When you find something that works

There are many of us who suffer side effects caused from the meds we take for our chronic pain or from the surgeries we’ve had. Even the inactivity due to pain plays havoc on our systems that when we find something, anything that helps elevate some of the bad side affects we want to share with everyone. Many of us have IBS, diverticulitis and many other internal problems. For years I have had issues with eating fruits and vegetables. they cause me so much pain that I would be hospitalized. I tried everything and anything that would give me the nutrients I needed to keep healthy. Then a friend gave me a sample of a green powder to mix with water or juice to try. To be honest I was not hopeful but thought “why not?” Well after I used the sample up I decided I would get a bottle and give it an honest to goodness workout.

Her is what I found:

1. What looks unappetizing has a pleasant and sweet taste.

2. I can mix it with water, juice and even mixed it in with my yogurt.

3. I have no unpleasant or painful side affects.

4. I have less bloating.

5. I have been able to cut down the amount of stimulants needed to keep my system running smoother.

To many this might now be much but to me anything that helps in anyway is a bonus.

I am not selling, I am sharing, so here is the information if anyone else needs to give this a try.

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Mom always said to eat your veggies. Greens Balance makes this easy with its spectrum of proprietary colour blends of whole fruit and vegetable powders — delivering antioxidants, phytonutrients and fibre you need to have a more balanced, healthier diet every day. Mom would be so happy. 30 servings/30-day supply

Nutrition Facts

Per scoop / par mesure (7.2 g)

Amount % Daily Value
Calories 25
Fat 0.3 g 0%
Sodium 25 mg 1%
Carbohydrate 5 g 2%
Fibre 3 g 10%
   Sugars 1 g
   Protein 2 g
Vitamin A 0%
Vitamin C 4%
Calcium 2%
Iron 15%

INGREDIENTS / INGRÉDIENTS : inulin, spirulina, alfalfa, barley, wheat grass, chlorella, spinach, red beet, pumpkin, chia seed, quinoa, flax seed, kale, carrot, banana, mango, orange juice, papaya, peach, pineapple, sweet potato, concord grape, artichoke, broccoli, parsley, pomegranate, acerola, cherry, cranberry, raspberry, red coffee bean, tomato, black currant, blackberry, blueberry, elderberry, prune, purple sweet potato, stevia leaf extract.

Jo Anne is the friend who introduced me to this amazing product and if you think it might help you she would be happy to be of service.

Thank you Jo Anne. www.joanneorton.arbonne.com

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Coffee anyone?

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I had one of the funniest things happen to me as I was going through the drive through of Tim Horton’s. I know, I know it would have been a heck of a lot faster to just park the car and walk the ten feet to the counter, instead of waiting in line for half an hour. But, I was in a hurry lol. I take my coffee with what I call tons of regular milk, or some say, coffee with my milk. So, I asked for a large coffee with 1/3rd regular milk. The young man sweetly said,”anything else today?” Politely I said back, “no thank you that will be all.” I did not pay any attention to how much he said I owed, because I had a fistful of change ready. When I approached, I was met with a very bewildered young man who by the way, did not have a coffee for me in hand. I looked at him and said,”large coffee with 1/3rd regular milk?” He looked at me  very sheepishly and said, “sorry miss, I know what half and half is and what cream is, even regular milk but I do not know what 1/3rd regular milk is.” The girls standing behind him tried very hard not to bursts out laughing as they explained to him I wanted 1/3rd of my cup filled with regular milk with my coffee. He smiled although embarrassed but I learned a valuable lesson as well be more specific at Tim Horton’s drive through.The coffee was perfect by the way.

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Finding ones way back! Renewed and refreshed.

 

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It has been several months since I have posted on my blog. So much has happened that I would have to write a novel to explain it all. I have had my heart-broken for I have lost a son, not to the grim reaper but to unfortunate circumstances. I have been subjected to three more surgeries, watched my husband’s health suffer, moved to another town, turned sixty-nine years old and celebrated fifty years married. The last three events should have been happy, joyful and memorable experiences but because of the first heartbreaking events they were not. I know I am not the only mother who has suffered this painful, gut wrenching and devastating loss but it sure felt like I was the only one at the time.  

Our other children, grandchildren and family did their best to see we had an anniversary to add to our memory bank and we love them for that. But our hearts would not allow us to rejoice the way we deserved.

It is time I take God’s hand and ask Him to help guide me though a time of healing. I know I cannot do this alone and was not strong enough to ask for His help before now. I am ready and I can see there is a light at the end of what seemed like a very dark  tunnel into the unknown. I pray for my son who someday may find his way back to his family.

So I am writing this post today, and tomorrow I will get back to writing the sequel to my book “A Hairdresser’s Diary”. I will take one day at a time and cherish each of those days. As far as my Anniversary, Ron and I will be married fifty years for a whole year, and will have lots of time to celebrate the way we imagined we would.

Thank you all my friends for your past support and I can only hope you will keep visiting me once again.

Something cool to read by the pool – A Hairdresser’s Diary

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If you have not already read ‘A Hairdresser’s Diary’ now might be a great time to enjoy this inspirational memoir. You can find it at any of these links. Read the reviews and then write your own. You can get it in e-book or printed form. If you prefer an autographed copy you can now get a digital signature for your e-book on Amazon.ca or .com.

 

http://www.amazon.com/Hairdressers-Diary-looking-reflection-ourselves/dp/1475164289/ref=zg_bsnr_220855011_12

 

http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=A+Hairdresser%27s+Diary&categoryId=100501

 

http://www.ahairdressersdiary.com/

My 2nd interview with Michael

 

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http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/2013/06/guest-authors-revisited-christine-hannon.html

Thanks Michael
The Cult of Me Blog: http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/

Find out about my book releases and read posts about writing, reviews, guest posts and interviews
Thank you Michael for this wonderful opportunity to share with all your friends and other authors. You are most kind to do this for us.  

FLABBERMOUTH Stories # 3

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Flabbermouth # 3

 

 I was not going to share this story with anyone to-day with Christmas so close, but I think it might be a positive thing. My friend Cheryl just called to tell me she is still laughing and doesn’t think she will stop anytime soon.

            Cheryl came for a Christmas coffee this evening. She noticed the card I had from our vet with our late Cercie’s footprint on it. We started talking about our furry family members who had passed. We discussed how we felt they left us far too soon. I talked about my Cercie and she talked about her Wishbone. I teared up for a few moments, as I remembered how Cercie buried her weary head in my bosom, while the vet relieved her of her unbearable pain.

            Cheryl asked, “Did you have her cremated to keep her?”

            “No, we just had her paw print made. It is preserved on that plaque on the fireplace.”

            She said, “I can handle anything, but cremation.” She added with a shudder, “I had to watch a movie on it for nursing and I found it far too hard to absorb.”

            We talked about how she cannot be in the same room with ashes, even her own pets. I felt bad for her. I knew, by the look on her face that this was a very uncomfortable subject. Yet, I also could see it was something she wanted to share with me. Her husband and she had a heated discussion about their pet being cremated and she was afraid she was losing.

            I remembered that once before she had told me, she and her hubby would be cremated when the time came. “Have you changed your mind?” I asked.

            “No. It just creeps me out and I can’t help it.”

            “Well,” I said, “Ron and I have our plans already. The fact we are being buried in a family plot dictates cremation.” I continued, “As a matter of fact, I told Ron that we should consider a plan I have.”

            “What is that?” Cheryl asked.

            “I think we should be buried in the same Urn, at the same time.”

            “How would that work?” She questioned with a frown.

            “Well whoever goes first would be kept in the Urn until the other passes.” I continued with, “Then, when the other one goes we would be put in the same urn together.”

            Flabbermouth striking again said, “The only thing I ask is that no one shakes us up. I don’t want something stuck in my mouth that should not be there, especially for eternity.”

            Cheryl started to laugh so hard, she was snorting. “Oh my gawd,” She cried through her snorts. “Chris, only you could take something I am afraid of and make me see it in a whole new light.” Hunched over with a stitch in her side and through tears, she repeated, “I am so happy I came for coffee tonight, I just hope I can drive home without the car shaking.”

            The phone rang disrupting the moment. Her hubby wanted her to go pick up her kids at soccer and go home. She could not even talk to him she was laughing so hard.

            “Yep she is on her way,” I told him.

            “Is everything alright?” he asked.

            “Absolutely, alright.” I replied

            As I said in the beginning of this story, Cheryl just called. She wanted to tell me she may never fear cremation again, but the vision I left in her head is disturbing to say the least. My last words to her before I hung up, “And you thought the Kama Sutra left images.” She started to laugh again and I could hear her snorting between, “Only you Chris, only you.”

            “Good night, Cheryl.”

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My Flabbermouth Series – chapter 2

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Chapter Two

 

Sometimes remembering the flabbermouth moments are painful. This is especially true when I realize just how dumb I really sound. In some cases, it might take a few minutes or so to sink in. Remember the reference from the last story, my not being the brightest bulb on the tree? This is one of those occasions. I however cannot believe my family still has it in their memory bank. They cannot remember my birthday, but this is burned into their brains.

The family and I were sitting on the couch watching a science – health show one evening on tv. The discussion was on how individual parts of the body function and moves.
The first part of the program was based on the problems and function of our joints.
The second part discussed the damage that could be done by smoking and what it does to the organs and growth hormones. I found all of this rather interesting and it had me thinking. I was taking it all in as at that time, Ron was a heavy smoker. I on the other hand had never parted my lips for the deadly cancer stick. So in my mind part of getting Ron to quit smoking, would be in this new-found knowledge.

When the first part of the show was over. Ron noticed I was staring at him intensely, “What on earth are you looking at?” He said with a rather inquisitive look on his face.
“I was just thinking.”
“Oh no, not again.”
“Yes again, the show has made me think,”
With that, he rolled his eyes and the kids laughed.

“Oh oh, moms thinking again,” piped up one of our rug rats.

Now I was determined to show them I could say something smart. So out it came. “Honey I want to be serious now ok? I have an important. When we talk, what jaw moves our top or bottom one?”
“You are kidding right?” Ron questioned with a furrowed brow.
“No!” I was annoyed he would put it that way.

Then as if the family had rehearsed the response for weeks, they in unison started talking. Moving their heads up and down, pushing their heads back trying to keep their bottom jaw still. They were laughing so hard they almost rolled on the floor. “Anymore questions dear. Does any one have anything to say to your mom?” Hysterically one after the other they teased me. I soon saw the humour in the latest ‘flabbermouth’ moment.

That night when we went to bed Ron apologized for being so hard on me but he said, “Honey you have to admit it was pretty funny?”
“I know now it was.” I said embarrassed but still able to laugh.

And then, ‘flabbermouth’ hit me again. “At least I didn’t tell you I was worried about smoking stunting your growth.”
With that, Ron reached over and patted me on the head and as I turned around to face him he said, “Like this?” There he was with his tee-shirt pulled up over his arm with only his hand showing wiggling his fingers at me. I slapped him and rolled over but not before hearing. “Honey life would be so dull without you?” With that, he got one more giggle in before falling asleep.

My Flabbermouth Series

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I have been wondering what I can do to keep my blog interesting while I continue to write the sequel to “A Hairdresser’s Diary “

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So I thought I would post some of the stories I am writing called “MY FLABBERMOUTH SERIES” ( flabbermouth is my word for foot in mouth moments that leave one flabbergasted ) these are true events that have happened in my life over the last 50 years. I hope you enjoy reading them and at least get a chuckle. In some cases those who know me personally these might bring back a memory or two.

Chapter One

I am what the world classifies as the queen of ‘flabbermouth.’ I am always saying something at the wrong time or in the wrong place. I am the unpaid family clown making everyone laugh although most times it is not planned.

My kids would say, “Oh it is just one of mom’s ‘flabbermouth’ moments again.” The sad part for me, but the entertaining part for my friends and family, is that I don’t realize what I had said until it is pointed out to me. Then even I can’t believe I said it.

Poor Ron just shakes his head in embarrassment or disbelief. One would think after so many years he would get used to me right? Wrong.

I love to cook and experiment with many different dishes. Each member of my family has their favourites and on this particular night it was Ron’s turn to have his choice. – Breaded deep-fried squid.- Yuk! As much as I didn’t like the cleaning, cutting, feel and look of these creatures, I sucked it up and did the dirty deed. I made Ron his favourite no matter what the sheer yukkies did to me. The kids teased me that the tentacles looked like baby spiders, so that didn’t help the situation in the least. The thing I detested more than squid was any type of creepy spiders.

Passionately I cleaned, and then cut (into perfect sized rings) I floured, battered and fried these discussing looking morsels. All the time working with my nose turned up. Every so often taking the time to reminding Ron how much I must love him, to do this wonderful loving thing for him.

Now the moment of truth, the taste test. Was it up to par? I had the squid all set out on a nice white dish with condiments ready for him to dig in. If I say so myself, it was a very appetizing looking dish. The kids each took a fair-sized portion and started to eat, when Douglas said, “Dad don’t the tentacles look like spiders? Annoyingly, I told him to stop talking and eat. I gave a shudder. Ron looked over at him and smiled. The most devilish smile I have seen in a while. Winking at the kids, he picked up one of the tentacles and placed one hanging out of the corner of his mouth. He then started to chase me around the house and into the back yard. As I ran, I was squealing for him to stop. My neighbour Delores who was outside watering her lawn hollered to me, “Why are you squealing?”
Out of breath, I pointed and said, “Ron is chasing me with his testicles hanging out of his mouth.”

With a curious look on her face she said, “Oh my, how talented he is” and started to laugh hysterically. Before long, it was going around the small neighbourhood how gifted my hubby was. I was teased, for a very long time. Some snickered and one friend made reference to the ‘squid on sale.’Some of those friends even pretended to have something sticking out the corner of their mouths teasing me unmercifully. That was until I did or said something else which made them forget that ‘flabbbermouth’ moment for another.

All the teasing was in fun. I however have not lived this one down. Even to-day when my kids or Ron sees squid. I think I can hear them say, “She’s not the brightest bulb on the tree.” But, we love her. Lol. This is something I have never doubted.

Mother’s Day Smile

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Mother’s Day was coming and I so love getting hand-made cards from my hubby Ron. I have always felt there was so much more love in a hand-made card versus a store-bought one. Ron was not great at writing love poems in mine, but he always came up with a quote that was loving and appropriate.

My daughter Christine was going to be on her own for the first time since being newly divorced. Shandra her daughter was too young to do anything for her so I thought I would. Since I write poetry and know how to use the computer program to make the cards I would try it. I wrote the perfect poem. Not mushy or generic but something that would give her a much-needed lift and let her know how much we love her.

I painted her a picture of wild roses on a jacket that she had asked for. I used that picture on the front of her card. After picking out the best font for the poem, I printed it and sealed it in an envelope that I also made. On the front of the envelope, I wrote ‘To My Wonderful Daughter’ in calligraphy.

Her father and I then invited her and our wonderful granddaughter over for brunch. After brunch, we exchanged cards. I was so proud. I just knew she would love the card as much as she did her painted jacket.

I had a huge smile on my face as she opened it. I winked at Ron who gave me the thumbs up. All of a sudden, Christine started to laugh. She was laughing so hard she could not speak. Perplexed I took the card from her and read,” I know I’m not your mother.” Somehow “I know your not my Mother” got mixed up between my pea brain and my fingertips.  Need I say more? Not a Mother’s Day passes that she doesn’t remind me of my special Mother’s Day card that only ‘her mother’ could have written. Ron just rolls his eyes and shook his head.

Happy Mother’s Day to every mother everywhere.

 

 

An amazing afternoon with Probus

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I have to share with you, my readers about an awesome afternoon I had yesterday. Last November at my book signing event at the Coles Bookstore  in Brantford for my book ‘A Hairdresser’s Diary’ I was approached by a customer who suggested she would be contacting a friend of hers who might be interested in me being a guest speaker at a local womans club. To say the least I was flattered. It was only a few days when I received an invitation from Lucinda asking me if I would like to do that very thing (be their guest speaker) the date chosen was May 8th, yesterday in fact. I am ashamed to say I knew nothing about this group that Lucinda talked about so I Googled it. The group is called Probus http://www.probus.org/worigins.htm.

I am a woman who loves to talk and am far from being shy. I love to share my stories and that is one reason I wrote my book but speaking in public to a group is something I have never done nor expected to do. I was not smart enough to ask Lucinda through our several e mails passed between us how many members I should expect to talk to. When I arrived I was directed to a room that was indeed a full house. Lucinda greeted me and I expressed my surprise at the crowd. I said, “how many ladies are there?” Lucinda without missing a beat said,”oh about four hundred.” Seeing the shock on my face she laughed. “I think about a hundred or so today.” I was still in shock. I thought I would be lucky to be in the company of about twenty or twenty-five at the most. I was not sure how many members would be interested in and inexperienced first time author.

I was not two steps into the room and I could feel the acceptance, warmth and friendliness of these amazing women. Each and everyone met me with their smiles and others greeted me verbally. I was shocked to have one of my Facebook friends Wendy there and introduce me to the group.

Shaking like a leaf I started to speak. It was not long before this amazing group of woman made me feel so comfortable that I was sharing my stories as if I was talking one on one. There was no background chattering or disruptive noises and I did not have to shout to be heard. The reception was incredible. They made me feel like I was one of their cosy family members.  It was suggested I take some of my books for the members to purchase and I sold every copy I took. I met someone who I taught make up to when we both sold a cosmetics line at the same time, and to my total astonishment a woman who took the same modeling course that I did at the same school in London a few years after me. It is truly a small world.

My daughter and I were both invited to join this lovely group for lunch and we accepted. We are both on a waiting list to join these lovely ladies in what they do.

I cannot thank them each and every one for making yesterday a most enjoyable day. They also taught me a very valuable lesson, I loved talking in this forum. I would also like to thank you for the beautiful handmade Thank You card that was presented to me made by one of your talented members.

Thank you all so very much the ladies of PROBUS group Brantford.

 

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