Darling...

Doug, even though my mind has only known you for four years... My heart has loved you all my life

Huh?

I enjoy living with a tonne of curiosity... it not only impresses my children but tends to leave them as exploratory individuals and my mind creative.

Doug and Teresa

But the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13

No matter what I can offer you, no matter what I can do for you, I will never forget to give love. To give love to the fullest is to receive love in return.

I love you my darling
Teresa

And To Kiss A Fish er... Frog

There are five things that you cannot recover in life:

(1) The Stone...........after it's thrown,
(2) The Word...............after it's said,
(3) The Occasion......after it's missed,
(4) The Time.............after it's gone,
(5) A person...............after they die.

Originally from ATB Financial Group in Edmonton before they won the lottery.

Teresa.

Funny Words To Say

Cadaver
Union
Cloven Hoof
Heifers Hooves
Ronald McDonald
George Bush
Jumbo Shrimp
John Cleese
Dumbo
Pretend
Stymie & Spanky
Akward
Kit and kaboodle
Mrs Prichard
68 Tonne Combat Loaded Navigation Vehicle
Highly Efficient Military Conflict
Military Intelligence
And finally…Drum roll please…
Ira.

These things I have written to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, in order that you may know that you have eternal life. 1 John 5:13 (NASB)

As my daily Devotional speaks....
"Thank God you don't have to work your way to heaven; if that were the case, none of us would make it."

The things written in God's Word are written so that you may know absolutely, for sure, for certain and with confidence that when you die you are going to heaven. That doesn't mean you won't make mistakes. That doesn't mean you won't go through trials. That doesn't mean you won't disappoint people and they won't disappoint you. That doesn't mean you won't sin. The point is - you don't have to be perfect to get to heaven, but you DO have to put your faith in Christ.

Thank God you don't have to work your way to heaven; if that were the case, none of us would make it. Jesus said, "I am the way ... . No one comes to the Father except through me." (John 14:6, NIV) Put your faith in him, not in your efforts, and you can know for sure that heaven is your destination.

I make constant mistakes and downright sin at times. When I read this devotional today, I took my breath under the first paragraph. It is so appropriate as I am lying to my EX. PHEW! Don't get me wrong, I truly believe I have to. [I think, for only just his sake.] I needed this, how appropriate. He does listen. God knows of my intentions. I don't think He's gonna point a finger at my head to strike lightning.

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Teresa

My Darling

"You may feel to be the only one person in the world,
But you may also be the world to one person."

~Unknown~

Doug,

I'm concerned, please call. I'm not angry anymore. You may be, and it's justified, but I'm not. Why should I be angry? I'm the one who made the mistake.

I want to listen.
Love, Teresa.

Scary? Yes.

“When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there's no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary? ”

♥Sex and the City, as per usual ♥

Teresa.

The Mood Ring

"My boyfriend being unhappy with my mood swings, bought me a mood ring so he could better monitor my moods.

We’I've discovered that when I’m in a good mood, it turns green.

When I’m in a bad mood, it leaves a big fucking red mark on his forehead.

Maybe next time he’ll buy me a diamond..."

(This is currently circulating as a "forward" through the Email vine.) I've truly haven't enjoyed a forward as much as this one in for quite some time. I confess that I laughed so hard as I could see getting a Mood Ring from my boyfriend for the same reason and, my following reaction. I can be a [tad] moody at times.

Teresa.

MAN! Get off the pink paxil!

Dated August 08.

I must say that I have much enjoyed sitting here drinking these pink drinks and eating these pink confections. But really, Doug thinks that this entire venue has gotten a little too---well just too pink. He just stepped in, looked around and left muttering under his breath about pink fluff and marshmallow puffs and such as that, He seems to be much nettled. “Now- don't you look at me like that! I was so happy to see you back in good humor that even though you deserved a reprimand, I let it go. Well, now you can consider yourself reprimanded.”

So come you now and sit, hold my hand and wait here with me on my pink, coin operated Quick Silver horsey ride with the bonified Bonanza theme song. I will not be sending a pair of fluffy pink slippers to your feet. No you say? You’ll ride your Marvel Mustang?

We’ll wait long enough for morning to come when we have to say goodbye for if we play the time away; it will pass by to quickly. We’ll wait for the singing morning birds and a sunbeam to streak across our faces or until I at least run out of quarters, you should have rode way ahead of me by then, I’ll call you back. Then I’ll have to say goodbye without wanting it to end, nor for you to leave. And tell me before you go, when you stepped up to the bar, didn’t you think that when you found your Tater Tot Tavern all done up in pink, enamoring? I can hear in your eyes that you are starting to wonder when and where it will end. I will tell you this, it amuses my senses for I do love the color pink, though I see that I myself has turned quite a charming shade of pink since you’ve returned to my side.

You and I will sit here and wait for many things together, but most important, what I wait for the most, when I’m not dreaming with you, I wait and I listen for returning feet and voices at the door of little children.

How cute that you are singing Rawhide as you bounce along your way. I'll wait for you tomorrow night, in your driveway, beside your new pink Toyota Camry.

Callooh! Callay! I Wait For Many Things Today!

Teresa.

One lovely Song

Oh Babe, What Would You Say
Hurricane Smith

As I have hoped for half a chance.
To even ask if I could dance with you, you oo.
Would you greet me or politely turn away.
Would there suddenly be sunshine on a cold and rainy day.
Oh, Babe,
What would you say?

For there are you sweet lollipops.
Here am I with such a lot to say, hey hey.
Just to walk with you along the Milky Way.
To caress you through the night time.
Bring you flowers everyday
Oh Babe.
What would you say?

Just so, Baby I know,
I know I could be so in love with you.
And I know that I could make you love me too.
And if I could only hear you say you do, oo oo oo oo.
But anyway,
What would you say.


Just so, Baby I know,
I know I could be so in love with you.
And I know that I could make you love me too.
And if I could only hear you say you do, oo oo oo oo.
But anyway,
What would you say?

Remember this song? I bet what you don't remember about it is my voice singing along to it a couple of times closer to the end at about 2 min 18 sec. I'm such a ditz.

I love you Doug,
Teresa

Shame and disgust.

I don't have any reason to lie to you to make you this angry. I'm so close to being with you, I never want to be without you.

I can't handle my alcohol and if I were with you this would have never happened. When Ira showed up I was already having a few drinks. I freaked out when he said that he was going to disconnect the telephone. I admit unplugging the line, I recall doing so for nothing more than attention. I wanted to feel cared for after the nasty things Ira had said to me. I then tried plugging it back in and remember not being able to do so because I couldn't see the wall connection as I became totally loaded on wine, rum and the remaining vodka that was still here. I stumbled lots and when I ended up by bruising my ribcage on the corner of the living room table, I gave up and passed out on the floor where I landed.

This blog is here for all to see, my friends read it, my family reads it and Shannon has access to it as well. I wouldn't make this up as there will be repercussions-plenty of damage-anger-disappointment for me to recover from after it has been read by all. I share my testimony as a show of love, and I do love you very much.

"Better to be criticized by a wise person than be praised by a fool." Ecclesiastes 7 : 5

Teresa.

Happy Easter

There's far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can't see now will last forever. 2 Corinthians 4:18

Paul warned, "Deal as sparingly as possible with the things the world thrusts on you. This world as you see it is on its way out." 1 Corinthians 7:31,

I dream of food

I dream about food... different ways to prepare it beyond the so called "cook book" standard. An addition with a pinch here or a pinch there, pulling from my chef when I was in Florida, we were always encouraged to make a meal "our own".

Hmmmm.... what shall I make today?

I wish that I had an oven, Mine has been defunct for so many years (blame this on the EX since 2002 when he was living in this home. Home?). It doesn't stop my creativity as my microwave is also a convection oven..but still, with my cooking level...he should have fixed it. I think that he was stiffening me...Power and control... he likes that.

MY CREATIVITY SHALL NOT BE HAMPERED!

If only he knew. However I find great joy knowing that he doesn't know, and it brings me great comfort to know that he doesn't want me. PHEW! Finally he'll stop showing up in the middle of the night, just to not sleep in my bed.

I think this blog went well past dreaming of food.

What a Prick.

Teresa.

We Love Kitties

I've adopted a cat from the local Humane Society (Lizzy). I hadn't planned on leaving with a pet however when I seen her in her kitty jail, her big green eyes, with a pure white and orange coat, I fell in love with her immediately. Sans haste, I removed her card from her stainless steel enclosure and proceeded to imagine of the good home I could offer her.

She's very quick at learning as she listens well, amongst other quick learning behaviors, here are a few. She doesn't scratch on the furniture, she won't run outside when I open the door instead she sits on the floor mat and waits for me to come back in. She's given up on tripping me on the stairs but will wait for me to traverse the 13 steps before she'll climb them.

It took me almost two weeks to notice that she carries a second set of ear flaps. No wonder she listens well.

She has what is called a Feline Medical Curiosity. Her condition is called a "Pinnae" condition (duplicate ears). Watch for the upcoming photo of her on my blog. For now, enjoy the above video.

Teresa.

Hippo Eats Dwarf

(15 July 1999, Bangkok)
A Circus Dwarf Met A Disastrous Demise, When He Was Swallowed By A Hippopotamus In A Freak Accident In Northern Thailand.

This was made into an Urban Legend as it was just far too fantastic to believe however, this is actually true.

Od the Dwarf had just astounded the audience with a trapeze performance, when he dismounted onto a trampoline at a bad angle. He was launched sideways into the mouth of a yawning hippopotamus waiting to appear in the next act. Hilda the Hippo gagged and instinctively swallowed the small man while spectators continued to applaud, not realizing their tragic mistake.

Horrified circus members rushed to save the dwarf, but were unable to extract him from the traumatized beast. Veterinarians defended Hilda by pointing out that she was a vegetarian, and had never before digested a circus performer. The vet explains that Hilda the Hippo has a gag reflex that caused her to swallow the dwarf, instead of spitting him out.

(I know it's sad but, It must have been "Bazaar". That "short meal" must have been very "Hippodrome"-matic to the audience. The trampoline is being subjected to forensic analysis. The circus is now hiring.)

Source

Teresa.

Testicle Therapy

Two women were playing golf. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole.

The ball hit one of the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony. The woman rushed down to the man, and immediately began to apologize. “Please allow me to help, I’m a Physical Therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d allow me,” she told him.

“Oh no, I’ll be alright, I’ll be fine in a few minutes.” The man replied. He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping his hands there at his groin. At her persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help. She gently took his hands away and laid then to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside.

She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and asked, “How does that feel?”

“Feels great, he replied; but I still think my thumb is broken!”

Teresa.

Practicing for Ira.

(Can't read it? Click on the image for it's full size.)

I'm going to memorize this.

Teresa.

This fun image and thousands more Can be found here...

Speak with the Queens tongue DAMMIT!

At the risk of sounding pedantic, I would offer up a gentle reminder that the purpose of syntax and the myriad of related rules and regulations is not intended to stifle creativity, communication, or any of the delightfully whimsical flights of verbal invention that pass for “dialogue” these days. The rules of syntax exist to enhance and clarify communication – verbal or written. The problem with sweeping away all the rules in an effort to remove the restraints of creativity is that without structure we have ignorance and chaos in our grammar.

Case point… Ira.

You may have forgotten what happened to the literacy and numerate skills of high school in this country when the rules were removed in favour of creativity and in an effort to avoid harming the fragile egos of our nation’s students. The result of all this ego-friendly, non-restrictive creativity is that colleges and universities are having to roll out large and expensive remedial writing and math programs in order to bring high school graduates up to some sort of minimal standard that will enable then to at least begin to comprehend and engage their various curricula. The current trend in education and general language use takes away from what normally smart people the ability to experience the pleasure of crafting a graceful sentence, which I think borders on the criminal. This trend you are following is years below your age which might suggest how ludicrous you truly are.

I think you delight in following trends as you can't seem to be creative within yourself. I suggest that you disentangle all the mediocre ascendancy and see how ridiculous your verbal skills doubtlessly are.

Teresa.