To blog or not to blog?  It seems to be be the question for decade.  They say writting can be cathartic, therapy for the soul if you will.  So I figure why not what have I got to say that is any worse than anyone else!  Now will I be charming and witty, I doubt it.  Sometimes my dark side has a tendancy to take over, hence the need to blog.  As well my spelling and grammar are atrocious so please no judgment, it is what it is I will try to spellcheck but no promises. 

So the tale that is mine to tell ( a background into my opions if you will):

I was born in Edmonton AB Canada on a cold November day, I don't know if it was cold I'm making assumtions because it was November.  The year 1973.  I grew up in a military home, yes I'm a brat in more ways than one.  The list of places I have lived is not as long as some but I'm pretty proud of it.

Edmonton  AB
Medicine Hat  AB
Toronto ON
Oakville ON
Chilliwack BC
Oshawa ON
Gilenkirchen,Germany -
one of my favorite places to live, to be able to travel and visit a diferent part of the world, at 17/18.   My mind is going back there as I write so I must blog on!

I settled not far out side of Toronto ON, Canada.  Married and with 4 kids.  Why you ask, of all the places to go would you pick Ontario.  Life, that's the answer.  I met my husband at 20 and had kids.  Great kids I have to add, all boys. Sometimes I wish for a girl but that ship has sailed.   Adam 17, Tyler 15, Christopher 12, and Justin aka schmoe 8.  They fill my days with dishes, laundry, that odd foot smell that you can't figure who it's coming from,  loud music, and the need to go to the grocery store at least once a day to feed them and all of there friends.  But most of all they  fill my days and my heart with love.  Awwwww  now don't get me wrong I yell, A LOT, but it's done with all the love my heart can muster.  It's my job to make sure they graduate and  grow up not killing  themselves or any one else along the way and also to treat women with respect and I take it very seriously.

So that leaves us up to date with what is going on in my world to date.  I'm not sure how often one blogs or why, so I'll leave it and when the mood strikes or I need to rant, and I will need to rant.  I will blog it out.