Wednesday, July 29, 2015

A Collection of Becky Greene Facebook Statuses:

And now... 

A Collection of Becky Greene Facebook Statuses :



May 14
Hey hey hey! Guess what time it is?!!
Time to Love Becky Hour! For the next hour everyone can take a moment (or several) to think of me, Becky. I'm an animal person, huge Madonna fan, have tiny lips, scrumptiously curvy hips and i never fail to make ya smile. I love to be the center of attention but I'm introverted as hell. I genuinely care and worry about every single person on the planet.Sometimes I feel like a nut. Sometimes I...


May 20
And now for a more serious note: I just witnessed a kid pacing on top of a building threatening to jump.
He's with the proper authorities now and God willing, getting the help he needs.
This isn't meant for arguments, its simply a view from a perspective: my best translation from mental illness to non metal illness.
People at the end don't see clearly. They're not trying to be selfish when they make those threats. Most of the time they fully believe that they're doing everyone they love a favor by....leaving this world. They know they cause worry, sadness, stress, etc so they believe an end to their life would be just ripping off a bandaid in yours. When you tell them they're loved, they can't hear it, not like you want them to. When you say it'll get better, they know its not. Call it hallucinations if you need logic, just proceed with caution. Watch what words you use and hug that person off the ledge. And then afterwards, don't forget, cause their troubles aren't over. To them, they're never over. Please don't respond with anger. Be empathetic.
Still a little shaken up so maybe someone could pm me if they know the kid. Authorities only do so much; community, friends and family does more IMO

May 21 (the day of the "Incident"
geesh, having a rough week. I need to work on how I handle confrontation. Really wish the world didn't like fighting so much. I'd rather just play on the floor, maybe read a good book.

June 2
Happy Tuesday (I originally typed Monday- boy I would've looked dumb herrderr), Late-Checking-Facebook-So-I'll-Do-It-After-Work/School People, I bring to you tidings of Becky. With a side order of Becky. Topped with Becky. Sprinkled with Becky. Lotta-love-on-the-side-Becky. And just for good measure, Becky all in a bundle. Yes. Vomiting love every which way, hope ya get some on ya!

June 12
I just found out that someone actually has a severe hatred for me simply because I'm sensitive. Wow, the world really gets darker, doesn't it? It's actually a few people and I'm related to them! You know how you're supposed to reach out when you're at the end? Well, don't. At least don't reach out to the wrong person/people because they'll actually push you instead of holding you. It's honestly one of the scariest things I've ever had to deal with

June 15
You know the term, "must be nice..."? It's used too much and it's rude. I mentioned before that no one knows what any one person is truly feeling except themselves. Don't pretend to know what someone else is going through, even if you have the same tragedies, the same parents, or even the same kind of dog, you still do not know what that person is feeling.
I read some things regarding report cards up here. There's too many politics involved for me (or anyone) to place blame in any one area, so why am I reading titles like, "Parents need to step up and give educators a failing grade" Uhm. Wtf? I read it and it elaborated a little more objectively. A little. The article still stated that "it must be nice" for teachers to get all that time off, and get great tax breaks, and so on.
Must be nice for the parents to f off somewhere while our kids are watched, disciplined, and taught for 6 hours every day. Must be nice getting those really awesome homemade Mothers and Fathers Day cards that they make at the "giant babysitting facility". Must be nice to see them fed and get regular excersise every day. Must be nice hearing about the interesting field trip or the cool science experiment.
Must be nice. One adult: 30 kids: 35-50 hours a week. Maybe it's just me, but I don't think I could do that and kudos to the ones that do. Here, take my taxpayer money! Is there anything else that should really take priority over our kids's future? Well I think they should be paid like doctors cause they're saving their lives before they need saving.
...Maybe I'm just a big ignorant turd but hey, isn't that what we all are?

Then on June 16 a friend posted my old website that I started in 1997. I wrote the whole website out in entirely html because I wanted my own website and I wanted it unique and without templates
......ok ok truth is, I didn't know there was templates and when I did, it was too confusing to switch so I just kept adding to the code stuff that I knew. I even bought a book to teach me some of the basic tags used. I wanted to go bigger so I got a book to teach me Visual Interdev which is a program that uses ASP (active server script) which works like Java

Anyhoo, here ya go : Becky's Not Too Shabby Website

June 23
Art comes in many forms to this chickadee and I think I need it all to express me and my multitude of "personalities". I think that's why I've always been drawn to rainbows; they're too colorful to make up their minds.
Yesterday I crafted. Today I write. Tomorrow I'll paint.
Working on my writing skills with my blog lately. Basically my digital voice. You know how some people yell to get their point across? Well, I write. That's my voice and I'm not too bad at it. That's why I say "working" on it; my writing is still pretty raw. And worse: I can't take (even constructive) criticism well.
lufluf

July 9
I gots all kinds of stuffs in my mind! Why does it relentlessly ask me this? Every. Single. Time.
My brain is like a snowstorm; every little flake is different and there's so darn much of it! (Were you expecting something more philosophical or poetic maybe?)
Ehem.
I mean the overwhelming nature of my incessantly changing thoughts can get pretty disorienting, much like a snowstorm. And my rabid thoughts (yes I'm going with rabid) bury bigger things like cars, houses, and people.
Sometimes I get really self absorbed with my own worries that I miss some things that are literally right in front of me and it makes me look mean and selfish. I know a lot of people who are shy but it can be perceived to strangers as them being jerk face nuggets. They're not.
I believe that the world is basically good. Most people don't intend to be jerks. I have to believe that. (I'm a soft pink bunny under a rainbow and fluffy clouds) Some people might be having a hard day. Some people are just shy. Some people are just concerned with their own busy lives. If you ever asked them if they care, they'll tell you, "yes, of course".
My mind won't sit still today. Not even sure made a point. But here we go; for everyone to see wink emoticon

Monday, July 27, 2015

Glamping in Ontario

Glamping in Ontario


So I went on my ladies only camping last weekend! A very dear friend of mine bought the old Storyland property in Renfrew and has been turning into a glamping site with pool and spa. 

For anyone not in the loop, glamping is glamourous camping and it's fabulous! For those of us who want to enjoy the quiet serenity of the woods but still want our WiFi close at hand, glamping is the thing for you!


In the winter, Ontario blankets itself in thick white snow and it's not long before the snowmobiles mark their territories with mazes of winding trails. 

Yep, she has plans for those fellas, too!

All season pool, spa, hiking, fishing, swimming! I  even saw her yoga studio!!! Yoga studio!!

Pretty sure I lost about 5 pounds over the weekend just walking around the trails. Didn't even notice til I got home cause I was too busy enjoying myself.

Now for the important lesson here: Take time for yourself. I feel sad that I only see most of these ladies once a year but every year I get to know them all a little more. Most of them have daughters so I love to hear stories of pinkness, glitter, unicorns, dresses, and dolls so much that I just sit there grinning. 

It might look a little creepy to those not in the know: 

Boys. They are everywhere in my family. Out of 4 kids my dad had, all with families, came to a total of 12 grand kids thus far. I have two nieces. Yes. Two. One of them was just born and lives 300 miles south of me and the other is living on the other side of the continent. I'm a girly girl of girls. I have Barbie dolls. I love love LOVE girly things and I had 3 boys. Three very masculine and boyish boys who play video games and watch sports.

Anyway, round two of Ladies Camping is set for August 29th weekend so hopefully I can get some actual pictures of the actual place. 

Holding my head up a bit higher these days. Prozac helps, but sunshine works quicker :)



Acknowledge everyone and their work

I'm totally open to good advice. In fact I'm actually pretty unsure of myself a lot and prefer that someone makes the choices. Guess that's why Mike and I make a good match. Where I need him, he's there and where he needs me, I'm there. Yes, he needs me. Heh, if you knew me personally you might laugh. But if you've ever seen him make the most simplest meals or ask him to do up a load of laundry, there's a darn good chance that he's going to make it....sub par. I'd like to say disaster but that's not the case.

(Come on, Ladies, you know you do it too; he always misses a spot or several with dishes, there's always lint on dark laundry, ya know, sub par)

I'll tell ya right now that I'd rather make a three course meal at suppertime with all the trimmings than lug  around 90 pounds of 8 inch thick pressed plywood and fiberglass that are 8 and 9 feet tall. And that's not the hardest part, that's just all in a day's work.

My husband is a form setter. He's one third of a 3 man crew that makes foundations for houses. Yes, he's deliciously ripped....and healthy, yes, ehem, healthy so he lives forever heehee.

I'm a stay at home mom. There's more to it than that, as all stay at home moms know. I'm happy to say that I have a very understanding husband that knows and acknowledges how mentally and emotionally exhausting my days get. And I'm proud to say I think I do a good job of acknowledging how physically exhausting his job gets.

We have a marriage. We have a partnership that's not equal but it's balanced.

He doesn't cook half the meals or change half the diapers, just like I don't lug half his panels. We're balanced to meet our strengths and weaknesses. I really don't know how single parents do it.

Kudos to people who do it.
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