stumbling along

This is video of Teege’s teammate getting hit. He had to have stitches. J. was stitched up and back on the ice in a very short time. J. is tough and his Dad is a Doctor. It’s nice to have a doctor in the house.

Now this is so good, and the truth of Nelson. That is why we live here.

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I am posting this picture because I remember Kyla phoned us in the winter during hockey and we want to get together and the timing wasn’t right. I will phone her to see if we can make it another day.

As my imagination sends me to the outer limits I receives a delicious kiss from the most beautiful spirit. Even if you try to explain your words, you cannot adequately convey what’s happening, in my magical flights of fancy. Sometimes it’s better not to talk about it, just be silent.
This is a good time for dreamers, so pursue your happiness and shared it with no one.
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A friend was stumblingalong and found this news article about my favor little Saskatchewan town ‘Kipling”. He found this and he did what most people are doing these days he Facebooked it. Funny how we are traveling to this town this week to see my Mom and Dad, brothers and sisters.
Thank you to CBC
Here is a link to the whole report.

Two balloonists in a New Mexico contest to see who could fly the farthest blew away the competition and ended up at a farm in Saskatchewan.

“It worked out well,” co-pilot Andy Cayton told CBC recently. “We were the only balloon to go due north.”

Cayton and his co-pilot, Stuart Enloe, set out from Albuquerque, N.M., last week, and after 61 hours in the air and 1,700 kilometers over the ground, they won top prize in the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta.

The two men from Georgia came down on a farm near Kipling, about 150 kilometers southeast of Regina...

Everybody today seems to be in such a terrible rush, anxious for greater developments and greater riches and so on, so that children have very little time for their parents. Parents have very little time for each other, and in the home begins the disruption of peace of the world.

by Mother Teresa

My situation is like trying to cut through a huge tight knot, you need to decide where to cut and stay in that one spot until the cut it done. But also, have the ability to correctly measure, so you aren’t left short. With this in mind you will have success and good fortune. Don’t be afraid to shake that rope and pull it, to get the true length of it.

But those who bring it on, must be , honest - with others, and with themselves. Honesty is the rock of the foundation, it is a trait of the strong and self-confident. To be successful person you must master the art of honesty.

Much like a swordsman learning to fence. When lies, delusions and game-playing are getting in the way, a swift sword of honesty, perhaps even punishment, must be wielded to protect my integrity and values. I think decisiveness with integrity at this time will bring good fortune.

Though I must act vigorous, I must not be hasty, severe, or arbitrary. Carefully consider all the circumstances, all of the possibilities. These are serious events, I must forgive, but not forget. At least until that person has made some kind of effort to make up for his mistakes. If corrective action is necessary, I will make sure that it fits the crime. When rules have become slack and broken, only through the effectiveness can love be restored.

In situations where serious issues of justice are at stake, I will keep careful records, and I will not hesitate to go public with the truth.

Put all convention ideas aside and be powered by revealing your passionate nature.

My creativity continues to flow in every area of your life today. A sense of excitement is getting me through my daily routine, and at times I am lacking focus. But to have clear communication is important, so I need to play this over in my mind today.

Daily apple photo, time is on my side.

I have been visiting Facebook. Yes folks, I too, have spent time poking and such. But this time i have connected with a long time friend. I am so grateful for having her back in my life.

Now your wondering why I am posting about her. It is because she shared this email with me and as i have said before, when i get goosebumps i post.

Love it Link it.

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.

I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don’t agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less grey hair or a flatter belly. As I’ve aged, I’ve become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend.
I don’t chide myself for eating that extra biscuit, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement ornament that I didn’t need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant..
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70’s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love … I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning grey, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER! FRIENDS FOREVER!
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Sept. 30 sunny day today. Love living here October 1, 2007
Had coffee today @ Da Daughters