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Canada my heart and my home-One liner Wednesday

Today in light of what happened in my country, and my nations capital I don’t make any attempt to be funny for one liner Wednesday. I stand in solidarity with my fellow Canadians with a heavy heart. #ottawastrong.
This is my submission to http://www.lindaghill.com. Check out what her and the other bloggers are up to. Thank you 🍁❤️


This tree, which grows in our valleys, on our rocks . . .grows fast, and when it is tall and strong, does not fear storms and overcomes the North wind which is unable to shake it. The maple is the king of our forest; it is the emblem of the Canadian people. Denis-Benjamin Viger


Liebster Award

I have a story I’d like to share and why it almost didn’t get written. I was nominated for a blogging award called the Liebster, which is given out to new bloggers. The fabulously talented http://angrivatedmom.wordpress.com nominated me with this incredible honor. She has made my day, week, month, and year recognizing me for my writing. I’ve always turned to writing to express myself, feel comfortable in my skin, when words fail me in the present there they appear eloquently in print. This blog about my award nearly didn’t get written as I wrote it in my phone, and I went to add something to it and it disappeared. I then continued to rewrite it and it disappeared again !!! At this time I was grieving the loss of lovely Lucy, missing my Mom, and overwhelmed with recent events with my sons health. That’s how the blog Through My Mamas Eyes was born. So I said ok Mom I give up what do you really want me to write? And just like that the answer came to me as I typed feverishly not wanting to miss a single moment of inspiration. So I’ve now copied and pasted what I wrote so far of this blog, as to not miss another opportunity to express my love and gratitude to Angrivated Mom. Thank you my sweet sister from a different mister, you have touched my heart in a thousand ways and for that I’ll always be grateful. ❤️


So onto the fabulous questions picked by the amazing Angrivated Mom. She’s an incredible writer, Mother, wife, and friend. You can check out her Facebook page here https://www.facebook.com/theangrivatedmom

1. Why is Blogging important to you?

Blogging is very important to me as it gives my crazy life perspective. It also helps me to think out loud and make sense of it all. And after I read what I wrote nine times out of ten I find a solution. 😃

2. What is your goal for your Blog?

My goal has been very simple I just wanted to be read. 😉 Now I find I’m challenging myself and I’m going to be writing everyday. I enjoy finding word prompts and linking up with other bloggers. It helps promote theirs and my blog for exposure. I think eventually I’d like to continue blogging and write specifically for a website and get paid for it. One of my long term goals is to turn my pain into power and write a book. I’ve been writing for so long with stories, journals, poems, and songs. I’d love to spin that all into a modge podge of feelings and see it in print.

3. Do you have any nicknames & how did you get them?

Yes I do quite a few actually Neaner, Neena bird, Neenifer, honey child and Pinky. All the ones that start with an N were made up by my beloved Mom. She was very creative and she had nicknames for all of her 6 kids. I think I got the most names because I was the last one born. What I wouldn’t give to hear her call me honey child again….. My best friend from childhood nicknamed me Pinky. We met when we were 12 and I had begun wearing the color pink. I did that for a whole year, thus the nickname. 💗

4. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be & why?

I would have to choose potatoes. I’m 1/3 Irish on my Mom’s side of the family so this is a wise choice. And 1/3 Ukrainian on my Dad’s so potatoes were staple in my family’s heritage. Potatoes are my comfort food, they fill me up when I’m hungry, warm up my tummy when I’m cold, and they let me be creative as I can top them up with cheese, chives, bacon, spices, sour cream, butter, and meat. They’re a one meal deal in a bowl. Potatoes make me happy and satisfied. 😃

5. If you could keep any animal in the world for a pet, what would it be?

I would pick a black panther as the ultimate animal. I love cats and this would be a larger, wilder, version of the feline persuasion. My Dad had a statue of a onyx black panther, and when I was a kid I wanted to be just like that jungle cat. Like a wild thing free, mysterious, and dangerous. Of course saying that I’d have to have a zoo enclosure to keep the panther. They’re magnificent creatures who I’d love to watch at a distance. But as much I like wild animals, zoos make me sad so I’d have to settle for the statue.

6. What/who is your favorite band/singer that you listen to when you’re in a bad mood & why does it calm you?

Wow, that’s a great question, I’ll have to borrow that when its my time to nominate! My favourite band hands down, is Motley Crüe. I’ve been listening to them since 1985 when Too Fast For Love came out. I love 80’s metal bands and I put on the Crüe when I want to rock out seriously, and head bang. It helps to calm and energize me simultaneously. As well as clearing out my mental cobwebs. My favourite singer is P!nk she’s got powerful vocals, a great “I don’t care what you think of me” attitude, and inspiring lyrics that make me belt out my favourite song Try. I stand in front of my mirror, close my eyes and sing my heart out. I become her with the rockstar hair, attitude, and rock hard abs. I listen to Enya for spiritual comfort when the world becomes too loud, busy, judgemental, cruel and heartless.

7. If you could give your child(ren) any present you wanted, regardless of cost, annoyance factor, or size, what would you choose?

I would buy my kids a trampoline, we have an indoor mini tramp and they both love to bounce. It’s really helpful occupational therapy for my youngest son and my oldest actually reads better after a few minutes of jumping. I would also love to have a indoor slide as I think it would be fun for me too. As I slide down the stairs to my laundry room basket in hand, and wine in the other. Oh my I can picture that now, and it’s making me giggle. 😜

8. What job did you want to grow up to have as a child?

Well this will make you laugh I wanted to be a model. My childhood friend knew a family friend who modelled professionally in Toronto, Canada. I was fascinated with her beautiful Italian looks, long legs, and swan like neck. I have blonde hair, blue eyes, and I’m very short. I wanted to be 6 feet tall and Italian. Then I discovered my love of writing and photography and I wanted to be a photo journalist. So here I am blogging and taking pictures, so I guess that’s close enough. 😊

9. If you could be any published, well-known author, who would you be & why?

I would be myself, I wouldn’t be a ghost writer. I would be proud of my work and want to share it with the world. I admire so many authors that can weave a tapestry of characters readers grow to love or despise and go vicariously on their adventures. I love great story tellers, Anne Rice being my absolute favourite. Followed by Danielle Steele, Robert Jordan, and Terry Goodkind. I love authors that can take me on exciting epic adventure in a book series. So if I had my choice I would be a serial book writer falling in love with my characters and seeing them grow, shift, change, and interact with the people and world they live in.

10. Do you have a talent or something unique about yourself besides writing?

I love to sing, dance, and act and I taught fitness for 17 years before having my second child. Singing is my passion, it fills my love bucket right to the brim. It feels so amazing to express myself vocally, and feel the lyrics to a song deep in my soul. I started singing very early as a child with my Mom. I’d sit on her knee while my brother played guitar or my sisters played piano. I then sung in my church choir and school concerts. It’s always been my dream to sing and let the world be touched emotionally, with the sound of my voice. 🎼🎶🎤

So that’s your getting to know jsackmom up close and personal now here comes my nominations. Drum roll please…. I nominate the following blogs.

Sparkly Poetic Weirdo

Check out her fabulous blog, beautiful poetry and tell her I sent you. For all her encouragement, support, and kindness to this newbie blogger I say thank you so much. 💗


My new duel citizenship friend Amanda on WordPress that writes with such passion and courage on her medical journey. Check out her awesomeness on WordPress and here on Facebook


Who is such a sweet lady and has recently reached 300 followers on her blog. Tell her this chick thinks she rocks. You can also check out her henhouse on Facebook here https://www.facebook.com/motherhendiaries

And to my fantastic new blogging friend over in the UK.

Check out his blog to dedicated to 80’s heavy metal bands and learn about some great music. He has been my rock with helping navigate the world of bullying and cheering for the underdog. He also has another blog called

So there you have it here are my 10 questions for you if you choose to accept the Liebster award.

1. What does blogging mean to you?
2. What do you see yourself doing 5 years from now?
3. What will you be writing about then?
4. What is your passion (besides writing) that gives you a fire in your belly?
5. Do you have a favourite writing ritual that gets you in the creative mode to write?
6. What motivates you, and what’s your goal for your blog?
7. Are you content to just write your blog, or do you want to be a published author? And if you’re a published author are you planning on writing another book?
8. What/who is your favourite band, singer that you listen to when you’re in a bad mood? And why does it calm you? (Awesome question borrowed from the angrivated Mom)
9. Name 5 of your favourite things and give a reason why.
10. If there was only book left on your book shelf what would it be and why is it your favourite?

So my lovely nominees here’s the The Official Rules of the Liebster Award:

If you have been nominated for The Liebster Award and choose to accept it, you must write a blog post about the Liebster award in which you:

1. Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link back to their blog on your blog.

2. Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget” on your sidebar.

3. Answer the 10 questions about yourself provided to you by the person who nominated you.

4. Nominate 5 – 10 blogs that you feel deserve the award. (They must have a less than 1000 followers.)

5. Create a new list of questions for those bloggers to answer.

6. List these rules in your post (You can copy and paste from here.)

7. Once you have written and published it, you then must inform the people/blogs that you nominated and provide a link to your post so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it!)

So good luck and congratulations to my fellow nominees. Thank you for being a special part of my life. Big hugs and high fives sent your way. 😃❤️


Through my Mamas eyes

I look in the mirror and I see my Mom’s face looking back at me. I have her kind, blue, shining eyes, her strong prominent nose, and her lovely lips that spoke the kindest words and covered my boos boos with her kisses. I look at her and want to dive into that mirror and live a thousand lifetimes with her again. Say all the words that were never spoken, ask all the questions I was afraid to ask, and hold her and never let her go. I talk to my Mom always, she knows my daily life, my passions, my cursing jags, and the tears I cry when I’m giving into my pain. She sees my smile and laughter when I’m playing with my precious sons. My acrobatic acts while playing Wii, my screams and giggles when wrestling with them on the floor, and the loving prayers we say at night. She knows their habits, their idiosyncrasies that make them so special and unique. And I know she’s there watching always and cheering them on in their victories. By giving them ethereal hugs and high fives, and always her love and pride. I know she holds me through my sadness, picks me up when I’ve fallen down, and chastises me for how much I drink. 😉 It’s the things that make me thing that she’s not really gone. And when I’m feeling pure abundant joy she’s there dancing with me, singing silly songs with my kids, and feeling my heart grow with love for them everyday. I see her, I hear her, and I feel her nearby. She’s never far from my thoughts, my heart, or my soul. She bathes me in her kindness, compassion, and strength. My Mom lets me know she’s there with angel messages, birds, butterflies, and music. I hear an Elvis song when I’m deep in thought and grief over her. I feel that love she has for me as I listen to the sweet, soft, melody of Love Me Tender sung so beautifully by her favourite idol. I feel comfort at these times knowing she’s always here with me. And she shares the love with my other siblings and their families. My Mom had the greatest capacity to love, she also could swear a blue streak when she wasn’t feeling in love with something or someone. She could reduce me to laughter in minutes when she’d get into one of her cursing tirades. She would look at me with fury in her eyes but a smile creeping into her lips. It was easy to love and laugh so easily with her. And difficult to stay angry for very long as we were so much alike. To Mom a bad day could be cured with a nice cup of tea, a pastry, laughter, and the gift of song. She was an enigma once you spent time with her you were changed forever. She had a gift of the gab, a flair for the dramatic, and a beautiful voice whether she was singing or speaking. I’d love to sing with her again like those carefree days and feel that power of music uplifting my soul. Instead I have to settle for looking in the mirror and have her smiling back at me. Love you Mama always and forever. 💗


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There are a lot of times I want to close my eyes to the truth. I want to believe the best about people than seeing and feeling their lies. I want to have faith that the medical professionals I deal with have my sons best interest at heart. I have to fight long and hard to advocate for my children, to get the help and services they need. Today I met with a sleep specialist who I’ve been needing to meet all my life. She was able to pinpoint what was exactly wrong with my son in a matter of minutes. She was very thorough and careful with him as she knew of his sensory disorder. He trusted her enough to let her touch his head, face, and ears which he would go mental about if it wasn’t me. He trusted her as soon as we walked in her office so that allowed me too as well. She told me he was experiencing all his sleep issues due to allergies. He’s an open mouth breather, orally fixated, and has hypotonia of the jaw so I have to monitor him while eating and sleeping. I love my child so much and all this repertoire has been exhausting for us both. Now he will see an allergist and will be put on medication to reduce the inflammation. The Dr said she will treat the sleep apnea when everything else he’s experiencing shows improvement. So my head’s swimming with all this new information, and I go right into research mode absorbing and learning as much as I can. I will be changing to a gluten free diet, increasing his iron stores, and continuing with his sensory diet for regulation. I learned more in that 30 minute office visit than I did in a year of assessment after assessment! I wanted to close my eyes and take it all in, finally someone who was helpful and honest enough to give me answers. And then the tears of relief started flowing as I hugged my boy so tight and shook his Dr’s hand. She is the best of the best and we’re very blessed to have gotten an appointment in the first place. I have prayed for this day to come for a long, long, time. For God to guide me in the direction of health and healing. This amazing Dr even gave me an exam and wants me to get tested for sleep apnea! She said there is genetic preposition to why my son at the age of 3 has it. So there I sat in her office tears streaming down my face and feeling the weight of the world lifting off my shoulders. I live a precarious existence surviving on little sleep, lots of caffeine, little support, and my blogging to keep me sane. And tonight for the first time I close my eyes not in exhaustion, but in gratitude for the blessings bestowed upon my family. I close this chapter in my life being fuelled by caffeine and anxiety to keep me running my household like a fine oiled machine. And I open my mind and heart to new ideas and possibilities, that I’m not alone in my struggles anymore. As I walk this new enlightened path to the truth. Growing closer and closer, to freedom and faith.

Today’s Sunday confession is brought to you by Ash at http://www.morethancheeseandbeer.com. Please get up close and personal with her blog and all the other amazing bloggers that link up. Much love and respect. ❤️




I think about things that are many different shapes circles that are round, squares that are shaped like a box, and I think about myself and how I fit into this scenario. I’ve always been different, I didn’t think like other kids I was deep, introspective, and I saw a lot more than they did. For underneath the surface lies the truth even if people aren’t telling it. I’ve always been that proverbial square peg in a round hole never quite fitting in, and always going against the grain. This has served my purpose here in life quite well. I either attract like minded people and energy or I repel what is considered the “norm”. I think about myself as a person, my mind, spirit, and my body. I have curves like a race track I was born to hug corners and the people I love. That has always brought me a lot of attention from men and jealousy from women. I never could understand why there could be such an attraction,as I never saw myself as more than my mind and emotions. Feeling the repercussions of the green eyed monster baffled me, as women would think I was flirting with their man if I said hello, or asked the time. I was raised by kind people, and they taught me to be kind in return. I remember the first time I moved to the city and I saw this good looking guy and he looked at me through a window at a restaurant and smiled at me. I in turn smiled back, he walked by and I left the restaurant shortly after. My sister in-law and I walked around downtown as she showed me the sights. I caught this guys eye again crossing the street and he again smiled. So likewise I reciprocated, my sister in-law saw this and became very alarmed. She dragged me into a store and said you never make eye contact with a stranger, and you never ever smile! Well I was perplexed to say the least as all my small town charm wasn’t necessary. And in this particular case she was right as this good looking guy started following us. That was my first and very important lesson and I began to look ahead, confident, and tough, while walking around the city. My brothers advice was keep your head up, and look like you know where you’re going even if you don’t. So the way my childhood shaped me didn’t prepare me for the big city life. I still prefer small towns, but I’ve adapted over the years with each move that I make. And I still shape my personality to how I was raised to be kind, caring, and respectful. I’m still a little different and that’s ok, I don’t need to shape myself into something I’m not. I see that very clearly now as I mature and find more reasons to be comfortable in my own skin. I really like the shape I’m in and make no apologies for that. I think that’s the best part of being a square peg in a round hole.

Today’s Saturday Stream of Consciousness is brought to you by http://lindaghill.com. and the prompt is shape. Check out her Saturday thoughts and all the other talent who link up. 😊



Friday’s Feats and Fails

Well I started out my last Friday with a long weekend. It was a Canadian Thanksgiving so I packed up my boys and heading out on a road trip. I went back to my hometown for my best friends Mom’s funeral. It was a very sad occasion but I was so glad I could be there for my bestie and her family.


I was armed with my trusty driving companion SIRI, gassed up truck, road trip tunes, and my cutie pie sons rocking out in the backseat. I didn’t get lost or anxious which is a major feat for me. I made good time too, and my kids and I had fun telling stories and making up silly songs.


Before we left town my Captain and I got into an argument. He’s been stressed out at school with being bullied, and he was missing his first hockey game on the weekend. So no matter what I won’t be screamed at by anyone so I called in my hubby with reinforcements. The Captain and I were locked in a power struggle and I had to leave. So his Dad talked to him and explained there would be other hockey games and I had to be there for my bestie. With both my Captain and I being so much alike and stubborn, I shudder for his teenage years. 😳


I made it through the funeral and was able to support my best friend and sing for lovely Lucy. I also shared a story I wrote for her. It was an emotional day and my kids were able to have a play date with their cousins. I’m so grateful for all the help I had for the weekend. An amazing baby sitter who’s an ECE (Early Childhood Educator) awesome family that looked after my boys so I could attend the funeral, and time spent with my best friend. ❤️


I’ve been so exhausted since my traveling that I’ve been a sloth so laundry piled up. It got washed, dried folded, and will be put away eventually. 😉 I crawled into bed and watched the season premiere of the Walking Dead and called it a day.


We had a wonderful thanksgiving with my husband and I contributing to the dinner preparation. I was so thankful to be home with my fabulous family and celebrating our first big feast in our new home. So I stuffed myself literally and went into a turkey coma and had a much needed nap on the couch. Woke up to discover the sink was clogged, and it was time to put my kids to bed and get prepared for school.


I took my sons to school the next day and was waiting for the bell to ring and I saw this boy that’s been picking on my son. So he came up to the Captain and started poking him in the chest and I started yelling at him to back off. He didn’t even acknowledge me so I told Morgan tell him to stop! I was very angry and I couldn’t contain it. So I had to leave immediately when the bell rang because I was going to follow that brat and unleash Mama bear on him. 😡


I’ve managed to hold it together, get caught up on laundry, got my Mad dog’s paperwork together so he can see a sleep specialist this weekend. I got my Captain to and from hockey practice and then to theatre practice. And I was able to be on sink duty when I discovered both sinks were clogged up after I ran the dishwasher. I admitted defeat and crawled into bed thinking this too shall pass. And note to self, call the plumber in the morning.


Never ever put potato peelings in the garburator, they will not be reduced to mush and wash down the drain. My hubby thought that was a good place for them. I’m a 1/3 Irish so I know a thing or two about potatoes. And my Mom and Gram used the whole thing even when making mashed potatoes. The skins were always used up by melting cheese, bacon, chives, and voila instant appetizer. Mmm bacon….what was I writing about now?


I called the plumber the sink’s fixed, I came home cut up wood for the fire pit from the branch that has been sitting there for 3 weeks. I played some hockey with my youngest and then came inside to have hot chocolate and watch a movie and write my blog. So all in all a busy week, I survived, didn’t beat anybody up in my reality, but wow in my mind and heart I’ve been Rocky Balboa. Yo Adrienne I did it!!!

This Friday’s Feats and Fails brought to by fabulous Ash at http://www.morethancheeseandbeer.com. Check out how her week went and all the others awesome bloggers who link up. Big hugs and high fives. 💓



An Angel in Wendy’s

I read a blog tonight that reminded me of an experience I had with a server at a fast food restaurant. I thank you for the inspiration http://blessedwithastarontheforehead.wordpress.com. Reading what you wrote tonight made me remember my story. So here I am to tell it, I went away for the long weekend with my kids and we were out of our routine. With my youngest son having SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder) too many transitions, lack of self regulation, and the busy noise of the world can be a lot for him to handle. I try my best to keep us on routine with his sensory “diet” but all the newness of people, places, things, can cause issues for him. We had gone out for lunch to Wendy’s and it was very busy. I was with my brothers so I went up with my kids to order. There was a long line up and I was praying we’d be served quickly. My oldest son was doing his best to keep his brother occupied, by singing and making silly faces. That’s when it all started as my son threw himself on the floor. I felt the judgmental looks, heard the angry whispers, instantly as my out of control child started reacting to his environment. I picked him up and held him the best I could. Holding my toddler is like holding a bag of snakes! Then he started shrieking which starts out as singing, yelling, and then full blown “stimming” as he seeks out sensory input. A sensory meltdown is what ensues if I can’t help regulate and calm him. It’s hard for me not to be embarrassed even though I’ve been through it before. I avoid restaurants for this very reason, as well as all the judgement that follows.

And then our server appeared and she smiled and said “you look like you could use some help Mom.” I smiled and said “you have no idea how much I’d appreciate that.” She took our order and talked to my son like he was the most fascinating person she’d had ever seen. She also gave him a cup to play with. He just beamed at her with his sweet smile and stopped shrieking. I breathed a sigh of relief and I felt everyone around me did as well. I got my food and sat down to eat and my brother said “I don’t know how you do it.” I replied “I don’t think about it, I just get it done.” After we ate I went up to say thank you, and my server said she had been there before, and remembered what it was like. I smiled and said it was a blessing all the same and she was making a difference in the world. I left the restaurant and buckled my kids in their seats, and I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and it was wonderful her, she came up to thank me. She asked me if I’d fill out a comment card, as her boss said she needed to be recognized. I agreed not only for her excellent customer service, but her compassion as well. I looked at her name tag after introducing myself and saw her name was Angel. I gave her a big hug and went on my way hopeful that I could get through another tough day. When I wanted to cry and run away and hide my son from all that negativity. It takes seconds to return a smile, and a lifetime to forget ones never given. Thank you Angel for being an angel that day, and your cup of kindness. ❤️


Let there be me

Where there is life’s struggles, let there be faith, where there is pain, let there be hope. Where there is sadness, let there be joy. Where there is love let there be light.

Written by me ❤️

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My comment on The Art of Following a Blog

I don’t even now how this got on here but I was reading the http://dailypost.wordpress.com blog titled The Art of Following a blog. This was my comment on his posting. It wasn’t meant to be a reblog as I don’t know how to do that. But here it is so if you’d like to check out his brilliance please do so. 😃

I enjoyed reading this and I’m always following and reading blogs. I find the WP community very supportive and I started a blog kindness train on my corner of the blogosphere. I wanted to help and support new bloggers and it gained me and them some followers, which is awesome!!! I’m all about paying it forward and it felt good to do that. I think in the end we all just want to be read, heard, and understood. Or maybe that’s just me.😉 Thank you for writing this, great blog that has me thinking this morning. 😊

The Daily Post

Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, your blog: pitch a tent anywhere on the web, and the expectation is that people will quickly line up to give you a (virtual) high five in the form of a “follow.” I see it often enough in our own Community Pool posts here at The Daily Post: “Follow me and I’ll follow you back!”

It’s pretty clear what the followed blogger’s supposed to do: keep posting stuff that others enjoy reading. Be a gracious host. Ensure posts are readable. But what about the follower? Is there a job description for what happens after you click on a blog’s “Follow” button (or Follow Blog Widget)? Here’s some food for thought.

Don’t expect instant reciprocity

You shouldn’t take the plunge if you don’t want to read new content from the person whose blog you just followed.

When you follow a blog you’re making a light…

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One liner Wednesday

After a doom and gloom mood for the day I decided to end the evening with something either profound or amusing. You can take your pick on which one strikes your fancy. After mulling over what to make of my day I thought about parenting.

I’ve come to realize that being a parent means I’ll wear my heart on my sleeve or feel guilty about something. So in conclusion if airlines offered reward points for guilt trips, I’d be a frequent flier 😉

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