) saying nice things and encouraging and filling up my love cup and regenerating me from the inside out. Now it's time for me to complete the task. No more tears to be shed; no more anger spilling out; no more wine (bottles).

Plans are changing as I sit here and I'm figuring out which door to open, if any at all. My choice is mine. And I'm making it... in time.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Life Is Good Again

Not that I'd take it to that extreme.... but maybe, well... almost.

Thank you thank you THANK YOU! for the love and encouragement shown me from the last very sad post. It worked! The fates decided I'd been punished enough and returned my camera to me!

The whole focusing mechanism was replaced and everything is in ship-shape again. Of course, with my ultra busy lifestyle (aka: having a five year old boy) I won't be able to really spend any time with it until Friday, but wow! It's a load off my mind.

I can breathe again.

I can plan again.

I can photograph again!


Sunday, February 12, 2012

Holding My Breath


I've all but given up on blogging. It's been about a month since I last wrote anything here. Days, even a week, since I last came by here and checked out what everyone on the reading list was up to. (I subscribe to blogs either by facebook or email, so I'm actually reading most anyway.)

I'm past the jitters and twitching part of the withdrawal. Now I'm into the depression and "what's the point of going on?" part of the addiction phase. No, not to blogging; to something real, something serious. Something that I haven't done since early January and it rips my heart out every day that I can't do it.

Photography. My camera has been in the shop getting love and attention since January 3. I don't know how much longer it will take. I don't know how much longer I can hold out. I've got a week or 3 left to go, and I still feel like I'm holding my breath.

It's taken the heart and life out of me. Blogging? Not really interested. Looking at photos? Kills me. Editing photos I've already taken? Uh uh; no way.

I've got a serious case of the no-photography sads. But I'm still here. Still hanging on. Still waiting....



The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before.
The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.
~Rajneesh