Five's a Party

 My shamrock plants are in full bloom :) I love them! they grow like mad, and bloom often, even in winter!

 I love it when the lawn is mowed. It takes a solid day and a half of mowing with a push mower, but when it is done, it looks so nice! short, lush, green, with the lines from the wheels looking all neat and tidy.  Too bad it only lasts a few days and needs doing again!  someday, I will have a ride-on mower. I will love it. small things.

 yesterday, G was home sick from work, so I had the van. I know I maybe should have stayed home like a good wife and made him some chicken soup and tucked him in and taken care of him, but he is pretty self sufficient when he's sick. I went to the auction instead.   We do alot of camping, since hotels are way too pricey for our *titewad* mentalities, we camp. it's about  $150 a night at a hotel vs 20-30 a night to camp. We don't rough it much, no rubbing sticks together and rolling in a blanket on the ground. We keep our eyes open, check at yard sales and thrift stores for the things we need to make camping as much fun and as comfortable as possible! A few years ago, we bought a queen sized blow up bed at an auction sale for $20. It lasted 5 years, with much use, until last summer one of the screws holding the legs gave way which tore an enormous gash in the mattress. we woke up resting on the straps that held the mattress.  At the auction yesterday, I snagged an even pos

 I've lost my wee Fergus..... I can't stop crying.  he was hit by a vehicle on the road and died probably instantly. I already miss his beautiful black eyes peering at me, begging for a tummy rub, his long lovely nose with his nose that always had a smudge of dirt from him burying something in the dirt. His quiet, gentle way of taking a doggy treat from baby lexie, his enthusiastic welcome of visitors to our home.  I will truely, honestly miss you, my fuzzy black Scottish Terrier.

everyone is sick! It seems to hit at 4 am and causes vomiting and diarrhea. It's been through most everyone except Hubs, Ryan and I. Even the neighbour kids that I have been watching since wednesday.

GIRL!!!! She's due July 30th. Not sure what her name will be, but my sister invited me to see the ultrasound. I was happy to go, and was blessed to see the wonder God has created... tiny, perfect hands, her small mouth opening and closing as she yawned. Her mini feet, each toe in it's  complete wonderful order. It reminded me of a line from a children's book~ "This tiny world your two hands could span, like the far off mountains and hills, God planned"  Here she is!  I love you already, little snuffaluffagus !

 A very good friend of mine recently wrote down her conversion an dshared it on facebook. I am now sharing it here with you :) This is Marie's story!  I was born into an average home in Toronto with a very beautiful mother and a strikingly handsome father. Mom stayed at home, while my father worked as an actor in the theatre. My sister Kathleen is 9 years older, and my brother Joseph is 4 years younger. Toronto was also the city where my maternal grandfather, a postal worker was brutally murdered, on July 14, 1946 and tossed into a ditch, left to die 40 hours later. Although I never knew a mother’s love, affection, or touch in my 16 years with her, I respected her in a strange sort of way. I was clearly an unwanted child.  Dad left when I was about 4 years old to eventually marry a woman from the theatre. How it came about I do not know, but shortly thereafter we were moved to Nilestown, not far from London, to spend the next 11 fearful, abhorrent years with a step-father.