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Today I couldn't find a word.

I typed "lonely" into the thesaurus to try and find it... "Abandoned, alone, apart, by oneself, comfortless, companionless, deserted, desolate, destitute, disconsolate, down, empty, estranged, forsaken, godforsaken, homeless, isolated, left, lone, lonesome, outcast, reclusive, rejected, renounced, secluded, single, solitary, unbefriended, uncherished... Lonely adds to solitary a suggestion of longing for companionship, while lonesome heightens the suggestion of sadness; forlorn and desolate are even more isolated and sad."

Forlorn and desolate will have to do I suppose. Those are the closest I could get. Only they don't quite say it either... What is a word that means lonely and longing for the one person you can't have?

I've Just Gotta Show You Something

We had the kids' parent teacher interviews this week. At Sam's interview this picture was in his portfolio. I did a double take and then begged his teacher to let me take it home with me that day. (Okay, I didn't beg, I just asked and she said yes, but I would have begged if I'd had to.)

Anyways, I think it's one of my favourite pictures ever. Sam is AWESOME.

I Am The Champion... ... ... Of The Blog

Well, I made it. That's five years straight of Nablopomo. Sometimes I even impress myself, so I can't imagine how you must feel... SUPER impressed probably.



Tonight one of the girls I "chaperoned" on a trip to California came for a visit and we took the boys and me to see some ambulances and get a tour from the guy who showed up at my house when we called 911 on the day Nablopomo started. Confused? I'll explain.

Wait. First a picture.

That's Cathleen. I chaperoned for Youth For Christ's California Breakaway in 2002. Cathleen was in the group of 7 girls I was uhhhh... in charge? of. I like to think I was in charge, but I probably wasn't. It didn't matter who was in charge though because I had the BEST group of girls EVER. Oh man. We had so much fun. Disney and Sea World and Universal Studios and Six Flags and lots of malls. And some beaches. And then some more malls. But mostly just hanging out with the girls. SO fun. Anyways, a few years ago Facebook worked it's magic and the rest is history.

Here's another picture.

That guy in between Ben and Sam is one of the EMS people who showed up when Glen called 91…


I've been following this blog for a while now. Ever since Kristian posted this video for his wife Rachel's birthday on YouTube:
Kristian reminds me of my dad in some ways. One way, of course, is the cancer. The other ways... His trust in God, his deep love of his family, his hope, his courage and strength, his love of life. I read the things he says and it's like I can hear dad. Kristian wrote down a lot of his struggles and his triumphs throughout his fight, and so often I felt like he was giving me a look into what my dad would have been feeling.

Now he's dying. He's dying and he has two little boys and a wife that he loves so much and it's breaking my heart. I know I don't really know him. I know I've only ever known him through what he chooses to share on his blog, but I think about him every day and I can't believe he's dying. I thought he was going to beat it. I thought I was going to watch him fight this battle with the cancer I hate, and I…

Sister Wives: I Can Relate

I'm watching Sister Wives. I'd have a harder time confessing this if I didn't know lots of you are watching it too. I can't help myself. It's fascinating.

And do you know what? I don't think polygamy be illegal. I think people should be allowed to choose who they want to marry, and even how many people they want to marry. Don't get me wrong. I think it's CRAZY. I even think it's wrong. But I don't think it should be illegal. Just like I don't think homosexual marriage should be illegal.

The thing is, I don't want anyone to tell me what to believe. I would never tolerate someone telling me that they believe my lifestyle is wrong and that I'm not allowed to make my own choices. I'm an adult. Aside from obviously criminal activities, it's not the government's job to make moral choices for me.

So why is it the government's job to make moral decisions for other people who believe differently than I do? What I see on Siste…


I forgot to post yesterday. Here's why:

Don't worry. I'll go fix it.


Time for another song 30 day challenge song.

Day 16: A song you used to love, but now you hate.

I don't think there are any songs I used to love and actually hate now, but I can sure tell you one that I loved when it first came out and am really sick of now...

Church people love to sing the crap out of certain songs and just suck the life right out of them. I could name some more just like this, but I'm sure everyone who goes to church has their own version.

(There. It's like it never happened.)

I. Said. NO.

People. I have a question for you.

How would you feel about your mother-in-law folding your panties? Folding. Your panties.

How about if you had told her to leave the laundry alone specifically because you didn't want her even seeing your panties, much less touching them and fricking folding them?

And it's not as if I can't fold laundry. Glen brings it to me, and I fold it. Easy. Or it would be if the MIL didn't ignore what we tell her and rush in there and get it before we can.

She doesn't listen to a word Glen or I say. She's one of those people who would tell you, "No thank you, I'm fine," if you offered her some pie and she really wanted some, but she doesn't want to put you to any trouble. So she thinks we're doing that too. All the time. It doesn't matter how many times we tell her not to do something, she thinks we're lying and we just don't want her to go to any trouble. Add this to the fact that the woman feels that she l…


I almost forgot to post. I had the lights out and everything, and I couldn't sleep, so I looked at the clock to see what time it was, and... Ahhhh!

So... What to post? Raise your hand if you think this is my lamest NaBloPoMo ever? *raises hand*

It'll have to be another Thirty Day Song Challenge. Sorry.

Day 15: A song that describes you.

Well. That was easy.

Boreder and Boreder

You would think that being this bored would lead to fantastically creative posts. I have so much time on my hands, I should be able to come up with something better than this...

Day 14: A song no one would expect you to love.

I didn't know what to pick for this, because I'm pretty predictable in what I like and dislike. Lady Gaga is probably the closest I could get to surprising all of you, so I picked a song that no one would expect anyone to love because pretty much everyone hates opera. Not me though. I love opera. Especially this one. The Marriage of Figaro is hilarious. Trust me. And it has some of my favourite music ever written in it. I heart Mozart.

And another post is written, just like that. I have officially reached that stage of boredom where even though you probably could find something interesting (and maybe even useful) to do, you're too bored to do it. I remember this well from my teen years.

Squeaky Wheel Gets The Pizza

Glen's sick now.

Sam got sick the night after I did, so it looks like Taco Time wasn't the culprit. I still won't be eating it again for a loooooong time though.

So, since neither of us are in any shape to make or even go and get supper for the family, I ordered Pizza Hut tonight. Delivery. We never get delivery because it takes way too long. They were 45 minutes late. Which wouldn't have bothered me as much if I hadn't called at 4pm to place a timed order for 6:15pm and we got our food three hours later at 7pm. So, obviously if you know anything at all about me, I called to complain.


Free supper. I'm glad I decided to get lots so no one has to make lunch for tomorrow.


I don't have it in me to post something interesting, so here comes another Thirty Day Song Challenge...

Day 13: A song that is a guilty pleasure.

I blame Glee for how totally and completely happy this song and video makes me.

Fantastically Awful

That's how I'd describe Twilight: Breaking Dawn. If I'd never read the books I don't think I could have made it through, but since I have, and since (embarrassing confession) I really liked the books, I had a pretty good time at the movies tonight. I'd even say I got my money's worth.

It helped that parts of the movie that were meant to be dramatic and stirring could be cut and pasted unedited into a comedy, and people would laugh instead of stare transfixed by the heartrending story being played out onscreen. For real. I snorted. And not when I was supposed to.

Good times. Not as exciting as last time, but still, goooooooood times.

Oh, and one more thing. I can't help it people. I'm still on team Edward. I think in large part because tonight I finally figured out who Jacob reminds me of:

Don't see it? How 'bout now?

Still not? All right, then how about... Now?

Really? Whatever. I see it. Which makes team Jacob a complete impossibility for me. Not be…

More Gory Details

Don't worry. There won't be any pictures with this post. Let's not even think about what they'd look like if I posted pictures to sum up the last 12 hours or so...

Last night when we got into town we stopped to pick up fast food because Mom thought we were an coming today and had nothing ready for supper. Glen and the kids got McDonald's. I wish I'd got McDonald's. (That's probably the first and only time I will ever say that.) I got Taco Time. BIG mistake.

When my ankle hurts a lot it makes me sort of nauseated, so when I went to bed that night that's what I assumed was causing me to feel so icky. Wrong. At around six in the morning I started throwing up and from then on it's just a blur of crutching back and forth to the bathroom and sitting on the toilet with a pot in my lap.

I cannot see a time when I'll be ready to risk putting a little spice in my life again anytime soon. What a brutal day.

The Gory Details

Okay. This post is for people like Ang and Carrie who like things like staples and stitches and blood. It is not for people like Melissa who freak out over a few bruises and a bloody bandage. So don't scroll down unless you are the type of person who thinks pulling staples out of someone's leg would be fun. I wouldn't look either, but I had to get used to it because I have to clean it and put a sock on over top of it. The first time I accidentally saw it I burst into tears. Ang laughed and took this picture:

This is what it looks like now that staples are out. Icky. Sam hates it and wants me to keep it covered up. I wonder what the scar will look like...

Things That REALLY Cheer Me Up

Check. It. Out.

That's my ankle. And I took it to see the surgeon today. And he said I don't need a cast if I promise that I won't put any weight on it till I see him in a month.

Obviously, I promised.

You have no idea how happy I am right now. Aside from the obvious stuck in bed and unable to do anything part, the cast was the part I was most dreading. Now, tomorrow I can take off that bandage and have a bath. And post a gruesome picture(s) of the incision. (Melissa, consider yourself warned. I'll be sure to leave a big space so you have to scroll down to see it in case you accidentally click your way onto my site.)

Next time I break my ankle I'm totally breaking it bad enough that it needs screws and a plate to hold it together so I don't have to have a cast. Score!

Things That Cheer Me Up

Sometimes it's easy to feel down with 12 weeks of recovery in front of me, stuck in my bed with my ankle throbbing all day, but some things make it hard.

Company :)



So I made it through the first two weeks post op. and it wasn't too bad. Mostly because I had family and friends taking care of me and sending me junk if they couldn't come themselves. I'm a lucky girl.

(Here's hoping my luck holds out through tomorrow when I get my new cast. I reaaaaally don't want a real cast. I'm hoping maybe I'll get one of those boot things instead. I'll let you know how it turns out tomorrow.)


It's almost midnight! And by the time I post this it probably will be. Whoops.

So let's just quickly look at another 30 day song challenge...

Day 12: A Song From a Band You Hate

Well, that's an easy one. Just go on YouTube and put "heavy metal" in the search box and the bands that pop up? I hate them. I'm not even going to post one because I don't want that trash on my site.

There. That was fast.


It's REALLY hard to write blog posts when Ang is here. We're watching Being Erica. Ang is knitting me a sock for my cast foot so my toes don't get cold. I dug out the cross stitch I've been working on for the last ten years or so that I got at a Braun family Christmas gift exchange. Ang ate too many chips today, I ate just the right amount, but probably too much pumpkin loaf from Melissa. Glen's mom went home, I sent her a bouquet of flowers as a thank you. (For going home. lol. KIDDING!)

Awe man. She just put the knitting aside because it's frustrating her.

So that's about it. Ang is staying till Tuesday, which is awesome because then she'll get to see the boys do taikwondo tomorrow. On Wednesday it's off to Regina to get a new cast. I'm hoping it won't be a real cast. And on Thursday we go to Martensville for the weekend. I'm getting my hair done and going to see the new Twilight movie.

There. Lamest post ever. I hate newsy posts. I…

I Got Nothin'

So, in lieu times two...

I'm skipping by Day 10: A Song That Makes You Fall Asleep (I'll tell you why later.)
And I present you with Day 11: A Song From Your Favourite Band. This one was a toughy because I don't usually listen to "bands". I like certain singers and songs, but honestly, I couldn't think of a single band that I've ever liked more than any other...

Till suddenly, I remembered. There wasthis one band that I really loved with all my heart way back in high school and still get excited about if I happen to be somewhere they show up to play.

Marching band! I miss those days, those were some geeky good times.

Can't Talk Now

Ang is here.

So, in lieu of a real post I give you the return of Thirty Day Thursdays.

Day Nine: A Song You Can Dance To... And boy did I. I don't think anyone in our house actually watched the show, but I always made sure to catch the opening credits.

I wish I didn't have a cast on.

I Couldn't Resist

First of all, here's a picture for Carrie of what my toes look like when I get out of bed long enough to go to the bathroom. They're a little purpler in real life. It's disturbing. How come they do that? Why does the blood go to one side and not the other? I should google it. I've got the time.

After I stood long enough to take this picture my leg felt like maybe all the blood inside it was going to finally actually cause my skin to split and I just couldn't resist checking...

So there it is. Ang wanted to see it, so I figured just in case she doesn't make it here this weekend I should take a picture for her. All that stuff that looks like dirt are bruises. They look a lot worse without a flash lighting up my leg, but I couldn't get a better picture, so if Ang wants to see all the glorious shades of green and brown and purple she'll just have to come. No wonder my whole leg hurts.

If you click on the pictures to biggify them (I don't recomend it though…

No Pressure

Things are still pretty boring over here. So, since all I've got talk about is how the toes on my broken foot are a totally different colour than the toes on my normal foot, I'm just going to send all of you over to Melissa's blog. Her day was super exciting and I'm hoping she'll post about it. So head over there to wait with me for it.

Don't let us down Melissa!

I Am SO Bored

Yesterday my doctor told me I should expect that the swelling in my ankle won't go down any time soon. He said it could easily be two weeks.

TWO WEEKS till I can be upright longer than a few minutes? Two weeks till crtuching my way to the bathroom isn't almost too much for me.

It's only TUESDAY.

And season four of the show I was watching is dumb.

So I sent Glen to the store to buy the kids (me) a Wii for Christmas (to take me through the next few weeks). I hope it helps. Because this is the longest week ever. And it's only TUESDAY.

I use them for propping up my ankle...

I finished all the episodes of Community on Netflix. (Doggone it. I wish there were more. I love that show.) So this is what I've been watching all day:

Well, not just this clip. That would get boring. This show. It's pretty funny, but I have to be ready to pause it anytime my MIL or kids come into my room.

This Is Stupid

I just wrote and deleted a post about how things have gone from bad to worse in the last few hours. It started getting kind of long, but this is the gist of it: I am going insane trapped up in my room on my back with my MIL (mother-in-law) presiding over the chaos downstairs. Hannah keeps escaping and hiding in my room and crying when Glen's mom comes to get her. If this frickin' swelling would just give me a break already so I could at least sit up for a while...I want this to be over.

So. Much. Pain.

I know, I know... I said I wouldn't talk about my ankle, but I seriously can't think about anything else right now. The worst thing is that if I put my foot down for much longer than ten seconds it feels like it's going to explode. It's so swollen and sore and I can't take any anti-inflammatories and my cast is too thick for ice to do any good. Did you know anti-inflammatories inhibit bone growth? Me neither. Frick. Frick frickin frick.

And I know we women like to tell you men that there is nothing more painful than having a baby, but this has taught me that there is always a new definition for 10/10 on the pain scale. I expect I will feel better in a few days, but right now I swear I can feel every staple pulling at my skin. I need the swelling to go down. And I need these pain meds to work long enough to get me to the next dose instead of konking out an hour or two before I can take them again.

I wish I could go back to the hospital. Because here at home even going…

It's Already Friday?

What a waste of a week.

Honestly, who of you would think it would take FOUR DAYS to fix a broken ankle? Because I wouldn't have thought that. I would have thought that it would be fixed the same day it was broken.

Of course, I also would have thought that you would be given some serious pain killers before someone straightened a broken ankle twisted more than forty five degrees in the wrong direction, but that shows what I know. Not much.

I also didn't know how great my friends are. I have some pretty great friends. And my poor husband was also great... Crawling along on the ground in front of me holding my cast up so it wouldn't pull on my messed up bones while I crutched my way to the washroom or up the stairs or where ever.




Holy crap. My knee just spasmed. I scared the daylights out of Glen, who came running to see what new horrible injury I'd just given myself.

My poor hip and knee took a lot of abuse the last few days lugging around the retarded cast that th…

I Posted Again

And this is what happened Thursday...

That morning one of the nurses told me that it wasn't uncommon for patients to wait three days for surgery. I lost it a little then. I could MAYBE have waited patiently if my pain had been anywhere close to under control, but it wasn't. And all they kept doing was giving me more morphine. I had no idea a morning could last that long. Those poor nurses. I was a sobbing maniac and there was nothing they could do to help me.

FINALLY at around 1pm the doctor gave the nurses permission to give me hydromorph which is ten times stronger than morphine. Peace. That's what hydromorph means. I could have waited for days on that stuff. It turned out I only waited about ten minutes after that though. I was just finally falling asleep when the porter came for me. Of course.

So I had my surgery, and got to experience again that very odd feeling of being wide awake and talking in one room and two seconds later waking up in a whole new room w…

I Posted

For those who are curious and want more details about what happened Wednesday, besides me writing the title of this post, read on...

So, on this day, we got up at 5:30 and drove to Regina for an 8:30 appointment with an orthopedic surgeon who told me "I'll see you up in surgery in a couple hours." He also told me once the surgery was done "... in a couple hours," I'd be able to go home the same day. I didn't see him again for much longer than a couple hours, and he was wearing street clothes, not scrubs, when I did.

So... All day I waited on a stretcher in day surgery... In pain because I wasn't allowed to take any pain meds since my surgery would just be "... in a couple hours." The nurses kept thinking I'd be next since I'd been there the longest, and because that's what I'd been told by the doctor, but I wasn't next. By the end of the day I was crying. They were finally allowed to give me some morphine at around suppe…

Spiral Fracture

Four months. To the day! Yikes. Poor lonely blog.

Let's start out the way we ended. With a super fun photo summing up today's big events.

Ang would have liked it if I'd taken a photo of my ankle turned in a way that only Gumby's ankle should turn, and honestly, it DID occur to me... But even crazy-camera Becky has her limits.

On the upside, this will probably leave me LOTS of time for NaBloPoMo.

Oh Canada!

Once again, Canada Day proves to be one of our family's favourite fun days of the year here in Yorkton, our home and native land. The first thing Ben asked me this morning was if I would dress him in a Canada shirt "since it's Canada Day!"

(You'd think Ben would know me better by now, wouldn't you?)

True patriot love!

Once we were all appropriately garbed, (all thy sons command) we were off to the WDM here in Yorkton for the annual Canada Day picnic. The kids always have such a great time. There are rides on an antique firetruck, a hay wagon, a horse pulled wagon, and an antique school bus. And we got there early enough that we didn't have to wait in line for very long at all.

With glowing hearts!

And, then there's the thing Sammy has been waiting for since last summer and talking about since the snow first started melting...

That's Sam enjoying the breathtaking beauty of Mount Curly Fries, majestically situated beside the tasty red waters of Ketchu…

I'm a Pain in the A$$

This is a long one. And I'm mostly posting it for Ang who missed all the action because, unlike yours truly, she has a life outside of facebook...

It all started with me being choked that Canada Post won't allow their workers to work overtime to catch up on all the deliveries they missed during the strike, and more importantly lockout. Which I wouldn't care about as much if I wasn't waiting for my sports bra.

Canada Post deleted the only link I could find to email them when they locked out their workers. And it was too late to phone. (Don't worry, I called them the next day.) So I went on facebook to find a place to rant. (Which actually has a purpose besides venting, since I'm sure their public relations people must monitor facebook and places like it.)

Anywho... I posted the following post and a link to a CBC news story on an "I hate Canada Post" page:

Becky Willems
I am REALLY starting to HATE Canada Post. They have no interest in their staff or the Can…


There comes a point in every parent's life, when they realize that someone could be secretly video taping them. Has that happened to you yet? You're out in public with your child and they are making you crazy for one reason or another, and you just... can't... seem... to get control of the situation. And this image pops into your brain of your neighbour shaking his head while he gets the video camera, and then the video hitting YouTube, and suddenly you're on the news trying to explain why you were making your child cry hysterically while "teaching" him to ride a bike.

Not that I've ever felt that, or thought that. Oh no, I've never wailed in frustration in the middle of the street, panting and sweaty from running, and frustrated, "BEN!!! JUST!!! BALANCE!!! WHY CAN'T YOU BALANCE?!?!" I've never reduced my seven-year-old to tears by telling him that I learned to ride a bike when I was four, and that everyone can do this, so he certainl…

That Girl's a Running Fool

Okay. I would have sworn that this couldn't happen, in fact... HOW did this happen?

But I've been running. And not hating it. I started with walking. My top speed was 3.5 miles an hour. I never walk 3.5 miles an hour now. That's way too slow. Now my resting speed is 3.7 or 3.8 miles an hour. And lately I've been actually running. When I started running I could run for one or two minutes at a time, and that's it. Then a week ago I made it to ten minutes. Tonight I was hoping to make it twenty minutes, but when I got there... I did ten more. THIRTY MINUTES! And I could have probably ran more! I wasn't dying!

I really don't know how this happened, because I hate exercise... Scratch that. I hatED exercise. My whole life I've hated exercise. And somewhere along the way I started almost sort of LIKING it. I love my treadmill. It's changing my life. It helps that I have goals. I'm more excited about being a runner than losing weight, which, let me tell …

Sunday is Funday: Five

I forgot I have a blog for a while there. Whoops.

Today we had some friends over for a belated b-day party for their kids and ours. Because we missed their kids' birthday and they missed ours. It was mucho fun. I think this should become an annual event.

I love them. After they left (and after I got back from following them home to their house to get a free new bike for Hannah) I just felt so grateful. We have lovely friends. (LOTS of lovely friends.) And these particular friends are always there for us.

You know friends who come into your life that turn into a second family? That's what these friends are. I love them and I trust them the same way I trust my own family. I'm sure I drive them crazy sometimes, but they put up with me and rescue me when I need it. (Way too many times lately.) And we have so much fun together. And I love watching our kids grow up together. They love each other too. So being with them is pretty much totally fantastic.

So that's all this post is…

She's Back!

That Amber. She's a genius I tell you. All she has to do is offer up a prize and I am putting up free advertising all over the place.

But seriously, I'm doing all of us a favour, because she makes seriously cute stuff. Look at the adorable aprons and hats we got from her! And she has FANTASTIC customer service. And she will customize almost anything you can dream up. And when her stuff comes in the mail she packs it up so cute you almost don't want to open it. Trust me. You'll thank me if you order something from her. And you can find her adorable things here:

Or here:

Or even here:

I'm so glad she's open again!

Your Work on Earth

Hi Dadaloo. I called your work again today. This time I talked to Brenda, not just some guy who never even knew you. She thinks your stuff may all still be there hanging on the walls in your office.

As soon as I heard her voice I burst into tears. Poor Brenda. I couldn't even explain why. Maybe because it was nice to hear the voice of someone who knew you and loved you too, because I remember calling you at work and talking to her, because she said they had all just been talking about you this week, because she asked about the boys and it reminded me of how proud you were of them and how many stories you made them listen to about them, because I know that you still had it in your head that you were going to go back to work there.

Or maybe because it reminded me that you were here. You were here and now you're not and I miss you so bad. And because if I go down there to get your stuff I know the pictures of the boys will be of them so young, and there won't be any of Abbey a…

Thirty Day Thursday: Eight (Late)

(But it's not my fault I'm late because Blogger was down yesterday.)

Here it is: A song I know all the words to.

I know all the words to A LOT of songs. Like A VERY BIG LOT. Seriously. I was trying to think of how many songs and it was getting to a crazy high number that seemed unbelievable even to me, who knows all the words to lots of songs.

This one is one of my favourites to sing... Especially to the version on Concert in the Park. It's a little faster, and funner. (Let me just say here, that the people who got to go to either of the concerts in the park were lucky bastards.)

I also picked it because seriously, I think this may be the best music video of ALL TIME.
Of. All. Time. So enjoy it. And sing along if you know all the words.

Chevy knows all the words too.

(Also, Mabel please tell me Scotty has seen this before, and if he hasn't, would you consider video taping him watching it for the first time and post it somewhere for Glen and me? We're pretty sure the video…

Thirty Day Thursday: Seven

A song that reminds you of a certain event:

Is a honeymoon an event? Who cares. I'm doing it.This song always makes me think of our honeymoon... Sitting on a cooler at the wheel of the houseboat, eating all-dressed chips, and drinking Pepsi with this playing over the boat's stereo system... Heading for the floating store.