<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974224987083565413</id><updated>2012-01-16T12:53:02.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morticia's Wacky World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Morticia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820768513451967900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SKBQ2NpMscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcebens_rk/s1600-R/Teklalaadvina.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974224987083565413.post-8760079915715290591</id><published>2011-11-23T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:20:59.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jamie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today should have seen your family celebrating your 16th birthday.  Instead there is quietness where laughter should have been.  Tears where there should be smiles.  Remembering past happy occasions rather than this somber one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope you are looking down and seeing all the people you have affected and brought together and by doing so helped.  I know you didn't think you could make a difference from this side but in your passing you have made a huge difference not only to the people who knew you but to those that only learned of you after and have got to know you through articles,  your youtube video's and listening to stories shared by those that did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Everyone misses you... xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974224987083565413-8760079915715290591?l=morticia13ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8760079915715290591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974224987083565413&amp;postID=8760079915715290591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/8760079915715290591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/8760079915715290591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-jamie.html' title='Happy Birthday Jamie'/><author><name>Morticia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820768513451967900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SKBQ2NpMscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcebens_rk/s1600-R/Teklalaadvina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974224987083565413.post-3988698437241399690</id><published>2011-11-11T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:19:18.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Not Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is another post I made on FB.  It was written October 18th, 2011.  The monday after my cousins son Jamie Hubley took his life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Since Monday I haven't stopped crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today I got so angry at the use of what I feel is a very derogatory term.  Was I being overly sensitive?  Maybe.  Are there other reasons for my anger? Yes.  A dear friend of mine talked to me and asked me this question.  I fell apart.  I'm angry with what has happened.  I feel like I have let my cousin Wendy, her husband Al, her son Josh and most importantly Jamie down.  That if I had of seen or known I could have done something to prevent this.  To shield him from the pain.  To let him know it's ok to be different and most importantly to give him a hug.  I'm suppose to be a healer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you read his father's statement you will see that although Jamie was gay his wasn't the reason he took his life.  He suffered from depression.  Caused by bullying, him accepting his sexuality and wanting to feel loved.  One of the last times we saw him he seemed proud that he was gay.  He talked about going to the gay pride parade and was so excited about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jamie was a loving, caring boy.  He wanted to help others in any way he could.  He couldn't do it from this side but through those that he has left behind he will.  We will.  We need to fight for him.  We need to speak out against Bullying.  We need to stop it in it's tracks before yet another young life is taken from us.  We cannot forget.  We will not forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974224987083565413-3988698437241399690?l=morticia13ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3988698437241399690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974224987083565413&amp;postID=3988698437241399690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/3988698437241399690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/3988698437241399690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-will-not-forget_11.html' title='We Will Not Forget'/><author><name>Morticia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820768513451967900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SKBQ2NpMscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcebens_rk/s1600-R/Teklalaadvina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974224987083565413.post-7909450798137975456</id><published>2011-11-11T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:01:20.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching and Learning Responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wrote this October 5th, 2011 and blogged it on fb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm rather miffed.... I hear parents complaining that their child lack responsibility.  I shake my head and seriously wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've taught my daughter responsibility from a very young age.  To be responsible for the decisions you make and not to blame others if they don't turn out or because you made the wrong choice.... I try to guide her in the decisions and choices as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As some of you know The Little Witch plays hockey.  House League mind you.  This is a "TEAM" sport.  One of the first rules before she even started this was that she try it at camp before she commit herself to a team.  Because if she didn't like it there was no backing out once she was on a team.  She had a "RESPONSIBILITY" to the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Last year we had an awesome team and only issues with 2 that the parents/child thought it was ok for their child to miss practice or a game for something other than sickness or being away.  Most of the parents saw things as I did.  Their daughters had a "RESPONSIBILITY" to the team to be at practice.  To learn the drills.  To go on to the ice and try their best and have fun as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Some parents are too busy themself to ensure thier child gets to practice.  If that is the case I'm sure another parent wouldn't mind driving.  I've done it and as a single parent had to ask someone to pick up and drop off as I couldn't take time off work.  Some parents have their child in 4 different things and of course conflicts occur. You can't do this if your child is playing a Team Sport. Or if you do that Team Sport can't be the one that sufferes.  Wake up people.  These are the parents that are going to whine when their child gets less ice time than a child who was at all the practices.  Do they not see that their child is letting the "TEAM" down and that the other team members see this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This year it seems worse.  Last practice 5 were missing.  It was a Sunday afternoon at 2 pm.  Lets see what tonight brings shall we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974224987083565413-7909450798137975456?l=morticia13ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7909450798137975456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974224987083565413&amp;postID=7909450798137975456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/7909450798137975456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/7909450798137975456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/2011/11/teaching-and-learning-responsibility.html' title='Teaching and Learning Responsibility'/><author><name>Morticia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820768513451967900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SKBQ2NpMscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcebens_rk/s1600-R/Teklalaadvina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974224987083565413.post-8280471570085698989</id><published>2011-09-15T13:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:34:29.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update.</title><content type='html'>Well I'm annoyed because I just wrote a big update and when I went to save it it didn't save...So here is another... condensed version.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer sucked...weather was not that great and we have a bully for a new owner at the campgound.  We have however found a new campsite for next year...YEAH... and look forward to that.  The little Witch and I tried getting out in the little trailer whenever we could.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a new member to the zoo, Merlin.  A little pure black stay we found about a month ago now.  He is 6 months old.  Golden eyes.  A real mummy's boy.  The girls and Lucifer weren't overly impressed but they all seem to be getting along better now.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Little Witch tried out for competitive Hockey but unfortunately wasn't fast enough.  They like what they see but she needs more speed.  She did very well for a little girl who has only played for one year and I'm very proud of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started a business on the side as a Mary Kay Independent Beauty Consultant.  It is slowly taking off.  Even having lived here all my life I really don't know a lot of people.  I have a couple of private make overs to do when we find out the hockey schedule.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Little Witch has new braces...which is a joy doing groceries and figuring out what to eat.  They don't seem to be painful but more of an annoyance when it comes to chewing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and a funny.... The Little Witch has a boyfriend.... he is a little young and quite a bit shorter...then again she is 12 and 5'7" almost 8" tall.  He plays hockey and also wants to join the military... He is a real cutie.  Nice, well mannered.  I already knew about it for a good month before she told me.  But she tells me by text.  LMAO.  We took him with us to see his first concert which was Katy Perry.  They were very boring and didn't even hold hands.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is semi grounded right now.  know that she did not have unlimited texting in the month of August she placed and received 956 Text messages.  $165 add on to the phone bill.  Mummy was not impressed.  She was told last night there would be consequences.  This morning she was told that when she gets home she is to empty, fill and run the dish washer.  Sort the laundry in the hall and put away what doesn't belong in the hall.  If this is not done to my satisfaction she will loose her phone use except during the school day.  Our new plans have unlimited text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I keep saying I will be good and update more...and it doesn't happen but just nothing much happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974224987083565413-8280471570085698989?l=morticia13ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8280471570085698989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974224987083565413&amp;postID=8280471570085698989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/8280471570085698989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/8280471570085698989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/2011/09/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update.'/><author><name>Morticia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820768513451967900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SKBQ2NpMscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcebens_rk/s1600-R/Teklalaadvina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974224987083565413.post-7676327402033631099</id><published>2011-05-27T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T14:52:35.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I wrote this but never posted it... I think it is now time to post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div class="uiHeader uiHeaderBottomBorder mbm" style="margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); padding-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix uiHeaderTop" style="display: block; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(28, 42, 71); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Third Anniversary&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 5px; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/maureen.brill" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Maureen Brill&lt;/a&gt; on Tuesday, March 1, 2011 at 10:34am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 5px; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 5px; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 5px; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 5px; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 5px; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;Today marks the 3rd anniversary of your passing.  Even the knowing you are with us and protecting us does not seem to fill the void that was created by your passing.  It wasn't your time.  You were taken from us too soon.  Helped on by someone elses illness and ignorance.  All of which makes it very difficult for me to let go.  I know you want me to.  You do not want to see me consumed by this greif and anger.  When I have called to you to help heal you have come.  It is now time for me to complete the healing process.  To forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; margin-bottom: 20px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; I have decided that this year on the anniversary of your marriage to mum I shall burry your ashes with her as you asked.  Erinn and I shall celebrate your life and not your passing.  We shall shed tears of joy in the time we spent with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;We shall always miss you and think of you.  You were kind and supportive.  You didn't judge.  Evem with all our faults I know you were proud of me and I of you.  You taught me to fish, golf, use a hammer and most importantly to take care of myself.  To be independent.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;It is time to move on now daddy.  Erinn and I will always miss you, need you, love you and will never forget you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;xo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974224987083565413-7676327402033631099?l=morticia13ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7676327402033631099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974224987083565413&amp;postID=7676327402033631099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/7676327402033631099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/7676327402033631099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/2011/05/third-anniversary.html' title='Third Anniversary'/><author><name>Morticia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820768513451967900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SKBQ2NpMscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcebens_rk/s1600-R/Teklalaadvina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974224987083565413.post-170395633422079982</id><published>2010-04-04T23:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:45:03.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Her father strikes again</title><content type='html'>Today we were to have Turkey for Easter.  With Stuffing (home made), mashed, brussel sprouts, gravy, sweet potatoes (gag) and strawberry rhubarb pie..... Just as I was getting ready to make the stuffing the Little Witches father calls to ask her to dinner with his family.  They were having German Sausages at his brother's down the street.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made birds nests for her to take with her.  Chocolate Rice Krispies shaped into birds nests with jelly beans and peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left at 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even an hour and half later he calls.  He is buggering off.  Leaving the Little Witch there to walk home with Opa.  She was playing with her cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the man who even though he lives across the street she see's very little of.  Why you ask.  Cause his bottle of beer and friends are more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has even said to me that she is not making suggestions for them to do things.  He can.   She was all impressed when he called and suggested that they go down hill skiing on family day till I said that I had thought it was a great idea and that was why I had suggested it too him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first year after we separated he continued to live here and sleep in the basement.  I thought it would be better for her.  She had just turned 5.  But she saw very little of him.  Then I finally told him he had to be out by the end of the year.  The day he left she had a little cry asked me why.  I explained that I didn't love him anymore.  She wanted to know why.  I told her maybe when she was older I would explain.  "Try me now" was her response.  I told her that rather than let his actions hurt me anymore I had stopped loving him.  She said she understood and off to sleep she went.  She has never cried since over him not being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have explained to her that he is sick.  That it has nothing to do with her and I.  That until he realizes and wants help there is nothing we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following year after he moved out she had a couple of sleep overs.  Once on his weekend and then when I had to go away.  Every other time something came up.  He had to help someone.  The year after it was her turn.  She made excuses.  Even to saying "I have to help mummy clean".  She may as well have said "I have to wash my hair".  It has been like that ever since.  They have on occasions gone shopping or skating.  But that was only for an hour or two.  Oh and I think she had a sleep over at the cottage a couple of times but cried for me so he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have left it up to her.  If she wants to spend time with him go for it.  If she wants to call him go right ahead.  But if he is not careful he is going to loose her more than he already has.  She wants to spend time with him.   To her it looks one sided.  That she is the only one making the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he calls.  Not ever day.  Not always sober either.  She knows.  She isn't stupid.  She gets off the phone and says "He's been drinking" or my all time favorite "He isn't listening to me".  She has even told me where he is drinking now.  How she knows is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also pays child support... not always on time but does pay it.  Still owes me for 2 Christmas's  ago mind you... this Christmas I didn't even bother to tell him his half.  Which reminds me he still owes her a birthday present from last year.  Oh well... we can't ask for everything... I hear alcohol kills brain cells and memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974224987083565413-170395633422079982?l=morticia13ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/feeds/170395633422079982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974224987083565413&amp;postID=170395633422079982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/170395633422079982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/170395633422079982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/2010/04/her-father-strikes-again.html' title='Her father strikes again'/><author><name>Morticia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820768513451967900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SKBQ2NpMscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcebens_rk/s1600-R/Teklalaadvina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974224987083565413.post-3437810579409393415</id><published>2010-03-03T20:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:35:09.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to my Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/S48OPnmbYDI/AAAAAAAAABU/RLGL7ANKjeU/s1600-h/s648855637_544817_6372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/S48OPnmbYDI/AAAAAAAAABU/RLGL7ANKjeU/s320/s648855637_544817_6372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444586136005206066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was very early the morning of March  1, 2008. The day before we were to leave to fly out west to celebrate  everyone’s birthday. You had been sick . Bone Cancer. I knew it would be  the last time we saw you. I woke and heard Erinn giggle twice in her  sleep. We had fallen asleep watching a movie in my room. The phone rang  and I knew. I knew you were gone. We would never have the chance to say  to you all the things we wanted to say. The things we take for granted  you know but should have told you just the same. You were a great dad,  supportive and caring. You were a shoulder to lean on or cry on when I  needed. No matter how old I was I was daddy’s girl. You never once said I  told you so. You were an awesome grandfather to Erinn. In everything  you did you could see how much you loved her and she adored you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I was younger I thought that maybe you  would have preferred Paul had been the survivor. That you would have  rather a son than a daughter. Mum said no. That wasn’t the case. That  you were the one that went to the hospital and visited because she  couldn’t become attached to yet another baby that would in all likely  hood also die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You knew  how I felt about Mary. That it took everything in me to be polite for  your sake. So you came to visit us. You told me she was company cause at  your age and with your diabetes it wasn’t like you could “get it up”. I  remember laughing when you said that. I know you cared for her though.  You tried helping her financially when she had difficulty. She helped  take care of you when you had your knee done. You told people she was  crazy and I guess you felt a responsibility to help her as she had  helped you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and I  spoke every Sunday. I miss those phone calls and so does Erinn. Things  happen and I go to pick up the phone to tell you. Then I remember you  aren’t there to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When  Erinn woke she knew. She said you had come to her to say good bye. That  she saw Lady was with you and Nanna. Funny how she knew. She had never  seen a picture of mum. When she did she said “That was the lady with  Grandpa and Lady.” She knew that was mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you are with us every day. Protecting  and guiding us as you did when you were alive. Erinn feels you with  her. Sometimes it makes her sad. She will break out in tears because she  misses you. Me I cry at the silliest of things. The day I accepted the  offer on your house and then the day it closed. Wicked sense of humor by  the way. Offer made Friday the 13th with a closing date of April 1st.  Only you would get a chuckle out of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People say it gets better. But this is year 2  and it seems harder than ever not to burst into tears and to hold it  together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you  daddy and I miss you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974224987083565413-3437810579409393415?l=morticia13ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3437810579409393415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974224987083565413&amp;postID=3437810579409393415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/3437810579409393415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/3437810579409393415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-to-my-dad_03.html' title='Letter to my Dad'/><author><name>Morticia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820768513451967900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SKBQ2NpMscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcebens_rk/s1600-R/Teklalaadvina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/S48OPnmbYDI/AAAAAAAAABU/RLGL7ANKjeU/s72-c/s648855637_544817_6372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974224987083565413.post-2306595289295883947</id><published>2009-12-02T11:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:35:17.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok... I"m bad... Been a year since I updated... Sorry... things kind of got away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even forgot my password which was a pain in the butt to retreive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SxfiXQVz2eI/AAAAAAAAABM/fygzLL_LaN4/s1600-h/kittens.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411042366460254690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SxfiXQVz2eI/AAAAAAAAABM/fygzLL_LaN4/s200/kittens.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We now have 2 more kittens. Fondly known as the devil children. Wicca and Esme. Miss. Midnight was a sucker kitten. She was so good and well behaved. These two.... lets just say it's it's a good thing they are cute. 3 phone chargers and one RAZAR Game mouse that cost me $80 to replace later....OH and an Ipod charger that was lets say not even 24 hours old.... lord knows what else the little darlings have chewed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are identical except in size and temperment. Both black with a couple of white's in the exact same spot on their chest. Wicca is bigger and more like Midnight. She cuddles when she wants to and not in front of anyone. "God forbid anyone seeing me have cuddles with mummy". Esme on the other hand although smaller is the bully. She is also the cuddles kitten. She purrs non-stop. They were born March 9th which is the same day as the little witches birthday. We went for one to keep Midnight company and how can you decide between 2 idential little kittens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear the 2 of them have powers of their own. Strange things have happened since they arrived. Like lights turning off. Computers being closed down. Midnight found in a draw that was closed night at the trailer. Gemlin sort of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also bought a 28 ft homestead trailer. Which we parked about 40 mins from the house. The little witch and I spend most weekends up there with the critters and a week up there with Speedy and Auntie Jobthingy. It was definitely relaxing and good for the healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little Witch and I have been getting hot stone massages.... TO DIE FOR... They have helped her arm so much and she had them done to the sinus... she is so tickled pink about getting them done... we are going to miss our favorite massager as she doesn't travel in the winter.... sniff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Christmas is just around the corner and I'm not looking forward to it. I wish I could just curl up in bed and pull the blankets over my head and have it go away...but that is another long story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974224987083565413-2306595289295883947?l=morticia13ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2306595289295883947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974224987083565413&amp;postID=2306595289295883947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/2306595289295883947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/2306595289295883947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-bad.html' title='My Bad'/><author><name>Morticia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820768513451967900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SKBQ2NpMscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcebens_rk/s1600-R/Teklalaadvina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SxfiXQVz2eI/AAAAAAAAABM/fygzLL_LaN4/s72-c/kittens.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974224987083565413.post-1876461568229119496</id><published>2008-10-03T12:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:56:54.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>Ugggg ... This weekend is going to be nuts.... or at least tomorrow is.  We have Breakfast to go to, then back to the house to have someone drop off Core Plastic so I can get working on the Christmas Parade Float.  Go get my hair cut because my silly cousin didn't realize when I said "can you do my hair" that I wanted it cut not just colored.  Then off to the Shrink (will explain in another post).  Then Chapters to meet Auntie A.  Dinner and after that the Haunted Walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait though... guess who is coming next weekend?  Want a hint?&lt;br /&gt;These words he speaks are true. We're all humanary stew if. We don't pledge allegiance to. The Black Widow. The horror that he brings. The horror of his sting. The unholiest of kings. The Black Widow. Our minds will be his toy. And every girl and boy will learn to be employed by The Black Widow. Love me. Yes we love me. Love him. Yes we love him. Love me. Yes we love him. He sits upon his throne and picks at all the bones of his Husbands and his Wives he's devoured. He stares with a gleam. With a laugh so obscene at the virgins and the children He's deflowered. Love me. Yes we love me. Love him. Yes we love him. Love me. Yes we love him. Love me. Yes we love him. Our thoughts are hot and crazed. Our brains are webbed in haze Of mindless senseless daze. The Black Widow. These words he speaks are true. We're all humanary stewIf we don't pledge allegiance to The Black Widow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little's Witches father though is having a spazz that I'm taking her..."She is too young... what about everyone smoking up"   Hello... this is not the 70's.  Oh the best "Our parents didn't take us to concerts"  Cough Cough... Could you see my mother going to a Rock Concert... I don't think so.  The concert is at the Civic Center.  Only about 3 sections are being used so it's limited.  There isn't going to be any smoking up trust me... well at least not during.  Alice Cooper is such a showman too... The Little Witch is going to love it... She reminds me about it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974224987083565413-1876461568229119496?l=morticia13ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1876461568229119496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974224987083565413&amp;postID=1876461568229119496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/1876461568229119496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/1876461568229119496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/2008/10/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>Morticia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820768513451967900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SKBQ2NpMscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcebens_rk/s1600-R/Teklalaadvina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974224987083565413.post-1502181482925707805</id><published>2008-09-27T10:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:16:58.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Culprits</title><content type='html'>Cough Cough... yes the little witch and I are the culprits who got Jobthingy and Speed hooked on Webkinz... what can I say.  It's fun and amusing.  It actually teaches the rugrats responsibility.  They have to feed their pets daily.  Take them to the doctor when sick.  They can buy clothes, furniture etc for them.  You can create different rooms for them.  Even create a garden to grow your own food...which you have to tend... water, rake, harvest.  Quizzy Corner is good for learning.  Some of the questions are really hard also... It is also one of the safest sites I have found for kids to play on.  You can chat with others but it's pre written chat...you can't type yourself what you want to say...you have to pick from a list.  So if there are any other mums and you want to add broomhilda13 to your friends list go for it.  No we aren't loosers... It is something we can do with the rugrats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974224987083565413-1502181482925707805?l=morticia13ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1502181482925707805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974224987083565413&amp;postID=1502181482925707805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/1502181482925707805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/1502181482925707805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/2008/09/culprits.html' title='Culprits'/><author><name>Morticia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820768513451967900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SKBQ2NpMscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcebens_rk/s1600-R/Teklalaadvina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974224987083565413.post-7603166231622812828</id><published>2008-09-26T08:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:13:54.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People Can be such idiots</title><content type='html'>People can be such idiots.  They assume that because you are Wiccan and into Wicca that you cast spells and hexes on others.... HELLO... That is not what it's all about people.  I suggest you try google and read.  A true Wiccan follows the Rede.  These Eight words the Rede fulfill: "An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will".  Tell me what other religion practices that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Muppet aka the Little Witch is going to a Catholic School and it's past time for her Confirmation etc.  She is being raised Catholic till she is old enough to make up her own mind.  But.... I feel she already knows... she is very smart.  I had the pleasure of phoning our Parish Church.... Talk about Queen B answering the phone.  "You aren't in our Parish"... Um yes I am... my daughter is cross boarder... "Do you go to Church?"  .... Um Nope.  Just wait till they find out why... LOL... that should be interesting don't you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer that Wiccan is the oldest religion and that all others are a branch off.  There are so many similarities.  But of course we couldn't have people worshipping a Goddess now could we ... has to be a man... cough cough... NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I finally have almost all of my Alter stuff... my Athame came in...OMG it's beautiful.  I ordered a few more things last night and I still have to get an incense burner that takes Charcoal to burn the incense... I'm picky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a problem picking my Wiccan name... Most go with Willow or something nature.  I happen to like Morticia or even Morgana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974224987083565413-7603166231622812828?l=morticia13ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7603166231622812828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974224987083565413&amp;postID=7603166231622812828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/7603166231622812828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/7603166231622812828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/2008/09/people-can-be-such-idiots.html' title='People Can be such idiots'/><author><name>Morticia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820768513451967900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SKBQ2NpMscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcebens_rk/s1600-R/Teklalaadvina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974224987083565413.post-2398584058720552614</id><published>2008-08-11T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:57:33.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wiccan Rede (Full Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bide within the Law you must, in perfect Love and perfect Trust.Live you must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give. For tread the Circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out.To bind the spell well every time, let the spell be said in rhyme. Light of eye and soft of touch, speak you little, listen much.Honor the Old Ones in deed and name,let love and light be our guides again. Deosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the joyful tune.Widdershins go when the moon doth wane,and the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane. When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two.When the moon rides at Her peak then your heart's desire seek. Heed the North winds mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail.When the Wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast. When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss you on the mouth.When the wind whispers from the West, all hearts will find peace and rest. Nine woods in the Cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.Birch in the fire goes to represent what the Lady knows. Oak in the forest towers with might, in the fire it brings the God'sinsight.   Rowan is a tree of power causing life and magick to flower. Willows at the waterside stand ready to help us to the Summerland.Hawthorn is burned to purify and to draw faerie to your eye. Hazel-the tree of wisdom and learning adds its strength to the bright fire burning.White are the flowers of Apple tree that brings us fruits of fertility. Grapes grow upon the vine giving us both joy and wine.Fir does mark the evergreen to represent immortality seen. Elder is the Lady's tree burn it not or cursed you'll be.Four times the Major Sabbats mark in the light and in the dark. As the old year starts to wane the new begins, it's now Samhain.When the time for Imbolc shows watch for flowers through the snows. When the wheel begins to turn soon the Beltane fires will burn.As the wheel turns to Lamas night power is brought to magick rite. Four times the Minor Sabbats fall use the Sun to mark them all.When the wheel has turned to Yule light the log the Horned One rules. In the spring, when night equals day time for Ostara to come our way.When the Sun has reached it's height time for Oak and Holly to fight. Harvesting comes to one and all when the Autumn Equinox does fall.Heed the flower, bush, and tree by the Lady blessed you'll be. Where the rippling waters go cast a stone, the truth you'll know.When you have and hold a need, harken not to others greed. With a fool no season spend or be counted as his friend.Merry Meet and Merry Part bright the cheeks and warm the heart. Mind the Three-fold Laws you should three times bad and three times good.When misfortune is enow wear the star upon your brow. Be true in love this you must do unless your love is false to you. These Eight words the Rede fulfill: "An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974224987083565413-2398584058720552614?l=morticia13ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2398584058720552614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8974224987083565413&amp;postID=2398584058720552614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/2398584058720552614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974224987083565413/posts/default/2398584058720552614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morticia13ca.blogspot.com/2008/08/wiccan-rede-full-version.html' title='The Wiccan Rede (Full Version)'/><author><name>Morticia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11820768513451967900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xpX7fmgfP6w/SKBQ2NpMscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OFcebens_rk/s1600-R/Teklalaadvina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
