lifestyle, Uncategorized

My parents’​ lifestyle change

Our lifestyle was determined by an author who wrote many books explaining what Gods meaning was in the Bible. What we ate, wore, the age men and woman could marry, social interactions, our daily schedule, our seclusion from society. Her word held in high esteem and studied daily.

Our diet was a big change for many. For many coming from a meat and potatoes, butter flavored mash, desserts, fast food, and other mainstream diets. Well, it was incredibly hard to adjust. The diet consisted of two meals a day, primarily raw for the first few years.  It’s no wonder that my mother couldn’t conceive after having me for years. I can only guess at how much weight she lost those first few years. It’s a wonder I was such a chubby cutie. I must have been fed more often although there are not many left to ask.

My mom had a story that they laughed about. When she and my dad were driving to the community after they were married she had a list of all the things she would need to set up the house for them. When I heard the story I would imagine them driving along in the forest green international pickup with its log camper on the back. The road curving and twisting as they kept driving farther north. I can feel the excitement she must have felt inside going to see the home they would share together. Starting a life with the man she loved above all others. Holding her list of all the things she needed to start life as a housewife.Shopping-list-coloring-page

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Turns out mom knew very little about the lifestyle she had married into. Dad had disappeared for a year and then called her up and asked her to marry him. He had found God and country living in the year he was gone. He was no longer a computer engineer for a well-known railroad company. He was now a member of a self-supporting community that lived by the good book and the books explaining the good book. She had no idea the life she had signed up for. On that first drive reviewing her list of things and finding only TWO items were approved. Yes, that’s correct only two items were approved for their new lifestyle and diet. Salt and flour.  Yes, that’s correct salt a flour!

She would laugh as she told the story. It makes me sad for I remember her 5 foot  5 inches  95 pounds. Her skin often yellow tinged as though suffering from jaundice. The stress of her God-fearing husbands’ judgment causing her eczema outbreaks to worsen. Her appearance as a 40-year-old woman was a far cry from the photo’s of her as a healthy dimple-faced 22-year-old from the wedding photo.

Over the years the diet had changed. Things like adding yeast, sugar, oils, baked and cooked foods. Even a light supper was added. Working the land, being active and outdoors tends to burn a high amount of calories. Eating vegan three times a day or less would make it difficult to intake enough calories.

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Carribean, Uncategorized, vacation

Saint Lucia

I have been feeling right off since I got home from our wonderful holiday and haven’t been liking anything I have written so far. It all felt so superficial and empty of heart. So I decided to share photos and tidbits of Saint Lucia. To have been somewhere so beautiful, so tropical, so not anything I could have dreamed of. It has reminded me of how far I have come. I keep thinking of the first place I rented. I was 16 and working a minimum wage fast food job. My basement suite was empty – empty as in I slept on the slab of wood on top of milk crates that the family had placed as a shoe shelf in the closet.

Like my boyfriend put on my birthday cake this year ‘You’ve come a long way baby’. IMG_0937

I placed a caption on most of the photo’s although the beauty speaks for itself.

 

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The view from our couch never ceased to amaze me
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Waking to the beautiful Pitons brought a smile and such a feeling of joy
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Lucky rainbow
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Incredible Sunsets
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Awestruck by the beauty
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I was frozen in place watching the sunsets

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Deep sea fishing – makes me feed this fishy’s
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Double rainbow across the Piton
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I wasn’t too sick to grab my camera for a shot of the rainbow
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Loving the rainbows even when I was about to toss my cookies
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Sunsets never cease to amaze me
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Family or flock of cuties
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I never stopped being amazed to be there
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Selfie sticks are harder to use than I thought!
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Best place for snorkeling
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I may have hyperventilated a few times but I kept trying
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I was in awe of what I saw beneath the ocean
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Sulfer springs at the volcano
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Is supposed to take ten years off!
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The volcano that feeds the sulfur springs
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Sharing my pastries with the locals
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Our sitting room view
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Hummingbirds should be the national bird for how many there were. I couldn’t believe I caught part of him!
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Crazy awesome guy reminded me of the Wonderful Wizard of Oz movie
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I took so many photos watching this little guy climb the plant to eat the juicy leaf he was after

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Our welcome basket included a water gun – because the birds are so pesky and brave!

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Tet Paul nature trail was full of wonderful information about the island’s foliage and gardening

 

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View from ‘Heaven’, well worth the climb

 

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One of my new favorite flowers.

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Famous Friday night street party / fish fry. Their music puts any nightclub’s volume to shame!!

It just seemed fitting to share a post about the incredible vacation we had. I feel so blessed so happy to have the life I do.

childhood, Uncategorized

I hoard toilet paper

There I said it. I collect toilet paper. And not that scratchy cheap no name stuff. Definitely not the Green planet friendly tp. That stuff is worse than the tp at the govt funded buildings. I mean Charmine, Cottonelle,  Royale, and other baby soft brands. If they are on sale it comes home with me. Stuffed under handbags, in the back of the closet, in the kids’ washroom.  I buy the kids’ Store brands or other sale but still quality brands because it’s cheaper and they have no sense of the word waste as teenagers.

I know why I buy it. I understand buying on sale is a good idea. That being thrifty is the way to become a millionaire. That is not why I do it. I have this fear hidden deep in the darkness of my consciousness. I am afraid of using paper thin, sandpaper rough, one ply tissue. The kind you would be able to steal from the local library. Sounds ridiculous right. Wrong. I was so broke – a whole different blog story there for another time… I was so broke I would sneak into the public library and stuff a half used roll into my backpack.

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I can still see clear as day me sitting on the toilet. My black canvas satchel with its cold metal buckles on my lap. Trying to get that giant commercial size roll out of the case without making noise or breaking it. The metallic taste of fear on my tongue. The desperate need for tissue at home.

So now I have toilet paper. Good toilet paper. So soft it’s a kittens fur wiping your bottom. According to commercials. Or maybe so soft bears love it. Hoards of it in my closet, in the bathroom, in the kids bathroom. And I bought more today because it was almost half price. I am sure it will be double when I need it. So I buy more. I buy it for the sale not because I can’t help myself. I tell myself I’ll be good and buy only one giant bulk bag, not the maximum limit. That would be silly right! 🙂 Then I stress all the way home if I should have bought more while it was on sale. Or if I spent too much buying things like toilet paper on sale when I didn’t need it yet. Either way, I end up with a stomach ache.

So there it is. Why I hoard toilet paper. And probably food on occasion. Definitely speaks to my dislike of wasting anything. Throwing away anything when it can be donated. For I will never forget having to steal toilet paper.