Well. Talk about the highs and lows of life.
Friday 19-01-18 I was swearing my oath to the Queen as Canada's newest member to the Canadian Air Reserves. What a honour. 
My hard persistants paid off.
Today 21-01-18 48 hours later I receive a phone call from my son's girlfriend, Chelsea.
Asking me not to cry... But my son was hit by a car and is in the emergency department at the hospital.
Oh my heart.
I cried and I cried out of complete nervous panic and frustration that I couldn't get to his side quickly enough.
A 3 hour plane ride that wouldn't leave until 4 hours from now.
Panic. Scared. Nervous. All on the inside.. was flowing over.. it came out. I had to ask for help. I suddenly didn't know how to even use the telephone anymore.  Who do I call.. Tracey. And all I can muster for words were " I need to get on a plane and I don't know how"
My anxious over flowed to Sasha . She was crying. I hated she felt these nervous feelings as well.
I spoke with the doctor. He has a fractured skull. He's bleeding from his ear.  What the hell does all of this mean.
It doesn't matter, I need to go. He's my baby. I need to help make him better.

01-27-18
Flying on a plane back to Goose Bay.
Daniel is still in the hospital.  He as some damage done to his ear.  Recovery time , seems to have slowed time to a complete hault.
He's frustrated and has had enough of that place.
I hated leaving him, but knowing he's in the right place for care. Chelsea takes such good care of him. It makes me happy to know he has that love a support from such a good girl.
The week was full of alot of emotions. But I have to say relief and thankfulness are the ones that I feel most .

I wrote this a week ago. I'm just remembering to post now.
It was a roller coaster.
Thank God he is recovering  and things will be back to "normal" before too long.

It's been awhile.

I'm nearly 6 years late..
So much to blog these days.  I don't even know where to begin?!
Anyone still out there? 
I've reread my blogs from the past and I see I've done a lot of growing.
I know I am not the same person. Heck I don't even recognize that girl in my
Profile photo. ( reminder to update asap )

Tomorrow is a big day. Another new change. 

I'll be back. I have too much to share now to wait another 6 years.

Stay Tuned.

Lorna.

I feel a blog coming on.

Julie & Julia

My reason for blogging. The movie that made me want to blog.
My inspiration. Now. If I can only be lucky enough to find the words.

"I should pass through this world but once, any good therefore that I can do or any kindness I could show to any human being, let me not differ or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again."
 -Jerry Lewis.

I love this. And with so many deaths in the "Big Land" lately it sure does put it in perspective.

Blogged.

I have been wanting to write something for days now, but can't put
"Pen to Paper" so to speak.

So what is new? How is life? What are you doing this weekend?
Nothing too new here, I am looking forward to a nice weekend of doing nothing, for no one...
Life is pretty good. Loving my new home, enjoying time on ski-doo. My children are all fine. So life is pretty good. My plans for the weekend. Forecast: Some TV, maybe a movie or two, and little ski-doo ride with a possibility of some wine tasting and slight chance of a hangover...
Gawd, I got it made. and I know it!!

My mind is" blogged". Ugh! I need something to write about, you know find that witty comment, just the right word. They aren't coming.

Cleaning?

Do you clean your teenagers room?  Or do you make them do it themselves?
Honestly is this such a big deal, like I make it out to be. Am I that crazy?  Who really cares how clean my bedrooms are? I mean who sees them?  I DO!
This drives me to totally insane. A constant thorn in my side.
Dear, Daughter of mine...if mommy cleans your room will this make you a "dirty lazy" adult.
Will my constant nagging make my daughter turn into a hoarder?  Or if I change my mind and just let her room be, will that make her hoard..Oh my!
It must matter, we as parents totally shape our children out to whom they become.
Maybe if I just let it be, she will one day just get it.
Maybe.