Untittled

                                         We grow up without a clue,

                                       Some wishing they only knew.

                                     Now awaiting the fear each day,

                                  Never knowing if things will be okay.

                                                     Love hurts,

                                              Yet it feels so good.

                                                Take me as I am,

                                               Not for how I look.

                                    Not knowing right from wrong,

                             A painted picture told me to stay strong.

                                    Expectations that grew so high.

                       A feeling that something inside of me has died.

                               Leave me alone, or I’ll run from you.

                            Let me rest and I might make it through.

To whom it may concern

To whom it may concern
I was wondering what it takes for Children's Aid to do something about a
child in danger. As far as i can tell it will have to be the loss of a life
before they do anything. Recently Children's Aid was called on a mother who
is mentally abussing her kids and they won't step in. The mother is on drugs
has partys all the time and forces her children to watch pornograghy.
Multiple family members have called with concerns about this family and the
children are still there. If we are supposed to teach our children that if
they are in danger they should tell someone they trust. In this case one of
the kids went to the principal of her school and told her about the abuse
going on at home and also said very plainly that she was afraid to go home,
the sick part is instead of taking the child to a place where she felt safe,
children's aid told the mother what her child said and was sent home. now this girl more afraid than ever to speak.
Please send this to everyone you know

This is the blog that greeneyes_31 is so upset about....
I ask you where in this blog does it say I was taking about a family member. I could have taken this story out of a news paper or from a television news report.......
I wonder why she thinks its about her!

Kids today

   What is wrong with the Canadian justice system?

   When I was a kid we were a lot more afraid of our parents and the police, because they did things. If you broke the law you knew you were in for it, you never talked back to your parents for you were afraid they would back hand you, but that is definitely not the case today. Our youth can get away with anything. I heard of a 17 year old boy who murdered an innocent person and all they got was 3 years in prison for it. I’m sorry I don’t care what age you are if you do the crime you must do the time.

   Now-a-days a kid can back space cakes put whatever drug they can get their hands on bake it in a cake than pass the cake around to friends at school. His only consequence was a couple days’ suspension from school. Really is this what we are teaching our children they don’t have to listen because whether you have a record or not anybody under the age of 18 gets nothing but a lecture (which I am sure goes in one ear and out the other) and a slap on the wrist.

   I know of a 15 year old boy who has been nothing but trouble since he turned twelve. He began stealing from his parents first than began smoking and it wasn’t long before his parents couldn’t handle him. He became violent throwing things around and cursing out everybody in ear shot of him. Sadly children’s aid became involved after the police showed up a couple more times because of his yelling and screaming. Children’s aid informed his parents that he might be better off going to a school for troubled teens, only allowed to come home on the weekends if he behaved during the week. Hoping this would help his parents reluctantly agreed and off to the school he went. Upon graduating the school the boy wasn’t any better. In fact he became worse, he learned a lot from the other kids in the school and when he got back home there was no controlling him.

   Thinking a change of scenery would help the boy’s parents moved out of their home and rented an apartment in a completely different neighborhood. At first the move seemed to work, the kid began going to school regularly and even started doing chores, but it didn’t last long.

   Within a couple months of the move and with children’s aid still involved the parents were informed if they couldn’t handle him than maybe a group home would be good for him. Maybe he would realize how good he had it at home and straighten out. Again sadly that didn’t work.

   Fed up with the kid and his attitude his parents were given the advice from other family members that he needed a good swift kick in the ass. Unfortunately one time while the cops were at the house again the police informed the parents that if they laid a hand on him than they could be charged with assault.

   For the next year and a half the family had to deal with children’s aid appointments along with an out of control kid. While in the group home the boy learned that he was completely untouchable and spent his time harassing and cursing at the poor staff of the group home. In the group home the workers can only tell the kids what to do and if they didn’t listen then they didn’t listen. During his stay in the group home he ran away four times scarred the female employees and even trashed the house. He was then charged with causing damage up to $5000, his punishment was to write a letter to the staff apologizing for what he did and promising never to do it again.

   Fearing that the group home was doing more damage than good they pulled him out hoping maybe if he were home he would settle down like he promised, instead he was worse. On a particular bad night this kid went after his sister and physically put his hands on her. He was charged with assault. He had to go to court where the judge order he take anger management classes and get counseling; he was also given a probation officer that he needed to check in with a couple times a week.

   After everything this child did the parents tried but to avail to take him to his appointments but he refused. His consequence for not complying with what the judge said was nothing, his parents tried grounding him taking things away and threatening to leave him in the care of children’s aid. More times than I can count neighbors called the cops fearing somebody was being seriously hurt. The cops would show up calm the boy down than leave again.

   Just recently the cops brought him home at 5 in the morning. He got picked up for breaking into cars, his punishment again nothing he was just returned home. Less than a week after that the boy again threw a fit and again fearing somebody was getting hurt the cops again showed up at the door. Once again they calmed him down and left.

   So I ask what is with the kids today. They don’t listen to their parents, skip school, mouth off to anybody, break the law over and over again and still nothing. When I was a kid if somebody did half of what this boy has done they would have sent them to juvenile hall. What are parents supposed to do? You smack your kid your charged, your kid won’t go to school your charged, and you yell at them they ignore you.

   So again I ask what is a parent supposed to do?

One Wrong Turn

      Shelia and Jake were the best of friends and have been for most of their lives. Unfortunately they had a hard time making friends, this did not bother Jake, he was happy and content as long as Shelia was by his side.

      Shelia on the other hand wanted more and was thrilled to be starting high school, she seen as a way of starting over. She yearned to be one of the popular kids and for the first time in her life it seemed this goal was attainable.

      Within the first couple weeks of school Shelia found a group of kids who accepted her. Soon she and Jake were invited out for a night of fun. Shelia was ecstatic, but Jake didn’t like the idea. To please Shelia and against his better judgment he agreed. It turned out to be a night that changed their lives forever.

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The Camping life

    I just got back from the best vacation I have ever had. My husband 2 kids and I hiked out to a great camping spot and spent 2 days surrounded by the sun, surf and unfortunately the jelly fish.

    We began our trip early Friday morning. Pilled everything we needed into the van and drove the 5 minutes to reach our destination. With the van in park and packs on everybody we headed out. Both Dustin age 10 and Cassandra age 8 carried nearly what they weigh for the entire 3 km hike out to our favorite point. Although we have made countless day trips out there this was the first overnight trip, our packs were made heavy by the extra water and food we had to carry. Our 2 dogs also made the trip and enjoyed themselves although next year I am determined to get a couple doggy saddles so that they can help carry what they need. As Dustin pointed out they have four legs and we have 2 lol.

   Once we hiked out and got everything set up the real fun began. Despite being in complete and total fog during our hike and first day out there I couldn’t have asked for anything better. The kids got along, shared everything, and did everything they could think of to help out, but I love the way they treated each other. It was the first time in months that they went a full 3 days without fighting.

   Instead of fighting our kids spent the whole trip hiking, poking at jelly fish, and making a large table.

   I think what I like best about camping, is the fact that the rest of the world seems to no longer exist. You’re out in the middle of nowhere not a soul to be seen, and if you are as lucky as I am you get to spend time alone with the best people in the world. Out in the middle of nowhere life is simple, food, shelter and water that are all that matters. There is none of this trying to keep up with the joneses stuff. And a few raggedy pieces of drift wood turn into the fanciest of coffee tables and where we all get along. I love the fact that we had no television, phones, video games or even any form of music.

   Saturday night we sat in front of our tents. With the Atlantic Ocean on both sides of us, we watched in amazement as to the Sun set to our left, and a full moon rose to our right. Perfect we thought life can get no better. Without the distractions of modern day life getting in the way I can sit here and honestly say that during our camping trip I learned much more about my children than I have the last 2 months of summer vacation. We all had to work as a team to make it out there and had to stay working like a team for the entire trip. It’s the only way to go, camping you needs the help of others and everyone shares. Many lesson’s can be learned from a camping trip and I believe that if the entire world were forced to go on a trip like the one I was just on then the world would end up being a much better place. I can’t wait for next year so that we can do it all again. Nothing beats spending undisrtacticting time with your family. It’s a great way to reconnect with one other and make your family foundation that much stronger.

   As I said earlier it was the best time of my life.

  

Not enough time

   My dream’s and my goal’s in life is to raise two great productive children and get my name well known as an author. I love writing and have so for as long as I can remember. Now that I have work I feel needs to be out there because I believe my writing can help change the world (or at least I like to think so), so here I am.

   I have this new blog found a few author sites that I really like, and have finally begun getting a few more of my short stories out there for people to read, but here is the problem. As I join and upload stories so that people may down load them later I learn that I would get a larger number of people reading my work or my blog if I read other peoples stories and blogs and take the time to comment. Now I am not trying to be rude or insulting but I find it almost impossible to find enough time in the day that I can dedicate to writing just to satisfy my need to write, so I ask how am I going to find the time to read other author’s stories who also post on the same site?

   Don’t get me wrong, I really don’t have anything to complain about and I am sincerely trying not to sound as if I am. I guess I am just trying to figure out how to spend my time more wisely so that I am able to find more time to read other piece’s of work.

   I am just saying with the regular everyday activities that come along with being a mother and a wife it’s hard enough find time for me, a quiet moment in which I can write my thought’s down. It’s usually nine o’clock at night before I am able to even get back to which ever writing piece that I am currently working on. I guess I am asking if any of my fellow authors have any tips for how they magically create the extra time in the day for all their activities, I’d love to hear from you. I am open to anything except give up on sleep; although it’s beginning to look like that might be a thing of the past lol.

     

Crazy few days

Wow, alright so this has been a crazy couple of days. The kind that never seem to end. It all began on Saturday, we were heading off for the flea market the next day so I had to go and around make sure everything was in the right box and that we had everything before we put it in the van. We spent the rest of the day trying to convince our children not to going around and spending their money before we even left the building.

   On Sunday we were awake extremely early for us and off to the flea market we headed. Before we are even able to get our boxes loaded off the trolley and onto the table, a swarm of vultures was aimed straight for us. Before I could even turn around other venders there that day had completely crowded us. They were in this box, pulling things out of that box all the while I had what sounded like 50 people at my side screaming what do you want for this? I swear all my best items were sold than in the middle of the furry and the worst part is I was so damn flustered and completely not ready that most of the stuff ended up being sold for much less than I had wanted or even what they were worth.

   Despite the rough and extremely hectic morning the flea market turned out to be somewhat I success, the kids were happy and I guess at the end of the day that’s all that matters. Of course living where we live whenever there is a large crowd of people the 50/50 tickets are brought out and most of the time we hear of a new draw, like the winner gets tickets to a local game or movie, but it’s not too often you hear of them changing how the winner is decided.

   This year we did not enter the regular 50/50 draw, instead we joined Bessy’s lottery. What is Bessy’s lottery? Well I’ll tell you. Bessy is a cow that lives here on Cape Breton Island. Anyway, once a year they keep Bessy in the born long enough to clean all the cow patties from her field than with that done they divide the field into a grid, each grid has a number and if the cow does its business in your numbered grid than you when close to $6,000. My husband of course had to enter “How can I not if there is one lottery I have a shot at winning at it has to be one that I get shit on.” He says. Sadly we did not win, but all the proceeds from this draw went into a scholarship fund and every year they hand a couple lucky students a scholarship. We did not win, the draw was on Sunday and we haven’t heard anything so we lost oh well, am so happy that it’ll be at least another year before I am at the flea market with a table of my own.

   After an exhausting day Sunday I was looking forward to having a relaxing Monday, but of course that would not be the case. Recently we discovered a flea on one of our cats, great fleas just what we need. Off to the vet we headed we purchased the flea stuff that goes on the back of the neck for all 5 of our animals, a small fortune, but well worth we thought. We have 2 dogs 2 cats and a new kitten. After a week we noticed that the flea stuff we have already given them wasn’t working because they still had the horrible little creatures crawling all over them. At the pet store we bought flea shampoo safe for cats and dogs, the good thing about this was that we could apply it to the animal while they were dry eliminating having to torture our animals any more than they needed to be.

   I sure didn’t realize what a big job this was until after we had already gotten started, and once you start you can’t stop. First we had to get our son’s room completely cleaned out, bed sheets, dirty cloth’s, vacuum the floor and spray the room down with the flea killing solution. Once this was done I hurriedly began the next load of laundry. The day began around 10 am and we didn’t stop again until nearly 9 o’clock that night. We had stripped every bed, washed every and all pieces of fabric possible swept and vacuumed the floors countless times and in between all this took one animal at a time and applied more than enough of the stuff to kill any and all flea’s. Needless to say it was very long, back breaking hard work, but I am now happy to report that we have officially gotten rid of all our flea’s and are completely flea free once again….

   It takes a few days to recover after surviving the past couple of days, hopefully I’ll have something more interesting to say tomorrow. For now I am off to bed.
Nighty night