My new Glasses

I bought some new glasses. The last pair of glasses that I bought was a good 6-7 years ago...so needless to say the prescription was quite off (I live in my contacts). I thought it was about time I give my eyes a break and get some glasses that I could wear. I love them. They're pink. The front part is dark pink color but the arms are light pink. It's hard to get used to glasses again. I was having some major flashbacks from Grade 6 when I got my first pair of glasses ever. Everything seems so different. My depth perception is WAY off. Everything seems slightly farther away than it really is. Strange. Also I'm not used to not being able to see off to the side without having to turn your head. With the glasses if I look off to the side without turning my head it's all a blur...with my contacts I can see everywhere. Jon and I are both a little messed up right now because we just picked up a pair of contacts for him. So we're both having opposite reactions. He put the contacts in and said that everything looks bigger, and he's very excited about the fact that he can look to the sides without moving his whole head. Anyways, I am loving the glasses, it's definitely going to take a little while to get used to them though. Here's a picture of them. You'll have to excuse the picture. Brielle wanted to take it for me. I think she did a pretty good job though.

Brielle

I just realized that it's been quite awhile since I posted a picture of my beautiful little Brielley girl...so here's an updated one.

Stupid Test

Our little Lovebug...

He finally let me catch him on my camera...enjoy.


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Newspaper Article

Here's something that I read in the paper this afternoon. I thought it was pretty good, and all I have to say...is BOY do I agree!!!

I Thank My Mom For The Drugs!!
The other day, someone at a store in our city read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
I replied: I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profane four-letter word. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends, neighbours to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behaviour in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, Canada would be a better place.
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