tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274801372011-10-16T20:00:46.986-06:00Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.comBlogger7341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-89897241210440860022011-05-08T21:41:00.001-06:002011-05-08T21:41:17.236-06:00Happy Mothers Day! I managed to have lunch with my kids and Mom today!<br /><br />NASCAR. Who wanted to be a video cam in the hauler with Harvick and Busch<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-8989724121044086002?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-58183595669694055452011-05-07T08:32:00.001-06:002011-05-07T08:32:16.409-06:00Dh was working west of here and stumbled upon something or something staulked him. Not sure which. Take a guess.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/07/1154.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/07/s_1154.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />About the size of a workboot. Either a small grizzly or a big black bear. Lots of deer as well.<br /><br />I'm taking part in the Scrapwhispers design team National Scrapbooking Day challenges check it out. Either through my Sharpshootingbysherri blog or the Scrapwhispers blog.<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-5818359566969405545?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-65627718603531629332011-02-24T22:41:00.000-07:002011-02-24T22:41:16.938-07:00Time has flown and I really don't know where it went. Work was rough, the weather was horrible, planning for the trip, going on holidays. Then being sick prior to holidays, during holidays, after holidays, having my baby boy (age 7now), diagnosed with aspergers /autism, my dd having another bout of tonsillitis, then losing job. All in a week. Really threw me for a loop. I am taking a week to regroup, rethink, and plan for the future.<br /><br />Any suggestions go ahead and make thing!<br /><br />Good thing one : I am now on the Scrapwhispers design team!!!! Come check it out. http://scrapwhispers.blogspot.com/<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6562771860353162933?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-47287966770526620682010-12-27T22:28:00.001-07:002010-12-27T22:28:00.450-07:00My friend Della went to Egypt and Isreal in November. She sent me for Christmas this nativity scene. (I love nativity scenes) it was bought in Bethlehem and is carved out of olive wood. Awesome.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/27/4045.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/27/s_4045.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-4728796677052662068?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-18669294281440607682010-12-27T10:36:00.001-07:002010-12-27T10:36:15.452-07:00<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/27/1761.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/27/s_1761.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-1866929428144060768?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-83341486248293554802010-12-25T12:59:00.001-07:002010-12-25T12:59:46.560-07:00<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/25/2538.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/25/s_2538.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-8334148624829355480?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-59658130959440673552010-12-21T16:17:00.001-07:002010-12-21T16:17:14.682-07:00Here I am three days before christmas with my feet up at west Edmonton mall waterpark. Dd is busy playing on the slides and in the water.<br /><br />Ds and dad are over at the amusement park.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/2448.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/21/s_2448.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='250' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-5965813095944067355?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-49700474819791358692010-12-19T21:42:00.001-07:002010-12-19T21:42:28.848-07:00<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/19/3354.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/19/s_3354.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-4970047481979135869?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-66961660678355380322010-12-19T21:41:00.001-07:002010-12-19T21:41:58.844-07:00<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/19/3352.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/19/s_3352.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6696166067835538032?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-55012985477465852702010-12-19T21:38:00.001-07:002010-12-19T21:38:06.176-07:00<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-5501298547746585270?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-75886157368620946972010-12-19T21:32:00.001-07:002010-12-19T21:32:05.142-07:00<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7588615736862094697?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-15897825000591017112010-12-19T21:31:00.001-07:002010-12-19T21:31:55.784-07:00<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/19/3340.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/19/s_3340.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-1589782500059101711?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-47228250113336136672010-12-19T21:30:00.001-07:002010-12-19T21:30:30.933-07:00Dh came home last night to get the hutch put on the entertainment centre. Then dd helped him put up the tree.<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-4722825011333613667?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-33378249009452118072010-12-09T14:46:00.000-07:002010-12-09T14:46:20.914-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TQFHBhBOOHI/AAAAAAAABhg/aQNYpw35s9Q/s1600/IMG_1118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TQFHBhBOOHI/AAAAAAAABhg/aQNYpw35s9Q/s320/IMG_1118.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TQFIZzo35SI/AAAAAAAABhk/XHdPxEdImlI/s1600/IMG_1243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TQFIZzo35SI/AAAAAAAABhk/XHdPxEdImlI/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TQFJ2q5vQoI/AAAAAAAABho/mjNfLLik3qU/s1600/IMG_1275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TQFJ2q5vQoI/AAAAAAAABho/mjNfLLik3qU/s320/IMG_1275.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TQFLeWKi-8I/AAAAAAAABhs/R1kJOeQCwjE/s1600/IMG_1293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TQFLeWKi-8I/AAAAAAAABhs/R1kJOeQCwjE/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TQFNF2GgXSI/AAAAAAAABhw/BtLVr6p6OOc/s1600/IMG_1313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TQFNF2GgXSI/AAAAAAAABhw/BtLVr6p6OOc/s320/IMG_1313.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-3337824900945211807?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-46307166040895773012010-12-08T00:23:00.002-07:002010-12-08T00:23:59.784-07:00Work seems to be kicking my butt, in December of all times.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-4630716604089577301?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-66891546239168217712010-12-03T13:23:00.000-07:002010-12-03T13:23:12.703-07:00<a href="http://www.albertalocalnews.com/reddeeradvocate/video/Season_of_lights_111189079.html">Red Deer Advocate - Another season of lights at the von Hollen's</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6689154623916821771?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-76252576048838861092010-11-25T11:07:00.001-07:002010-11-25T11:07:54.543-07:00NOT a record that I ever want to meet again.&nbsp; It was bone chilling cold the last few days.&nbsp; We broke cold records all over the region.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7625257604883886109?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-39962294851262814322010-11-19T08:27:00.001-07:002010-11-19T08:27:18.296-07:00I had a cortisone shot yesterday for my hip/pelvis injury from last year. Oh my, it didn't hurt much going in, but last night ouch ouch ouch. I hope it works.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-3996229485126281432?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-58568963699890834832010-11-14T09:47:00.000-07:002010-11-14T09:47:37.137-07:00Granted I don't know if it is flu or not.<br /><br />Dd was sick missed school Monday and tuesday. Wednesday night ds started puking and didn't stop till yesterday. Today he is at least responsive not in a stupor.<br /><br />I have a cold, dh says he has one too. He has been away working so I have been handling it all. Being sick sucks, looking after sickos sucks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-5856896369989083483?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-25232183546551858462010-11-10T16:28:00.000-07:002010-11-10T16:28:04.754-07:00Remembrance Day - for my Grandfather, my uncles, my Aunt, my In-laws, my friends spouses, all those that have fought and will fight, we remember you on November 11.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TNsprJmBYHI/AAAAAAAABhY/LdJkumpb3ds/s1600/peace.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TNsprJmBYHI/AAAAAAAABhY/LdJkumpb3ds/s320/peace.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TNso57euz0I/AAAAAAAABhU/_DkORaHBXwU/s1600/New+Image.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TNso57euz0I/AAAAAAAABhU/_DkORaHBXwU/s1600/New+Image.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TNso3-arGUI/AAAAAAAABhQ/dHma2BnKN14/s1600/New+Image+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TNso3-arGUI/AAAAAAAABhQ/dHma2BnKN14/s1600/New+Image+2.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TNsqVNHrkiI/AAAAAAAABhc/Wwdl-Iskz7c/s1600/RDCenotaphFilePhotoRandy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TNsqVNHrkiI/AAAAAAAABhc/Wwdl-Iskz7c/s320/RDCenotaphFilePhotoRandy.jpg" width="253" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-2523218354655185846?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-35727845625912662392010-11-09T15:51:00.002-07:002010-11-09T15:51:44.730-07:00<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bXGZr-IJJ4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bXGZr-IJJ4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-3572784562591266239?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-38801727748344494722010-10-25T12:59:00.000-06:002010-10-25T12:59:00.625-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TMXTTOIpkmI/AAAAAAAABhI/FLuXiO66_to/s1600/photo4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TMXTTOIpkmI/AAAAAAAABhI/FLuXiO66_to/s320/photo4.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TMXTT-upvnI/AAAAAAAABhM/0BIHFj5vzCk/s1600/photo3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TMXTT-upvnI/AAAAAAAABhM/0BIHFj5vzCk/s1600/photo3.JPG" /></a>And the good news is it is supposed to be gone by Halloween with a high of 9C which is 48F</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-3880172774834449472?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-75893369335830477852010-10-24T19:45:00.000-06:002010-10-24T19:45:53.251-06:00How would you like to go fishing in this pond?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TMTg6vWcH5I/AAAAAAAABg8/8gbNz25eIEE/s1600/IMG_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TMTg6vWcH5I/AAAAAAAABg8/8gbNz25eIEE/s320/IMG_0154.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TMThEdqkTNI/AAAAAAAABhA/OELKKCN2DmI/s1600/IMG_0155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TMThEdqkTNI/AAAAAAAABhA/OELKKCN2DmI/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TMThOyzePZI/AAAAAAAABhE/jcu_IRxWf-I/s1600/IMG_0156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TMThOyzePZI/AAAAAAAABhE/jcu_IRxWf-I/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7589336933583047785?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-15047030450219012332010-10-21T15:51:00.000-06:002010-10-21T15:51:07.408-06:00Where has October gone?&nbsp; Well we went down to Great Falls from Oct 8 to 12.&nbsp; Brakes went out in the van when we hit Lethbridge, so on a Friday of a long weekend we were finding a dealership to fix them.&nbsp; Then at US customs they pulled DH out of the vehicle and put him in a locked room, and me and the kids in a different place, they did a dog search on the van.&nbsp;&nbsp; Secondary check for some reason.&nbsp; So our seven hour trip was almost 12.<br /><br />Spent the days, watching the kids play in the pool, nap, read, relax, and a little shopping.&nbsp; Went to the littlest river and the kids loved the fish Hatchery.<br /><br />Came back home, and headed north to a two day accounting course on IFRS standards.,&nbsp; When did accounting get so dull??&nbsp; While I was in Edmonton, MIL fell again and bruised herself pretty badly but didn't break anything this time.<br /><br />Kids are driving me nuts,&nbsp; if it isn't one, it seems to be the other.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />Dreading the ending of fall and the onset of winter.&nbsp; Calgary has already had snow.&nbsp; I have still been managing to drive the vette though.&nbsp; <br /><br />DD is busy busy in girl guides, and DS hates Beavers, and school.<br /><br />One day at a time. is all. One step at a time. Sometimes on inch at a time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-1504703045021901233?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-12020309885947937482010-09-24T13:45:00.000-06:002010-09-24T13:45:54.781-06:00First day in I don't know how long without rain. So I took advantage and went for a walk along the river.&nbsp; I was rewarded with seeing something I have never ever seen in my entire life.&nbsp; A live snake in the wild.&nbsp; I have seen pet snakes, and snakes in zoos, but never have I seen one in the wild.&nbsp; THis is a little garter snake.&nbsp; (at least I think it is)&nbsp; Hard to pick out among the fall foliage but it is there.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TJz_mdZye7I/AAAAAAAABg0/QZp-W-F0zdQ/s1600/photo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TJz_mdZye7I/AAAAAAAABg0/QZp-W-F0zdQ/s320/photo1.JPG" width="237" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TJz_1KRXxfI/AAAAAAAABg4/xLCyyDtslcc/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TJz_1KRXxfI/AAAAAAAABg4/xLCyyDtslcc/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-1202030988594793748?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-75137392534868794612010-09-14T09:58:00.000-06:002010-09-14T09:58:03.806-06:00EDMONTON — James Cameron is coming to see Alberta’s oilsands for himself. <br /><br />In a letter to Alberta Premier Ed Stelmach, the Hollywood director says he has scheduled a three-day trip starting Sept. 27. <br />“My goal for this visit is to learn as much as possible from industry executives, government officials and impacted communities in order to form my own independent conclusion about these operations,” Cameron writes. <br />“As a native-born Canadian, I’m concerned about the criticism levelled at Alberta’s oilsands operations and eager to learn whether they are true or not, and if true, how they are being addressed by industry and government.” <br />Cameron, who directed such movie hits as “Avatar,” “Aliens,” “Titanic” and “The Terminator,” says he wants to meet with oilsands company executives and if possible, tour one of the operations, on Sept. 28 in Fort McMurray. <br />Later that day, Cameron says he plans to fly north to Fort Chipewyan to meet with community leaders. On Sept. 29, he says he’d like to meet with Stelmach and Energy Minister Ron Liepert. <br />“I appreciate your willingness to help me learn more about these operations and to accommodate my schedule,” Cameron writes to Stelmach. <br />At a UN forum in New York City earlier this year, Cameron called the oilsands a “black eye” on Canada’s image as an environmental leader. <br />His remarks prompted Stelmach to extend an invitation to the director. <br />Stelmach’s spokesman, Jerry Bellikka, said the letter was received Thursday. <br />As for meeting Cameron, “the premier has a number of meetings and a trip to Ottawa in the same time frame but if it’s possible, the premier would intend to sit down with Mr. Cameron for a while,” Bellikka said. <br />George Poitras, a former chief of the Mikisew Cree First Nation near Fort Chipewyan, is a long-time opponent of the oilsands. <br />He has said he had a personal meeting with Cameron in the director’s hotel room in New York City in April, when both men attended the United Nations Permanent Forum on Indigenous Issues. <br />The forum featured a special screening of “Avatar,” Cameron’s environmental-themed blockbuster, and the Ontario-born Cameron also took part in a panel discussion on indigenous issues. <br />Poitras said he invited Cameron to visit Alberta to see what he calls the environmental “devastation” of the oilsands industry. <br />He said he identified with the indigenous people depicted in “Avatar” who are trying to stop the exploitation of the lush planet Pandora by invaders who want to mine its resources. <br />Many in Poitras’ home community of about 1,200 north of Edmonton would like to tell Cameron about their concerns, including possible health effects of the industry, decimation of the boreal forest, and the lack of consultation by energy companies with aboriginal communities. <br /><br />I am not sure if this visit is good or bad.&nbsp; The oil sands help keep our dependence on the MID_EAST oil countries to a minimum.&nbsp; I have been to Fort McMurray I have seen them, they are huge. <br />&nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTw2QiRMjsx8kuHS4b1vEe39na96Un5TOJ6LoDDg1A79W9uiOk&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__sNdZf965M8bXiE6lhLM3IGoIONM=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTw2QiRMjsx8kuHS4b1vEe39na96Un5TOJ6LoDDg1A79W9uiOk&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__sNdZf965M8bXiE6lhLM3IGoIONM=" /></a></div>Alberta # 1 revenue is gambling, # 2 I believe is tourism, and I believe # 3 is oil and gas industry.&nbsp; Anything that hurts the oil and gas industry trickles down and hurts the whole province.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7513739253486879461?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-79301048558741367292010-09-08T15:37:00.000-06:002010-09-08T15:37:05.555-06:00On our return from Great Falls, we stopped in Lethbridge for a night.&nbsp; DS wanted McDonalds, (he always wants McDonalds), so he had his McDonalds and the DH, DD and I had Wok Box.<br /><br />Friday night DH comes home and asks me if I heard about the Hep A scare and a Mcdonalds in Lethbridge???&nbsp; Ummm NO!<br /><br />So off we go googling, since we do not know Lethbridge well, we were not sure what McDonalds we had been at, or which McDonalds was the one in question.&nbsp; The press said to call Health Link.&nbsp; So I called health link,&nbsp; found the actual McDonalds site, in the meantime DH and I figured out which McDonalds we had eaten at.&nbsp; And you guessed it, it was the one that was contaminated.&nbsp; What are the chances?&nbsp; Health link highly recommended me driving to Calgary or Lethbridge the next day for the vacination.&nbsp; That is a whole day for me.&nbsp; But I was willing to do it for DS.&nbsp; His health is to precarious at the best of times.&nbsp; I gave health link all the info and left it at that.&nbsp; Then an hour later they call back, our city is holding a clinic on Saturday I can get DS vaccinated at it.&nbsp; Poor little guy was so overwhelmed at the thought.<br />So Saturday I sit in the health clinic for an hour waiting our turn for the vaccination with a little one crying he didn't want it.&nbsp; One of our cities soccer teams were there too, as they had eaten there after provinical tournament.<br /><br />So DS is vacinatied one dose, needs another in six-12 months.&nbsp; I was able to get into the clinic yesterday for my Hep A vaccination and found out my tetanus was expired and needed it too.&nbsp; DH and DD were able to get in last night too.&nbsp; So we are good to go for 6-12 months.&nbsp; I have diarized it in my daytimers.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />I just hope that none of us actually come down with Hep A, as the vaccination is not fullproof!&nbsp; What are the chances?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7930104855874136729?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-89305697213213125152010-08-31T11:39:00.000-06:002010-08-31T11:39:40.521-06:00There have been a lot of deaths of people this past spring and summer.&nbsp; In some way or other they all touched my life.<br /><br />Sonia - wife of Tom, she died in her sleep, fast and unexpected and we lost a wonderful lady, a wonderful sense of humor.<br /><br />Steve - my cousin that&nbsp; I really didn't know, but who was so good to my Mom, he dropped dead one day of a heart attack on the job <br /><br />Angie's Mom - our receptionists Mom, she had a massive heart attack on her first vacation, a cruise, and never recovered from the damage done.&nbsp; It took a long painful month for her to finally pass.<br /><br />Bob - Gooch's Dad - four years to the day that Evelyn died of cancer, Bob died of a massive stroke before the cancer could take him.<br /><br />Norman - the closest person I ever had to a father figure.&nbsp; He passed away the day I went on holidays and was buried while we were still away.&nbsp; Mom didn't tell me until I got back.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-8930569721321312515?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-17687275791758872942010-08-13T17:55:00.002-06:002010-08-13T17:55:18.874-06:00So looking forward to some time to rejuvanate.<br /><br />See yall later.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-1768727579175887294?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-68449364472962673212010-08-12T15:09:00.000-06:002010-08-12T15:09:19.042-06:00My little girl has been 10 for a month already, now how did that happen?<br /><br />My seven year old updates me daily that he STILL does not have a loose tooth,&nbsp; he is very upset about not having lost any yet.<br /><br />Kids have been in a variety of summer day camps all summer, as I am a working MOm, and Dad is a work away Dad.<br /><br />DD has done a science camp at the local college, a dance camp, a girls rock camp, a sleep away camp, a week at Sunny Brook farm and museum, a climbing camp, and of course her summer will end with a whole week at a girl guide camp.&nbsp; (She is willing to miss one week of family vacation to go to it.)<br /><br />DS has been in a sports camp at the local college, did a Kinship camp with the Learning Disabilities Society,&nbsp; been in the general sport camps at our local sports faciltiy (swim, gym, gymnastics, climbing etc), and two weeks at Sunny brook farm and museum.&nbsp; <br /><br />That should be seven each.&nbsp; It is expensive, very expensive, but I know they are well taken care of and they get to do so much during the day.&nbsp; DD comes home physically tired out, and DS well DS is DS.&nbsp; Sometimes the D is darling, sometimes some other choice D words.<br /><br />When we get back from holidays he has an appointment with a new pediatrician, that hopefully will get some diagnostics done so that we can begin to treat him, and that he will begin to excell to be what he can be.&nbsp; That is all I want, him to excell to his extent, not my extent, not anyone elses extent, just his.&nbsp; I want to see a happy smiling little boy (big boy he is seven after all), not such a sad dejected mini person that has big black eyes from crying and is so so unhappy.&nbsp; Isn't that what most parents want, is their kids to be happy?<br /><br />DH and I are still attempting to repair our relationship.&nbsp; He has not had a drink since June 26.&nbsp; He seems to be doing okay, says he is doing okay, I can see the stress hit him at times.&nbsp; My job right now is stress from hades, and not helping the whole situation.<br /><br />We are going to head off to Great Falls next week sometime, and meet up with one of my old SJ friends.&nbsp; I feel so bad everytime I basically drive by her front door and not stop to meet up.&nbsp; This year it will happen.<br /><br />I have been having very hard thoughts lately.&nbsp; Very hard thoughts.&nbsp; I am just unsure how to proceed with all that life is throwing at me right now.&nbsp; How does a person after being beat down, and mistreated all their life, have the gumption to decide that they are "worthy?"&nbsp; I don't know how to do that, I need help, and do not know where to turn.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6844936447296267321?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-62764076398932594392010-08-04T11:12:00.000-06:002010-08-04T11:12:26.174-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncp1EID_bDM/Sc6lfELZtqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/scyCDn6_ufs/s1600/ritas+750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncp1EID_bDM/Sc6lfELZtqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/scyCDn6_ufs/s320/ritas+750.jpg" /></a>This is Sherri Cheri and Amy sharing one fantastic margarita at Rita's on the river in 2008.&nbsp; Great times.&nbsp; You still have time to come over to Texas Scrapfest and participate in the challenges, and door prizes, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Texas Scrapfest 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you want to see my current work for the challenges come on over to my blog, SharpshootingbySherri </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.sharpshootingbysherri.blogspot.com/">sharpshootingbysherri</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6276407639893259439?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-42866378582421766582010-07-28T10:35:00.000-06:002010-07-28T10:35:32.056-06:00Today is my DS 7th birthday!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TFBcTR8TmjI/AAAAAAAABgk/-HkqoVAnIoA/s1600/austin+cut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TFBcTR8TmjI/AAAAAAAABgk/-HkqoVAnIoA/s320/austin+cut.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-4286637858242176658?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-63491716947647248602010-07-27T14:21:00.000-06:002010-07-27T14:21:16.903-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Rrn8SSkqnTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1WoI7TT12dg/s1600/12lesle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Rrn8SSkqnTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1WoI7TT12dg/s320/12lesle.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lesle Mora has worked tirelessly for years hosting the Texas Scrapfest Crops and I want to give a huge shout out to her for doing them.&nbsp; Texas scrapfest 2010 is an I-crop and you can come visit here in order to join in the fun and challenges.&nbsp; <a href="http://www.texasscrapfest.com/">Texas Scrapfest 2010</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you so much Lesle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you want to see more Scrapfest pages from 2007 you can go to my posts on this blog on AUgust 8.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6349171694764724860?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-72035419824920624782010-07-19T19:21:00.000-06:002010-07-19T19:21:56.238-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET5i2ECuJI/AAAAAAAABgM/JQhPiP9spe4/s1600/P1060967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET5i2ECuJI/AAAAAAAABgM/JQhPiP9spe4/s320/P1060967.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET51x7TP9I/AAAAAAAABgU/-ZIAax-4Wgs/s1600/P1060972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET51x7TP9I/AAAAAAAABgU/-ZIAax-4Wgs/s320/P1060972.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET6H5xwrrI/AAAAAAAABgc/_yDjCljlkO0/s1600/P1060971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET6H5xwrrI/AAAAAAAABgc/_yDjCljlkO0/s320/P1060971.JPG" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7203541982492062478?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-76658177844237951602010-07-19T19:17:00.000-06:002010-07-19T19:17:17.024-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET4lajlTmI/AAAAAAAABf8/1WfKV_I3vI0/s1600/P1060847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET4lajlTmI/AAAAAAAABf8/1WfKV_I3vI0/s320/P1060847.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET5BrofUWI/AAAAAAAABgE/PHDoWhj3_yE/s1600/P1060857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET5BrofUWI/AAAAAAAABgE/PHDoWhj3_yE/s320/P1060857.JPG" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7665817784423795160?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-25398914897630035352010-07-19T19:12:00.000-06:002010-07-19T19:12:38.807-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET2u0wg1iI/AAAAAAAABfc/3YtXENirOA0/s1600/IMG_9902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET2u0wg1iI/AAAAAAAABfc/3YtXENirOA0/s320/IMG_9902.JPG" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET3JbVpWyI/AAAAAAAABfk/ePRCEF-yLDE/s1600/IMG_9945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET3JbVpWyI/AAAAAAAABfk/ePRCEF-yLDE/s320/IMG_9945.JPG" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET3zhWy82I/AAAAAAAABf0/JHn00NaMXvI/s1600/IMG_9939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET3zhWy82I/AAAAAAAABf0/JHn00NaMXvI/s320/IMG_9939.JPG" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET3cFaYzBI/AAAAAAAABfs/bqqI_mVOasA/s1600/IMG_9970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TET3cFaYzBI/AAAAAAAABfs/bqqI_mVOasA/s320/IMG_9970.JPG" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-2539891489763003535?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-61425373028884696612010-06-24T15:20:00.006-06:002010-06-24T15:22:23.247-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs46/f/2009/213/9/7/True_Blood__Eric_Northman_by_ilovedrigo4ever.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" ru="true" src="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs46/f/2009/213/9/7/True_Blood__Eric_Northman_by_ilovedrigo4ever.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6142537302888469661?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-90039378644294507282010-06-05T17:54:00.004-06:002010-06-05T17:58:44.469-06:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TArkJLM8WRI/AAAAAAAABfU/Nwov7WpFMek/s1600/IMG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TArkJLM8WRI/AAAAAAAABfU/Nwov7WpFMek/s400/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479442742926661906" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TArj0FQl_GI/AAAAAAAABfM/kZy58RgT9yw/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/TArj0FQl_GI/AAAAAAAABfM/kZy58RgT9yw/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479442380554108002" /></a><br /><br /><br />DD poem Hamburgers was picked and published in the book: Over The Moon, A collection of Poems written by young Canadians. She is to put it mildly Over the Moon at being published. I am so proud of her.<br /><br />Of all the schools to enter, her elementary school was picked 3rd best in Canada. I think that is pretty awesome. It was a student teacher doing a practicum that encouraged and helped the kids. That bit of enthusiasum has made a huge difference to my daughter.<br /><br />Congrats Alexis.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-9003937864429450728?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-77516077817139804402010-05-27T14:18:00.002-06:002010-05-27T14:20:54.821-06:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S_7T6kku3AI/AAAAAAAABfE/KA4LIUBw6i0/s1600/dive+down+under.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S_7T6kku3AI/AAAAAAAABfE/KA4LIUBw6i0/s400/dive+down+under.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476047200132717570" /></a><br />I am excited to announce I am offically published.<br /><br />The summer edition of Canadian Scrapbooker published one of my favorite LO ever. I am so happy to see it in print.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7751607781713980440?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-23600949548391004732010-04-22T08:25:00.002-06:002010-04-22T08:28:50.396-06:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S9BdG0o-qtI/AAAAAAAABe8/YjWouDYlyXc/s1600/IMG_9868.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S9BdG0o-qtI/AAAAAAAABe8/YjWouDYlyXc/s400/IMG_9868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462968719791532754" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S9Bc0pXRpjI/AAAAAAAABe0/szUIcnVzzsU/s1600/IMG_9871.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S9Bc0pXRpjI/AAAAAAAABe0/szUIcnVzzsU/s400/IMG_9871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462968407526843954" /></a><br />Meet Pumpkin better known as pumpikins. Say goodbye to Ginger. DD was heartbroke.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-2360094954839100473?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-44725892340427325892010-03-15T21:18:00.004-06:002010-03-15T21:20:18.763-06:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S5747X6basI/AAAAAAAABes/Fa6pXfv19j0/s1600-h/bunny+3+sized.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S5747X6basI/AAAAAAAABes/Fa6pXfv19j0/s400/bunny+3+sized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449066298079931074" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S5744F3o1KI/AAAAAAAABek/gxkH7nV4pS8/s1600-h/bunny+2+sized.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S5744F3o1KI/AAAAAAAABek/gxkH7nV4pS8/s400/bunny+2+sized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449066241696781474" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S5740KjstxI/AAAAAAAABec/8eLj78nNDSI/s1600-h/bunny+1+sized.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S5740KjstxI/AAAAAAAABec/8eLj78nNDSI/s400/bunny+1+sized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449066174235850514" /></a><br />These were taken with my little point and shoot in poor poor lighting. I want to try them out with lots of light and a much calmer bunny.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-4472589234042732589?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-58236384356456848212010-03-08T12:22:00.002-07:002010-03-08T12:25:59.987-07:00March and the kids are riding bikes among or should I say around the snow banks.<br /><br />Kids both needed new bikes this year, so we picked them up on sale and they wanted to try them out. Been around the block a couple times in the last few weeks. But Saturday and SUnday they rode, and I walked over to the open walking sidewalk, and let them go, a little wet, but no ice and no snow. Saturday they probably did 5 miles, yesterday probably did closer to ten. And that is with DS still with training wheels on. I hobble as far as I can then just park myself keep them in my line of sight and let them go.<br /><br />On a really exciting note, DH got qualified for a radio contest for a trip to the Coca Cola 600 in May. OMG OMG OMG, I think I would faint if we won. Please cross some fingers and toes for us.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-5823638435645684821?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-13938422843093500762010-03-02T15:03:00.001-07:002010-03-02T15:07:52.755-07:00I received a wonderful email:<br /><br /><blockquote>Congratulations! I would like to request one of your fabulous designs to be published in our upcoming Summer issue of the Canadian Scrapbooker magazine that will be released June 1 2010. <br /><br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-1393842284309350076?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-58149356632634873152010-01-20T14:35:00.003-07:002010-01-20T14:36:56.518-07:00My DD (Alexis) entered the Canadian 100th anniversary design your own uniform contest. Her design is one of ten finalists, from across Canada. I am so proud of her.<br /><br /><a href="https://2010.girlguides.ca/guides_uniform"></a><br /><br /><br />https://2010.girlguides.ca/guides_uniform<br /><br /><a href="https://2010.girlguides.ca/guides_uniform"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-5814935663263487315?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-90726269243238827322010-01-20T13:55:00.003-07:002010-01-20T13:58:05.437-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S1duV0ql1wI/AAAAAAAABeU/5LIJ1JfMonE/s1600-h/IMG_9826+sized.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S1duV0ql1wI/AAAAAAAABeU/5LIJ1JfMonE/s400/IMG_9826+sized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428929197012014850" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S1duRKQkOsI/AAAAAAAABeM/fk-4JFy9-bU/s1600-h/IMG_9804+sized.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S1duRKQkOsI/AAAAAAAABeM/fk-4JFy9-bU/s400/IMG_9804+sized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428929116909091522" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S1duM29tqUI/AAAAAAAABeE/sA3tZuD-q48/s1600-h/IMG_9840+sized.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/S1duM29tqUI/AAAAAAAABeE/sA3tZuD-q48/s400/IMG_9840+sized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428929043010267458" /></a><br />The torch was brought to the celebration on a sleigh pulled by a team of clydsdales. DD had been in the parade leading up to the arrival of the Olympic Flame. Day 78 - is supposed to have seen the largest celebration yet on the journey across Canada. 18 - 20 thousand people.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-9072626924323882732?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-81929713784399410532009-12-23T19:16:00.003-07:002009-12-23T19:19:31.899-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SzLPr3vhz7I/AAAAAAAABd8/Q80bo2ISo1A/s1600-h/P1050583.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SzLPr3vhz7I/AAAAAAAABd8/Q80bo2ISo1A/s400/P1050583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418621654284750770" /></a><br />Have a very merry holiday and a wonderful new year!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SzLPKzsN3UI/AAAAAAAABd0/g6BPM1ai07c/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SzLPKzsN3UI/AAAAAAAABd0/g6BPM1ai07c/s400/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418621086261435714" /></a><br /><br /><br />DS made this at a Christmas Party he attended.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-8192971378439941053?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-27063259361325708752009-12-04T15:17:00.001-07:002009-12-04T15:18:03.499-07:00For those of you that do not know, I was hurt in a car accident late in October. It has pretty much been a pain in the neck ever since.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-2706325936132570875?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-77626001762989557952009-10-23T14:08:00.005-06:002009-10-23T14:10:23.880-06:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SuINqxUtrcI/AAAAAAAABdk/h79jCFUCAwM/s1600-h/Candy+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SuINqxUtrcI/AAAAAAAABdk/h79jCFUCAwM/s400/Candy+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395890331989159362" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SuINmie15FI/AAAAAAAABdc/cI7dQvhl_PQ/s1600-h/candy+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SuINmie15FI/AAAAAAAABdc/cI7dQvhl_PQ/s400/candy+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395890259285632082" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SuINjLcn-lI/AAAAAAAABdU/aoBZLCWzQI4/s1600-h/candy+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SuINjLcn-lI/AAAAAAAABdU/aoBZLCWzQI4/s400/candy+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395890201562708562" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SuINehsm_BI/AAAAAAAABdM/PjHFR2lAn-Y/s1600-h/candy+4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SuINehsm_BI/AAAAAAAABdM/PjHFR2lAn-Y/s400/candy+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395890121635986450" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SuINayH5rmI/AAAAAAAABdE/kbwYe26gzpg/s1600-h/candy+5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SuINayH5rmI/AAAAAAAABdE/kbwYe26gzpg/s400/candy+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395890057325948514" /></a><br />These are some pages I made many many years ago about Candy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7762600176298955795?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-6350400500229540322009-10-19T14:51:00.000-06:002009-10-19T14:52:02.821-06:00I have a lori (type of parrot), for close to 20 years. During the summer she lost use of one of her legs, the vet was not sure why, we babied her all summer. Changed her eating areas, her cage LO, and tryed everything to help her. She never did regain use of the leg. Friday morning she was her normal self, I played with her, and she talked with me. At noon she did not have use of either leg. She was on the bottom of her cage suffering, like a bobble head, side to side, it was horrible to see. I took her back to the vet. He suggested that the prognosis was not good. We could have MRI'd her, x-rayed her, waited for a diagnosis, or upon his suggestion humanely put her out of her suffering. It was a horrible decision to make. DH was in tears, the two kids were bawling. My bird just coo'ed at us, and kept saying come here, come here, she wanted us. She looked at us. It was a horrible decision to make. I hate having someones life in my decision making power.<br /><br />My kitchen is so so quiet without her talking to us, and calling to us. No more mimics of the microwave, no more Hello, no more come here. An integral part of our family is missing. It is horrible.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-635040050022954032?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-60537040612526561022009-10-14T15:35:00.002-06:002009-10-14T15:49:05.486-06:00My neice turns 29 today. She was born way back in 1980. Such a long long time ago. When she was a little girl, I had her so much of the time. When she was "little" her Mom would drop her off with my Mom and me and she would be with us for weeks or months at a time. When I left home at 17, for some reason my sister stopped dropping her off at Moms and started dropping her off with me. I worked, went to school, was a single parent in all intents and purposes to a child that was not my own. This continued for years. Once she started school, she would get left with me for the summer, or holidays. I often had to scramble to find child care in a city that I was not familiar with. At times I thought she would end up with me permanently. I took her places, bought her things, she went travelling and camping with us. I sent her to camps. Basically she was like my own kid. Or so it seemed.<br /><br />Then I got hurt, I couldn't do the things I used to do. Money was more of an issue. All of a sudden I wasn't the cool aunt anymore. She didn't often want to come. I never pressed her. Then she started getting into trouble. A few vandalisms, a few shopliftings, and things just kept going downhill. Then the drug abuse, alchohol, and sex started. More trouble with the law.<br />Over the last 11 or so years, I have sent her to rehab, had her leave on more than one occasion. Had to bail her out on more than one occasion. Nothing was ever the same. She was with a dead end guy as a bootty call. Lies were told, accusations made, we drifted further and further apart.<br />In time I went on to have my own kids. The niece lived either with my Mom, or her Mom, or on the streets, or who knows where. It was hard. During a time period she was living with my mom she swore she was clean, not using in moms house, then one day Mom finds used needs stuffed down behind a cabinet in the bathroom, where my young children could easily have got them. <br />Last Christmas she phoned and wanted to come to our house for Christmas. I asked if she was clean, or at least not high, and that NO drugs come into my house. I go to pick her up, bring her up for the meal. Coats from all guests were just thrown ont he bed in my room. Well later that night, I find a baggie of needles and drugs on the floor. I was beyond furious. Beyond.<br />We have not spoken since.<br />Mom invites us down to her house for Thanksgiving. DH asks if niece will be there, not as far as I know. So we go. Well when we got there my sister was there, my Mom, and niece is in the bathroom, for probably 20 - 25 minutes. Comes out and immediately starts acting goofy, and eating. After the meal I go to the washroom, and yup right out in plain site is a needle and bloody swabs. arrrgggg.<br />Then her boyfriend starts phoning, and texting, and is all ticked off that she is at her families place for too long. She is carrying on, and it is just a disaster. A controlling, abusive, a-hole she seems to not be able to live without. Drugs in the bathroom, but swearing to her mom and my mom that she is clean. Yah right.<br /><br />I have to let go, I have to keep her away from myself and my kids. It hurts so damn bad. I see the promise of that little girl hugging me and saying I love you Auntie S all those years ago and wonder where it all went.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6053704061252656102?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-17616593973664605202009-10-09T15:46:00.002-06:002009-10-09T15:47:57.047-06:00Monday is Canadas Thanksgiving:<br /><br />I am thankful for:<br />1) Living in a country as great as Canada<br />2) Having my two children with me every day<br />3) Having a job<br />4) Having the ability to be creative<br />5) Thankful that I have those friends in my life that mean so much to me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-1761659397366460520?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-17295427873549745762009-10-07T10:50:00.006-06:002009-10-07T10:58:15.332-06:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SszIfAWsNlI/AAAAAAAABc8/16X3Qd3RdSg/s1600-h/Alberta+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SszIfAWsNlI/AAAAAAAABc8/16X3Qd3RdSg/s400/Alberta+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389903289052313170" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SszIR7VF8cI/AAAAAAAABc0/7Sh4aJTCCzI/s1600-h/Alberta+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SszIR7VF8cI/AAAAAAAABc0/7Sh4aJTCCzI/s400/Alberta+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389903064365134274" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SszICMaJEVI/AAAAAAAABcs/By4JpJFOAXM/s1600-h/Alberta+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SszICMaJEVI/AAAAAAAABcs/By4JpJFOAXM/s400/Alberta+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389902794071806290" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SszHv0SVl6I/AAAAAAAABck/dVWob5mmE8M/s1600-h/Alberta+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SszHv0SVl6I/AAAAAAAABck/dVWob5mmE8M/s400/Alberta+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389902478358976418" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SszHcxoVKYI/AAAAAAAABcc/qwqZDRfiSf0/s1600-h/Alberta+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SszHcxoVKYI/AAAAAAAABcc/qwqZDRfiSf0/s400/Alberta+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389902151228402050" /></a><br />In August I wanted blue streaks in my hair. Being a dark brunette the hair person said blue doesn't work that well so went with magenta. The magenta looks pink on me. WHen I had it retouched in September DD wanted hers done. We did it peekaboo so that most of the time it is not visible. A friend french braided it one day, and wow was it visible.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-1729542787354974576?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-32407611115298721712009-10-05T09:44:00.002-06:002009-10-05T09:49:14.256-06:00Kids off to school today, one of the few mornings DS didn't put me through the wringer getting ready to go.<br /><br />Tony won the NASCAR race yesterday, woohoo, and Mark is still leading in points.<br /><br />Girl Guides went camping Friday night, and Saturday night. Very cool weather around 2 degrees celcius, which is about 35 F. Although it didn't snow on me at home, it did snow saturday night on the girls. They moved from the tents into the eating building and slept in there. She loved it though.<br /><br />I am seriously trying to cut out TV, I have eliminated all the CSI shows, the Law and order shows. I am trying to not even have a tv turned on.<br /><br />Some are creeping in on me though. Dexter is riviting for me, I love the vigilante in it. Biggest Loser is still motivational for me. Then there is SUrvivor, and the same night in Flash Forward. I still like Flashpoint as well. Although I thought it was cancelled. Saturday nights are still Americas Most Wanted. If I am what I watch I must be one weird fat person. LOL.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-3240761111529872171?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-28748124022347439022009-09-25T16:08:00.001-06:002009-09-25T16:09:44.372-06:00Calgary broke a recorded record temperature for a high for the first day of fall. Never in recorded history has it been that warm. It even made yahoo news. We are enjoying the hot temps, and the kids have been playing in the sprinkler. Lots of fun.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-2874812402234743902?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-87017649097064117442009-09-23T11:26:00.002-06:002009-09-23T11:31:02.439-06:00<strong>APATHY</strong>ap⋅a⋅thy  /ˈæpəθi/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [ap-uh-thee] Show IPA <br />Use apathy in a Sentence<br />See web results for apathy<br />See images of apathy<br />–noun, plural -thies. 1. absence or suppression of passion, emotion, or excitement. <br />2. lack of interest in or concern for things that others find moving or exciting. <br />3. Also, ap⋅a⋅thei⋅a, ap⋅a⋅thi⋅a  /ˌæpəˈθiə/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [ap-uh-thee-uh] Show IPA . Stoicism. freedom from emotion of any kind. <br /><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Origin: <br />1595–1605; (< F) < L apathīa < Gk apátheia insensibility to suffering, equiv. to apathe- (s. of apaths) unfeeling (a- a- 6 + pathe-, var. s. of páthos pathos ) + -ia -ia <br /><br /><br />Synonyms:<br />1. coolness. 2. See indifference. <br /><br /><br />Antonyms:<br />1. ardor, fervor.<br /><br /><strong>PROCRASTINATE</strong><br />pro⋅cras⋅ti⋅nate  /proʊˈkræstəˌneɪt, prə-/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [proh-kras-tuh-neyt, pruh-] Show IPA verb, -nat⋅ed, -nat⋅ing.<br />Use procrastination in a Sentence<br />See web results for procrastination<br />See images of procrastination<br />–verb (used without object) 1. to defer action; delay: to procrastinate until an opportunity is lost. <br /><br />–verb (used with object) 2. to put off till another day or time; defer; delay. <br /><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Origin: <br />1580–90; < L prōcrāstinātus (ptp. of prōcrāstināre to put off until tomorrow, equiv. to prō- pro- 1 + -crāstināre, deriv. of crāstinus of tomorrow; crās tomorrow + -tinus suffix forming adjs. from temporal advs.); see -ate 1 <br /><br />Related forms:<br /><br />pro⋅cras⋅ti⋅nat⋅ing⋅ly, pro⋅cras⋅ti⋅na⋅tive⋅ly, adverb <br />pro⋅cras⋅ti⋅na⋅tion, noun <br />pro⋅cras⋅ti⋅na⋅tive, pro⋅cras⋅ti⋅na⋅to⋅ry  /proʊˈkræstənəˌtɔri, -ˌtoʊri, prə-/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [proh-kras-tuh-nuh-tawr-ee, -tohr-ee, pruh-] Show IPA , adjective <br />pro⋅cras⋅ti⋅na⋅tive⋅ness, noun <br />pro⋅cras⋅ti⋅na⋅tor, noun <br /><br /><br />Synonyms:<br />2. prolong, postpone.<br /><br /><br /><strong>CLUTTER</strong><br /><br />clut⋅ter  /ˈklʌtər/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [kluht-er] Show IPA <br />Use clutter in a Sentence<br />See web results for clutter<br />See images of clutter<br />–verb (used with object) 1. to fill or litter with things in a disorderly manner: All kinds of papers cluttered the top of his desk. <br /><br />–verb (used without object) 2. British Dialect. to run in disorder; move with bustle and confusion. <br />3. British Dialect. to make a clatter. <br />4. to speak so rapidly and inexactly that distortions of sound and phrasing result. <br /><br />–noun 5. a disorderly heap or assemblage; litter: It's impossible to find anything in all this clutter. <br />6. a state or condition of confusion. <br />7. confused noise; clatter. <br />8. an echo or echoes on a radar screen that do not come from the target and can be caused by such factors as atmospheric conditions, objects other than the target, chaff, and jamming of the radar signal. <br /><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Origin: <br />1550–60; var. of clotter (now obs.), equiv. to clot + -er 6 <br /><br /><br />Synonyms:<br />5. mess, disorder, jumble.<br /><br /><br />OVERWHELM<br /><br />o⋅ver⋅whelm  /ˌoʊvərˈʰwɛlm, -ˈwɛlm/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [oh-ver-hwelm, -welm] Show IPA <br />Use overwhelmed in a Sentence<br />See web results for overwhelmed<br />See images of overwhelmed<br />–verb (used with object) 1. to overcome completely in mind or feeling: overwhelmed by remorse. <br />2. to overpower or overcome, esp. with superior forces; destroy; crush: Roman troops were overwhelmed by barbarians. <br />3. to cover or bury beneath a mass of something, as floodwaters, debris, or an avalanche; submerge: Lava from erupting Vesuvius overwhelmed the city of Pompeii. <br />4. to load, heap, treat, or address with an overpowering or excessive amount of anything: a child overwhelmed with presents; to overwhelm someone with questions. <br />5. to overthrow. <br /><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Origin: <br />1300–50; ME; see over-, whelm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-8701764909706411744?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-84562582557073124122009-09-22T13:50:00.002-06:002009-09-22T13:59:14.541-06:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SrksieXlHxI/AAAAAAAABcU/XNyCWnKMsMA/s1600-h/July+2009+family+shoot3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SrksieXlHxI/AAAAAAAABcU/XNyCWnKMsMA/s400/July+2009+family+shoot3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384383800277278482" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Srksh3AdHHI/AAAAAAAABcM/cVrNbIzyDUM/s1600-h/July+2009+family+shoot4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Srksh3AdHHI/AAAAAAAABcM/cVrNbIzyDUM/s400/July+2009+family+shoot4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384383789711301746" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Srkr1nv55UI/AAAAAAAABb8/f8b54gMTqbM/s1600-h/July+2009+family+shoot2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Srkr1nv55UI/AAAAAAAABb8/f8b54gMTqbM/s400/July+2009+family+shoot2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384383029701109058" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Srkr08Qo26I/AAAAAAAABb0/WkT7petDdAw/s1600-h/July+2009+family+shoot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Srkr08Qo26I/AAAAAAAABb0/WkT7petDdAw/s400/July+2009+family+shoot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384383018027244450" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Srkr0Hxnb8I/AAAAAAAABbs/ZbsWhAGGD7U/s1600-h/July+2009+family+shoot1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Srkr0Hxnb8I/AAAAAAAABbs/ZbsWhAGGD7U/s400/July+2009+family+shoot1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384383003938484162" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-8456258255707312412?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-74509225725598997252009-09-15T10:11:00.001-06:002009-09-15T10:12:49.174-06:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rV_LC5TaK-A"></a><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rV_LC5TaK-A&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rV_LC5TaK-A&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7450922572559899725?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-90775171775114827362009-09-09T09:37:00.007-06:002009-09-09T09:50:05.780-06:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqfOP33c4DI/AAAAAAAABbc/rha_X8lg9PY/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_488.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqfOP33c4DI/AAAAAAAABbc/rha_X8lg9PY/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379495052007235634" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqfNuFJMsPI/AAAAAAAABbU/-Zz4JzwhGqU/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_463.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqfNuFJMsPI/AAAAAAAABbU/-Zz4JzwhGqU/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379494471455781106" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqfNT4RBsdI/AAAAAAAABbM/HzF_uiAUEKU/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_451.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqfNT4RBsdI/AAAAAAAABbM/HzF_uiAUEKU/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379494021322355154" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqfM5UKpYEI/AAAAAAAABbE/7hiatQMHJ_Q/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_423.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqfM5UKpYEI/AAAAAAAABbE/7hiatQMHJ_Q/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379493564955320386" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqfMahZ6MrI/AAAAAAAABa8/YgdjBvGEFi0/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_385.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqfMahZ6MrI/AAAAAAAABa8/YgdjBvGEFi0/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379493035933053618" /></a><br />Pure desolation in places, something along the lines of what I think hell might look like. Then around a curve in the path is pure beauty. It was at this particular basin that you really could believe you were standing on a real live volcano. Pretty nerving to think that. Most of Yellowstone looks so similiar to our parks and our non-volcanic mountains it was easy to dismiss the volcano theory. This basin though really made one think about it. There are more thermal "things" in Yellowstone than the rest of the world put together. We were told # 2 is Iceland.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-9077517177511482736?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-49096176127158955822009-09-08T14:33:00.006-06:002009-09-08T14:42:55.062-06:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqbBioOUQ9I/AAAAAAAABa0/PNLgdDyYrRM/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_306.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqbBioOUQ9I/AAAAAAAABa0/PNLgdDyYrRM/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379199605597815762" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqbBGjxoCxI/AAAAAAAABas/MLxHkTGiQMU/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_299.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqbBGjxoCxI/AAAAAAAABas/MLxHkTGiQMU/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379199123367398162" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqbAgyFkawI/AAAAAAAABak/lei9gvEzShA/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_336.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqbAgyFkawI/AAAAAAAABak/lei9gvEzShA/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379198474374114050" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqbAOiIDFkI/AAAAAAAABac/aYhrOmxHz-A/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_275.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqbAOiIDFkI/AAAAAAAABac/aYhrOmxHz-A/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379198160851899970" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sqa_xxXq6PI/AAAAAAAABaU/B8sbmo9EbJE/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_249.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sqa_xxXq6PI/AAAAAAAABaU/B8sbmo9EbJE/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379197666727749874" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-4909617612715895582?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-58084448793668265692009-09-04T11:23:00.005-06:002009-09-04T11:33:25.173-06:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqFPYJFChsI/AAAAAAAABY8/J6nzkjgtu5A/s1600-h/Yellowstone+160.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqFPYJFChsI/AAAAAAAABY8/J6nzkjgtu5A/s400/Yellowstone+160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377666706229593794" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqFOgYBaimI/AAAAAAAABY0/G9ULneK0B5g/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_448.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqFOgYBaimI/AAAAAAAABY0/G9ULneK0B5g/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377665748168247906" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqFOLzgTI7I/AAAAAAAABYs/oUFx3JUifoU/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_388.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqFOLzgTI7I/AAAAAAAABYs/oUFx3JUifoU/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377665394768290738" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqFODU1FR9I/AAAAAAAABYk/JQ1xP2lmr8U/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_386.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqFODU1FR9I/AAAAAAAABYk/JQ1xP2lmr8U/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377665249095010258" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqFNRMYtz8I/AAAAAAAABYc/ADKi3ZixAhI/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_222.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SqFNRMYtz8I/AAAAAAAABYc/ADKi3ZixAhI/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377664387835088834" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-5808444879366826569?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-61663747453803905762009-09-01T15:32:00.006-06:002009-09-01T15:47:09.737-06:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sp2WVSXounI/AAAAAAAABYU/EXtfQ3OcYrw/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_196.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sp2WVSXounI/AAAAAAAABYU/EXtfQ3OcYrw/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376618822602635890" /></a><br />Old Faithful (saw it go off twice)<br /><br /><br /><br />Buffalo In Yellowstone<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sp2WGvPsdbI/AAAAAAAABYM/ROwlx9tE_Uo/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sp2WGvPsdbI/AAAAAAAABYM/ROwlx9tE_Uo/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376618572655916466" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yellowstone Hot Spring<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sp2VuAGiRpI/AAAAAAAABYE/HAqM57C_dxo/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_501.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sp2VuAGiRpI/AAAAAAAABYE/HAqM57C_dxo/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376618147684173458" /></a><br /><br />Yellowstone Hot Spring<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sp2Us4-OgzI/AAAAAAAABX8/-I0vBY7ecOk/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_298.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sp2Us4-OgzI/AAAAAAAABX8/-I0vBY7ecOk/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376617029078778674" /></a><br /><br />Elk in Gardiner Montana<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sp2T4vXiHMI/AAAAAAAABX0/sL3UssCJ53Y/s1600-h/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sp2T4vXiHMI/AAAAAAAABX0/sL3UssCJ53Y/s400/Yellowstone_Aug_26_2009_046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376616133147368642" /></a><br />I could have kept living in fairytale land for a lot longer.<br /><br />We went to Banff National Park, Jasper National Park, Kannanaskiss Park, Waterton Park, Glacier Park, and Yellowstone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6166374745380390576?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-52171695074292649092009-08-14T20:52:00.002-06:002009-08-14T20:52:57.032-06:00I am between here and there.<br /><br />I won't be back until September. <br /><br />Bye Y'all<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-5217169507429264909?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-68674841150715059742009-08-11T11:14:00.000-06:002009-08-11T11:16:03.976-06:00Man you rock, you totally rock.<br /><br />Even though I didn't get to see the rain delayed race (one of my favorites), it was awesome to know Tony won. WOOHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />For a man that had such issues with temper, that often interferred with his driving, being his own boss has done wonders for him. I think he is like me and wanting to be in control. Keep it up Tony!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6867484115071505974?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-83028288668969863892009-08-10T10:49:00.000-06:002009-08-10T10:50:19.810-06:00DD starts at SunnyBrook for her very last week of camp today. She is surprised and shocked at how fast the summer went by. There are two baby black bunnies left and the Mama.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-8302828866896986389?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-41830733031184375612009-08-10T10:48:00.001-06:002009-08-10T10:49:28.902-06:00Did some running around for some last minute camping things, did marshmellows int he backyard after supper on the BBQ.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-4183073303118437561?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-54245124449449079272009-08-10T10:47:00.001-06:002009-08-10T10:48:41.585-06:00I got my hair done, with pink highlights on the under layer, I really like it. We set up the tents in the back yard with trial run for camping out.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-5424512444944907927?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-21033734308449247902009-08-10T10:46:00.001-06:002009-08-10T10:47:44.346-06:00Went out to G for the evening, watched some TV then sat in the hot tub, discussing times past. Not sure if that was good or bad, but man I loved the hot tub. We really need one. I hit a check stop on the way back into town. It was funny, my drivers liscense was in my purse behind my seat, and the registration was on the far side of the van under the passenger seat. The RCMP was very nice about it though.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-2103373430844924790?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-69317964585390108892009-08-10T10:45:00.001-06:002009-08-10T10:45:58.129-06:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6931796458539010889?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-37552556981411759952009-08-10T10:44:00.001-06:002009-08-10T10:45:41.553-06:00Picked up the kids then took them to Parkland Mall for haircuts, and picking a few things up. Turned into a marathon shopping trip at wal-mart. Back to school clothes for DD, and a new swim suit for me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-3755255698141175995?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-92205407637374143572009-08-10T10:43:00.004-06:002009-08-10T10:44:47.357-06:00DD is starting dance camp today, DS is counting down that he has only 9 days of daycare left. I took the kids to the Collicut water park after I picked them up today. Had a great time in the water for a couple hours.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-9220540763737414357?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-66212637847139139342009-08-10T10:43:00.003-06:002009-08-10T10:43:48.251-06:00Today is Civic Day, I took Mom and the kids out to the farm for the day to visit with MIL. It was cool and overcast and I tried to get some new pictures. Enjoyed the visit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6621263784713913934?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-2689240982556283632009-08-10T10:42:00.000-06:002009-08-10T10:43:04.596-06:00DH and I went to the ROcking Red Deer car show today. I tired quickly. Then I took DS to old navy to buy some back to school clothes. I actually now know someone that hates shopping more than me. LOL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-268924098255628363?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-74292629918203643662009-08-10T10:41:00.005-06:002009-08-10T10:42:10.142-06:00I am still so freaking sick, I feel like I could die. I hate being sick, I hate puking, I hate having fever and chills.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7429262991820364366?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-2187953717307077382009-08-10T10:41:00.001-06:002009-08-10T10:41:34.204-06:00DD art camp had a little art exhibit today. It was wonderful to see the work that they completed during the week, and all that they learned.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-218795371730707738?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-49645468409651723722009-08-10T10:40:00.005-06:002009-08-10T10:40:58.759-06:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-4964546840965172372?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-30567308901384741862009-08-10T10:40:00.001-06:002009-08-10T10:40:42.359-06:00More testing today. Lots of blood work, twice today. Still not feeling well. I hate being sick, and I hate being less of a mom than I could be.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-3056730890138474186?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-61702737277076395632009-08-10T10:39:00.001-06:002009-08-10T10:40:01.593-06:00DS is six today. WOW , where did the time go? I had to go to the hospital for a test with barium this morning. Kind of dejavue that six years ago at the same time I was going to the hospital to get induced.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6170273727707639563?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-7561869512843885032009-08-10T10:38:00.002-06:002009-08-10T10:39:05.944-06:00DD is at a new camp this week. Art camp, looks like she will have fun.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-756186951284388503?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-46990511526843016802009-08-10T10:38:00.001-06:002009-08-10T10:38:38.465-06:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-4699051152684301680?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-73684729027853307152009-08-10T10:37:00.000-06:002009-08-10T10:38:24.482-06:00DS birthday party at McDonalds. Had a wonderful time. Hard to believe my little guy is six.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7368472902785330715?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-44741362814526262582009-07-31T11:30:00.001-06:002009-07-31T11:32:25.970-06:00For those of you that know me, and know my chronic pain and fibro issues you may or may not get this story, for those of you that do not know me, it may make you understand someone you do know better.<br /><br />The Spoon Theory <br /><br />by Christine Miserandino www.butyoudontlooksick.com <br /><br />My best friend and I were in the diner, talking. As usual, it was very late and we were eating French fries with gravy. Like normal girls our age, we spent a lot of time in the diner while in college, and most of the time we spent talking about boys, music or trivial things, that seemed very important at the time. We never got serious about anything in particular and spent most of our time laughing. <br /><br />As I went to take some of my medicine with a snack as I usually did, she watched me with an awkward kind of stare, instead of continuing the conversation. She then asked me out of the blue what it felt like to have Lupus and be sick. I was shocked not only because she asked the random question, but also because I assumed she knew all there was to know about Lupus. She came to doctors with me, she saw me walk with a cane, and throw up in the bathroom. She had seen me cry in pain, what else was there to know? <br /><br />I started to ramble on about pills, and aches and pains, but she kept pursuing, and didn't seem satisfied with my answers. I was a little surprised as being my roommate in college and friend for years; I thought she already knew the medical definition of Lupus. Then she looked at me with a face every sick person knows well, the face of pure curiosity about something no one healthy can truly understand. She asked what it felt like, not physically, but what it felt like to be me, to be sick. <br /><br />As I tried to gain my composure, I glanced around the table for help or guidance, or at least stall for time to think. I was trying to find the right words. How do I answer a question I never was able to answer for myself? How do I explain every detail of every day being effected, and give the emotions a sick person goes through with clarity. I could have given up, cracked a joke like I usually do, and changed the subject, but I remember thinking if I don't try to explain this, how could I ever expect her to understand. If I can't explain this to my best friend, how could I explain my world to anyone else? I had to at least try. <br /><br />At that moment, the spoon theory was born. I quickly grabbed every spoon on the table; hell I grabbed spoons off of the other tables. I looked at her in the eyes and said "Here you go, you have Lupus". She looked at me slightly confused, as anyone would when they are being handed a bouquet of spoons. The cold metal spoons clanked in my hands, as I grouped them together and shoved them into her hands. <br /><br />I explained that the difference in being sick and being healthy is having to make choices or to consciously think about things when the rest of the world doesn't have to. The healthy have the luxury of a life without choices, a gift most people take for granted. <br /><br />Most people start the day with unlimited amount of possibilities, and energy to do whatever they desire, especially young people. For the most part, they do not need to worry about the effects of their actions. So for my explanation, I used spoons to convey this point. I wanted something for her to actually hold, for me to then take away, since most people who get sick feel a "loss" of a life they once knew. If I was in control of taking away the spoons, then she would know what it feels like to have someone or something else, in this case Lupus, being in control. <br /><br />She grabbed the spoons with excitement. She didn't understand what I was doing, but she is always up for a good time, so I guess she thought I was cracking a joke of some kind like I usually do when talking about touchy topics. Little did she know how serious I would become? <br /><br />I asked her to count her spoons. She asked why, and I explained that when you are healthy you expect to have a never-ending supply of "spoons". But when you have to now plan your day, you need to know exactly how many "spoons" you are starting with. It doesn't guarantee that you might not lose some along the way, but at least it helps to know where you are starting. She counted out 12 spoons. She laughed and said she wanted more. I said no, and I knew right away that this little game would work, when she looked disappointed, and we hadn't even started yet. I've wanted more "spoons" for years and haven't found a way yet to get more, why should she? I also told her to always be conscious of how many she had, and not to drop them because she can never forget she has Lupus. <br /><br />I asked her to list off the tasks of her day, including the most simple. As, she rattled off daily chores, or just fun things to do; I explained how each one would cost her a spoon. When she jumped right into getting ready for work as her first task of the morning, I cut her off and took away a spoon. I practically jumped down her throat. I said " No! You don't just get up. You have to crack open your eyes, and then realize you are late. You didn't sleep well the night before. You have to crawl out of bed, and then you have to make your self something to eat before you can do anything else, because if you don't, you can't take your medicine, and if you don't take your medicine you might as well give up all your spoons for today and tomorrow too." I quickly took away a spoon and she realized she hasn't even gotten dressed yet. Showering cost her spoon, just for washing her hair and shaving her legs. Reaching high and low that early in the morning could actually cost more than one spoon, but I figured I would give her a break; I didn't want to scare her right away. Getting dressed was worth another spoon. I stopped her and broke down every task to show her how every little detail needs to be thought about. You cannot simply just throw clothes on when you are sick. I explained that I have to see what clothes I can physically put on, if my hands hurt that day buttons are out of the question. If I have bruises that day, I need to wear long sleeves, and if I have a fever I need a sweater to stay warm and so on. If my hair is falling out I need to spend more time to look presentable, and then you need to factor in another 5 minutes for feeling badly that it took you 2 hours to do all this. <br /><br />I think she was starting to understand when she theoretically didn't even get to work, and she was left with 6 spoons. I then explained to her that she needed to choose the rest of her day wisely, since when your "spoons" are gone, they are gone. Sometimes you can borrow against tomorrow's "spoons", but just think how hard tomorrow will be with less "spoons". I also needed to explain that a person who is sick always lives with the looming thought that tomorrow may be the day that a cold comes, or an infection, or any number of things that could be very dangerous. So you do not want to run low on "spoons", because you never know when you truly will need them. I didn't want to depress her, but I needed to be realistic, and unfortunately being prepared for the worst is part of a real day for me. <br /><br />We went through the rest of the day, and she slowly learned that skipping lunch would cost her a spoon, as well as standing on a train, or even typing at her computer too long. She was forced to make choices and think about things differently. Hypothetically, she had to choose not to run errands, so that she could eat dinner that night. <br /><br />When we got to the end of her pretend day, she said she was hungry. I summarized that she had to eat dinner but she only had one spoon left. If she cooked, she wouldn't have enough energy to clean the pots. If she went out for dinner, she might be too tired to drive home safely. Then I also explained, that I didn't even bother to add into this game, that she was so nauseous, that cooking was probably out of the question anyway. So she decided to make soup, it was easy. I then said it is only 7pm, you have the rest of the night but maybe end up with one spoon, so you can do something fun, or clean your apartment, or do chores, but you can't do it all. <br /><br />I rarely see her emotional, so when I saw her upset I knew maybe I was getting through to her. I didn't want my friend to be upset, but at the same time I was happy to think finally maybe someone understood me a little bit. She had tears in her eyes and asked quietly "Christine, How do you do it? Do you really do this everyday?" I explained that some days were worse then others; some days I have more spoons then most. But I can never make it go away and I can't forget about it, I always have to think about it. I handed her a spoon I had been holding in reserve. I said simply, "I have learned to live life with an extra spoon in my pocket, in reserve. You need to always be prepared" <br /><br />Its hard, the hardest thing I ever had to learn is to slow down, and not do everything. I fight this to this day. I hate feeling left out, having to choose to stay home, or to not get things done that I want to. I wanted her to feel that frustration. I wanted her to understand, that everything everyone else does comes so easy, but for me it is one hundred little jobs in one. I need to think about the weather, my temperature that day, and the whole day's plans before I can attack any one given thing. When other people can simply do things, I have to attack it and make a plan like I am strategizing a war. It is in that lifestyle, the difference between being sick and healthy. It is the beautiful ability to not think and just do. I miss that freedom. I miss never having to count "spoons". <br /><br />After we were emotional and talked about this for a little while longer, I sensed she was sad. Maybe she finally understood. Maybe she realized that she never could truly and honestly say she understands. But at least now she might not complain so much when I can't go out for dinner some nights, or when I never seem to make it to her house and she always has to drive to mine. I gave her a hug when we walked out of the diner. I had the one spoon in my hand and I said "Don't worry. I see this as a blessing. I have been forced to think about everything I do. Do you know how many spoons people waste everyday? I don't have room for wasted time, or wasted "spoons" and I chose to spend this time with you." <br /><br />Ever since this night, I have used the spoon theory to explain my life to many people. In fact, my family and friends refer to spoons all the time. It has been a code word for what I can and cannot do. Once people understand the spoon theory they seem to understand me better, but I also think they live their life a little differently too. I think it isn't just good for understanding Lupus, but anyone dealing with any disability or illness. Hopefully, they don't take so much for granted or their life in general. I give a piece of myself, in every sense of the word when I do anything. It has become an inside joke. I have become famous for saying to people jokingly that they should feel special when I spend time with them, because they have one of my "spoons". <br /><br />2003 by Christine Miserandino Butyoudontlooksick.com<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-4474136281452626258?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-55739412829788253782009-07-29T13:43:00.003-06:002009-07-29T13:49:07.836-06:00Back in 1990, my DH and I were in an accident. DH was driving and waiting to make a left hand turn. We were rearended by a car doing 60 mph / 100kph that car then went into incoming traffic and was run over by a loaded oil tanker truck.<br /><br />I knew the people that hit us, DH knew the truck driver that hit the other car. The driver was killed, the husband died later of injuries sustained in the accident. Our lives were never the same.<br /><br />Now DH had been at a drivers safety course a few weeks before. One thing they had been told to do was never turn your wheels into a turn. Always keep them pointing straight a head until you can complete your turn. That bit of knowledge saved my life, and most likely DH life. Due to his wheels pointing straight ahead, when we were rearended we were pushed straight ahead, not into the path of the oncoming truck.<br /><br />**** Please always keep your wheels straight when waiting to turn.******<br /><br />This is a story from our local paper.<br /><br /><blockquote>Police investigating three-vehicle collision near Rocky Mountain House<br /><br />By Advocate staff<br /><br />Published: July 28, 2009 11:50 AM <br />Updated: July 28, 2009 11:50 AM A three-vehicle collision Monday evening on Hwy 11 east of Rocky Mountain House sent one driver to hospital by STARS air ambulance. <br /><br />At 7 p.m. about 30 km east of Rocky, a westbound truck waiting to make a left turn was struck from behind by a minivan, pushed into eastbound traffic and struck by another truck. <br /><br />The driver of the minivan was taken by STARS to an Edmonton hospital. Other occupants of the minivan were transported by land ambulance to Rocky Mountain House hospital. <br /><br />Other people involved in the collision were not injured. <br /><br />Rocky RCMP are still investigating. Alcohol is not considered a factor.<br /></blockquote><br /><br />Now it is at the exact same location as the accident we were in, the exact same scenerio, except, the wheels were turned into the turn.<br /><br />It sent chills down my spine yesterday when I heard of the location on the radio. Total dejavue.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-5573941282978825378?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-90602792223715185552009-07-21T10:41:00.000-06:002009-07-21T10:42:15.851-06:00:eek :eek <br /><br />About a month ago there was a really really bad storm, really rained hard. I noticed the next night that our cable in the living room had channels it wouldn't pick up, and some were pixelated. I waited until that weekend for DH to get home for him to figure it out.<br /><br />He couldn't get it working. Called in. They tried some stuff and couldn't get it working. Told him there would have to be a service call. He waits until he knows he can be home early during the week and calls for service and there was no record of his previous call, or logging what they had tried to do.<br />So they go through what they already had gone thorugh. And couldn't fix it. So he makes a service appointment call. The guy comes out cannot get it to work, and says the cable box is probably dieing.<br /><br />Instead of DH immediately getting a new one he decides to talk to me about it???? So another week goes by. I buy one last Friday, and he tries to get it set up on Friday night. Guess what it doesn't work either. So another phone call. They now tell him service signals are not working to our house. Earliest they could come out is today. So a month later I still do not have cable, I bought a new box I probably do not need, and it has been a royal pain.<br /><br />DH says if they leave today without me having cable, then he is giving it all back to them and going satilite. arrrgggggggg<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-9060279222371518555?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-82413161385679675602009-07-07T10:02:00.002-06:002009-07-07T10:04:31.348-06:00DD is in a climbing camp this week. Our local recreation facility has three climbing walls in it. She has done the one wall numerous other times, in other camps. This week is specifically climbing related, and is levelled. It must be good, she came home exhausted, bruised, scraped, blistered, and sore and she said it was all worth it. LOL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-8241316138567967560?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-16433656135192822502009-07-06T10:41:00.004-06:002009-07-06T10:46:58.429-06:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SlIqfjZhLpI/AAAAAAAABXk/w73nFfUqOxk/s1600-h/DSC_0026.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SlIqfjZhLpI/AAAAAAAABXk/w73nFfUqOxk/s400/DSC_0026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355389628463525522" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SlIqb28KO3I/AAAAAAAABXc/R5rJIkFG0yo/s1600-h/DSC_0025.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SlIqb28KO3I/AAAAAAAABXc/R5rJIkFG0yo/s400/DSC_0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355389564989619058" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SlIqX78DWPI/AAAAAAAABXU/NZYO-C25gX8/s1600-h/DSC_0023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SlIqX78DWPI/AAAAAAAABXU/NZYO-C25gX8/s400/DSC_0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355389497611868402" /></a><br />Saturday night had some severe weather move through our area. These were taken by a co-worker.<br /><br />And the cable was out so I missed the race where Tony won spectacularly and the wanna be a tree crashed. I do not like to see anyone crash and get hit like that (NASCAR replays on the net are wonderful) but so glad Tony got another win. And extended his points lead.<br /><br />DH went to the IHRA races in Edmonton, and the kids were at Grandmas, I got some much needed me time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-1643365613519282250?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-66108587432893136662009-07-02T10:19:00.002-06:002009-07-02T10:21:36.063-06:00I decided to take the kids and my mom to the local canada day celebration.<br /><br />Within two minutes of getting there DD is going I am bored, then DS picked it up. He didn't want to walk around, look at any of the booths, get a flag, get tattoos, nothing....<br /><br />I was not about to stay and listen to that crap all afternoon...<br /><br />So DD stayed with mom, and I took DS home<br /><br />On the bus he asks me if I am mad at him, I told him I was disappointed at the decision he made, that I had really wanted to be there and because he wanted to be miserable, I didn't get what I wanted to do. I told him that made me sad.<br /><br />As we are walking from the bus drop off to the van, he asks me how long Daddy and I have been married, I tell him Daddy and I have been together for a long long time. He says well WHEN did you get married. I tell him we never did. <br /><br />So he stops and hugs me and says, that when he grows up he will marry me and make me happy. LOL (I didn't know boys did that) LOL<br /><br />I reinforced later as he was going in his car seat that if someone wants to be happy they make the choices to be happy, if they want to be miserable they make the choices to be miserable.<br /><br />It was like a huge huge light bulb going off in my brain. Like an epiphany. <br />How the heck can I be telling my five year old that when I cannot even figure out how to follow that in my own life?????<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6610858743289313666?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-74172304093389790682009-06-25T11:12:00.001-06:002009-06-25T11:13:45.142-06:00I loved looking through her learning journal, her art journal, and her writing journal last night. <br /><br />Seeing how far she has come in a year, and seeing what she has done all year long. It was absolutely amazing to see, I am so glad the school does the journals and sends them home. I do not remember that from when I was a kid. <br /><br />Her page on dreams: I want to be a vetrinarian when I grow up (this I knew) and then she had added and be very very rich and live in a castle and marry a prince. LOL <br /><br />Her favorite field trip of all: was a lunch out to an Indian Restaurant, which surprised me as she hates spicy food at home. <br /><br />I was just so happy sharing her memories with her last night, hearing her read her stories, and giggle, see her work.<br /><br />Hard to believe that grade three is done tomorrow, report cards are picked up on the 30th.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7417230409338979068?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-37808808142738627742009-06-19T15:10:00.004-06:002009-06-19T15:15:52.901-06:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SjwABARZ18I/AAAAAAAABXM/GovRwEcpZ60/s1600-h/smoke+500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SjwABARZ18I/AAAAAAAABXM/GovRwEcpZ60/s400/smoke+500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349150474662172610" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sjv_0SeAfkI/AAAAAAAABXE/7-L0Qk0w_CM/s1600-h/clint+sized.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sjv_0SeAfkI/AAAAAAAABXE/7-L0Qk0w_CM/s400/clint+sized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349150256208576066" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sjv_GllYDmI/AAAAAAAABW8/9wjILLlfNtU/s1600-h/digger2+750.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sjv_GllYDmI/AAAAAAAABW8/9wjILLlfNtU/s400/digger2+750.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349149471065771618" /></a><br />Did this for a NASCAR swap I am in for CTMH products. Do 14 get 14, and I did two extra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-3780880814273862774?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-39105084658312314842009-06-17T09:30:00.001-06:002009-06-17T09:32:34.354-06:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oN80al-7BI">Oh SHerri</a><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FqMh8BJPCzs&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FqMh8BJPCzs&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-3910508465831231484?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-63282479065130814652009-06-11T15:12:00.001-06:002009-06-11T15:12:43.009-06:00I took DS to a city sponsored event last night called Moms and Sons. They had hockey, soccer, football, golf, bean bag toss, and a bunch of other games. Only for Moms and sons.<br /><br />DS wanted to play checkers, I was played out and thought sitting down would be heaven.<br /><br />He proceeded to beat me at checkers. I asked him how he had learned to play?<br /><br />He answers on the computer. <br /><br />The mother sitting at the table with us, almost doubled over laughing, she said the look on my face was priceless.<br /><br />Apparently webkinz world has checkers, that he plays, he is a good little player, planning moves out in advance and trapping me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6328247906513081465?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-20075293780914828772009-06-08T10:46:00.003-06:002009-06-08T10:48:53.581-06:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Si1AudHzexI/AAAAAAAABWs/gAEkQ66hMUg/s1600-h/first+pet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Si1AudHzexI/AAAAAAAABWs/gAEkQ66hMUg/s400/first+pet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344999499594169106" /></a><br />My First Pet Hamster I Love You. Doesn't DS look amazed by that little critter. And yes he looks like Stuart Little, but his name is Austin. (don't ask). There is an acrylic tag over the little critter in the title, <br /><br /><br />THis little fellow was dead this mornign when we got up. DS was heartbroken. I reminded him about all the good times, and the fun things, he was so sad. We got him back in September of 2007, so he is old in hamster years.<br /><br /><br />My First Pet Hamster I Love You. Doesn't DS look amazed by that little critter. And yes he looks like Stuart Little, but his name is Austin. (don't ask). There is an acrylic tag over the little critter in the title,<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-2007529378091482877?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-36546187136286546442009-06-04T10:19:00.001-06:002009-06-04T10:19:47.188-06:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sif0Ho-xsXI/AAAAAAAABWk/GzAK0ZR-9eE/s1600-h/NewMoon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sif0Ho-xsXI/AAAAAAAABWk/GzAK0ZR-9eE/s400/NewMoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343507894995366258" /></a><br />Am I a cougar for liking this:<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-3654618713628654644?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-8944387435738745102009-05-28T20:05:00.005-06:002009-05-28T20:12:23.155-06:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sh9DTaXpZQI/AAAAAAAABWU/LrdC3tPW2wQ/s1600-h/Ruthann+sized.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sh9DTaXpZQI/AAAAAAAABWU/LrdC3tPW2wQ/s400/Ruthann+sized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341061683859776770" /></a><br />An old friend of mine from Scrapjazz has passed away.<br />Once upon a time we were very close.<br />It is due to her stories of her bunnies and her inspiring stories that I ended up adopting our two rabbits.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sh9D-IrpPuI/AAAAAAAABWc/_UutMUlnTQk/s1600-h/P1010744.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sh9D-IrpPuI/AAAAAAAABWc/_UutMUlnTQk/s400/P1010744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341062417846189794" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-894438743573874510?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-48076506100667963552009-05-28T12:13:00.005-06:002009-05-28T12:20:03.136-06:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sh7VxuS3GiI/AAAAAAAABWM/HESPeu5Gefw/s1600-h/May+30+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sh7VxuS3GiI/AAAAAAAABWM/HESPeu5Gefw/s400/May+30+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340941258325432866" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sh7VQ3jFTcI/AAAAAAAABWE/4c-Ghnl1ar4/s1600-h/May+30+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sh7VQ3jFTcI/AAAAAAAABWE/4c-Ghnl1ar4/s400/May+30+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340940693873708482" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sh7U_sWyH5I/AAAAAAAABV8/D47oa_TwM_I/s1600-h/May+30+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sh7U_sWyH5I/AAAAAAAABV8/D47oa_TwM_I/s400/May+30+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340940398811553682" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sh7UrIB5MII/AAAAAAAABV0/N7h1ramvCLI/s1600-h/May+30+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/Sh7UrIB5MII/AAAAAAAABV0/N7h1ramvCLI/s400/May+30+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340940045462876290" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-4807650610066796355?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-8335974850103702102009-05-22T11:25:00.005-06:002009-05-22T11:30:20.452-06:00Where in the world am I?<br /><br />I have a creative blog set up: I post my LO and photo's on it <br />visit me at SharpshootingbySherri link is in my sidebar.<br /><br />I also joined the world of Project 365 this year. I am keeping<br />my journal and my photo's on a blog for that. See my side bar for<br />365 days of 2009<br /><br />This blog I still use as my journal, and my story keeping place, my chat place, my home.<br /><br />I do appreciate each and everyone of you that takes the time to read, takes the time to comment. Thank you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-833597485010370210?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-71273055699827456682009-05-15T10:16:00.003-06:002009-05-15T10:20:19.510-06:00DS wakes me up in the middle of the night one night this week.<br /><br />Mom what number is infinity?<br /><br />Me sleepy sleepy sleepy, whattttt?<br /><br />Mom what number is infinity?<br /><br />I am it means it goes on foreever.<br /><br />yes Mom but what number is it.<br /><br />So I tell him that if he sits downs and starts writing numbers and never ever quits that that is infinity. Go back to bed sweetie.<br /><br />So what 5 year old wakes up in the middle of the night wondering about infinity?<br /><br />Next morning we are on our way out the door. He says Mom how do you get money at work. I say they pay me to work. But how do you get the money mommy? Well I work and then they put the money in my bank account. He says in total serious voice, they shouldn't do that mommy, they should take money out of the register to give to you. THat is where money comes from. Too Funny.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-7127305569982745668?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-30725185265874766222009-05-15T10:09:00.002-06:002009-05-15T10:16:49.066-06:00I have dreams. Very vivid dreams. Very very vivid dreams. Last night was my night to dream about Dale Jr. Granted I am neutral on Jr. I don't really like him, and I don't really dislike him. So take that into account.<br /><br />Anyway somehow I come accross Jr. sitting alone at the track back in the green area. I approach him and we just start chatting. Not like a fan to a driver but just one person to another person. It was just plain filling time talking to someone. A while later he sees me in the pits and invites me into the trailer. Again he is all alone. I could really feel how alone and isolated he felt. No one dares to approach him. Either too scared too, or they just want something. The pain in his voice while talking to me was huge. I could really feel for the young man that just felt so alone in life.<br />We became friends. There were phone calls, and visits, and back and forths. I treated him like a person, and he treated me like a friend. All the while the rumors and gossip kept growing and growing. Then of course the press hit on the age difference, and publishing that I was out to get him because of his money. It put a real strain on our friendship. We had a serious heart to heart talk. I told him I was way past all that stuff. That I was a friend, and nothing more. After all I was practically old enough to be his mother (no idea in real life if I am or not). He was laughing and joking and got the calculator out and proved that I may be older but I wasn't that old. Anyway we are laughing and joking about it and then:<br />He kissed me. EEEEKKKK<br />Then my DS says Mommy is it time to get up. AAARRRGGGG<br /><br />I dream vivid detailed dreams, I have since I was a small child. I dream full conversations, full feelings, full nuances, full senses. Just the way I am. <br /><br />I can still feel his pain on how alone and isolated he feels. I hope to hell it was just a dream and not actually the way the young man feels. His pain was visable to me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-3072518526587476622?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-62973084584308598922009-05-13T06:45:00.006-06:002009-05-13T06:56:39.298-06:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SgrDgs3zyOI/AAAAAAAABUs/bJGNof3qjKc/s1600-h/P1030500.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SgrDgs3zyOI/AAAAAAAABUs/bJGNof3qjKc/s400/P1030500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335291675142244578" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SgrDIuBw7GI/AAAAAAAABUk/04eLVP-ezKU/s1600-h/P1030505.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SgrDIuBw7GI/AAAAAAAABUk/04eLVP-ezKU/s400/P1030505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335291263135575138" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SgrCyM-JXwI/AAAAAAAABUc/0sioMbip9Lg/s1600-h/P1030534.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SgrCyM-JXwI/AAAAAAAABUc/0sioMbip9Lg/s400/P1030534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335290876304908034" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SgrCfL5FOhI/AAAAAAAABUU/31gjv63l4wk/s1600-h/P1030501.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SgrCfL5FOhI/AAAAAAAABUU/31gjv63l4wk/s400/P1030501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335290549597714962" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SgrB_7NXeRI/AAAAAAAABUM/xGS_u9W2bY4/s1600-h/P1030490.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PKIwUyHVujU/SgrB_7NXeRI/AAAAAAAABUM/xGS_u9W2bY4/s400/P1030490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335290012543449362" /></a><br />way way too early in the morning. I woke up at 4:30 and unable to go back to sleep. I am not a morning person. Woke up from a bad dream, adrenaline just a pumping. Even now my heart is thudding.<br /><br />here is a picture from McKenzie Trails Monday night. <br /><br />We saw two moose, two muskrats, two loons (in the city), and then the Canadian Geese, Mallards, and other "normal" creatures.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-6297308458430859892?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-91550732540682849512009-05-08T14:42:00.003-06:002009-05-08T14:44:18.906-06:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMRPfCRV2xI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMRPfCRV2xI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-9155073254068284951?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27480137.post-40143236086514732222009-05-07T14:47:00.001-06:002009-05-07T14:48:54.766-06:00Sunday is Mothers Day. Now that I am a mommy myself it is hard for me to try to split the time between my mom, my MIL and myself.<br /><br />Tongiht I am taking my mom out for supper at Joey's Only for an all you can eat shrimp night. mmmmmmm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27480137-4014323608651473222?l=oscarisms.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oscar T. Grouchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18088841939621130560noreply@blogger.com0