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Day 34

365 Days of My

My daughter shared her dream with me…

Little Miss: ” I dreamed that I was walking in the woods. Then I finded a puppy. The puppy and I played and walked in the woods. We got losted though and we got scared. Then we finded a magical doorway so we weren’t losted anymore. The door led to the ‘pink room’ (my office/crafting room) so we were happy we were home. I showed you the puppy and you said he was super cute. So I asked you to keep him…”Me: “And what did I say?”
Little Miss: “Yes. So we need a puppy…”

She wants a Great Pyrenees… Like her Auntie M’s  ZooZoo.

I on the  other hand would love one of these handsome pups.

What we will probably end up with, and it will be just as loved if not more.

Yes,  I knowingly walked into conversation, but the puppy talk is not new. So I assured her that when she was older and we had a larger home, also we could get a puppy or a dog but we had to rescue them.

If you’re considering a new member to your family, please consider a rescue dog. Here are some links to rescue shelters in Ontario, consider an adoption or maybe just a donation.

Hopeful Hearts:
Friendly Giants Dog Rescue: http://www.friendlygiantsdogrescue.com/
PAWS – United:
Ontario Rescue Organizations in Ontario:
Poet’s Vision Aussie Rescue:

**Please feel free to add any Dog, Cat, Animal rescues that may be in your neck of the woods in the comments below.

365 Days of Truth, Confessions of a Mad Woman

By the time half of my grade nine year was complete, I was a mess and being expelled from one of the worst high schools in all the city. It was time to look into the private boarding school route.  My mother encouraged me to be part of the decision for which school I would be going to. We looked at many schools and eventually settled on the one that seemed to be the best and although it was a Christian school, we were assure that religion was not enforced in the school and it was the students choice to participate in the services and worship.

Within the first few days, I knew almost everything we had been told was a lie.  My first Sunday, I was under the assumption that I did not need to go to services if I did not want to. I was quickly laughed at, told I was a liar and trying to cause problems, and given two choices: Church or I could be Disciplined.  I went to church. I was forced to speak the prayers, sing the hymns and take communion or again I could be disciplined.

Basic Explaination of ‘D’ : When a student at the school broke a rule one of the punishments was called Discipline. The student was removed from general student population for a period of 1 day up to 1 month… even longer sometimes.  The student was not allowed to wear their uniform, instead they wore ‘Normal’ clothing. The student was not allowed to speak to anyone, unless directly asked a question by their Prefect/Leader keeper or a member of the staff.  The student was made to ‘clean’ the school instead of attending classes, but still expected without learning the subjects to complete all homework and tests.

I was at this school from 1989-1992, but that was long enough for me to lose what little faith in God I had gained in my short life.  Here is a basic list of examples of why…

1. I was taught that it was the woman’s fault if they were raped. 2. I was forced to participate in extra prayers to help save my soul.
3. The headmaster many times used my breasts or other personal body parts to move me out of the way. Even if I was the only one in the hall or room.
4. I was nearly put on D because I said I believed in evolution.
5. By grade 12, I was cutting again, I was held in a room in the basement of the girls dorm, prayed over and told it was a demon. I was not permitted treatment or to call my mother.
6. I was suspended for not telling on another student.
7. I was mocked for my weight by the girls Physical Education teacher, she even encouraged other students to join in.
8.  One time while on D I was refused food for a day and a half as a lesson… For eating a half eaten cookie because i was starving.
9. I was lectured on being a ‘slut’ because I had accidentally sat to close to a boy… breaking the 6inch rule.
10.  I once forgot that I had a sci-fi book in my bag. When I realized, I left it in my suitcase to just take back home next break.  It was found and destroyed. Instead I was given a bible and made to sit in silence reading it through study hall, unable to complete my homework for the next day… which also had punishments.

These are only 10 of the things that happened at that school, the others vary in degrees of good to bad.

For many years I held a hatred for God, Jesus and anyone that followed them. As I grew older though, I began to understand that this had been happening to a lot of students, Christian and Non. That it was the fault of the people running the school and the Christian community that backed them. It had nothing to do with God, Jesus or even Christians World-wide.

I am now part of a long on-going class action lawsuit, the leaders must be held responsible for their actions or in some cases their non-actions towards the horrible things that happened to some of us there.  As well I’ve made my peace with God and Jesus… but I will never again have faith for him.

The Courtcase: http://www.kmlaw.ca/Case-Central/Overview/Status-Of-Case/?rid=155
CTV News: http://www.ctvnews.ca/canada/appeal-filed-in-ontario-school-abuse-case-1.929519
More Information: http://digitaljournal.com/article/223036

365 Days of Healthy Living

Healthy Skin Tip!!
Use cheaper Coconut oil as hand creme. Completely natural and non-allergenic and works like charm!!! Since cooking with coconut oil I have noticed that my skin and hair is softer and more luminous. Suggested by my mothers roofing contractor.

Urban Gardening

I am a huge supporter of growing your own foods. There is something so tasty about eating fresh produce that was grown by your own hand. I used to have a nice big garden, and grew everything. Peanuts, corn, tomatoes, beans, peas, pumpkins, potatoes, sweet and hot peppers, broccoli, spinach, kale, grapes, raspberries, and so much more as well as all my own herbs and spices.  It was so lovely to have all this food coming from my small backyard.  This past year I had to cut down my choices to Tomatoes, Cucumbers, Figs, Beans and a handful of herbs,  as sadly all I have now is a balcony.  But it was done!! So before you think that you don’t have room to grow anything, take a look at the following links for some great Urban Garden ideas that help grown optimum food within minimum space.

Use any available space:

A few pictures to give ideas. I have tried the shoe organizer idea to grow herbs. Make sure you puncture the pocket to allow good drainage though or the roots will rot.
Your Urban Space Saving Garden

Do you Rent? Check out this blog and think POTS! http://www.greenyourdecor.com/8699/ideas-growing-food-renter/

How about Recycling or Reusing old household items?

Vertical garden using recycled plastic soda bottles.

Recycle old pop bottles or milk jugs.

Re-purposing a vintage tackle box for a mini urban garden.

Old drawers used to conserve water and money!

Reuse old household items giving them new life outside the local dump.

Like Potatoes? This one is simple and can yield a years worth of tasty tatters.

Grow potatoes yourself

Or check out more…In a garbage bag: http://www.diynetwork.com/how-to/how-to-grow-potatoes-in-a-trash-bag/index.html
In a bucket: http://www.sproutingoff.com/planting-potatoes-in-buckets/

How about a Laundry Basket…Growing potatoes ina laundry basket

Everything now a days can be grown at home or in an Urban setting.  Check it all out!! See if your community is willing to start their own farmers markets where produce produced with in your apartment, condos, co-op or neighborhood can be traded and bartered for. Defiantly food for thought…

And now for a lunchtime giggle…


Until later tonight!!


Day 31

365 Days of My


‘ Today was a day for pillow forts and cuddles…’

My house is a disaster and for most this would stress them out completely. There is laundry upstairs ready to be hand washed, there are a days worth of dishes stacked up in the kitchen. There are piles of blankets and books in the middle of our family room. There are toy swords leaning against stacks of books that have been toppled over; and all of the pillows have been taken off the couch. So much CHAOS!!

Here’s what I have learned though, it doesn’t matter.

The garbage is out, we have food, nothing is rotting or stinking, I know where the pets are… and we have at least one pair of underpants each.  My daughter has been under the weather this past week and honestly I want to just cuddle and spend time with her. She is miserable and needs her mom more than a clean house. Really if someone comes over and turns their nose up at the state of this place… they will be quickly escorted back to the door and shown the way out.

A child will always remember the times you spent with them and the memories made. They are not going to remember if you have a show home or a messy home.

365 Days of Truth, Confessions of a Mad Woman

Okay so I have been silly and serious… and now perhaps it is time for a little saucy.

Every time I have ever had a spontaneous sexual encounter in a park or field…  I’ve been caught by a stranger.


365 Days of Healthy Living

Well this Days journal is late as I have spent the night at the hospital. I am infected , my ears, throat and sinuses and although it’s been a rough night… My sitter and I had a great laugh about being ‘Infected’ and auditioning for The Walking Dead.

But on a serious note, I need to start taking better care of myself. Sleep properly, less stress, good for my body foods… and I think this will start now. I need sleep… Good Morning everone!!

I need the funny today!!

Zombie humor: Duh, they always try to trip you up!

Until … Later today!!

Taking the Plunge: From Facebook to the World.

Realizing my life was spiraling out of control at the end of 2013, I decided to put on my big girl panties and make a change.  I needed to be happy and healthy to raise my daughter and enjoy life, but I wasn’t. I was a wreck from depression, stress and anxiety, self loathing and pity.  Things had to change and only I had to the control to do it.  So I am…

The 365 day project is something I began on Facebook January 1st, 2014.  A personal journey to improving my life as a whole through, spirituality, food, family and friends, laughter and the telling of secrets. Now though I am taking my project from Facebook, to the better suited format of a Blog.

Project 1 – 365 Days of My

Memories are cherished things and children do grow up so quickly. My daughter started school in September and now comes home talking about the boy she loves and is going to marry.  So I have started to take a daily picture of her and post them to Instagram.  It’s amazing to watch my mini-me grow up; but as a mother I wish sometimes, I could just stop the clock and hold my little baby.

365 Days of My - Day 3 Day9 Day22

(Top) Day 3: Making soup at Granny’s house.  (Center) Day 9: Grumpy Puss (Bottom) Day 22: Scream, we’re taking a picture. 

Project Two: 365 Days of Truth, Confessions of a Mad Woman

I put a challenge on myself this year to only speak in truth, not only to others but to myself.  We all hide secrets, things we think are embarrassing or if you share, people will think you’re nuts. Well on January the first, I flung my closet of secrets wide open and started throwing out my skeletons… on Facebook. It is terrifying to bear your ‘soul’ to (171) folk around you, and yet so liberating all at the same time.

So, Why am I doing it? Because admitting my fears, anxieties, dislikes and embarrassing moments is freeing. It helps me to release the ‘negative’ aspects in my life through little A-HA! moments.  From the silly to the cathartic… I am talking about it all.

365 days of Truth
Confessions of a Mad Woman

Day 1:

I am terrified of confrontation and speaking up for myself or in defense of my opinions. I find I get used and walked on because, I will not speak out when something bothers me. I really hate this about myself.’
Day 6:
I envy larger women who are comfortable and accepting of their bodies. I hate my body on the best of days. I have battled eating disorders, starving myself for weeks, fad diets… have no mirrors that show my lower half at all. I accept that I will never be able to accept ‘big is beautiful’ for myself. Instead I am now working to healthily shrink the skin I am in. Telling big people to love or accept themselves for who they are… Does not help. If someone is unhappy in their body, they won’t be happy with it until they are able to change it
Day 24:
‘I was just freshly 17, it was New Years eve, and we had gone to Hull to celebrate. DJ L. was blasting out some great music of the times, Skinny Puppy, Front 242, O Fortuna… It was a good night. I kept bumping into this pretty cute guy, in the line at the bar, line to the washrooms, watching our friends coats as they were on the dance floor. He had been wearing a Dead Kennedy’s shirt, one of my favourite bands. So we had started talking about the punk and industrial music scenes, then about ourselves. He was from Poland, only here to visit family, loved punk more then the industrial, and was also in the bar illegally. Well as Midnight moved closer, we could no longer hear what each other was saying, so he went to find his family and I went to join my friends on the dance floor.  Just as Midnight was about to strike, I went over to get I think my cigarettes from my purse. Then the countdown started, 5… I got a crazy idea. 4… I downed the last of my beer for courage. 3… Breath check. 2… Nerves, backing out. 1… No time like the present. At 12am, I kissed this boy whose name I didn’t even know… at 12:03am he finished kissing me. It was one of the most passionate kisses I have ever experienced, I was weak in the knees. We both just looked at each other for a moment. Smiled and went our separate ways. We never even knew each others names. We didn’t see each other again, I assume he went back to Poland and settled… But to me he will always be the boy I shared a passionate moment with on my 17th birthday.

Project Three – 365 Days of Healthy Living

I have been doing a lot of research into healthy eating can help with conditions such as chronic pain, depression, autism and stress and anxiety. I have all of these, and due to prolonged use of medications many now are just not effective without larger dosages. Remember that whole I want to enjoy life, well you can’t when you’re walking around like a drooling zombie.

Now I am not advocating this over medicines. Although for myself I have noticed since I began eating a modified Paleo/Autism diet my stress and anxiety is more manageable, my aches and pains from depression are fading and less and less noticeable each day, I have more energy and am all around a much happier person. The weight loss is just gravy on top of all this honestly.

It has also helped my daughter and my relationship to not be doing the delivery anymore.  At four my daughter loves to cook, so do I. So each night we make supper together creating a new special family time away from technology, to just talk and giggle about things in her day.

The Following recipe is a favourite in our house, and has replaced the traditional baked potato. We get creative with our avocados now all thanks to the inspiration of the Baked Eggacado!

 Baked Eggocado

Yield: Serves 2 to 3

Prep Time: 10 minutes

Cook Time: 15 to 18 minutes


3 large ripe avocados
3 large eggs
Red Pepper Flakes
Chili Powder
White Cheddar Cheese
Lemon juice


Preheat oven to 425 degrees.

Spray a baking sheet with non-stick cooking spray. Take avocado and cut in half and remove pit. Drizzle a little bit of lemon juice on top to keep it from turning brown. On the bottom of the skin side, slice a little off the skin so the avocado lays flat. Do this to all of the avocados. After you’re done, whisk eggs in a small bowl. Spoon some of the whisked egg into the well of the avocado (it doesn’t take very much so be careful not to overfill). Garnish the tops with whatever your heart desires – cumin, cheese, red pepper flakes, etc.

Place the eggocados onto the baking sheet. Bake for about 15 to 18 minutes or until the egg looks completely cooked through. Enjoy!

This Recipe can be found at: http://www.climbinggriermountain.com/2013/04/foodie-fridays-baked-eggocado.html

Also as a last warning, I like to laugh. Be prepared for T-Rex shaming…