Thou Shalt Not Steal

I really REALLY like to take ideas from other people and use them myself. I don't consider it....dammit I can't think of that word.............DAMMIT. Copyright infringement I'll call it. I consider it being inspired. I read other people's blogs, or listen to other people's conversations, look at other people's photos or paintings, watch other people's tv shows, listen to other people's music, etc etc, and I take from them and create my own. Today though, I am going to take something from Sarah's Little Baby Feet and copy it exactly, except add my own answers. I think one or two might the same, if not similar, so sorry Sarah, but at least I warned you before hand.

Seven

Seven Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
1. Watch my sons graduate from highschool
2. Watch my sons marry the girl (or boy, whatever) of their dreams
3. Meet my grandchildren
4. Learn how to play the piano
5. Visit Denmark, and possibly live there temporarily
6. Learn so speak French fluently, not choppily
7. Own a horse, or two

Seven Things I Cannot Do:
1. Stop loving my husband
2. Stop loving my children
3. Stop drinking Coke
4. Give enough
5. Be stupid or narrow minded
6. Love enough
7. Regret

Seven Things That Attract Me to the Opposite Sex:
1. Creativity/open-mindedness/curiosity
2. Hardworking (dedication)
3. Passion for what they love
4. Full, thick hair
5. CONFIDENCE!!
6. Large Penis....hahahahahaha just kidding. Sense of humour
7. Charm

Seven Things I Say Most Often:
1. I LOVE YOU
2. I'm tired
3. We'll see
4. Maybe
5. I don't think so
6. Stop asking me
7. QUIT!

Seven Celebrity Crushes:
1. Jason Bateman
2. Michael C Hall
3. Paul Rudd
4. Jimmy Fallon
5. Eva Mendes
6. Seth Rogen
7. James Franco

I like the funny ones the best.

My Heros

When I first started this campaign, I had no idea that it would end up where it has. As you may have read in my group, AC/DC For My Daddy, it all started with a dream. I imagined that I could do something spectacular for my parents, mostly my Dad, that they would enjoy and appreciate. I wanted them to know how much I really cared about them. I thought of buying them something, or throwing a party for them, or something small like that, but anything I thought of wasn't enough. One night, at about 3 in the morning, I was having some difficulty falling asleep, like always, and began to let my mind wander. I always have the best ideas when I just let my mind wander into abyss. Out of nowhere this fantastic idea came into my head. Sending my parents to Regina to see AC/DC. I couldn't do it alone, mainly because tickets were ridiculously expensive, so I thought of asking my brother and sister for help. Unfortunately, their finances weren't capable of helping to the fullest extent, so I decided I would ask a few other people. At first, I really didn't like the idea of asking for help, but I got over my pride and decided that if I really wanted it, I would have to ask. The immediate support I got was overwhelming. I couldn't believe how many people were willing to help. I was surprised every day by the people who I least expected calling me, or messaging me saying that they would donate money for my dear old mom and dad. I was surprised a lot, and overwhelmed a lot during this whole thing. One thing that didn't surprise me though, was how much love was out there for my Dad, and Mom of course. I always knew they were wonderful people, but part of me did suspect I was slightly bias, or biased or whatever that word is. I was proved a hundred times over that I was not - whatever that word is. SO MANY people love my parents.

When the time came to tell my parents about what I was doing, I got really nervous. My dad has always been a very reserved person, and prefers not to be anywhere near the spotlight, and I was scared to tell him that he was the focus of tons of people's minds for over a month. When I did tell them though, they both were speechless. Thankful of course, but speechless non the less. Over the course of only a couple hours, their lack of speech turned into undying gratitude and pride for their children. I was very happy to watch them get excited about their upcoming trip, all the while bragging to anyone who would listen what wonderful kids they had. I heard more times than I can count how great I am, and each time, I tried my hardest to get these people to understand that this is not about me, its about my parents. Even when the Star Phoenix called me (causing me to hyper ventilate, thinking "what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck" a hundred times), I still couldn't understand why this was turning out to be all about me. I don't want the attention, I don't want the compliments, I don't want anything! I did for my parents, and for people to realize how awesome they are. Now, after its all said and done, people are finally giving them the attention they deserve. My dad told me about so many people coming up to them in Moose Jaw and Regina saying, "I saw you in the paper!" or, "You must be wonderful parents to have children like that". One of my dad's coworkers sent me an email, saying how much he loved my dad, and gave me the best compliment I have ever had, and will ever have in my entire life; "You must be a lot like your parents". I am, and I am very proud of it. I couldn't have for better people in the world to have raised me and brother and sisters. My family is the envy of so many people, and for that I am thankful. I am glad my parents had a good time that they really and truly deserved. They are the BEST mother and father in the world. They are my heroes. If I end up being even half the parent they are, I'll be happy.

My Daily Heartache

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Dear Blog

If you were a real diary/journal, I would write about things that are silly, so today, I am going to write about a fantasy of mine; winning the lottery. I used to give my diary a name. Once, it was named Travis. Sometimes I felt bad for Travis because I would write about stupid boys like Barrett Misiwich and other lame fantasies. Now that I am a bit older, my fantasies have changed slightly from having any boy I wanted, to having all the money I want. They say that money can't buy you happiness. Well I don't know who they are, but I would like to kick them in the shins. Money would certainly buy me happiness. Not that I'm not happy right now, because I am, just not happy enough. If I won the lottery, the first thing I would do is go house shopping. Actually, before that, I would pay off my small debts, pay my rent and bills for the next two months and go buy all the name brand groceries I want. THEN I would go house shopping. A nice bungalo with at least four bedrooms would be perfect. Preferably in Montgomery. Nice big backyard, no sidewalks, blocked off from the rest of Saskatoon by trees and a dog park. Delightful. Then, I would go furniture shopping. NOT at The Brick. I don't like them there. Leon's maybe, or take a trip up to Edmonton for the nearest Ikea. A nice off-white leather sofa set and recliner. Mmmm, with some red suede throw pillows. A nice dark cherry wood living room set and matching dining set with those tall chairs like Amanda has. I love your dining set Amanda! I don't think I've ever told you that. New stainless steel or black appliances. Those fancy washer and dryers that come in cool colours like red. Red! That's so awesome. Some shelves and bookcases too of course. A nice new bedroom set for each of the boys, whatever kind they want! My bed is perfect thank you Landon! But maybe some new dressers and night tables. A pool table too of course, just for fun. Then, once all the furniture is done, off to the art galleries. I'll be all Michael Jackson up in there, walking around saying, "I'll take that, that one too, that one, oh that one in the back..." I'll stand for a few minutes in front of a couple, to make it look like I actually care. Then, off to the Flying J to hit up they're Coke memorbelia. What I can't find there, I will shop for online of course. I'll need a whole room or basement for all my shit. It will be fantastic. Oh, and take Landon and the boys shopping for whatever the hell they want (within reason of course!) And buy some new clothes. I haven't bought new clothes in years.

I will pay off my brother's mortgage, then buy my sister a small house. Smallish anyway, no shacks. I will give my parents enough money to pay off any debts they have (their mortgage has been paid off for years, assholes) and then enough to pay for any reno's they want, and then more of course, for whatever the fuck they want. I would pay off my mother in laws mortgage, give my father in law some dough, and do something nice for April-Lee. I would need some advice from my parents for that one. I would buy Landon's sister a house too. I almost forgot about her! Then, once my family is taken care of, pay off Ricky's mortgage, buy Rhonda a house out here so she would have no choice but to live her...take THAT T-Bag! Buy Landon's cousin Kali a house too of course, just to be fair. He's a good guy. Then, make sure my two best friends are taken care of financially. Pay off their mortgages, buy them a house, whatever they need. It would be the least I can do for everything they've done for me over the years. One especially. I could never do enough for her.

Once my extended family is taken care of, work on the stragglers. Couple of Landon's friends, couple of my friends. The ones who really need it, with kids. No houses, but maybe some extra money, just to help out.

Put some in a savings account for my kids, buy an average SUV, and give the rest to a worthy cause; myself. Hahaha just kidding. Children's Hospital maybe.

That was fun.

Because I Like to Make Your Stomache Curl

This is totally fake. Completely utterly fake. I just think it looks really really disgusting, and wanted to share it with you. Have a wonderful day!

Coke is my crack

Last night I had a dream about my auntie. I've mentioned her a few times in my blog, the one that died and I miss terribly. I've had a few dreams about her since she's passed, the weirdest being the first. A lucid dream in which she explained that was safe and happy, and always here if I needed her. That she loved me very much. She explained how she was sorry for leaving, but it was her time. I had asked her if she would visit my mother, and she said not until my mother was ready. I asked her if she would come back, and she didn't answer me. Every time she has returned to my dreams since then, it hasn't been anything like the first time. Just normal dreams. No lucidity, no crazy talk, just fun happy dreams as if she hadn't died at all.

This recent one though, was different. She was younger, probably late teens, early twenties, but everyone else was the same age. She was super spunky and hyper. Yelling and laughing and telling stupid jokes and running up and down the street. She had long black hair, and wasn't really skinny like she was in real life. Her face had no wrinkles. Her body had no signs of aging at all, or signs of a hard life. As the rest of family stood on the sidewalk in front of my parents' house, we just watched her flying up and down the street, laughing, and acting as if no one else was around, we were talking amongst ourselves saying, "at least she's happy." In the dream she was obviously a ghost, or spirit or whatever the fuck you wanna call it, but no one brought that up. We all just watched her. Praising her, laughing at her. Enjoying the complete joy on her face. We just watched as if it was a home movie of her in Heaven.

I do not believe in god, but I do believe that your soul lives on after you die. How, I don't know, no one does, but this dream helped me to believe that she is around us somewhere, happy as a clown, watching everyone live their lives. I miss her. I miss her too much.

When I woke from the dream I laid in bed staring at the sunrise lightened ceiling waiting for Landon's alarm to go off, crying. Crying from some feeling between happiness and longing. I'd give anything to have my auntie back, but if it takes her away from bliss, forget it.

P.S. I painted that lady.

My Own Secrets Post

I apologize for my absence. My computer decided to die, and then I had to buy a new one. Woo. So to make up for my lack of content, I have decided to take a note from Post Secret, and write my own. Obviously they're not anonymous, because you know its me, but just to be fun, I will make some up.

-When I'm out in public with my kids and not my husband, I try REALLY hard to show off my wedding ring as much as possible, so people don't think I'm a single mom.

-I'm ashamed to feed my baby a bottle in public rather than breastfeed

-I get very upset when I see pictures of a newborn baby eating from a bottle. I get even more upset when I see a pregnant woman buying formula

-I get very embarrassed when people point out how much Hayden DOES NOT look like Landon yet how obvious it is that Alex is his son.

-I am a born again atheist, and I am deathly afraid to tell my parents

-I have had more than one romantic dream about Conan O'Brien

-I went from having very low self esteem, to almost having too big of an ego, and then back to having very low self esteem

-I seriously contemplate becoming a drug dealer every few months, and Weeds does not help to persuade me differently

-I have changed many strong opinions and beliefs all thanks to Penn & Teller: Bullshit!

-I lie about how much money I have

-I blame my brother for the death of my crow Travis, but deep down, I know it wasn't his fault

-I don't support breast cancer research, and I never will

-I don't support groups or people who solely fight for women's rights, and say things like hare-es instead of harass, and replace parts words that sound like there's a he in it by putting she instead

-stupid people make me very very angry

-my sister April-Lee is probably the best gift I could ever have

-I think Oprah is one of the worst people who ever lived.

I can't think of anymore secrets, and I didn't make any of those up. I tried, but they sounded dumb.