Sou lExposed

I haven't posted to this blog in a while....ive been mainly posting in my Soul Exposed so if you don't follow that one, please do! (http://kgraywriting.blogspot.ca/) .

T'was the Night....We got Busted.

T'was the week before Christmas and all through the house

not a person was home, not even a mouse

Being babysat by my big sister we found ourselves bored

when we started to wonder where our Christmas gifts were stored

Being young and curious we looked up and down

We couldn't find anything and we began to frown

When all of a sudden my sister yelled out

"Come quick, come quick, I found the gifts no doubt!"

I came a running to the sound of her voice

Into the parents bedroom we made a very poor choice

One, two, three gifts for me!

A gift for my sisters, it was all guaranteed! 

A mermaid barbie for me and a clarinet for my sister

this was turning out to the best ever winter!

When all of a sudden sprang sister # 3

She wanted in with all of our glee.

We made her promise, we made her pinky swear

Not to tell mom or dad of our current affair

She looked under the bed and gasped in real deep

for under there she saw gifts all for her to keep!

Not much time passed before our parents arrived home

We all felt so sneaky but we should have known....

Sister #3 tattled on us, not mentioning she was involved 

Our parents were not proud and our excitement quickly dissolved 

We got into trouble and was threatened that night

to be good little girls or Santa was taking back the gifts with smite! 

We cried and we begged and we pleaded for forgiveness

I wished I could take it back, I felt so shameless!

Christmas day arrived and the excitement was gone

for I knew what I was getting, the surprise was bar none

That day was not fun for I knew what I was getting

I knew this would be something I was never forgetting!

I learned a few lessons that holiday season

I learned about honesty and I learned about treason

I learned that I was better than this 

And I learned that this memory would always be reminisced!

True story.... Big sister and I looked under the parents bed for our Christmas gifts and found them. I was SO excited to see the mermaid barbie I've been wanting! Opening those gifts on Christmas day was the worst punishment ever and I honestly learned my lesson....that day was not fun at all!! So take it from me, no matter HOW excited you are to open you're gifts or to know what they are-DON'T. Just wait till Christmas....it's not worth finding out early!

Lizzy Danger

I love birthdays! And today is my oldest sisters!! And since this is now a story blog, bring on the stories about my sissy!! 

But first all, she also has a blog (or two..) so check them out!! (After you read this post, of course!) 

A Series of Thoughts-Her Poetry 

The Antics of Miss Lizzy-Her life in all it's honesty.

What shall I start with in this special blog post?? What about when I made her pee her pants because I was being funny? Or when she would threaten to cut off our other sisters hair(which was long and curly)? Nah, maybe I'll tell the story of when she was standing on top of Dad's makeshift motorbike shelter because we were jumping off of that onto the trampoline...unfortunate timing lead to unfortunate results of the shelter suddenly collapsing when she was standing on it. Good thing the bike wasn't underneath because down she came which followed with a trip to the ER. There are a TON of stories I could tell about my sister....so instead I'll write about her and how shes super awesome.

29 years ago (even tho I wasn't born yet..) my mom gave birth to a baby girl named Elizabeth Ann. I don't know much-or anything-about her birth because I wasn't there. But once I was born, we became best friends. My mom told me that we did everything together. Which I remember fondly....we watched Disney movies together, shared a bedroom (a few times), and played together. In a way, she helped raise me. As we got older, we continued to spend time together and even when she was a teenager and "too cool" for family time, we still had sleepovers together in her big girl bedroom which was plastered with pictures of Jonathan Taylor Thomas (from Home Improvement) and other hunky guys. I felt cool hanging out with her. As we both aged and experienced life, she was always there for me. She protected me from things I couldn't protect myself from, and she trusted me with secrets...really big ones like the news that our parents were getting divorced. She helped me understand what that meant and offered her love during the tough time. We got older still, and even though I was a school loner, and really not cool at all, my oldest sister was in the popular group at school. Her best friend was a cheerleader and they had a huge group of friends. And still, she invited me to hang out with them outside of school. I felt like the coolest kid in school even though I was being bullied everyday by my peers. She graduated school and experienced life more than anyone I know....she's been through hell and back (maybe twice) and made it though stronger than before. She has shown me to never give up, and to keep fighting through whatever crap that decided to land on you. She now has two wonderful, adorable, beautiful children and I am so glad she had them. I love those munchkins more than anything in this world! She has done a great job as a single parent and there is no doubt that her kids know how much they are loved. I admire her strength to keep going and how she has taught her kidlets to be respectful to others. 

My sis is talented in many ways...she writes (as I said, check out her blogs!) and she plays the piano and even the clarinet. She is super super funny and has a sense of humor I wish I had the courage to showcase. She knows how to have a fun time and has a playful attitude. And did I mention her sewing skills?? She is the most talented seamstress!! She sews everything! I love whens he sews me stuff :) I've recently learned she's is mad skilled at BBQing. She BBQ's everything! I still can't get those wonderful mushrooms and steak out of my mind from 7 months ago.....so yummy. She has a heart of gold and offers great advice, even when you don't want to hear it. My sister is the best and I am so happy that she is my sister!! I couldn't love her more, and I hope she has the best freakin birthday ever today!! 

Now it's time to embarrass her with pictures! ha ha.

She was being cousin IT 

Her and her kidlets a few years ago

Playing with her daughter, taken a few years ago

 

Snowstorm

Winters in Alberta, Canada are dry, and cold. Not dry in the sense of no snow, but dry as in hardly or no humidity. Now that I live in Ontario I have tasted the humidity in the winter and it is not pleasant.
         Back track to when I was in elementary, grades 4-6. I would walk about 3 or so blocks to and from school, every day, in the morning, at lunch and in the afternoon. I would walk in the spring, in the fall and yes, even in the winter. Even though the humidity here makes a measly -8 go straight through your clothes and grips at your bones, winters out West are frigid with the wind chill which could usually get down to -43. And I would still walk to school.
        It was a cold cold day. There had been a huge snow fall the night before and with me being around 4 feet and 3 inches (or round about) the snow came up to my knees. Off I went to school early in the morning with my sister, trudging through the snow. The normal amount of time it took us to walk was about five minutes. That day it took us easily ten to fifteen. We arrived at school and the hallways were empty. Not totally empty, but definitely not as full as usual. There were no school buses as per usual and everything seemed eerily quiet. I had went into my classroom since it was obvious recess was not going to happen outside today. At the start of class, there was an announcement made to meet in the gym for an assembly. Mr. Thomas, my principal, had informed us the school buses were not in operation, and many parents had decided to keep their children home for the day. Us lucky students who actually made the effort to arrive got the grand opportunity to stay at school. (Note my sarcasm?) Instead of school work though, we played games all day and watched movies. I think it was the most boring day of school I have ever been to.
       Fast forward to high school. Grade 11 to be exact. By this point in my life, I had moved into the nearest city and was going to a new school and had made new friends and pretty much had a new life. Almost. I still had to walk to school. This time the distance was farther, as it was roughly over a kilometer, one way. Sometime during the afternoon classes a snow storm started and the temperatures dropped. Hearing all of the students talking about a "massive whiteout" made me quite nervous. I was walking home with no way for a ride. The quickest way home was through the alley. (My city doesn't have ally's, so let me explain if you're stumped. Usually a dirt/rock road behind the houses, leading to a garage or parking spot in the backyard.) And behind the alley was a huge field with barely no lights, and it was quite barren. By the time I reached the school's back doors and saw the white out for myself, I was freaked. I bundled up as much as I could, took a deep breath, said a silent prayer and started my journey home. The wind was strong, the bitter cold took my breath away, and the snow quickly piled around my ankles as I continued to fight against the wind, face down, just wanting to get home. The white out grew stronger, more intense. My heart continued to beat faster both with tiredness from walking into the wind, and with adrenaline for I could barely see a foot in front of me. I had no idea how far away from home I was or how close. The only indications I had were the ones I could see and recognize from me 4 years of walking down this alley. I wouldn't be able to see the pathway as it would be covered with snow. The panic in my chest heightened as I started to feel totally lost and alone. Suddenly I stopped walking. My nose was red and frigid cold. My cheeks were burning and felt like a million pins were stuck in the flesh. My hands, although covered, were feeling stiff and cold. My ankles were wet and stinging. I closed my eyes despite the panic running through my veins and said a prayer, asking for help to guide me home, to calm my heart. I started walking, now with more determination than before. I knew I'd make it home, and I didn't feel lost anymore. Suddenly I saw the familiar blue tree house sitting up the tree. I yelled in happiness and started to jog home through the snow. I knew where I was! I arrived home, and as I entered the house, I could feel my body start to melt and warm up. I smiled and stopped to say another prayer, this time giving thanks.

Introducing...

As I'm sitting on the couch in the living room watching my husband fix our Christmas Tree, I find myself laughing as he rotates it until the broken stand holds the tree straight. The side of the tree is now exposed and very very flat. I comment on it and my husbands response is of 100% truth: " That's because it fell on that side dear." Yes, you read right. A combination of a slightly broken tree stand and a very curious, mischievous kitten leads to a decorated Christmas Tree toppling over, breaking an ornament in the process and spilling water all over the carpet. I had laughed again and sighed. "Just another story to add our our crazy lives!" Hubby laughs because he knows I'm right. And that's when it hits me-not the tree, thankfully-but an idea. A great idea. I love writing, and I love talking about the stories of my life. I have so many!! Some are really funny, some are sad, and some are just stupid. But it's all part of my life, and even though I've endured some really crappy things, I still enjoy going back. My brains starts thinking and as the wheels start turning I realize a few things....I haven't been blogging so much anymore about the things I used to. I've decided to keep my present life on the down low and only write about that stuff in my journals and share how I'm deeply feeling with loved ones. It's not for anyone else. And as much as I would love to live by the old name "Creative Confessions" and post How-To's on the crafts I do, I find it difficult to document it by photos as I'm getting my craft on. Which leads to my next big idea....a story time blog!!
I'll post honest stories in here for all you to read and enjoy. It's a way to keep my blog going, for me to reminisce, and for you to have something actually interesting to read.

I hope you all like it...along with the face lift!

The Beauty Inside (A Look Back)

Hmm. I havn't written much in here. I've been too busy writing my (hopefully one day) novel, doing photo shoots, being a wife and homemaker (gosh, never thought I'd say THAT), having fun with friends, recording and editing videos for my YouTube channel (KOticLife) and spending a lot of time with the hubs. Can you say busy??

Not to mention Christmas is around the corner and I've been doing some shopping! 

But despite all this chaos, the light bulb in my brain turned on and I remembered about a blog I had kept when I was 18. It doesn't seem like that long ago but it was more than 5 years ago! I don't know why I stopped writing in it. Maybe it was because I had just  became a wife and I was busy with that, and with working and grown up things. Maybe I felt I had out grown it. At any rate, I read it last night. Most of it anyway. I always thought it was sad and depressing (ok, some of it is...) but most of it was pretty cute and sweet. The writing was pretty well done and it showcased an honest side to myself about feelings and what I was going through. It covered some pretty big topics-graduation of high school, graduation of counselling, meeting my hubby, dealing with a friend who was into self harm, and making the decision to say goodbye to her even though I loved her like a sister because she was bringing me down and erasing all the progress I had made in counselling. Hubs and I started dating, got engaged, and married. There are some posts that I particularly enjoyed, and sometimes it's nice to look back. If not for the memories, but to see how much progress you've made. And that's when I realized that I have made huge leaps and bounds since I was 18 years old. I have matured, and I have grown more confident in myself, and I have learned about myself in ways I never thought I would. All in all, I am pretty proud of who I am right now, and even though I get down on myself at times thinking I'm not a normal 26 year old female and that I need to grow up, I realize that everyone is different and everyone progress at different rates. And who cares if I progress slower than others. I don't. And reading this old blog of mine kinda helped me realize that. Just for fun, here is a post I had made in the old blog. I'll probably post a few more in here randomly when I feel like blogging but have nothing to post....enjoy! 

MONDAY, MAY 08, 2006

The Beauty Inside

What exactly is the beauty of an engagment ring? It's not the diamonds, its not the gold, its not the way it shines and shimmers in the summer sunshine, altough to some people thats all that matters. To me, when I look at my engagment ring I see love. I feel love. I feel more love in my heart and all over my body that I thought was possible. How is it that someone can love a person so much as to work for them to buy them a beautiful ring and then proceed to go on bended knee and ask "will you marry me?".
Saturday night, May 6 2006, Lover boy made me a wonderful meal. We went for a walk afterwards and then proceeded back to his house. We danced to a few songs then down he went, on knee asking me if i would marry him. After my previous 2 mishaps of thinking he was going to propose you can imagine how happy i was. I was bursting and i couldnt stop smiling. Its always been obvious to me how much lover boy loves me but right at that moment seeing him go on one knee opening the ring case with the ring inside and tears in his eyes everything became so clear to me as to how much he loves me. And that makes me love him even more. He is everything to me. I live for him and there is no doubt in my mind that i want to marry this man and spend the rest of my life and eternity with him.

One day?

What is this thing I keep thinking about writing in but never actually doing?? You know...where I write whats on my mind for other to read (or not to read) and to show off my creativity and how I do things? Oh RIGHT, a blog. MY  blog.....phew, it's been a while.

Ya ya, too long. I get it. I'm back (for now) so here goes..

So, if you didn't know, it's thanksgiving. And everyone is giving thanks for everything in there lives...and I'll admit, I am guilty of this. On Facebook I've been posting like a crazy woman everything I am thankful for...and it's technically not even Thanksgiving yet. And then there's the typical blog post and being thankful and grateful and Happy Thanksgiving and all that. Which don't get me wrong, I am VERY VERY grateful & thankful for lots of things, for lots of people, for so many blessings that I have seen and for Gods hand in my life. I am truly a girl who is thankful for a load of stuff. But why just this one day? Why do we see and hear all this thankful talk ONE day of the WHOLE year? Why can't we do this on a daily basis? Everyone around the world should have a "I am thankful for (so and so) today" party. Everyday. All day. Name things or write them down when  you think of them. You will notice that there is a heck of a lot to be thankful for.

I'm thankful for my bed and that I"m not sleeping on the floor.
I\m thankful I have a floor. And not the cement or a dirt alley.
I'm thankful for the roof over my head and the walls holding it up.
I'm thankful for the job my husband has to pay for the roof, the walls and floor.
I am thankful that I have a husband. And that he loves me and provides for me and respects me.
I am grateful that I have this laptop to use.
I am thankful I have clothes. And that I have food to eat. And that I don't have to use my hands. And that I have the necessary items to cook my food.

There are seriously a MILLION things I am thankful for. To sum it up: I AM THANKFUL FOR MY LIFE. FOR EVERYTHING IN IT. AND FOR EVERYONE IN IT. ESPECIALLY MY LOVED ONES.

And here comes the traditionally ending everyone uses....including me.
Happy Thanksgiving!