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Moving Forward

Published March 9, 2014 by S

Life Updates:

  • As of June 1, 2013 my husband and I separated, and are now working towards a divorce.
  • I continued on with my 2nd surrogacy journey, and delivered healthy boy/girl twins in October 2013.  You can read my story on my other blog dedicated to my experiences.  baby2beforyandc.wordpress.com

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“Happiness is not determined by what’s happening around you, but rather what’s happening inside you. Most people depend on others to gain happiness, but the truth is, it always comes from within.”

“Happiness is not simply given to you, not can you expect another person to be responsible for your happiness, else you are doomed before you even begin.”

“Those we love can be supporters and help us nurture our happiness, but they cannot guarantee it. Only by looking within can we truly learn to feel and express the joy of living.”

I don’t know who wrote these quotes, but it really sums up a lesson I have had to learn over the last few years. Hopefully others that are struggling can find the truth in these words as I have.

Take control of you life, stop sitting there blaming everyone and everything around you for your situation.

Yes, bad things happen that set us back but your life cannot be handed to you. Everyone struggles, and everyone has sorrow. Everyone has trials, and everyone has disaster. You cannot live your life comparing it to others, and expect good things to start happening. You cannot live a life expecting something good to “just happen” without taking a few steps to make it so.

Despite my upbringing, I do not have a religious faith, but I do have a faith in humanity and in our ability to survive. I have faith that no matter how bad something is, somewhere there is a person who will help me, if only I have the strength to ask.

I do not turn to God to fix my life or give me strength, although I can see why some people do.  I have learned to trust in myself, and to draw strength from the love I have in my life.

I do not need romantic love to survive, and I do not need romantic love to validate my life.

I want romantic love in my life, but I can survive without it. I want romantic love in my life, but I can be happy without it.

I learned over half my lifetime ago, that simply sitting there waiting for someone to take notice and make things better for me was not going to work. I learned life doesn’t work that way, and that if I didn’t speak up, if I didn’t ask for help….no help came.

I have suffered loss through death…and I have survived. I have loved, and then been alone…and I have survived. I have struggled to grow and I have made bad choices…but I have survived. I did not always succeed, even when I tried my hardest, but I learned…and I have survived.

I do not have a perfect life, but I have the life I made for myself. I am happy and I am proud. I have the love of my family, and the promise of new love in my future.

I have endless doors open to me.

Now I just need the courage to step through…

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The Red Dress

Published September 6, 2011 by S

Yesterday I came across a story that can only be described in one word exclamations.  “Wow!”, “Amazing!” and “Inspiring!” to name a few.

The History:

A few months ago, an amazing Blogger named Jenny (aka The Bloggess) posted an inspiring article titled “The Traveling Red Dress” on her own site. I had not yet started to follow the Bloggess, since apparently I lived in a cave and wasn’t made aware of her amazing existence until she posted her infamous introduction to Beyoncé the Giant Metal Chicken, and how it came to share her home.  But I digress…

The article was about overcoming your own personal roadblocks and doing the things that you have dreamed of doing no matter how others may look at you.  I hope she doesn’t mind, but I’ll add a quote from her post here to give you the idea:

“I want, just once, to wear a bright red, strapless ball gown with no apologies.  I want to be shocking, and vivid and wear a dress as intensely amazing as the person I so want to be.  And the more I thought about it the more I realized how often we deny ourselves that red dress and all the other capricious, ridiculous, overindulgent and silly things that we desperately want but never let ourselves have because they are simply “not sensible”.  Things like flying lessons, and ballet shoes, and breaking into spontaneous song, and building a train set, and crawling onto the roof just to see the stars better.  Things like cartwheels and learning how to box and painting encouraging words on your body to remind yourself that you’re worth it.

And I am worth it. –Jenny (The Bloggess)”

The Present:

And so the journey of the Red Dress began.  A designer named Sunny Haralson made a dress specifically for this project, and after The Bloggess had her time with the dress (and had some amazing photos taken) it was sent out into the world so that  other women could wear it and feel the same feeling of Wonder  and Awe that Jenny did. The plan is for the dress to travel from city to city and spread its magic to others looking to finally do all those things that were kept in diaries and dreams.

I noticed yesterday, The Bloggess re-tweeted a post made by one of the women lucky enough to wear this dress. Another amazing blogger whose name I believe is Lolli attended a local event for other such bloggers and amongst all the women in their shorts and sandals was the amazing red dress! Her post titled “The Sisterhood of the Bloggess’ Traveling Red Dress” tells how all the women at this party took a turn sporting this inspirational garment.

“As each person took a turn trying on the red dress, the energy in the room began to change. Something was happening to us.

Finally, it was my turn. I followed Amy up the stairs and was right behind her as she took the red dress off. I stepped into the dress and Kristen fastened the corset back.

In less than a minute, I was ready for my debut. I walked down the stairs and the room cheered.

I felt beautiful. But I realized with a jolt as my picture was being taken that I had no idea what I looked like at that moment.

Each one of us had walked down those stairs into a room full of other women without ever passing a mirror. Everyone looked gorgeous but that was not what we were focused on.

The magic of the Bloggess’ traveling red dress was the way it made each woman feel.”

No two women were the same, but as each woman put on that dress they felt the magic.  It didn’t matter if they were skinny, or full-figured.  It didn’t matter if they were blonde or brunette.  That dress brought out something happy and amazing in each of them.

Jenny had sent this dress to a woman fighting Breast Cancer, who then shared it with the women at this party. You can see the confidence in each woman’s photograph, even without being able to see their faces.  Their posture and how they hold themselves tells the whole story (Ladies,  any of you who has ever worn a fancy dress knows what I’m talking about!)

And I have to admit that I am jealous!  Jealous of these women for sharing in the journey of this dress, and jealous of them for feeling that freedom and happiness that came from it.

So what I will take from this story is this: Never be afraid to live your life. Be whimsical even if your aren’t brave, and sometimes let the reason just be “Because I can!” 

Those of you that know me in real life know that I have dreams.  You know that I’m not usually afraid to speak my mind, and to dream big.  But most of you would be surprised at how often I talk myself out of things, and how often I wimp out of things simply because I care way to much what a perfect stranger might think. For me it’s easier to get a great big tattoo across my back then it is to wear a dress that ends above my knees or to go up on stage at a karaoke bar without a drink or two in me first.

I remember a long time ago talking with my friends and planning a Girls Night Out where we would all put on our fanciest dresses that we had worn over the years that we just couldn’t let go of, and bring them out into the world again.  We never had anywhere fancy or appropriate to wear them so planned to just head down to Clifton Hill in Niagara Falls. An area where ballgowns, prom dresses or wedding attire would be seldom scene, and perhaps cause a few double takes from our fellow tourists.

But sadly nothing ever came of those plans.  And now its years later.  Many of us are married, a few of us have children, have moved away, or simply have lost touch because of silly fights.

I’m thinking I’m going to let this be an inspiration.  I’m going to stop letting other people stop ME from being me.  I’m going to live the life I want to live and enjoy it while I’m able to.  And hopefully I’ll finally have that girls night planned so long ago, and create more wonderful memories with my friends as we create a real sensation.

I know it’s not exactly the point that Jenny and Lolli had in mind, but its a step, and one that I want to take with those closest to me. We will break those chains inside us that hold us back and have us worried about  “appearances”.  I can’t imagine sharing that freedom with anyone else.

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PS:  To The Bloggess and Lolli, if you happen to find this post, I hope you don’t mind me quoting your inspiring words.  I honestly couldn’t have said it better if I tried.

The Big Move

Published July 8, 2011 by S

Well, here it is July 8th and I’ve been a resident of London for 4 ½ days now.

The move was a little more stressful then I thought it would be.  Packing was a nightmare.  I honestly don’t know how we accumulate so much stuff for 4 people!  But as we went through we managed to get rid of a lot of it.  Donated a lot to Goodwill and also made some money selling some stuff on Kijiji.

I’ll admit I got teary and had a little pout session as I dismantled our crib, and again when the buyer came to pick it up.  Both of my babies slept in that crib.  They chewed the rails when they were teething, and cuddled under their baby blankets listening to their mobiles at night. They would greet us with smiles in the morning reaching up for hugs and kisses.

Yes, I’m the sentimental type.  I have to admit that part of me hoped to see another baby of my own in that crib, but we aren’t thinking about that now.

The marathon packing started on Thursday.  School was finally over and I was no longer babysitting, so I could finally start the real work without worrying about bored children in the house once all the toys were packed.

Mike took the night off from packing to take Miss Haylee to her first real concert.  They enjoyed seeing Katy Perry and I enjoyed a last evening of peace and quiet before all the stress kicked in.

Friday was a half and half day.  We spent half working on packing and the other half enjoying some quiet family time for Canada Day.

Saturday saw me driving a van load of stuff to the new house.  Mike was moving in that night and I decided to unpack whatever we had brought already for him.  I did a little grocery shopping for him as well as driving by Haylee’s new school, before heading home again. Disaster struck 30 minutes into the drive though in the form of a blown out tire. Not just a flat, but a hole in the side of the tire the size of a golf ball!

Help arrived rather quickly though in the form of a CAA driver returning to Hamilton that happened to see me on the side of the 401.  When he pulled up I was on the phone with CAA to arrange for help, so really I count myself lucky to have a zero wait time on service.  From blow out to getting back on the road took about 30 minutes.  Another 20 minutes got me to Woodstock and a Canadian Tire store about 20 minutes before the service department closed, but just enough time to deal with my tire.  I was back on the road about 6pm and headed home.

Sunday was dedicated solely to packing.  I amazed myself with how much I got done.  My Mom came to help me and later in the day Karl as well to help dismantle my Flat screen TV and it’s stand.

Monday was finally moving day.  I knew I would be stressed so asked Mike not to call me that day.  The movers were an hour late which pretty much sent my stress level up 50 points or so, but once they showed up they got right to work.

My brother in law had already come and taken my kids to the park so I didn’t have to worry about them getting trampled or witnessing the mini-scene of the Head mover trying to back out of moving my piano!  I had sent a list of furniture to be moved 2 weeks before the move date, and the Piano was the first item on the list.  He had assured me it wouldn’t be a problem.  Fast forward to moving day where he tells me as he gets there that his hydraulic tailgate is broken and they can’t do it.  I have to say I’m proud of keeping my cool, but did NOT let him off the hook.  He agreed to the job, and knowing what he had to move, he should have shown up with a truck to do the job.  And worst of all was when he started talking down to me and saying, “lets call your husband and he can explain it to you”.  Um…what?  I don’t think so!  I just looked at him and said, “My husband is at work, hence why we hired you.  The piano is my property, not his and you agreed in writing to move it.  We can leave it here, but then I will deduct the cost of hiring another mover from what I agreed to pay you.”

In the end he backed down, but still insisted I find another person to help get it in the truck.  Luckily my brother in law is a strong guy who was willing to help, and the piano made it safely onto the truck.

I could go into more detail about these “interesting” movers, but I think for the sake of my karma I need to move on for now.

So they were an hour late, showing up at 10am, and they finally pulled out of my driveway at 1pm.  They told me to expect them to be about 3-3 ½ hours, so after puttering around my house for another 20 minutes, I took off for London with the kids.  I made incredible time and arrived here about 3:20pm.  I banished the kids to the basement of the new house where all their toys were already and started unloading my van into the house.  I had all our dishes and breakables, not wanting to leave them at the tender mercy of the movers.  So I unloaded, moved the van to the street and had most of the dishes unpacked before my mother in law arrived followed soon after by the movers and then my father in law.

My mother and her new boyfriend also made the drive to help us out. My Mom doesn’t drive on highways so I was grateful to Dave (her boyfriend) for bringing her and helping out as well.  It was the first time I really got to talk to him since he is still so “new” to us, but I take it as a really great sign how well my kids took to him!  They were jumping all over him and Haylee was drawing him pictures and playing some word game with him…

Things got moved, boxes unpacked, beds assembled, pianos placed, and then we all sat down to a delicious roast beef dinner that Mike had so thoughtfully had cooking in the crock pot for us all day.

After a good meal, conversation, and loving goodbyes for our parents, we got the kids bathed and in bed before finally trying to relax a little bit.  Mike moved some more furniture around, and then we spent our first evening together in our new home.

That’s more or less the story of the move. Not to terribly interesting, but smooth enough.  Nothing was broken in transit which was lucky.

Now we just need to keep on unpacking, and get settled. I wonder how long until we are used to being a full-time family again?  I got so used to being on my own 5 days a week with the kids, so I hope I get used to being married again quickly.

So it’s official!  We are now London residents.  Now if only our internet would get hooked up…

PS: Thanks to Sabrina and her lovely girls for the visit today!  I’m eyeing one of those delicious Strawberry cupcakes you left!  We’ll have to have you back really soon.

Kudos to New York! Another step in the Right Direction

Published June 25, 2011 by S

Yesterday we saw another historical win for Civil Rights.

New York State passed a law allowing Same Sex marriages to be formally recognized.

Members of the LGBT community in Canada have enjoyed that fundamental right since 2005, and I think it is about time that such a prominent state such as New York join the Equality bandwagon.

I have seen so many people in the past spouting negative opinions of Gay people in general, and many more claiming to be tolerant of “the gay lifestyle” still arguing that allowing same sex couples to marry will somehow diminish the sacred nature of heterosexual marriages.

But my question to those people is this: How on Earth can a gay couple getting married even effect, let alone destroy the sanctity of your own marriage?  If you believe that what they are doing is morally degrading and wrong in the eyes of whatever form of God you choose to worship, than why can’t you leave the judgement up to that God? Why must you believe yourself to be better and of higher moral fibre and preach intolerance about people you don’t know, and obviously don’t understand?  Are you really that insecure in your own relationship that you have to blame its possible destruction on people that have nothing to do with you?

All people in this world are human beings, regardless of their gender, faith or sexual orientation.  So why are there laws that allow one group of people something that is denied to another?

Is it all simply because what you haven’t or can’t experience scares the shit out of some people?  Is  it that some people are scared of their own feelings so that they bury them deep inside themselves, and then condemn others for feeling the same thing but having the strength and courage to share it openly and not deny it exists?

Or is it simply because at some point in history the mere existance of Same sex love was vilified by an organization or religion?

I applaud those people brave enough to live “out of the closet”. Those people that know who and what they are, and do not hide from the world for the sake of convenience or fear. Even here in Canada there is no lack of intolerance.  There are groups here just as anywhere that live and act on hate.

In my own lifetime I have seen a drastic change in how people see and react towards Gay people.  As a child, I never thought much or heard much of it.  It simply wasn’t talked about unless you knew someone who was gay.  Now I’m glad to say that I can see same sex couples walking down the street holding hands, getting married and even having children.

I have seen so many changes to the way people in our world look at all the differences that we have as a society, and I have seen a great change for the better, but we still have a long road to travel.

I can’t control others thoughts or feelings, but in my own life, I can only do what I think is right.

I can teach my children that Love is a precious gift, and gender shouldn’t be part of the equation.   I can teach them that no matter what direction their lives take, I will do my best to support them. I can teach them that Human rights don’t stop just because of your gender or your faith, and I most definitely am teaching them that I will love them no matter who they bring home to dinner.

Awhile ago, I was reading a book and 2 of the main characters were telling their stories of how they came out to their families…I remember thinking when I read those stories that if my child ever came to me and told me they were gay, that I hope my response will be, “ok, but I still want grandchildren.”

As long as my children find Love and know how to give Love in return, I really don’t care what chromosomes or genitalia those lucky people have, or were born with. Love is a higher power than anything I know, and that is all that should matter.

My New Leaf

Published April 30, 2011 by S

So last night I had a bit of a pity party for myself. I chose to vent my feelings on a private support group I am part of through Facebook. All the group members are surrogates, former, current, and future. they are a wonderful group of women and I feel blessed to have so many supportive and understanding women in my life.

One of the good things about our group is that it is a safe place for me to share my feelings since only those people can read what I have shared. I don’t need to worry about keeping everything cheerful or happy with them like I do in other forums. I can be “real”.

this morning I realized that I need to be real on this blog too. I can’t just sugar coat things and only post the happy and the good, because let’s face it…life isn’t always happy and good.

The thing I had vented on last night is an issue I have been trying to come to terms with for several months now. I thought that if I kept it to myself eventually I wouldn’t feel bad about it anymore, and generally I don’t but it does still sit in the back of my mind to jump out at the oddest of times.

Yes, I will blog about this issue. probably later today actually but this post is not directly about that.

The thing that broke my emotional “dam” was actually a combination of delicious wine from one of my favourite wineries, and an episode of the TV show “Bones”. in this weeks episode the murder Vicim was a man that believed in complete and total honesty. Now I do believe that honesty is best, but it’s not always practical.

I believe that you need to be honest but in order to prevent hurting others I think a certain level of omission is acceptable.

It turns out I was omitting a lot of myself in this blog by not sharing my true feelings on some things, and only posting about the good and positive with none of the negatives.

In general I don’t like complaining and would much rather post only the positive side of things, but that’s simply not realistic, and I now realize somewhat dishonest to anyone reading this blog. So today I will start sharing my true self with my readers. Wish me luck!

You Gotta Do, What You Gotta Do

Published April 7, 2011 by S

well, the last few months have been a whirl wind in craziness for my family.  So many changes and more to come.

Changes with my mom, changes with my job, changes, changes, changes!

Newest change?  Mike got a promotion!

Same company but a step up.  Better hours, more money, responibility, and a step closer to where and what he wants to be in the company. But there is a catch.  The job is in London, Ontario.

So we are moving to the 519’s.  He has to start his job in the next few weeks, so what will be happening is that he will start the job, and stay with his parents in nearby Ingersoll.  Of course he will come home on his days off, but who knows when those will be.

My plan in all of this is to spend the next few weeks getting the house into showing condition.  We have settled on a budget for this, and as of today, I’m trying to get things going.  I have placed ads on Kijiji to sell some items on my Mom’s behalf (as I was asked to do) that have been living in our garage for the last month.  I placed another ad looking for help ripping out the broken pool, it’s enclosure, and our nasty deck, but then got a call from Mikes’ Aunt Wendy who has someone that can do this for me, and I’d really rather the money go to someone I know than to a stranger.

We have to replace a few closet doors, repaint the living/dining area, get new flooring for the living/dining area, of course get the pool and yard dealt with.  I also think we need to scrape and repaint the garage door since it looks pretty ratty, and we need to deal with the upstairs bathroom, and in general clean up and declutter. We also have a TON of kids stuff to sort out and get rid of since we have so much accumulated that the kids have now grown out of.  So it will be a busy few weeks for me, but I’m lucky to have many offers of help.

As you can imagine my In-laws are quite excited.  I’ve had offers of help to work in the house, emails of house listings and lots of encouragement.  They moved up there for work reasons in 2008 and I know my mother in law has had a hard time with it.  She is very family oriented and it was a minimum 1 hour of driving to get to her closest family and then 2 hours for the rest of us.  Brian and Sue have always been so involved with our kids.

Haylee cried when we told her this news yesterday.  She is a bit scared about the idea.  She will miss her friends, but she is so sociable that I’m sure she will make friends quickly in our new neighbourhood.  I plan to talk to her Sensei to see if he can recommend any dojos or Karate centres in whichever area we choose to settle in. She is so amazing and I’m sure she will adapt quicker than I will.

I don’t think this will cause any problems with my surrogacy plans.  Timing sucks because with all the delays in the surrogacy, I may be in the early weeks of pregnancy when the move finally happens.  But on the upside the travelling time won’t be much different from our new area to Toronto, than from Thorold to Toronto.  The downside will be that I’ll finally have to break down and find new doctors for everything. I really like our family doctor so that will be an adjustment.

So for now it’s just a waiting game to see how things develope, and get things done without driving myself nuts in the process.  I plan to find a babysitter for at least one evening a week just so I can go out for a bit on my own. Even if I just go to a movie on Tuesday cheap night. . . it very well might save my sanity through all of this.

Either way, things will be good in the end, but until Mike actually leaves to start working, I don’t think it will really hit me that this is my new reality. Right now it won’t effect my day to day life, but that will change when I’m here on my own with the kids.

I’m going to miss living in Niagara. I have lived in this area my whole life.  What little family I have left is all here, and most of my friends are still here. I’m usually pretty open minded, but that is when I know I have my safe zone to come back to.  Now I’ll have to create a new safe zone, and i’ve never had to do that before.  I’ve always lived here, but if this can happen now, maybe we’ll be back in a few years.  Anything can happen.

So for now, I have to do whats best for my family, and that means that I just have to suck up my insecurities, put on my brave face, and get on with things.  At least i know that i’ll have 3 months to get ready and say my goodbyes to the area. That’s something. =)

I’m also lucky that through being a surrogate I have been connected to a few online communities and developed a different set of friends.  Oddly enough many of them live in my soon to be new home, so I know that I’ll have people to help me get used to the area, and hopefully some new strong friendships will be formed.

Life on Hold?

Published April 2, 2011 by S

…not really.  I feel like I have just gotten my life back! 

Yesterday was my last day of work. Mike is now back to working full-time hours and I have the joy of being with my kids again.  Well, the joy of being with them more I should say, and I must admit that it will be very nice to see them during daytime hours when we aren’t all cranky and tired from work and school.

In other life news. . .

. . . the surrogacy that I have been working on, has been delayed until June/July.  I’m working with 2 amazing men (Yes, Men!) to help them have a family, and we had hoped to have all the medical stuff started in Feb/March.  Sadly we keep getting delayed because of the Egg Donor.  For 2 cycles she simply didn’t start her medication, with no explanation other than “she didn’t understand how time sensitive everything is”.  We were told Mid-March that she would be on board for this month, but come to find out this week that she is going on a business trip which will interfere with the required monitoring, and now we have to wait until she is home and has another period to start.

So this leaves us in a limbo state for another 2 months.  C and Y (the dads) seem to be holding up well through all of this disappointing news.  I feel terrible for them. We had everything lined up, legal work – Done, Medical testing – Done, Egg Donor – Found. . .so we all started to get our hopes up, and we let the excitement start to grow, only to find ourselves month after month being delayed.

Earlier this week, I was so angry at the situation.  There are so many people involved in this and some of them have provided conflicting information.  It just makes me very glad that I have already done this before, so I know what to expect.  I know what is right and what sounds “off”. I know what is expected of me, and I can only hope that things start coming together soon.  I’m willing to wait in order to help C and Y, no matter what comes along in the next couple of months. 

And as hard as the waiting is on me, it must be 50 times worse for C and Y.  But I know that things will work out. I’m not a religious person, but I have faith that things will start to go our way soon.

So surrogacy drama aside, my family is doing awesome.  Haylee keeps improving in her Karate lessons.  She is almost a full yellow belt now.  I can see a huge leap in the amount of her concentration, and the fact that she really enjoys Karate makes it all even better.

Jack is growing and learning more everyday.  This week Mike taught him that when you say, “Jack, guess what!” Jack now says “Chicken Butt”.  He is also losing his baby lisp and speaking much clearer than before.  He is also adding more words to his sentences and hopefully we will start the intensive potty training soon.  Up until now he hasn’t shown much interest and we haven’t wanted to push in case we went in the wrong direction. Add to that the fact we drove to Disneyworld a few weeks ago, and it just wasn’t good timing to push the potty issue. 

I’ll admit that the idea of Potty training scares me a little bit.  With Haylee she was in Daycare during potty training so she was “inspired” by the other children.  Jack of course has us around all the time, but he doesn’t seem bothered by wet diapers the way Haylee was.  *sigh* I give it a week of me being home before I start really working on it. 

I also have an appointment on Wednesday (the 6th) to see if I qualify for Lasik Eye Surgery.  I’ve been hemming and hawing over it for years, but due to the high cost never really looked into it.  I don’t even know if I’m a candidate, so I’m taking advantage of the Free Consults that they do to know once and for all if there is hope for my eyes. I had planned on waiting until after this next surrogacy before getting the consult, but since we are delayed, I find there is no time like the present!  I checked with the Fertility Clinic and they said that if I did have the procedure done, there is no waiting time after for the IVF and we can still go ahead as planned.

You all know that my eyes are ridiculous.  My prescription is so strong, and even when I pay to have the special “thinner” lenses, they are still noticably thick.  I have 2 seperate issues going on with my eyes.  I have an astigmatism AND a myopia.  Each of these is correctable, but I don’t know if they are correctable when they are together like that. But now I will know once and for all.  I don’t know if we can even afford it right now, but if I qualify, they will let me know the total cost involved and it can be something to save up and look forward to after my surrogacy. I’ve lived with glasses for 21 years, so another year really won’t make a difference.  And I don’t even expect 20/20 vision if I have it done.  But ANYTHING is better than what I have now.  I would be overjoyed if all I need is reading glasses or to wear glasses for driving…you can’t imagine the freedom I would feel!

I have so many plans for my life for this next long while, but #1 on that list is my kids.  I’m glad to be here with them and for them again. 

So, here we are.  FINALLY at the start of our new adventure!

Oh and before I forget!  I got a haircut, and colour on Thursday night.  What do you think?  To see the true colour, check the After shot of the back.  The colour on my roots is the real colour, but in every picture, the light hits it funny and brings out different tints.

Time for a change!

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