Friday, November 30, 2012

A New Look

After twenty years, I finally did it - I cut my long hair!

What took me so long? What was I so worried about?

Well, Mr. O wanted me to keep my long hair.


He adored my black, lengthy, wavy tresses cascading over my shoulders.

But it was time for a change.

And I think I deserved it.

For years, I've been cutting the boys' hair. It was my turn to get pampered.

And so, I spent a Saturday morning at the beauty salon; to get my hair cut, coloured, and styled.

It felt so liberating!

And when Mr. O and the boys saw me for the first time, they were astonished and said they loved the new look.

I do too!

So, if you're reluctant to snip those long locks, don't despair.

It's not as bad as you think.

Take a chance, get inspired and get a makeover.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Keep on Writing

This school year, book reports and writing assignments have taken up most of my son's schedule.

And so, when he came home to finish his creative writing project, I told him I'd like to read and check his work.

What was I thinking?

It was thirteen pages long!

And a complete mess!

For over an hour, I muddled through pages, making corrections on spelling and punctuation.

I pointed out run-on sentences; and suggested to keep them short and concise.

I also gave him some tips to improve on his writing skills.

And I reminded him to keep the reader interested.

Mr. O thought I was too hard on him.

I didn't think so. In fact, my son was happy for my guidance.

I understand he's young, and still learning.

Besides, all writing needs to be proofread and edited.

It's part of the writing process.

No worries, my dear boy.

Just keep on writing.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Remembrance Day

On the eleventh month, on the eleventh day and on the eleventh hour, we honour the many men and women who have fallen and paid the ultimate sacrifice for freedom. It was very important to bring our boys to pay homage to these brave soldiers. And after seeing a war veteran overcome with emotion, I could tell my children felt his pain and sorrow. An image etched in their minds forever.

As the poem, "For The Fallen", Laurence Binyon wrote:

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

Friday, November 2, 2012


Just two days after Hallowe'en and we're bombarded with Christmas advertising on television.


Even some talk shows have begun the holiday segment.

The kids haven't consumed their candy, and the costumes haven't been put away.

And I have yet to do my fall yard cleanup!

The mere thought of making a list, shopping, Christmas decorating, baking and gift wrapping is not on my mind.

Some people have already put up the Christmas tree!

And I heard Mr.O humming Christmas tunes.

What's the rush?!

Don't get me wrong, I'm no humbug!

Can't we relax for awhile?

Thank goodness, J.P hasn't pressured me to get started.

I'm content with my stash of candy.