tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45753815118358348362024-03-13T15:11:59.349-04:00Peaceful Chaos" This is the story of my life and I write it everyday. I know it isn't black and white. And it's anything but grey ... That's the story of my life" - Bon JoviPeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-51495599934547297222011-11-24T08:51:00.002-05:002011-11-24T08:52:03.895-05:00something to remember ...when someone is acting crazy and you respond with craziness<br /> the focus automatically shifts to youPeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-74295530312419994992011-11-13T22:22:00.002-05:002011-11-13T22:22:44.387-05:00words to rememberI wish I could show you<br />when you are lonely or in the darkness,<br />the astonishing light<br />of your own being.PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-83582054917349471592011-10-16T11:25:00.001-04:002011-10-16T11:26:15.993-04:00Words to the wise ...Do not believe everything you think.<br /><br />Signed up for an inspirational thought a day ... and this was what I found in my inbox today! Words to live by :)PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-67519545773049356152011-10-14T11:33:00.002-04:002011-10-14T11:40:34.273-04:00you may not see them but the bars ARE thereIt sucks that I have no one to blame but myself ... it's so much more fun to be able to feel all high and mighty while pointing the finger haughtily towards someone else, then wiping my hands clean and proceeding with life smug in my holier-than-thou attitude.<br /><br />Alas ... that no longer sits very well with me. So instead I'm stuck looking at life through these bars I fashioned over the last 50 years, realizing that though I have finally found the keys ... it's not quite time to escape or get over to the other side yet.<br /><br />Musical memories are coming back ... favourite song lyrics ... today it rained a misty kind of rain and I wanted to go and stand on the deck and get wet ... but I didn't. I want to blare Bon Jovi and dance around the house ... just to feel my body moving like that and to sing lyrics that are like old best friends. I want to crunch through fallen leaves and pick pumpkins and drink spiced cider. I want to throw back my head in laughter and enjoy the sights, smells and feel of autumn (my favourite season). But I have to be careful.<br /><br />I can't rock the boat ... I can't rain more misfortune down upon my head and Stefani's and J's. I've found myself again (hello ... you look familiar) but I can only let a tiny piece of her out ... or I have to wait until HE is gone to let her out and then I have to tuck her back in really, really fast so that he doesn't know, doesn't sense, doesn't react.<br /><br />It sucks.PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-83319006843794635412011-10-07T10:48:00.002-04:002011-10-07T11:14:57.815-04:00To live in truthI've struggled with this concept for a long time.<br />I've had a hard time accepting and recognizing truth as it IS for me without being swayed by the opinions of a trusted few or by my own clever self-analysis which can turn anything into swiss cheese.<br />Every now and again ... for a moment ... like this one, I can see clearly that truth simply IS. No explanations necessary, it is what it is. It may defy logic, it may not fit in any boxes, grooves or holes ... it may even be discounted by others. But the fact remains that the truth of our own "me-ness", the truth of the situations we find ourselves in, the options available to us are only known to us. All we can behold is our own truth.<br />Your truth is not my truth ... and we have a bond, a relationship or an interaction ... your truth is your truth, my truth is my truth ... and the interaction's truth remains the interaction's truth. Neither you nor I can totally comprehend, see or grasp that interaction's truth. It is not ours to see or know.<br />All we have is ourselves, our truths, our light, our responsibilities.<br />The quest to understand beyond that is wasted time, especially if we seek an absolute. There is no absolute outside of ourselves.<br /><br />It's a miracle any of us get along at all. And, the fact that we do at times, get along and laugh and cry and celebrate or mourn together for a moment, a day, 10 years IS the miracle of life and love.<br /><br />The answers are all inside ... the truth lies in your heart and soul. You ... I need to look inside, not outside for the answers, for the peace, for the love.<br />Validation only comes from self REALLY.<br /><br />So I sit here this morning ... looking at my truth. It's ugly and tattered and torn and covered in shit. It doesn't look pretty, it doesn't smell pretty ... but it's my truth. And living this moment grounded in MY reality is ultimately better than all those moments flitting 10 feet above the ground, soaring on a windswell (that eventually dies and crashes me to the ground)<br /><br />No matter how terrible HERE may be ... it is "better" than up there, over there, under there, above there ...<br /><br />Because only from HERE ... living in truth ... can I be grateful for the little things, only from HERE can I hear the birds sing and break into a smile because the sun feels nice on my face.<br /><br />I must remember that HERE ... will always be better than there.PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-35420785638076895252011-10-04T11:05:00.001-04:002011-10-04T11:06:24.773-04:00the whole world revealedThere is no controlling life. Try corralling a lightening bolt, containing a tornado. Dam a stream, and it will create a new channel. Resist, and the tide will sweep you off your feet. Allow, and grace will carry you to higher ground. The only safety lies in letting it all in- the wild with the weak; fear, fantasies, failure and success. When loss rips off the doors of the heart, or sadness veils your vision with despair, practice becomes simply bearing the truth. In the choice to let go of your known way of being, the whole world is revealed to your new eyes. <br />Danna FauldsPeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-80240526172703378752011-09-24T17:07:00.001-04:002011-09-24T17:07:53.446-04:00Hey mom ... hey Dave ... listen here !<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_vpjUCSMw_4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-66087716110866286792011-09-19T11:21:00.002-04:002011-09-19T11:22:18.099-04:00Words to remember ...<div style="text-align: center;">When people show you who they are ... believe them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">- Maya Angelou</div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-90386405901035566432011-09-08T16:08:00.001-04:002011-09-08T16:08:42.104-04:00Sun is finally shining ...Today was all about Stefani's audition for "Warhorse" ... we both had the pleasure of meeting Marianne Elliott, the producer/director of the London and Broadway productions. What will be, will be ... but it was thrilling for Stef to be auditioning at this level. So proud of her and her dedication to what is truly her passion.PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-45304418673079578002011-09-04T13:46:00.002-04:002011-09-04T13:48:23.195-04:00honesty ...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(89, 84, 65); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(241, 251, 255); "><i>You can only progress from where you really are ... not from where you pretend to be but you are not</i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(89, 84, 65); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(241, 251, 255); "><i>
<br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Some days this is really easy ... or at least easier ... and other days, I find myself pulling out my hair and asking myself "but where I am really?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">But all is not lost ... I tackle chores or listen to music ... and inevitably the answer appears :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Aren't small miracles the best rays of sunshine?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">
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<br /></div><div><div><i>Took a long hard look, at my life.</i></div><div><i>Lost my way, well I was fighting the time.</i></div><div><i>A big black cloud, stormy sky.</i></div><div><i>Followed me, while I was living a lie.</i></div><div><i>So heartless, so selfish, so in darkness, when all your nights are</i></div><div><i>Starless, </i></div><div><i>You're running outta hope.</i></div><div><i>But I found the strength inside to see, found the better part of me, </i></div><div><i>And I'll never let it go.</i></div><div><i>
<br /></i></div><div><i>I've come a long, long way, </i></div><div><i>Made a lot of mistakes, </i></div><div><i>But I'm breathin, breathin, that's right and I mean it, mean it.</i></div><div><i>This time I'm a little run down, I've been living out loud.</i></div><div><i>I could beat it, beat it, that's right, 'cause I'm feelin, feelin, </i></div><div><i>Invincible. </i></div><div><i>Woah-oh-oh-oh (x3)</i></div><div><i>
<br /></i></div><div><i>When you're gone for a day, on your own. </i></div><div><i>Tear your heart out just to find your way home.</i></div><div><i>I've been so high, I've sunk so low.</i></div><div><i>I've come so far, with nothing to show, for it. </i></div><div><i>Mistaken, I got so good at taking, </i></div><div><i>But now I'm tired of faking. </i></div><div><i>This story's getting old.</i></div><div><i>So I found the strength inside to see, from the better part of me, </i></div><div><i>And I'll never let it go.</i></div><div><i>
<br /></i></div><div><i>I've come a long, long way, </i></div><div><i>Made a lot of mistakes, </i></div><div><i>But I'm breathin, breathin, that's right and I mean it, mean it.</i></div><div><i>This time I'm a little run down, I've been living out loud.</i></div><div><i>I could beat it, beat it, that's right, 'cause I'm feelin, feelin, </i></div><div><i>Invincible. </i></div><div><i>Woah-oh-oh-oh (x3)</i></div><div><i>Invincible.</i></div><div><i>
<br /></i></div><div><i>I'm not the only one, </i></div><div><i>To crash into the sun, and live to fight another day.</i></div><div><i>Like a super nova, that old life is over.</i></div><div><i>I'm here to stay. </i></div><div><i>Now I'm gonna be, </i></div><div><i>Invincible. </i></div><div><i>Woah-oh-oh-oh (x3)</i></div><div><i>Invincible.</i></div><div><i>
<br /></i></div><div><i>I've come a long, long way, </i></div><div><i>Made a lot of mistakes, </i></div><div><i>But I'm breathin, breathin, that's right and I mean it, mean it.</i></div><div><i>This time I'm a little run down, I've been living out loud.</i></div><div><i>I could beat it, beat it, that's right 'cause I'm feelin, feelin, </i></div><div><i>Invincible. </i></div><div><i>Woah-oh-oh-oh (x3)</i></div><div><i>Invincible.</i></div><div><i>Woah-oh-oh-oh (x3)</i></div><div><i>Invincible. </i></div><div>
<br /></div><div>HEDLEY - Invincible</div></div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-79008408978593780282011-08-29T07:18:00.001-04:002011-08-29T07:19:12.360-04:00New philosophyYou can only progress from where you really are ... not from where you pretend to be but you are not.<div>
<br /></div><div>How did I miss <b>that</b> lesson?</div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-49352001641171110952011-08-21T00:22:00.001-04:002011-08-21T00:24:11.080-04:00sometimes I hear your smile<div>I've been away from music for too long ... reconnecting with old favourites ...</div><div>
<br /></div><iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KEzD3gU7CKw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-5485631379867426192011-08-19T11:56:00.000-04:002011-08-19T12:01:08.592-04:00Musical interludeSomething about this song just speaks to me ...<div>
<br /></div><div><iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7NJqUN9TClM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-86519551731936520112011-08-17T10:17:00.002-04:002011-08-17T10:19:31.837-04:00a long time coming ...Who would have thought it would take me close to 50 years to grow up?<div>And little did I realize all that time that growing up really meant rediscovering innocence lost.</div><div>It's been a long hard road ... with an equally long hard road ahead ... but <b>this</b> time I know I have the tools and open eyes to actually enjoy the journey.</div><div>Sorry to those I've ignored and disrespected along the way ... if you inch closer, I promise I won't bite.</div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-92118740240307864692010-04-19T20:36:00.002-04:002010-04-19T20:43:02.964-04:00A long time coming ...once again I seem to have fallen asleep at the wheel ... and let a week or so pass without a word or two or three. I don't think it's that I'm <b>that</b> busy ... just <b>that</b> mentally tired at times. Or I've convinced myself that I'm too tired, and accept the excuse without thinking twice ... and voila ... time flashes by in the blink of an eye!<div><br /></div><div>okay time to wake up ... and shake things up a bit!</div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-86977407786847404162010-04-06T10:25:00.002-04:002010-04-06T10:29:23.775-04:00Holiday hangoverA holiday without a crisis? Impossible.<div>Maybe it's the sheer number of people in the family ... or then again, maybe we're just wired that way.</div><div><br /></div><div>A crisis is like climbing a mountain ... events snowballing up one side, stopping at the top to explode and for one second give a view of both sides ... and then barreling down the other side.</div><div><br /></div><div>All that action, once over and done ... leaves us spent and awash in anti-climax.</div><div><br /></div><div>And usually results in something akin to an emotional hangover the next day.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-83506944462530951542010-04-01T13:38:00.003-04:002010-04-01T13:38:59.444-04:00Pet Peeve of the Day... know what really gets me upset?<div><br /></div><div>... dog boogers on the windows!!</div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-13052562559496121312010-03-31T16:07:00.004-04:002010-04-01T13:38:13.597-04:00Not a rock to be found<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3qwmTfj7tit9SatP08_i9BS4B8cQFzIEijCYcRxyJA8BWoceoWMFBQn1Qusa6Z90oi7vkSG7-5zO_-5DX6VBWlL2cYVOrJabTFPmjaFuOmtFT21zmqueh_M5zNv90vEWTCXJrz0EkPzT/s1600/Rocks.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3qwmTfj7tit9SatP08_i9BS4B8cQFzIEijCYcRxyJA8BWoceoWMFBQn1Qusa6Z90oi7vkSG7-5zO_-5DX6VBWlL2cYVOrJabTFPmjaFuOmtFT21zmqueh_M5zNv90vEWTCXJrz0EkPzT/s400/Rocks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455177680495706354" /></a>Suburbs give you the illusion of not being city-dwelling folk. Why there are trees and grassy knolls, parks and playgrounds ... seemingly open spaces. How can that be city living?<div><br /></div><div>Ahhh ... but it's all an illusion for there's not a rock to be found!<div><br /></div><div>Stefani's class is studying rock formations. Her homework assignment was to bring a rock to school. </div><div><br /></div><div>"That should be easy," I said without thinking. So out the door we went and into the open field ... and walked along the shores of this tiny creek ... well that might be exaggerating somewhat ... so let's call it a creeklet. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sure there were big slabs of granite ... bedrock ... but as for rocks or stones ... nothing but erosion polished bricks and cement globs leftover from some construction project. Pebbles - sure. But not a rock to be found!</div><div><br /></div><div>So after 30 minutes of fruitless but adventurous searching (Stefani <b>did</b> get to walk through the muck and splash in the creeklet with her galoshes) ... I tried to think of somewhere within a 5 - 10 minute drive from here that might harbour some fist-sized rocks.</div><div><br /></div><div>Believe it or not ... outside of people's rock gardens ... I couldn't think of any!</div><div><br /></div><div>That's when our next door neighbour came to the rescue ... and offered up one of their rocks from their garden. Mission accomplished!</div><div><br /></div><div>You may be wondering how the neighbour had rocks and we couldn't find any? Simple. We live in the suburbs remember? They bought their rocks!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now that blows my mind!!</div></div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-34513129344224432102010-03-31T10:41:00.003-04:002010-03-31T10:49:39.585-04:00Mid-week wonderingsSo it's Wednesday ... the week's half done. Or I guess if I use the half-empty, half-full analogy ... the week's still got lots of "oomph" left.<div><br /></div><div>Seems to me there's a lot of focus on getting to the end of the week ... as though a pot of gold lays in wait. Sure, there's pay-checks and a few days respite from the working world. But don't most of us continue to work over the weekend? Whether it be business or house-work or family chores ... there's really no rest for the wicked.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nevertheless, Friday waves its checkered flag and most of us breath a sigh of relief once we've crossed that finish line. We've mastered another marathon!</div><div><br /></div><div>That's probably why I've got a soft spot for Wednesday or "hump day ... it's a day where you can stand on its hump and peer ahead and behind ... giving the week a once over. It's like a stop at the control station ... you can adjust as needed ... maybe let up on the productivity a little or adjust the work-play levels ... correct your route if you've strayed a little off path.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know about you ... but that's what I'm up to today.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-72343818637747014462010-03-30T14:48:00.004-04:002010-03-30T14:55:52.319-04:00Catching up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYP-uMhinZY7vbqY0bxYMO-EUFVPDjgUCL1OHLB3gaNtGtNVIlgF3wlSXV7vs9UVb-iaE0yE_r2dWQMz4ORCi5jX3OhqYLIyq7e9WF94aguTE2DzGJRLjeynbiNWRgtD229yj2zHbMljwf/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYP-uMhinZY7vbqY0bxYMO-EUFVPDjgUCL1OHLB3gaNtGtNVIlgF3wlSXV7vs9UVb-iaE0yE_r2dWQMz4ORCi5jX3OhqYLIyq7e9WF94aguTE2DzGJRLjeynbiNWRgtD229yj2zHbMljwf/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454502022746284674" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLUuQfFZpj8j3lAKr0MRwbNm9UNjGElbyLe0LM4wOVTgsBomV_sq-qlhBtxl8YJX_vyVMAU9uG7gttQ8Aq1eHi4yNPnke30LqauWjoRAykDcso1kIZjjj_B-a-u2obs2QTXEErXGYYb63/s1600/IMG_0340.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLUuQfFZpj8j3lAKr0MRwbNm9UNjGElbyLe0LM4wOVTgsBomV_sq-qlhBtxl8YJX_vyVMAU9uG7gttQ8Aq1eHi4yNPnke30LqauWjoRAykDcso1kIZjjj_B-a-u2obs2QTXEErXGYYb63/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454501897511127890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjasKu24KdOkZy-NVT5sZn_SAG1kHJsNetQrnm49rgySJmqJ9nmmK0oAF_yCnJhSOJB8v_WHn9wScax4ZfeCZyCi2Z3nffpnOjO5abCZ1NEutjdHpa1JGekPmtG3cAv9v6wrSSapgBznHMa/s1600/IMG_0340.JPG"><br /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's been a few days ... let's see what have I been up to?<div>Stef had a movie shoot ... that went well though it was sooo cold (minus 10 with the windchill) and poor thing had to film in a flimsy dress. But I was there as chief blanket holder ... and the rest of the cast and crew were gracious and great people so it was all fun! Should be an interesting short to see ... as it was filmed in B & W ... and the only color will be the red of her ribbons.</div><div><br /></div><div>We're off again after school to do some post sound editing on a project she did last November.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thankfully, her schedule is clear for the next couple of weeks ... and she can focus on other things!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-27822752314107127992010-03-26T11:41:00.003-04:002010-03-26T11:45:40.491-04:00waiting ...Seems I do an awful lot of waiting ...<div>waiting for the weather to get warmer ...</div><div>waiting for the phone to ring ...</div><div>waiting for the water to boil ...</div><div>waiting for the world to change ...</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I'm waiting on all kinds of things ... but mostly waiting for Dave to call or come home. He's getting two cancerous (apparently basal) lesions removed from his forehead.</div><div>He already called once to say that the lesions are deeper than anticipated and that he's waiting on the biopsies ... since they may have to cut out even more.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't think there's any terrible news awaiting us ... but it's certainly given Dave a scare.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I, selfishly, just want to stop waiting ...</div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-37375632437173919912010-03-22T14:30:00.002-04:002010-03-22T14:32:52.023-04:00Cold and loudIt's cold today ... we've been spoiled by the almost 20 degree weather the last week or so ... so it feels even colder, if that's possible.<div><br /></div><div>And if that weren't bad enough ... there's a bulldozer in the lot behind this house demolishing what's left of a house. And that means ... the bulldozer will be followed by the sounds of builders building.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have you ever noticed how loud progress or change can be?</div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-89874022752205479892010-03-19T10:01:00.002-04:002010-03-19T10:05:09.896-04:00FridazeI've been up for a few hours now ... taking care of business and now updating blogs. I can hear the birds chirping outside ... guess they're getting ready for another beautiful day (which will be three in a row with temperatures above a15 degrees ... Celsius, that is).<div><br /></div><div>Dave's golfing ... Stef's just waking up ... and I've got no idea what today will bring. Guess we'll go with the flow ...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575381511835834836.post-88081325128471851872010-03-15T08:18:00.003-04:002010-03-15T08:23:32.340-04:00workshop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje42Su3MH-6R5f9QQZjlcMmcAsrupbQS8THS_PECAxs8CWZ67GjICKdc9xskaB-EUYmYAmfa5WXvDFROJCNjxhltXKip8C3RHmyCstsAi0g_HGgUJsYV0YRDjo5nAQ4UpYVTyB0ybgFT-o/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje42Su3MH-6R5f9QQZjlcMmcAsrupbQS8THS_PECAxs8CWZ67GjICKdc9xskaB-EUYmYAmfa5WXvDFROJCNjxhltXKip8C3RHmyCstsAi0g_HGgUJsYV0YRDjo5nAQ4UpYVTyB0ybgFT-o/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448834627649819570" /></a>Stefani went to one of those "celebrity workshops" yesterday ... she was invited so we didn't have to pay the big bucks. Can't remember the guy's name ... but he was the boyfriend on Wizards of Waverly Place.<div><br /></div><div>Usually she doesn't get much out of those workshops ... but something he said clicked ... and "eureka" she can cry on cue. She was doing it all afternoon!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Going to Fallsview for a March Break overnight with one of her school friends, Victoria. Should be fun!</div>PeacefulChaoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12738076838587988627noreply@blogger.com0