The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

Divulging a truth Serious [...]]]>

Sensational Haiku Wednesday

Welcome to “Sensational Haiku Wednesday!”

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The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

This week’s theme is: Secrets

Will you ever know
What lays just behind the smile?
You might be surprised

Divulging a truth
Serious consequences
Best undiscovered

Suspect awareness
Buried within the darkness
Lies a quiet need

I’m out of town this week – I will visit when I get back!

Next week’s theme: Belong(-ing)

Note: Nothing makes me happier than to see new people getting “hooked on haiku”! Keep it going to make it to the Hooked on Haiku List

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I was at my wit’s end trying to get her past her fear of water. Even though we have a pool in our back yard and she was in it all the time, she had zero trust in her [...]]]> 2 Weeks ago, I introduced a petrified and tearful Wee One to her new swimming teacher, Kate.

I was at my wit’s end trying to get her past her fear of water. Even though we have a pool in our back yard and she was in it all the time, she had zero trust in her abilities, and, apparently, in us. This isn’t really news I guess; I’ve written about her anxiety and shyness previously. She has come such a long way with those issues this past year – she even smiles at and speaks to J-B and Knarf now! But the water… wow. Our biggest frustration over this is that the rest of the family are like fish – the Hubby was a medal winning part of the swim team in high school, and I was a synchronized swimmer for years! We are at home and completely confident in the water, as is big sister The Teen.

We had no idea how to get her past this. ShaMoo mentioned that she had taken Frank&Frank to private swimming lessons at a place in town, and finally I gave up and decided to call them. Small shallow lap pool, salt water, individual instructors. Worth a shot!

The first lesson in the pool had me shaking my head, and I was sure this wasn’t going to work. I had explained to the staff about Wee One’s shyness and almost paralyzing fear of the unknown, etc. They only nodded, told me not to worry, and said they’d seen it all before.

On Monday she had a meltdown so bad I yanked her halfway through the lesson and took her home. On Wednesday, she had another one, but as I’d warned her, I didn’t step in, and just let Kate talk her down. Miserable lesson.

Yesterday, though? No fanfare, no catalyst. No visible reason. Click.

Kate looked at me half way through and said “you brought me a different kid today…!”

Today was Wee One’s 10th and final private lesson of the summer.

I am SO PROUD of this kid of mine. So proud.

What a difference a couple of weeks made!! THANK YOU, KATE!

The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

Next week’s theme: Secrets

Note: [...]]]>

Sensational Haiku Wednesday

Welcome to “Sensational Haiku Wednesday!”

Click here for info and background on this weekly event!

The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

This week’s theme is: Future

Errant dreams… far fetched
May come true, tho’ likely not
Keep moving forward

Next week’s theme: Secrets

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I may never recover.

That’s an awfully long time to spend not only standing in a closet, but looking at yourself. In a full length mirror. In various degrees of your altogether. (No pictures. You’re welcome.) Not [...]]]> Yesterday I spent about 3 hours in my closet, mostly undressed, and in front of a full length mirror.

I may never recover.

That’s an awfully long time to spend not only standing in a closet, but looking at yourself. In a full length mirror. In various degrees of your altogether. (No pictures. You’re welcome.) Not something I’m terribly comfortable doing!

Why was I doing this, you ask? Because my closet has, over the past 7 years, become an oasis for every stray box and unneeded whatsit we’ve been unable to find a proper place for in the rest of the house. I’m tired of taking my life in my hands when I enter my closet. I really would love to see my clothes, shoes, hand bags, and that tiny bit in the far back that Hubby is allotted for his clothes. ;) I’m sure he’d really like to be able to get to them too!

So for 3 hours, I went through racks (and to be honest, heaps) of clothes, trying every single item on. Anything that has ever made me cringe? Gone. Anything that is too big due to Jenn 2.0? Gone. Shoes that pinch my toes or fall off because I bought them a ‘smidge too big because they only had them in that size’ ? Gone! Also gone are my favourite Nine West red pumps that fit perfectly, but the lining in the toes is turning to some sort of weird clay-like sludge?? What’s that all about? Yuck!

4 big garbage bags full of clothes – some that still have the price tags on them too – are now sitting outside of my closet. And I’m not done. My eking-out groove was interrupted by a torrential rain storm that took out our power for a couple hours.

Because the internet was also MIA due to the power failure, the Teen busied herself making beaded bracelets (her newest craze… which I keep stepping on this morning, and Boo is having a grand time chasing around the kitchen floor! *sigh*)

Wee One thought it was great fun to be put to bed via candlelight, and asked me to leave the candle on her dresser because it was “soooooo beautiful”! (I didn’t though, don’t panic!)

Today I’m ‘back in the closet’, paring down even more, and getting rid of crap I didn’t even know I/we had. Enough with the clutter, already!

I hereby solemnly swear the following;

1. To always try clothes on before buying. What looks good on a hanger in the store doesn’t always translate to looking good on the bod.

2. To stop buying clothes that don’t fit properly. I hate wearing tight clothes, but clothes that hang because they’re too big don’t look any better. Enough.

3. Stop buying jeans. I discovered that I have over 2 dozen pairs now, and that’s after I got rid of about 10 pairs!

My name is Jenn, and I’m a Shopaholic.

Back to the closet… wish me luck.

The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

Next week’s theme: Future

Note: [...]]]>

Sensational Haiku Wednesday

Welcome to “Sensational Haiku Wednesday!”

Click here for info and background on this weekly event!

The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

This week’s theme is: FreeStyle – whatever you like

Transitions, movement
Ever changing, stretch away
Childhood, and dreaming.

Next week’s theme: Future

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The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

Next week’s theme: [...]]]>

Sensational Haiku Wednesday

Welcome to “Sensational Haiku Wednesday!”

Click here for info and background on this weekly event!

The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

This week’s theme is: Comfort

Strength in a friendship
Solid hugs, warm smiles, and love
Makes my world better.

Next week’s theme: FreeStyle!

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Yeah yeah, I know – “go to the doctor, you ditz”. I have a feeling it’s an inner ear thing (vertigo), which I’ve had before… [...]]]> Sing it with me now!

No really, I’m dizzy. I’ve been dizzy for over a week, and it’s driving me nuts. I feel fine otherwise. Especially, y’know, when the room isn’t doing loop-de-loops.

Yeah yeah, I know – “go to the doctor, you ditz”. I have a feeling it’s an inner ear thing (vertigo), which I’ve had before… maybe 20 years ago. Took weeks to get past it the first time!

My thinking is that if I ignore it, it’ll go away. That’s logical… right? Right??

Quit it with the spinning!

Update: Hubby took me to the walk-in clinic about an hour ago, and the doctor there confirmed that it was vertigo (my BP was perfect, as always) Doctor found it really funny that I almost fell off the exam table when he asked me to sit up, and gave me a prescription. Jackass.

The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

Next week’s theme: [...]]]>

Sensational Haiku Wednesday

Welcome to “Sensational Haiku Wednesday!”

Click here for info and background on this weekly event!

The basics:

Haiku is simple! It is 3 non-rhyming lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively (a great way to use your fingers!)

This week’s theme is: Homecoming

Travel, see the world!
But… still something about home.
It’s where your stuff is.

Next week’s theme: Comfort

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I’ve always had a bucket list of sorts, mostly locked away in the recesses of my [...]]]> In an effort to get past this rotten week, and in response to my friend Jade’s last very cool post, I’ve been thinking about life. Mostly about what makes life worth living, and what I’d like to do with mine!

I’ve always had a bucket list of sorts, mostly locked away in the recesses of my brain (a scary place indeed). Now I think I’d like to delve into it, and start thinking forward!

Obviously my list wouldn’t be exactly like Jade’s – I’m waaaay past 30 and, well, I’m not a geophysicist. Sucks, but there you are.

What would mine include? Hrm.

I’ve been very fortunate in my life, and have traveled to some wonderful places. Still, I love traveling and would dearly love to do more.

I’d love to visit (or re-visit) the following places:

Australia
New Zealand
South America – maybe visit my friend Betty!
The Yukon and Alaska, where I’d get to spend some quality time with my long-time friend D!
Japan, China, Thailand – pretty much everywhere in that neck of the woods
Germany again (mostly just to change my opinion of it – my first trip there was dismal)
Italy again – one of my fave places on the planet. Want to bring the kids there some day.
Ireland and return to Scotland (and visit Jade!)

Who am I kidding; I want to see the whole world! Let’s call those my “short list” and move on.

Our [working] vacation earlier this month introduced me to sea kayaking, and folks, I have to say I’m in love! I’m on the prowl for kayaks now, for Hubby, the Teen, and me. Wee One is still too wee for it. Her day will come :) Living in Canada and especially in Ontario means I have access to some of the best rivers and lakes on the planet, and I want to explore them! I can’t think of a better way to bond with my husband and kids than having adventures like that.

Down the road when it’s more feasible, I would love to buy some property and have horses. I grew up on horseback out West, and miss riding in a big way.

Of course, then we have Main Street…! We have already done so much this past year and a bit that it’s seriously hard to think about what more to add to it! I would really like to increase our fan base (hint, hint), and do some original songs written just for us… (I already wrote one, but it’s more of a promo song and not a performance one) and maybe put out a CD one of these days! Hey… anything is possible! (By the way, J-B gets home, finally, tonight. Woohoo!! Can’t wait to see him!)

What else…

I’d really like to design and build my dream house. I have some great house plan books and some fabulous ideas that I’d like to implement… I should have been an architect! And what I wouldn’t give to have help as anal retentive detail-oriented as ShaMoo’s hubby Schmenkman! Their basement project is going to be phenomenal if it ever gets done when it’s done!

I’m sure I’ll come up with at least another 3 dozen items to add to this, but for now I think I’d like to hear about YOUR Bucket List. What is it that you dream about, my friends?

Do you remember Amy? The sad friend of the Teen who was being neglected and mistreated by her divorced parents; neither of whom wanted her? Something [...]]]> I’ve prided myself for being an excellent judge of character for a good long time, but I am sad and horrified to learn that just might not be the case.

Do you remember Amy? The sad friend of the Teen who was being neglected and mistreated by her divorced parents; neither of whom wanted her? Something in the back of my mind always flatly stated that there was more to it than that. Parents don’t just decide out of the blue they don’t want their kids, right? She is a very nice girl, well mannered and easy going, and easy to like. I’ve honestly never seen anything in her behavior that suggested otherwise. Until the phone call.

I’ll back up a bit, because the story more or less begins with a text message I got from the Teen while I was rehearsing with ShaMoo and Knarf on Wednesday. It said “Mom… I need to ask you a favour”. Well, you just know that when said favour will take some getting to and talking around that it’s not going to be good, right?

Turns out that Amy was having problems with her dad and step mother again, and she and the Teen were sitting in a park talking all afternoon. The favour, as it turned out, was to have Amy come and stay with us until she could find somewhere else to go. I have told her and the Teen on more than one occasion that our home is a safe place for her to go if something bad happened, and I was willing to stand behind my word. The only stipulation, which I texted to the Teen as I got into the van to go and pick them up, was that I wanted Amy’s father to know where she was going to be, so I didn’t have the police arriving on my doorstep in the middle of the night looking for her. Again. The Teen texted me back that it would be ok, but that I shouldn’t go in and talk to her father. That I should let Amy handle it when she went in to get her clothes, and that I shouldn’t speak to her father, step mother, or mother at all. Wait… is that an alarm bell going off in your head? Mine too. I wrote back and said that I was pretty sure she wouldn’t tell him the truth, and being sneaky was not the way to go with this. That I needed to be upfront about it, and that I couldn’t “just take her”, legally.

Amy was visibly upset, shaking, and close to hysterical when I arrived at the park. I can’t stand to see anyone in that state and not try to help. I just can’t do it. The alarm bell was momentarily muted. I’m a mom, and I cannot imagine not coming to the aid of a child who so very obviously was in dire need of help.

She couldn’t meet my eyes, though, and when I reiterated that we’d just go talk to her dad and get some things, she muttered something about going to another friend’s house as she turned away. No way was I going to let her walk alone in the rain, going who-knows-where, in her obviously messed up condition. I told them both to “Get. In. The. Van.” and she reluctantly turned around and climbed in. I asked her point-blank if she was being abused, and she shook her head and said no. They just “don’t like me”.

Things were just not adding up here. I asked several times if she wanted me to come in and speak to her father, or if she’d like me to get the authorities involved, and each time she vehemently shook her head “no”. Said she’d be fine, and that it would blow over in a few days. When we got to her father’s house, she sat there for a solid minute looking at the house before she opened the door and got out. I told her that if she wanted me to come in, just to come to the door and wave at me, and I’d be there in a heartbeat. And she went in. 10 minutes later she came out carrying a small bag with very little in it. She was quiet and withdrawn all the way to our house, and didn’t emerge from the Teen’s bedroom the entire night, even to have dinner with us. Alarm bells quietly chimed away in my head, but I couldn’t get anything out of her, and the Teen just looked bewildered and worried.

Her real mother called that evening, and was surprisingly pleasant on the phone when she asked to speak to Amy, but didn’t want to have a conversation with me. Fair enough; I knew this woman had some major issues and there wouldn’t be any point in stirring things up with her. She had called to tell Amy that she’d be there at 1pm the next day to pick her up.

I did my best the next day to get through to Amy, and let her know that I was willing to step in and get her some help if things were truly that bad at home, but she refused to let me help her at all. As we stood out in the driveway waiting for her mother I hugged her, and she stood straight and stiff in my arms, not returning it. I touched her face, and told her she always had a safe place to go, and that I’d come and get her if she needed me. Any time. I’ve said all of this before to her. Her face didn’t change expression, she didn’t acknowledge what I was saying, and she seemed to be willing me to go away. The Teen gave me the “just let it go, Mom” look. Alrighty. I told her I’d be in the kitchen window watching, and if she wanted me to come and speak to her mother, just to give me a wave, and then I left them alone.

Her mother came, she got in the car, and they were gone.

A few hours later, imagine my surprise when Amy’s father called me on the phone. I’ve never spoken to the man before, but given what I’d been told about him, I was expecting him to be a pretty nasty customer. He wasn’t. He was, however, a soft-spoken, kindly sounding man who said he was dreading speaking to ME, but couldn’t think of what else to do. After a minute of careful pleasantries, he sighed and said “I guess I just need you to know about this situation with Amy, and I think you should know what she’s been telling us about you.” Okayyy… that was unexpected. She was talking to them about me?

He proceeded to explain that Amy had some troubling emotional issues. I thought to myself “Well, yeah? Of course she does – no one wants her!” But only said “yes, I had figured that out and was quite worried about her and her mental state, given how badly she was shaking when I picked her up yesterday, and again when her mother picked her up today”. He went on to tell me about the lies that Amy told them, the vicious attitude she displayed at home, how she stole money and things from both he and his wife, and how she manipulated her little brother to run interference for her when she wanted something she was told she couldn’t have. And then… then folks, he told me that they were under the impression that I was a raging alcoholic, and that I beat my kids on a regular basis. Yes, really. He then went on to say that when Amy ran away in June (which had the police on my doorstep looking for her at 1am, but she was elsewhere) he told the police what she had told them, and that he was terrified that she was in my home and possibly in danger. From me. “Yeah, sorry about that, because now I’m sure it’s not true.” Well, gee, thanks. That makes it all better, doesn’t it?

The more he spoke, the more it made sense. Where I was certain in the beginning of the conversation that Amy was an innocent caught between truly awful parents, I soon came to realize that the alarm bells had been telling me something else was going on, and this clarification from her father started to ring true. Very true. She was shaking because she’d been caught in yet another lie, and she was so dug-in to her web of lies that there was no getting herself out of it. She didn’t want me speaking to her parents because they would figure out I wasn’t, in fact, a monster, and then I’d find out what she’d been telling them about me!

So I was snowed by a 15 year old with some pretty severe mental issues. Way to go, Jenn.

‘Where was the Teen in all this’, you ask? Well, she was sucked in too, folks. She too was lied to, but she didn’t have the life experience to figure it out the way I should have. She was so busy trying to fix Amy’s problems and carrying all the stress of her “abused friend” on her shoulders that she has been an emotional mess for a while too. Amy didn’t tell her what she’d told her parents (and I come to find out a good many other people as well) about me. She’s been busy contacting their mutual friends to let them know the truth, and – lucky me – I get to contact the police and see how much of this lie has been documented, if any, and try to get it cleared up. Fortunately the Teen is there to negate the rumours, and Amy’s father can be contacted too. But I am beyond pissed. I’m beyond hurt. I’m slapped-in-the-face shocked that someone I went out of my way to help could turn around and be so evil.

Past contacting the police, I really don’t know what else to do about this. I don’t think there’s anything that I can do. Obviously Amy won’t be welcome in our home again, and the Teen has cut all ties to her. We’ve had a long in-depth chat about toxic people, and the effect they have on our lives. Lessons learned the hard way.

The Teen was such a different person on our vacation; happy and vibrant… yet the second we got home she reverted to moody and quiet again. And Amy was the reason. She sees that now, and unless I miss my guess, is relieved that all of this is finally out in the open and she can get the poison out of her life.

I’m just hoping the repercussions of this aren’t too far-reaching, and we’ve heard the last of Amy.