Today was my children's 1st day back to school. Kaleb is in gr 3, Daniella gr 4 and Michaela is in her last year of elementary school. She is now one of the big fish in a little pond. A graduation is in order, far too fast for me.
I thought I would find great relief in this return to school for 2011/12. However, beginning yesterday I found myself feeling like an emotional puddle, wet and muddy and icky inside.
Yesterday we watched a movie all about teenage love and 2 twins trying to get together their separated parents. Well, by the end of the movie the two main characters were at the senior prom and I was in tears.A Full blown cry with big fat tears rolling down my cheeks. I just could imagine my two girls at leadership dances and early morning seminary and in high school trying to figure out exactly who they are. I just was unable to control it. I'm not PMSing and I have never really cried over my children quite like that except when I broke down over Kaleb
and the possibly of him in a relationship that results in marriage and seeing him kneel across the alter lovingly gazing into the eyes of his soul mate. Yes, That made me cry.
For this reason I have decided to re visit my blogging . Michael is away for work again. I miss Micheal but I can be strong. Hamilton isn't that far away and its better than Thunder Bay and anyways, I am receiving many blessings from being supportive and strong on my own and I know that I am not alone, ever!
Okay, I'm all done my emotional eruption.
Love
LOLA
The Life of Lola
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
When Life throws you lemons... Check them for iron levels
When life throws you lemons....
So everyday for the past several months I have been quietly suffering. Thinking I was going a little crazy and beginnning to believe I was suffering from some sort of bi-polar manic-depressive state.
I struggled through each day trying desperatley not to cry or break down and if I couldn't bear it any longer, then least don't so it in front of the kids.
Finally I could bear it no longer and informed my husband that I was going to seek the counsel of my doctor. Thanks heavens for physicians who don't encourage pill popping and sit with you to gather info and run some tests.
Well, one week later, likely the worst week yet, I'm sitting in the examination room while my wonderful and caring doctor with a gentle bedside manner looks over my test results. As she runs down the list explaining as she goes along, I'm a little surprised when she lets out a big chuckle.
She covers her mouth a little embarassed I think at her own reaction and there it is....
a number one, just the number one where there should be a reading upwards of one hundred and fourty five or so. I had the iron readings of 1 !!!! I was flaberghasted!
Thats what been wrong with me??????? Yes, then she explains how deeply affective anemia can be.
So I toddled off to the closest health food store and picked up some nasty tasting orgainc iron supplementt with the highest dosage of iron possible and after relaying my latest surprise to the store clerk, he was kind enough to give me a free sample of an iron supplement.
I drank that one as soon as I was in my car.
So, three days later I am thrilled to report a fine and cheery and perfectly stable emotional and physical state.
Thank heavens for good doctors and a health care system that works fine enough for me!
Note to friends: Don't ignore it when you don't feel like yourself.
Love,
Lola
So everyday for the past several months I have been quietly suffering. Thinking I was going a little crazy and beginnning to believe I was suffering from some sort of bi-polar manic-depressive state.
I struggled through each day trying desperatley not to cry or break down and if I couldn't bear it any longer, then least don't so it in front of the kids.
Finally I could bear it no longer and informed my husband that I was going to seek the counsel of my doctor. Thanks heavens for physicians who don't encourage pill popping and sit with you to gather info and run some tests.
Well, one week later, likely the worst week yet, I'm sitting in the examination room while my wonderful and caring doctor with a gentle bedside manner looks over my test results. As she runs down the list explaining as she goes along, I'm a little surprised when she lets out a big chuckle.
She covers her mouth a little embarassed I think at her own reaction and there it is....
a number one, just the number one where there should be a reading upwards of one hundred and fourty five or so. I had the iron readings of 1 !!!! I was flaberghasted!
Thats what been wrong with me??????? Yes, then she explains how deeply affective anemia can be.
So I toddled off to the closest health food store and picked up some nasty tasting orgainc iron supplementt with the highest dosage of iron possible and after relaying my latest surprise to the store clerk, he was kind enough to give me a free sample of an iron supplement.
I drank that one as soon as I was in my car.
So, three days later I am thrilled to report a fine and cheery and perfectly stable emotional and physical state.
Thank heavens for good doctors and a health care system that works fine enough for me!
Note to friends: Don't ignore it when you don't feel like yourself.
Love,
Lola
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Speak now or forever hold your peace.
More often than not this phrase is thought of in the context of a wedding ceremony, however, when you are somewhat socially challenged it can take on a whole new meaning.
You see that person across the room and are intregued and attracted to thier laugh and how they lean back slightly when deeply amused, the way they stand, the interested expression on thier face when listening to someone elses story. You notice someones striking eyes and wish you could talk just to gaze into them.
Perhaps its a cluster of people that just look like they are having a grand ol time together and you desperately wish you had the guts to join them, without feeling like the most retarded individual. I was an outsider and felt I had no right to claim a place as an insider.
When I was young I called myself a people watcher. One who enjoys the quiet, yet possibly profound hobby of observing members of the human race and thier interactions with one another.
In retrospect I realize that I had politely catergorized myself so as not to accept the fact that I was, insecure and shy coupled with a low self esteem and that these caused me to be a spectator in my own life.
My elementry years were a torment and it is always said that when one has an enemy that they should know them. Know thier strengths and weaknesses. So that is what I did. I watched and gathered data and became adept at analysing the wants, needs and abilities of people.
Now you may ask, how did this ever serve me? Well, it put me on the map. The popular people, even through highschool began to ask my advice on how to get a particular guy or girl to notice them or why a certain person had changed thier attitude toward them or even what was up with the star athlete and why were they struggling with thier performance.
The answers would vary and others would confide in me thier most intimate secrets and tales.
Now I was no gossip but I certainly gained the knack of conveying the needs of someone and how to possibly meet those needs, thereby making one stand out in anothers life.
Now I'm 38 and totally absorbed with the craziness of my life but still, I find my analytical tools still handy in day to day life.
Am I still a little socially challenged? Yes, but I'm much better at it hiding it now!!
Love,
Lola
You see that person across the room and are intregued and attracted to thier laugh and how they lean back slightly when deeply amused, the way they stand, the interested expression on thier face when listening to someone elses story. You notice someones striking eyes and wish you could talk just to gaze into them.
Perhaps its a cluster of people that just look like they are having a grand ol time together and you desperately wish you had the guts to join them, without feeling like the most retarded individual. I was an outsider and felt I had no right to claim a place as an insider.
When I was young I called myself a people watcher. One who enjoys the quiet, yet possibly profound hobby of observing members of the human race and thier interactions with one another.
In retrospect I realize that I had politely catergorized myself so as not to accept the fact that I was, insecure and shy coupled with a low self esteem and that these caused me to be a spectator in my own life.
My elementry years were a torment and it is always said that when one has an enemy that they should know them. Know thier strengths and weaknesses. So that is what I did. I watched and gathered data and became adept at analysing the wants, needs and abilities of people.
Now you may ask, how did this ever serve me? Well, it put me on the map. The popular people, even through highschool began to ask my advice on how to get a particular guy or girl to notice them or why a certain person had changed thier attitude toward them or even what was up with the star athlete and why were they struggling with thier performance.
The answers would vary and others would confide in me thier most intimate secrets and tales.
Now I was no gossip but I certainly gained the knack of conveying the needs of someone and how to possibly meet those needs, thereby making one stand out in anothers life.
Now I'm 38 and totally absorbed with the craziness of my life but still, I find my analytical tools still handy in day to day life.
Am I still a little socially challenged? Yes, but I'm much better at it hiding it now!!
Love,
Lola
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Life Changing Beauty Tips
Yesterday I read something that may very well change my entire approach to skin care, upon nearing my 40's.
I was reading about Bali and how their native women care for thier skin. These women don;t struggle with skin cancer, sunspots and whatever else we seem to be riddled with here in North America.
Preserving the youthfulness of thier skin requires a little thought and very little spending.
I have spent hundreds of dollars over the past decade or so trying to improve elasticity and collagen and refrain from wrinkling. I even wear oversized sunglasses to avoid rays through the drivers side window. Anything to slow the clock from fast forwarding me to looking older than I am.
So here it is........ are you ready........
Brown rice water.That's it, brown rice water.
Before dumping the rice water from your boiled brown rice or brown rice pasta(no oil added)
let it cool in a bowl and before bed and when you awake rub some on your face after cleansing and let it air dry.
It will feel a little like a facial mask at first but WOW the flawless outcome for me was well worth it!
I used it all over and then lightly towel dried my skin and talk about silky feeling.
Read up on the nutrients of brown rice and all that can be part of your skin regiment. For no more than you paid to eat it.
Michaela, my daughter decided she liked to drink it so she takes a glass before I whisk the bowl off to my bathroom.
Funny as it may seem, Kaleb informed me that he too has to take of his skin so he stays young looking...lol
Good luck and post me your results:)
Love,
Lola
I was reading about Bali and how their native women care for thier skin. These women don;t struggle with skin cancer, sunspots and whatever else we seem to be riddled with here in North America.
Preserving the youthfulness of thier skin requires a little thought and very little spending.
I have spent hundreds of dollars over the past decade or so trying to improve elasticity and collagen and refrain from wrinkling. I even wear oversized sunglasses to avoid rays through the drivers side window. Anything to slow the clock from fast forwarding me to looking older than I am.
So here it is........ are you ready........
Brown rice water.That's it, brown rice water.
Before dumping the rice water from your boiled brown rice or brown rice pasta(no oil added)
let it cool in a bowl and before bed and when you awake rub some on your face after cleansing and let it air dry.
It will feel a little like a facial mask at first but WOW the flawless outcome for me was well worth it!
I used it all over and then lightly towel dried my skin and talk about silky feeling.
Read up on the nutrients of brown rice and all that can be part of your skin regiment. For no more than you paid to eat it.
Michaela, my daughter decided she liked to drink it so she takes a glass before I whisk the bowl off to my bathroom.
Funny as it may seem, Kaleb informed me that he too has to take of his skin so he stays young looking...lol
Good luck and post me your results:)
Love,
Lola
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
You might even be a ROCKSTAR!!
Well hello world!
Today offered us crazy Canucks a blizzard!!! Wowie, wow, wow!
The reason I state "Crazy" is because it doesn't seem to stop us one bit. Hand us a shovel and a snow brush and we will brave any amount of snow.
Anyhow, that is not my topic of thought today.
I have always had a secret fantasy. No, it's not dirty and certainly not limited to adulthood.
Deep down inside the depths of my being lies a rockstar.
I only let her out in the shower and sometimes in the laundry room (great acoustics).
Tonight though I found a purpose for her. Just a few weeks from now is our ward talent show.
We happen to have alot of talent in our church ward and therefore I will be in good company but
it also means that I can't afford to screw up.
After our amateur judging of American Idol tonight, I scrolled through my ipod to select just that right song.
The one that doesn't put people to sleep but elevates them and you to the staus of a memorable performance.
I found my perfect band. JOURNEY !!!!! I haven't chosen which song as yet but wish me luck
;)
Love Lola
Today offered us crazy Canucks a blizzard!!! Wowie, wow, wow!
The reason I state "Crazy" is because it doesn't seem to stop us one bit. Hand us a shovel and a snow brush and we will brave any amount of snow.
Anyhow, that is not my topic of thought today.
I have always had a secret fantasy. No, it's not dirty and certainly not limited to adulthood.
Deep down inside the depths of my being lies a rockstar.
I only let her out in the shower and sometimes in the laundry room (great acoustics).
Tonight though I found a purpose for her. Just a few weeks from now is our ward talent show.
We happen to have alot of talent in our church ward and therefore I will be in good company but
it also means that I can't afford to screw up.
After our amateur judging of American Idol tonight, I scrolled through my ipod to select just that right song.
The one that doesn't put people to sleep but elevates them and you to the staus of a memorable performance.
I found my perfect band. JOURNEY !!!!! I haven't chosen which song as yet but wish me luck
;)
Love Lola
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
Monday, 7 March 2011
What is a "Kalebism"
Everyone who has a child believes there is something special about them, and that is true.
However, there are children who live in a special realm of special and anyone who has met my son Kaleb and carried on more than a 1 minute conversation with him, knows that he is indeed special among the special.
Kaleb is 7 years old but only according to his birth certificate.
He has a creative sense of logic that is indeed rare among men.
In the SK his teacher tried to convince Kaleb of the importance in learning to write his name.
His reply was " I can just tell you, can't I?"
In grade 1 we placed him in French Immersion(mistake) The teacher told him he must say "May I please go to the washroom?" en francais.
His reply was " Why? You understand english and I can speak english. So why can't I just ask you in english?"
So, if you get where I'm coming from and as I further add to my blog you'll understand a "Kalebism" when you see one.
Kalebism of the week(last week)
I tried to convince Kaleb that he shouldn't marry his older sisters best friend to whom he proposed to last year.
I told him " Yah know.. shes older than you and way taller than you and she's a vegan and you love meat....."
Kalebs reply was " Mommy, I made a commitment!(emphatically, yet matter of factly) AND we pinkie swore."
When she came to visit he reiderated his commitment and simply asked if she would be willing to cook meat for him if possible?
However, there are children who live in a special realm of special and anyone who has met my son Kaleb and carried on more than a 1 minute conversation with him, knows that he is indeed special among the special.
Kaleb is 7 years old but only according to his birth certificate.
He has a creative sense of logic that is indeed rare among men.
In the SK his teacher tried to convince Kaleb of the importance in learning to write his name.
His reply was " I can just tell you, can't I?"
In grade 1 we placed him in French Immersion(mistake) The teacher told him he must say "May I please go to the washroom?" en francais.
His reply was " Why? You understand english and I can speak english. So why can't I just ask you in english?"
So, if you get where I'm coming from and as I further add to my blog you'll understand a "Kalebism" when you see one.
Kalebism of the week(last week)
I tried to convince Kaleb that he shouldn't marry his older sisters best friend to whom he proposed to last year.
I told him " Yah know.. shes older than you and way taller than you and she's a vegan and you love meat....."
Kalebs reply was " Mommy, I made a commitment!(emphatically, yet matter of factly) AND we pinkie swore."
When she came to visit he reiderated his commitment and simply asked if she would be willing to cook meat for him if possible?
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