Thursday, June 29, 2006
A guy shopping in a supermarket noticed a little old lady following him around. If he stopped, she stopped. Further more she kept staring at him. She finally over took him at the checkout, and she turned to him and said,"I hope I haven't made you feel ill at ease; it's just that you look so much like my late son." He answered, "That's okay." "I know it's silly, but if you'd call out "Good bye, Mom" as I leave the store, it would make me feel so happy." She then went through the checkout, and as she was on her way out of the store, the man called out, "Goodbye, Mother." The little old lady waved and smiled back at him. Pleased that he had brought a little sunshine into someone's day, he went to pay for his groceries. "That comes to $121.85," said the clerk. "How come so much ... I only bought 5 items.." The clerk replied, "Yeah,but your Mother said you'd pay for her things, too." Do not trust all little Old Ladies
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Beauty she is. I have to pay tribute to my sons # 1 girl. She is so beautful. She is a fantastic wife and an awesome mother. My son Jordan is so blessed to have her as a wife. She is not only beautiful on the outside, but on the inside too. I am so grateful to Jen for being such a great mother to my Abby, but also a great wife to my son Jordan. We are blessed. Thanks Jen for being you. I am so thankful that you are a part of our family.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Yep that's me. I've done nothing but sit on my butt and read, for the last 4 days or so. I looooove reading. I've been off work sick, so after my Dr. appointment on wed. I went straight to the local library and checked out several books. It was raining out , which put me in the mood to cozy indoors with a cup of coffee, and read til my little hearts content. It's really nice out today. And I think it was nice yesterday. This morning when I looked up from my book onto my balcony I got a good look at my poor tomato plants. What? How could they be droopy? Shame on me for neglecting my plants. When I started this reading frenzy it was raining. I guess my nose was so far stuck in a book that I did not notice the rain had stopped a couple of days ago. I have read 4 of the books that got out of the library. My reading was interupted, last evening. I had no choice. I needed to get groceries, then to church and a small informal reception for my nephew who is graduating from high school on tuesday. I did not want to make family members mad at me for not showing up to my own nephews reception. Not that he would have noticed if I was not there. He's a teenager and all his freinds were around. So I went out, got groceries, sat at church( was a good service) and had a visit with folks at the reception. But I could not wait to get home and read some more. This morning when I woke up, I made coffee sat on the couch with another book and read til I was almost late for a bridal shower that I had to attend. I couldn't not go because I was asked to bring a plate of fruit for the occasion. Plus the bride is a very good friend of the familys. My daughter is a brides maid, so I really did want to be there. The shower was at 2:00 pm. When I looked at the clock it was 10 before 1:00. What. Could not be. I still had to hop in the shower,(not bridal shower, but my own shower, to clean myself) do hair and make up and still chop up my fruit, and wrap the gift. Talk about race. Even after my shower I was in a sweat before I even left the house. Why do I do this to myself. I loose all sense of time when I read , especially if it's a very good book. I should really set an alarm clock to go off to remind me what time it is. I did make it to the bridal shower in time with a few minutes to spare. Now I'm back home , but before I sit down with another book and a coffee, I will put a load of laundry in the wash. Then I won't feel so guilty. Then I will water my tomato plants again cuz I feel guilty and don't want them to die. I hope I don't over water and kill them any way. Then I will check out others blogs for a few minutes and then guess what.... I hear another book calling my name. So if you don't hear from me for awhile, I'll be sitting on my couch with a cuppa, and lost in a book.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
I may have over reacted with my last post. I was just in a weak state of mind last night. Feeling some what insecure. I started to think about why I blog. I came to the conclussion that the reason I started blogging was it was a way for me to vent. To talk about what ever I wanted and if people get offended then so be it. It's my blog and I have the freedom to say what I like on my blog. And I have to realize that people have the freedom to say what they want as well. I need to get a thicker skin. I do apologize to any of you who I may offend but don't take things personally. I try to always tell the truth and state my perspective on things. I realize that my perpspective is different than others, and that's okay. So if someone leaves a nasty comment, or reprimands me and embarasses me on my own blog , then I have the right to delete and get on. So I have decided to continue on in the blogging world. If no one wants to comment that's okay. I people leave comments, that's okay. If no one thinks my blogs are very interesting, so be it. I don't care. I just want to have the freedom to blog if I want to. So away I go again.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
This is a photo of my beautiful little girl in 1986. She was a flower girl at my brothers wedding. Tiffany was 6 years old here. Isn't she precious. I was also a brides maid at this wedding as well. My baby son was a ring bear bear. He was so little that he actually thought that when we told him he was going to be a ringbearer. He thought we said ring bear bear. My sister made a bear costume for him that we put on him to surprise brother at the reception. My little son popped out of a box in his ring bear bear costume. Everyone laughed and thought he was so cute. And he was. But my little girl was the best flower girl ever. She was so graceful at her young age. Even though my girl was not normally a graceful girl. Tiffany was always a tom boy when she was young. She would have rather been wearing grubby clothes and playing in the dirt. But Little Tiffany girl was so pretty and elegant for this wedding. She pulled it off. Good girl. My Tiffany has since become a woman of beauty. She is no longer a tom boy. She has grown out of that.
Okay I guess I did sound like a crazed, angry mad woman in my last post. Sorry all you great dads out there who I may have offended. And yes I was speaking from experience. I know it was obvious to many . Yes my children have ( in my opinion) a dead beat dad! My daughter lives in the same city as her dad and they have not talked in 2 years. That hurts me because it hurts my daughter. I want to make things perfectly clear. Even though my children have not had a dad involved in their lives, they are doing fantastic. Over the years God has placed men in my childrens lives that have stepped up and become mentors to them. I would just like to mention a few now. # 1 is grandpa Miller ( my dad) Always there for anything. He would give the shirt off his back for all his grand children.
# 2 Uncle Ken. My sisters husband. Fantastic man of God who I repect very much. My Tiffany has also come to repsect, and appreciate uncle too. She watched how Uncle Ken is towards his kids and knows what a real dad can be like. This is a good thing. # 3 Joe Rioux. Youth leader when kids were teenagers. He could relate to the kids because he too came from a broken home. #4 Hans Schrempf. He took Jordan out biking a few times over the years. Jordan likes to bike. It always amazed me that Hans was willing to do this even though he was a busy man with a family. #5 Laurie Winter. Always bought Jordan birthday gifts, and sent letters of encouragement . Jordan may not have appreciated this but I did. Laurie took the time to mentor my kids. # 6 Paul Payette. Jordan's father in law. He is such a good dad. He loves the boy like he is his own. A lot of father in laws don't get involved in their kids lives. Paul has accepted Jordan and always encourages, and does things with the boy. I just want to say a huge thank-you to all you fine men who have invested time towards my precious treasures. I know that they are doing fine because you all cared enough to show you cared for them.
Okay I guess I was not talking about dead beat dads. I was praising my own daddy. He's wonderful. But I have to mention a certain dad that has not been so nice to his children. This dad does not talk to his children often.( for 2 years or more) He does not do things with them, or get to know them. Even when they are grown ups, he does not get to know them. I am so angry about this kind of dad. I am so sad for the children of this dead beat dad. My heart weeps for these lovely kids. They deserve so much more than him. These gorgeous children are fantastic. I feel very proud of them. They are hard working, kind, loving and wonderful. How could any dad not call his kids for over 2 years? As a parent myself, I just don't get it. My kids are everything to me. I could not go more than a few days without talking to my children. So this dead beat dad does not deserve to have a happy fathers day. He is only a doner in my opinion. I always say that anyone can be a dad, but it takes someone special to be a father. This dad is not something special. In fact grand dad is more a father to these children than their own biological dad. I just want to smack this dead beat dad up side the head and say " wake up and smell the coffee, you have beautiful children and grand children, what is wrong with you" This kind of dad is so opposite of the dad I grew up with. This kind of dad makes me even more thankful for my own daddy. My heart cries for the precious children who deserve more than what they have. They don't deserve dead beat dads. God bless all the children who have those dads that are not involved in their lives. You deserve so much more.
Friday, June 16, 2006
This is a photo of my daddy making faces with his great granddaughter( my granddaughter) . I love my daddy so much. He has always been able to make me laugh, even through my tears. As a child my dad would be taking time to play sports with us, like baseball. I have fond memories of camping with my daddy. Mom was there too, but I just want to focus on daddy, cuz Fathers Day is here. My dad would give us his all. Wether it be a shoulder to cry on( I've needed that much) to fixing my car, to lending a hand financially. Daddy is always there. He has such a fantastic sense of humor, that I have come to love over the years. My kids as teenagers may have thought grandpa was a little hockie. Now that they are grown up I think they appreciate granddad for who he is. I think he is wonderful. All my friends at church want to adopt my parents as their own. I don't blame them. My folks are the cats meow. I am so blessed to have wonderful parents. I pay tribute to daddy. He not only spent time with us in activities, but he also taught us about God and His son Jesus. Daddy came to love God when I was just a little girl. I remember the time and place it happened. Daddy has since then all these years taken us to church and let us explore our own beliefs in God. He has passed on a spiritual legacy that I am so thankful for. Dad has such a postive attitude. When I go through struggles and cry to my daddy, his words are always" things will be okay" " Don't worry. Trust God. All will work out." Daddy adores his children and grand children , and would do anything for them. The thing my daddy loves the most is when all his kids are together eating, joking , and laughing. Mostly around the kitchen table. He is so proud of every one of his kids and grand kids. Not so much for what we accomplish, but just for being his kids. Daddy I love you so much. I pray you have a blessed Fathers Day.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
1) I planted some birdseed. A bird came up. Now I don't know what to feed it.
2) I had amnesia once -- or was it twice.
3) I went to San Francisco. I found someone's heart. Now what?
4) Protons have mass? I didn't even know they were Catholic.
5) All I ask ... is a chance to prove that money can't make me happy .
6) If the world were a logical place,men would ride horses sidesaddle. .
7) What is a "free" gift? Aren't all gifts free ?
8) They told me I was gullible and I believed them.
9) What if there were no hypothetical questions?
10) The shampoo promised me extra body and I gained three pounds .
11) One nice thing about egotists: They don't talk about other people.
12) A flashlight is a case for holding dead batteries.
13) I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Poor baby Brian!
Okay He's not a baby any more. He's 13, and he's my nephew. But in this aunties eyes, he's still my baby Brian. I recall him at 1 having toast and jam at aunties house. Every time he would come to visit, his favorite snack would be toast and jelly. I think he still likes the toast and jelly snack before bed. Any way, I am off topic. The reason I say poor Brian is because he has come down with a horrible itchy, painful rash on his face and (the worst) between his fingers. I saw him yesterday and it was swollen, pussy blisters that looked so sore. My sister( Brians mom) had him to the Dr. may times and they did not know what it was. But yet they perscribed medication anyway. Today he was sent to a pediatric dermatolagist. The specialist told them it was a very severe case of ..... poison ivy. Poor baby Brian(he will kill me if he knows I call him that) has suffered for 4 days without any relief because some Doctors did not know how to diagnose him . My sister had Brian to 3 or four doctors before finally a specialist told them what it was. I talked to sissy on the phone today and she told me that finally they were given a diagnosis. The first few docs said it was a virus and to take this medication. The thing is with viruses you can't take meds. It has to run its course. Doctors make me scratch my head sometimes. Today the Gp took one look at Brian and sent him immediately to the specialist. ( It takes months to see a specailist) So it was serious. The skin specialist took one look and knew right away. A very severe, extreme case of poison ivy. Extreme it was. Brain had so many pussy blisters on his poor hands , I wanted to cry when I saw him. I asked sissy where he was that he could have picked up poison ivy. He was on a field trip with school last week and it was a nature trip in the woods. You know why it is so hard to put trust in doctors? Why didn't the first doc several days ago know what it was? It could have been treated and Brain would not have had to go through so much pain. I'm thankful now that he is on the right medication and that his ailment is treatable. I hope he has a good sleep tonight now that he is on the proper medication and cream. He has not been sleeping much at all. So Baby Brian, auntie is thinking about you and wants you to feel better. Yes I know you are not a baby any more but this auntie is stuck in the past. I don't want to let go.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
The birhtday bbq turned out smashing. We managed to be outdoors in daddy and momma's lovely back yard. Dad did put up a tarp over the table just in case of rain. We did not need it. The sun even peeked ever so briefly through the clouds. But no rain. Yay! It was a very nice time. And as always lots of food. Hot dogs, hamburgers and an over abundance of salads, fresh fruit, and birhtday cake. My daughters friend and co- worker made the cake. She put a photo of Brian(son inlaw) on the cake. It was very nice. So God did hear our prayers (He always does) and gave us a nice day without rain.
Happy birthday Brian. Love you so much. I'm thankful you are a part of our family.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
I have nothing to complain about.
Just after I posted my last post about too much rain, I was watching a show and it was about hurricane Katrina. The family was talking about loosing every thing. House, photos, clothing, memories..... I should not complain about rain in my neck of the woods. We don't need to build an Ark. We are still okay. Sorry for complaining about too much rain. My heart does go out to the folks of New Orleans, who lost everything. Shame on me for whining about rain for 4 days in a row.
It's Raining, It's Pouring
It's raining, The old man is snoring.
He fell out of bed and bumped his head
And couldn't get up in the morning.
Rain , rain go away, come again another day!
My gosh , it has been raining here for 4 days straight. No joking. Not a single break in the clouds. I feel like I'm back in Victoria again. It's too bad cuz my auntie is visiting from Florida, and there has been nothing but rain. We don't usually get this much rain all in a row like this. Not here on the Prairies. We do get rain, but it's usually with a few sunny breaks here and there. Not this time. Tomorrow my daughter has planned a BBQ for my son inlaws 29th birthday. All the guests have been invited, the backyard has been prepped, the food bought, and the forcast,..... more rain. Yipee. I was hoping it would rain. We sure do need it.( I say with sarcasm). The family is praying for sunhine. But the Almighty has other plans. We pray for sunshine, but the farmers are prayinjg for rain. So I guess God is answering the prayers of the farmers. We can be thankful that we have warm homes and dry places to lay our heads. As for the birthday party, we will make the best of it. And we will have a great time just being together. But I still long for the sun.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Last night as I sat at mom and dads visiting with moms twin sister(who is visiting from the States), I started thinking about life's most embarrassing moments that I've had. This was only because during our visit mom kept saying, "tell auntie about the time you did this", "or when you fell over that." These stories were work related, and only came about cuz we were talking about my work and all the crazy stuff that goes on. Why do I have to be the one who is the center of these red faced events? Well, because I was, the one who was the center of these red faced events. Wah! I've had many of those hide in a corner and disappear kinda days. I tried to choose one that stuck out the most. A difficult task as they are all up there on the embarrassement scale. There was the time I fell on a pile of shoes in a dark classroom at 6:oo am. No one was around but , the first thing I do is look around to see if anyone has witnessed my clumsiness. Thank God no one had. It was 6 o'clock in the morning for heaven sakes, of course no one was looking. I just happened to be cleaning a classroom that hosted Forensic foot investgators. So hence the pile of shoes.
Then there was the time my fly was wide open for all the world to see my flowered knickers. I just thought I was loosing weight and that was why my jeans felt loose. It was only when I went in to the washroom and stood before the mirror that I realized the truth. When I looked at myself,standing in all my glory, I was horrified! The site I saw before me was not right. I caught a glimpse of flowers, and denim. What the ???? It was then that I realized that I was actually flashing everyone that crossed my path. Denim and knickers! My fly was half mast. Okay all the way mast. Gross!
What about the time I went in to clean a public washroom only to find that both the stall doors were locked. As I peered under the door, to my discust, I discovered that both toilets were plugged and yucky waste was all over the floor. Why would any one lock the bathroom stalls and then climb out through the crap. It did not make sense in my mind. All I knew was that I had to get in and clean. So I held my breath, mumbling all the way, slither like a snake to unlock the doors so I could clean. I did so, and accoplimshed my task. Later when I was sharing my awful tale to a co worker , she listened with sympathy, but then she said to me, " did you know that all you have to do is take a coin and slip it in the slot on the door and you can use it as a make shift door handle. "What? No! Screeeemm!" I went through the trenches of the sewers for nothing. Next time you are in a public washroom, check it out. Look close at the outside of the door. There is a tiny space for a coin. Of coures no one would would over flow the toilets , lock the doors from the inside and crawl out. My co workers have still not let me forget that one.
I think my most embarrassing moment of all at work would be the time at our staff Christmas party. My name was called to go up front to accept a gift. As I got up my feet stayed, and my body moved, and next thing I knew I was on the floor almost under the table. Everyone gasped initially, but then I could hear the snickers. I was mortified! How could I go up front to accept my gift . I wanted to run the other way. I got up, brushed myself off, and went up blushing all the way. I accepted my gift and said "I'm so embarrassed." All I could see is people politely laughing. I knew they just wanted to all out gufaw. I almost wanted to say "okay let her rip, laugh if you will, it's okay. It was funny, I'm not hurt." I did not say those things. I went back to my seat and wanted to cry my eyes out. That was my most embarrassing moment. Even more so when my supervisor came up to me and asked me if I hurt myself. I told him that I did bruise my arm. What he said was, " fill out an accident report". That was the straw that broke the camels back. So that , was my most embarrassing moment. What was yours? Do you have any as bad. Love to hear them if only to make me feel better about myself.
Monday, June 05, 2006
I just have to brag if you will allow. I'm afraid you have no choice. I will brag any way. My little angel is so brilliant. She talks so well at 18 months. She is the apple of my eye, the light of my life and I adore her. She's pretty cute too. I talk to her on the phone and she says gamma, love ooo. She says auntie, bubbles, money(smart honey) and bank. Wow. I watched a video of her the other day and she once again stole my heart and made it melt. the way she says bubbles, and juice and ya. Is music to this grandmas ears. I wish they lived closer. I miss Abby so much.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
It's Mosaic time in my fair city. It's a weekend where people can attend many different pavillions to experience other cultures. There are a whole diverse group of people that host these venues. The cultures are vast. Chinese, Italian, German, Hungarian, Ukranian, Caribbean, Jamacan, ... and too many to list. I have never attended this event. All these venues serve ethnic foods and perform dance and display costumes. My daughter has been for a few years now. Last night I went to my friend La's house. You've heard me talk of her before. She is from Laos. We had sushi and spring rolls. It was a very nice time. Her momma does not speak much english at all. Only a hand ful of words. But she kept telling me to eat. She said she made for me. It was nice. I also work in a very diverse job environment. There are Italians, Loations, Native Indian, African, Chinese, Vietnamese, Yugoslavian, Ethiopian, French, and Canadian. I know I must have missed a few. Anyway my point is , who needs Mosaic ( a once a year event ) when I have Mosaic all year long at work. We do have pot lucks once in awhile and I have tried foods from many cultures. I think it is wonderful.
The Royal visit.
On friday my work had the youngest son of Queen Elizabeth come to visit. Prince Edward. He came to inspect the troops and lay a wreath at the cenotaph in honor of the men and women police officers who have died in the line of duty.
I felt kinda sorry for the Prince because it was + 32 celsius. He was dressed in a very warm looking suit. He did not rush away. He stayed and greeted the crowd and smiled for the cameras. I had a very close up view. He looked kind, and I loved it when he stopped and talked to the children. I felt very sorry for the cadets who had to march and stand on the parade square in the blazing heat. They were dressed in hot serges, long knee high boots, and trousers that I know are not breathable fabric. They all survived though. Know one passed out. I noticed as they marched off the parade square they all had very flushed faces, and looked very white around the mouth. I enjoy watching our cadets march. I get a real sense of pride. The training is sometimes very difficult. Lots of rules and they have to put up with meals from the mess. They order lots of pizza during the week and especially on weekends. So when they graduate I feel very proud, of what they accomplish. They perservere. Not all do. Many cadets drop out because they just can't take it, or ralize it's a career choice not meant for them.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
1. What curse word do you use the most? I hate to use curse words. I will use words like heck, goll dang, consarnit, friggin, and frickin. I know these are all slang words for the real thing. God forgive me.
2. Do you own an iPod? No
3. Who on your MySpace "Top 8" do you talk to the most? I don't do MySpace
4. What time is your alarm clock set for? Tuesdays and wednesdays I wake up at 8:15.
Thursdays and fridays it's 4:15am. Weekends sleep til I want to. I work swing shift.
5. What colour is your room? White, white , every where is white. I live in an apartment and can't paint. Wahh. So sad.
6. Flip-flops or sneakers? Definately flip flops. Especially in summer. So at work when I have to wear real shoes, my feet beg for the end of the day when I can go bare feet or flip flops.
7. Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture? I would rather take the picture. I hate being photographed.
8. What's the last movie you watched? Elizabethtown. I loved it. I have a crush on Orlando Bloom.
9. Do any of your friends have children? Sure they do.
10. Has anyone ever called you lazy? Maybe, but only behind my back. Not to my face.
11. Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster? No but, lately I'm thinking it's not a bad idea. Why is it that when we try to close our eyes, our brain kicks in and starts to think?
12. What CD is currently in your CD player? Nicole Nordeman. One of my favorite christian artists. She is easy listening, non threatening and mellow.
13. Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? Prefer chocolate milk. I hate , hate hate milk. I can'tdrink it. Makes me gag. Really!
14. Has anyone told you a secret this week? Yes
15. Have you ever given someone a hickey? No, not that I can remember.
16. Who was the last person to call you? My sister Peggy.
17. Do you think people talk about you behind your back? I know they do. All the time. But I'm not paranoid!
18. Did you watch cartoons as a child? Yes! Bugs bunny! Davey and Goliath, Bullwinkle. Just to name a few.
19. How many siblings do you have? 2 . One brother and one sister. Brother is baby.
20. Are you shy around the opposite sex? Not usually, except when I am having a hot flash. Then it looks like I'm embarrassed. Dam this menopause.
21. What movie do you know every line to? Not any. I don't really watch too many movies that I can remember the lines. At least I can't remember. I think that is part of menopause.
22. Do you own any band t-shirts? NO!
23. What is your favourite salad dressing? Right now it is hidden valley ranch.
24. Do you read for fun? Absolutely.
25. Do you cry a lot? I used to. Yes.
26. Who was the last person to text message you? None.
27. Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop? Desktop
28.Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos? Yes to both. I'm too chicken though.
29. What is the weather like? Hot and sunny. +30 celsius.
Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos? Not likely.
31. Is sex before marriage wrong? According to the bible it is. But that doesn't stop people.
32. When was the last time you slept on the floor? Years and years ago. Wont' do it. I'm too old.
How many hours of sleep do you need to function? at least 7, preferably 8
34. Are you in love or lust? Mostly Lust.
35. Are your days full and fast-paced? Usually I have enough going on in and out of the house to keep me busy.
36. Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages? No but I should be.
37.How old will you be on your next birthday? Ahh ahhem,.... 47 ....
38. Are you picky about spelling and grammar?
I notice it , but I make my share of mistakes.
Have you ever been to Six Flags Yes. Six flags over Texas. When I was about 7 or 8. We almost lost my brother there. He had sensitive ear drums,when there was loud noises he took off. scared us half to death. We found him though. Thank God.
40. Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex? both
41. Do you like cottage cheese? You betcha. Especially with chopped tomato and salt and pepper.
42. Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back? Side.
43. Have you ever bid for something on eBay? No.
44. Do you enjoy giving hugs? Yes
45. What is your favourite TV show? Grey's Anatomy, Gilmore Girls.
47. Which celebrity, dead or alive, would you want to have lunch with? Matthew McCaunehey. ( wrong spelling of the last name, sorry Matthew)
48. Last time you had butterflies in your stomach? I don't remember.
49. What one thing do you wish you had? More Vacations every year.
50. Favourite lyrics? Can't think of any right now.
;)I tag everyone who reads this.
Pros and cons of being a couple!
1) Con- no one to argue with.
2) Pro- no one to argue with.
3) Con- no one to cook for.
4) Pro- no one to complain about your cooking.
5) Con- No one to cuddle in bed.
6) Pro- You have the whole bed to your self, no fighting over covers, frilly pillows and teddy bears on bed.
7) Con- control of the remote is not mine.
8) Pro- control of the remote is all mine.
9) Con- no valentine gifts.
10) Pro- I don't have to buy valentine gifts.
11) Con- No one to talk to.
12) Pro- Sometimes talking is over rated.
13) Con- It's just lonely!
I'm afraid there is no Pro for being lonely.
Only one thing this week that I'm very thankful for. My car! It's old and probably needs work. It sometimes whines and whistles. The sunroof leaks when it rains a lot. The right wind sheild wiper blade is about to come loose. I have to drive with high beam headlights cuz my low beam headlights are burned out. My radio cuts out when it gets too hot outside. But it gets me from point a to point b. And I can do it for very little gas. Which is a plus since the price of gas keeps going up and up. I don't have to stand in front of the car and turn a crank to get it started, and there is not a spec of rust on it. Inspite of all the flaws, I'm thankful for my car.