So how many times can you start over? I have been trying since 2019 to get back on track with my blog, I have had several name changes and a wide range of topics and yet nothing.

So 0n this day May 30th 2026 I will try again and hopefully this time I have my ducks in somewhat order and I can get into some kind of habit of posting at least once a week.

If there is still people following this blog thank you for sticking around. We have moved again and this time its to a small town in Northern Alberta.

I love this little town, its quiet here and the people I have met are very friendly. I go to a small church and I am now the leader of the Women’s Ministry

I still have my two cats Norman and Suzie and of course I’m still married and crazy in love with Michael. Since I posted last I have another beautiful Granddaughter born Christmas day of 2025 and a Great- Grandson who was born January of 2025. Brooke lives in Edmonton and Dallin lives in Kamloops.

So now I have brought you all up to date I’m going to close this off for tonight and hopefully I will see you sometime next week

So much have changed since I had my last post 2 years ago. We have moved twice, once an hour from where we were before and the last move was across Canada driving with two cats in the back seat and finally settling here in Edmonton Alberta. We have been here now a year and we love it so much. We love our new home. its a two bedroom , den in a new building on the SW side of Edmonton.

Now for the most important change in our life, Michael and I accepted Jesus Christ as our personal Savior just before we moved up to Alberta and our life have changed so much. I have healed so much from the abuse of my past and now have a very beautiful relationship with two of my three sons and praying that someday my youngest son will want to have a relationship with me.

We attend a very nice church here in Edmonton and have made some very good friends. I am truly happy for the first time in a long time. I will share how all this happen in a future post but for now I would love to know if there is anyone still out there please just drop me a hello.

To explain the title of my post its 12 degrees C here today and last night we had frost but its so much better than a heatwave mixed with humidity

I’m sitting here at my window and the day is a real summer day. I can smell a BBQ and someone got a fire going. I live close to Lake Erie and I swear I can smell the lake today. Its like Summer has already began. There is so many things I have to do before Summer but if its coming early so be it

I look around my small apartment and I feel blessed today, despite the fact that there is still so much to do. I need to paint my kitchen cabinets and the walls in the kitchen and the cleaning I need to do is kind of crazy.

I don’t know if there are more like me but I like to clean each season and it seems it’s getting harder and harder for me to do but oh well it will be done when it’s done. For now I will just sit here and enjoy the scents of summer and dream

Well It’s the last of April going on to January, yes January because I am fu&*in freezing! I have been on a fibro flare now since October of last year. Just a quick update because it’s been like forever since I’ve posted. I’ve had two total knee replacements, a number of injections all over to help with the pain from fibromyalgia and finally a cortisone shot in my lower back because of immense pain. My best friend and forever loved fur baby Macavity passed away a year ago. Our sweet kitty was 15 years old and it still hurts to have him gone. We still have Shylah, our Siamese baby girl who will be 14 next month. When Macavity passed we decided to get another male kitten and that’s when Norman Reepuss came into our family. He was 1 year old in March. Then a week after we saw an ad for the most beautiful Calico cat and then we had three cats and Miss Suzie Q was also 1 year old in March and she has captured all our hearts.

Well that’s enough for now I will come at ya again soon

I love Instagram and most of my online time is spend scrolling through other peoples feed and wishing for a lot more money and tons of more space. Now that my followers have almost reached 2000 I’m realizing I need to be more active in showing my decor style and decor. I have been just showing small glimpses into my home and vignettes trying not to include the imperfections of my small rental apartment.

A few weeks ago an account I am following told in her story how we shouldn’t feel bad about our surroundings and if our decor didn’t quite measure up because of a budget. I took out of that, that where I am living right now may be small and not the top of the line and most of my decor is from flea markets and thrift stores and my favorite shopping places are Amazon and Walmart but its still my decor story.

I recently spend a few dollars on amazons and got a new throw and some pillows covers for my room and I took a photo for Instagram and I got so many nice comments. Now I’m braver so who knows maybe someday I will show my face and give a tour of my humble abode.

Due to circumstances that was way beyond our control, we were forced to downsize, in a major move. I went from a condo that was as big as a three bedrooms mobile home to a 2 bedroom very small apartment in a different town. I look at this home as temporary but nonetheless it has been and will be our home for awhile.

I love thrifting and do it passionately, from flea markets to thrift stores I am always getting things to make our home beautiful and with all things being recycled these days, I am always somewhat in with style.

Here are some peeks into my home

Everything you see here came from a thrift store. (night table)

I hope you will come back and share with me the ways you have made your place a home. Remember “Sometimes the things we can’t change end up changing us”

Well here I am living in a year like no other! 2020 who knew you would change everything in this world! I am very grateful that I am have remained healthy along with all my family and there is not a but you can put after.

Am I scared everyday of my life? Yes. Each time I go out to the store I think about if I walked by someone that looked sick or touched my face (which apparently I did quite often before all this) I am trying to get use to a mask but wearing glasses and a mask is not easy, so I have decided to get a chain for my glasses and put them on to see things clearly when needed. Then I wonder if that is even safe to do.

I painted my apartment and then instead of truly enjoying it I often sit and wonder if its all for nothing if I get the Corvid 19 and die. I am truly scared as I am sure most people are and it’s hard to live your life when you are trying to dodge an invisible beast.

I try to follow the tips for coping with stress during this terrible time but its hard.

PAUSE. Breathe. Reflect but my reflecting is thinking back to a time when life was different, when I could visit my family and go down the grocery aisle any direction I wanted. I reflect on how nice it was to go to yardsales and thrift stores and not have to worry how close someone else was standing next to you

KEEP to a healthy routine is getting easier in some ways and next to impossible in others. Washing me hands and not touching my face is becoming a habit but resisting the urge to constantly eat is certainly hard especially when you have nothing else to do.

CONNECT with others is something you would think would be hard but it seems we are all struggling with the invisible beast so finding common ground while staying six feet away from each other is getting easier as the days go by.

BE KIND to yourself and others is something that is more common now then ever before. I find myself saying thank you and have a good day a lot more than before and looking after yourself is a necessity these days

REACH OUT for help if you need it can be as easy as smiling at someone because when they smile back its like healing in this scary time and I think the following quote sums it all up…. Stay Safe my Friends

Twenty-Twenty, I didn’t make any big goals or resolutions this year but already I feel like I’m on the journey of a lifetime. I am changing and refining ME this year. I don’t know if its my age or if its just time for a change.

I started this journey before the new year but I didn’t think I would stay on board so long and see the results I am seeing!

I started to be somewhat careful of what I was eating and looking after myself a little better. We all know that depression and anxiety can cause you to neglect the one thing that matters most and that is yourself.

Since the new year has come I have lost thirty eight pounds and have now replaced my daytime and nighttime insulin with Metformin and Ozimpic.

I’m still in a lot of pain but I feel a lot better then I have for a long time! I will see a orthopedic surgeon in March and I will be having knee replacements with starting hopefully in as little as two months.

I have become so settled with regards to my past and I can’t say I have forgiven my abuser and I doubt if that will ever happen but I have moved on and I wish no one any harm or revenge. I just came to the place in my life when it was time. I have also accepted the fact that I need to stay on my meds and most likely I will need to stay on them for the rest of my life but that’s okay too

So that’s all my news for now and I promise I am going to try more to write but until the next time be well and safe.

Well Christmas time is just about here again! Ever since my childhood Christmas was always such an anticipated time of the year. We always had Christmas concerts while in school and Santa would come in at the end and we were always so excited to hear him ringing his bell and saying the familiar phase “ho ho ho”. I didn’t found out until much later in life that it was my Dad that was playing the role of Santa. My Dad made Christmas what it was to us. He always told us stories of how on old Christmas night all the animals would bow their knee and praise the Savior that was born in Bethlehem. He would always tell us that we had to go to bed early and go asleep because Santa would not come until we were sleep. I remember the year I got a guitar for Christmas and I was old at the time like maybe 12 and not being asleep I heard my guitar being tuned and I swear I thought Santa had come and he was tuning my guitar. That is how real Santa and the excitement of Christmas was bestowed upon us by our Dad.

He would also tell us old tales about Christmas about the animals all kneeling on Christmas Eve but that was the old Christmas Eve which originated in England’s adoption of the Gregorian calendar in 1752, which dropped 12 days from the old calendar and resulted in Christmas being celebrated December 25, rather than January 6. I have so many superstitions and tales swirling around in my head its hard to know what part of what tale belongs where.

Then we had mummering!   Possibly the best-known Newfoundland Christmas tradition, mummering happens from (December 26) through the 12 days of the Christmas season. Also called jannies, , mummers disguise themselves with masks, humps, costumes, and false voices, then travel from house to house, singing songs and dancing when invited in. Occupants of the house must try and guess the mummers’ identities, after which food and drinks are shared, and the mummers move on to the next house. Mummering is based on ancient traditions of disguising and visiting during the Christmas season, while traditional mummers’ plays and characters are about 200 years old, traveling from Britain to Newfoundland.

Tibb’s Eve was another tradition that happens on the night of December 23, and is widely interpreted to be the time when one can start indulging in Christmas cheer of the alcoholic variety. St. Tibb was an excuse to drink before the season of Advent was officially over on Christmas Day.

So many things to remember but one thing is for sure that although my father claimed he hated Christmas, it was from him that we all learned the fun and wonderment of Christmas.

My Dad is passed away now but its hard not to put up a tree or celebrate Christmas without remembering him. I miss you Dad.