Not alot of goings on today. Worked this morning. I'm enjoying the new job, just wondering if I'm the right person for this position though. I'm trying to keep a low profile, but sometimes I'm wondering if I might be keeping quiet about too much. I don't mind the mindless work, it's actually enjoyable, but do miss the missed teaching moments and wonder which is more useful. Will keep my eyes peeled, and maybe have some discussions to make sure I'm on the right track for this position. The staff and kids are great, just different to what I'm used to.
Had a nice soak in the hot tub this afternoon. It was relaxing and gave me a great chance to do some reflecting. I really need to get out and shovel some of that snow away from my hottub path though. My toes were a little chilly by the time I got the hot tub lid closed, my shoes on and back into the house.
A quick jaunt to the cell phone store so the son could buy his replacement cell phone. At least there was a lesson learned - cell phones should not be taken into the bathroom and should not be left near the tub. That was a $140.00 lesson. Then it was off to soccer. Had a nice visit with Mr. E. while we waited. Speaking of the E's. I will be needing a new work schedule for you Shaunan. That way I'll know when you won't be visitable!!!!!
BODY: Got in over 13,000 steps tonight. Plus I think the soak in the hot tub was great for my weary body.
MIND: Louise Hay "My Life is full of little miracles popping up out of the blue." Ain't that the truth.
Good night and here's to a warmed day tomorrow.
Stacey
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Day 148 - 217 Days to Go
This was supposed to be my productive day. Not as productive as I would have liked! I had a hard time getting out of bed this morning. Tired - yes; no energy - yes; blues - not really. I did get up at 7:00 and have breakfast, but went back to bed, and dreamed and every time I woke up from a dream, I'd say to myself "Time to get up!" But my body wouldn't listen. Maybe all the dreams stopped me from having a good sleep. I must remember to start recording my dreams again. I put my dream book somewhere...... Like 2009 there are dreams in there I would never have remembered, but when you write them down, you remember exactly what happened!!!
The son had soccer tonight. Had a chance to play up on a men's team. So many differences and yet so similar. It doesn't get any easier to watch. These guys play hard, kick hard, hit hard and take no guff. Similar to U18 playing except, the ref in U18 calls them on more of these hits. All in all, I think the son enjoyed it. It was a fast game.
Poem/story: Usually at Christmas I send a letter or poem with my cards. In 2007, Maya did our letter.
A CHRISTMAS WISH FROM MAYA
2007 has been a very busy year in the Wee house this year. This is why I am in charge of the annual Christmas letter. That and the fact that I am so darn cute (beauty is in the eye of the beholder),
Where to start – How about me! I turned 1 in March (we won’t even get into dog years!) My adoptive parents (whom I now call Mom and Dad) took a trip in May to visit my ancestral home, Guadalajara, Mexico. Rumor had it that they might come home with a puppy baby sister or brother for me. Dad must have behaved himself, because the only souvenir they brought back was something called “Tequila.”
My sister Ashley graduated from grade 12 in June. I got to play with her all summer. Then at the end of August she and Dad took a trip to Peterborough, Ontario. Only Dad came home. It is my understanding that she decided to stay in Peterborough (as opposed to being left there) and do more schooling at some place called Trent University. She came back to visit me at Thanksgiving, and she will be coming back at Christmas time too. I can’t wait. Her room has been too clean, and I have missed my morning cuddling into her pile of clothes on the floor. Her horse (and my brother from another mother) Mac is being leased, but will be up for sale soon. (I hope Mom never gets to busy that she puts me up for sale.)
My brother Patrick is in Grade 9 this year. He has gotten soo tall. I have to be very careful that he doesn’t step on me with those size 11 ½ feet. I attended many of his outdoor soccer games this year. Even though I am still pretty small, Mom says I can’t go to the indoor soccer games. Maybe they’ll take me to some soccer tournaments in December and February. When I really need cuddles, I’ll sneak into his room, but his pile of clothes doesn’t always smell the greatest!
Dad has been the busiest of us all. I hardly saw him all summer. He started two new jobs. One is with a new oil company called Galleon Energy. The other job is called “golf.” They really work him hard at “golf.” Because he hardly came home for supper, and sometimes he had to go to work at “golf” twice a day.
Mom got to play with me all summer too. Then in September she went back to work, and I got a lot of new toys. Most of the time she leaves in the morning after breakfast, and comes home at lunch time.
That is pretty much our year in a “doggy bone.” On behalf of our family, I hope you have a happy and healthy holiday.
BODY: Got in over 14,000 steps. Probably from practising my line dancing this afternoon
MIND: Louise Hay "I know that every day is only a stepping stone on my pathway." I really like this affirmation.
Early night I hope
Good night
Stacey
The son had soccer tonight. Had a chance to play up on a men's team. So many differences and yet so similar. It doesn't get any easier to watch. These guys play hard, kick hard, hit hard and take no guff. Similar to U18 playing except, the ref in U18 calls them on more of these hits. All in all, I think the son enjoyed it. It was a fast game.
Poem/story: Usually at Christmas I send a letter or poem with my cards. In 2007, Maya did our letter.
A CHRISTMAS WISH FROM MAYA
2007 has been a very busy year in the Wee house this year. This is why I am in charge of the annual Christmas letter. That and the fact that I am so darn cute (beauty is in the eye of the beholder),
Where to start – How about me! I turned 1 in March (we won’t even get into dog years!) My adoptive parents (whom I now call Mom and Dad) took a trip in May to visit my ancestral home, Guadalajara, Mexico. Rumor had it that they might come home with a puppy baby sister or brother for me. Dad must have behaved himself, because the only souvenir they brought back was something called “Tequila.”
My sister Ashley graduated from grade 12 in June. I got to play with her all summer. Then at the end of August she and Dad took a trip to Peterborough, Ontario. Only Dad came home. It is my understanding that she decided to stay in Peterborough (as opposed to being left there) and do more schooling at some place called Trent University. She came back to visit me at Thanksgiving, and she will be coming back at Christmas time too. I can’t wait. Her room has been too clean, and I have missed my morning cuddling into her pile of clothes on the floor. Her horse (and my brother from another mother) Mac is being leased, but will be up for sale soon. (I hope Mom never gets to busy that she puts me up for sale.)
My brother Patrick is in Grade 9 this year. He has gotten soo tall. I have to be very careful that he doesn’t step on me with those size 11 ½ feet. I attended many of his outdoor soccer games this year. Even though I am still pretty small, Mom says I can’t go to the indoor soccer games. Maybe they’ll take me to some soccer tournaments in December and February. When I really need cuddles, I’ll sneak into his room, but his pile of clothes doesn’t always smell the greatest!
Dad has been the busiest of us all. I hardly saw him all summer. He started two new jobs. One is with a new oil company called Galleon Energy. The other job is called “golf.” They really work him hard at “golf.” Because he hardly came home for supper, and sometimes he had to go to work at “golf” twice a day.
Mom got to play with me all summer too. Then in September she went back to work, and I got a lot of new toys. Most of the time she leaves in the morning after breakfast, and comes home at lunch time.
That is pretty much our year in a “doggy bone.” On behalf of our family, I hope you have a happy and healthy holiday.
BODY: Got in over 14,000 steps. Probably from practising my line dancing this afternoon
MIND: Louise Hay "I know that every day is only a stepping stone on my pathway." I really like this affirmation.
Early night I hope
Good night
Stacey
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Day 147 - 218 Days to Go
Welcome home Alisa and Caylee!!! Hope you had a wonderful visit!
Today was start back to work day. Wondering why the first day back is always the day I have to deal with poop? Wasn't as bad as the last time, that's for sure. There are three new kids in the class. Two of them of 3 year old twin boys! My goodness, are they cute; and rambunctious (sp) but that is the best part about them.
After work I snuck in a quick nap. That's from staying up late reading last night. Won't make tht same mistake again. Got supper ready and then I was off to my line dancing. First night in the winter session. I didn't realize how much I missed it. I'm actually making some friends too, there's ??????????? and Marg and Wendy and 35 other ladies. Smaller class. I also took a big leap; I purchased a cowboy shirt, bandanna and water bottle holster. That's right, I'm signed up to walk the pre Stampede parade! What was I thinking? Good thing I have lots of time to get in shape. Stopped for groceries on the way home, and now I am done for the day.
So did I mention that son has discovered that his cell phone is not water proof? You would think he's take a lesson from his sister who lost/broke two cell phones/crackberries to water/water falls. I guess he was pretending his phone was like a rubber ducky!!!! All I can say is Bill was pretty smart putting all the phone plans in his name, because there is no way the kids can get around getting new ones without his knowledge.!!!
Poem: Teacher’s Assistant Course - when I was taking my TS course we had to write a couple of poems on the spot. This was mine.March 2003
Gina had a little class
With students bright as stars
Everything that Gina taught
The class had learned in bars
Every Tuesday they’d show up
To listen to her class
Reading, writing, poetry
In hopes that they would pass
(Sung to Mary Had a Little Lamb)
Squeaky, squeaky little mouse
Please don’t venture in my house
I don’t care how cute you look I would squish you with a book
Squeaky, squeaky little mouse
Please go find another house.
(Sung to Twinkle, twinkle little star)
BODY: Over 15,000 steps in tonight - thanks to chasing little kids and line dancing:
MIND: Louise Hay: If I want to be loved as I am, then I need to be willing to love others as they are.
Good Night
Stacey
Today was start back to work day. Wondering why the first day back is always the day I have to deal with poop? Wasn't as bad as the last time, that's for sure. There are three new kids in the class. Two of them of 3 year old twin boys! My goodness, are they cute; and rambunctious (sp) but that is the best part about them.
After work I snuck in a quick nap. That's from staying up late reading last night. Won't make tht same mistake again. Got supper ready and then I was off to my line dancing. First night in the winter session. I didn't realize how much I missed it. I'm actually making some friends too, there's ??????????? and Marg and Wendy and 35 other ladies. Smaller class. I also took a big leap; I purchased a cowboy shirt, bandanna and water bottle holster. That's right, I'm signed up to walk the pre Stampede parade! What was I thinking? Good thing I have lots of time to get in shape. Stopped for groceries on the way home, and now I am done for the day.
So did I mention that son has discovered that his cell phone is not water proof? You would think he's take a lesson from his sister who lost/broke two cell phones/crackberries to water/water falls. I guess he was pretending his phone was like a rubber ducky!!!! All I can say is Bill was pretty smart putting all the phone plans in his name, because there is no way the kids can get around getting new ones without his knowledge.!!!
Poem: Teacher’s Assistant Course - when I was taking my TS course we had to write a couple of poems on the spot. This was mine.March 2003
Gina had a little class
With students bright as stars
Everything that Gina taught
The class had learned in bars
Every Tuesday they’d show up
To listen to her class
Reading, writing, poetry
In hopes that they would pass
(Sung to Mary Had a Little Lamb)
Squeaky, squeaky little mouse
Please don’t venture in my house
I don’t care how cute you look I would squish you with a book
Squeaky, squeaky little mouse
Please go find another house.
(Sung to Twinkle, twinkle little star)
BODY: Over 15,000 steps in tonight - thanks to chasing little kids and line dancing:
MIND: Louise Hay: If I want to be loved as I am, then I need to be willing to love others as they are.
Good Night
Stacey
Monday, January 4, 2010
Day 146 - 219 Days to Go
Finally changed my profile picture. What the heck is she doing you might ask? That was my first tatoo. Well, technically it was just a henna tatoo. Didn't last long at all. But I have a list that I made last spring and it is a list of things I would like to do when I turn 50. But stuff happens and I've started on the list now. I think I talked about the list once before. (or twice, or three times) Anyways on my list is getting a tatoo. Thanksgiving of 2008, I had my mother-in-law write out both of my kids names in chinese. So that is what I am going to get. When, as soon as I lose 20 pounds, which I plan on doing before May. Where, not sure - any suggestions. I was thinking my ankle, cause I'm pretty much done with the fancy dresses. And besides, that is the only part of my body that doesn't seem to get "enlarged" ALthough, when I think about swollen ankles when I'm older..... Maybe not such a good place. There's always the small of my back, but my daughter refers to that as the tramp stamp. Hey, when I bend over, the only thing people are going to see are my granny panties. There is always my shoulders? Ok, I've got a couple of months to check this out. Might have to google it, but I'm going to take what google says with a grain of salt (can't get over the egg incident)
Didn't see the daughter on Facebook today. She has been on for the past three days. They had a really windy day on the weekend, and were unable to get out to the reefs because of the large waves. Obviously they are making up for it now. Sounds like she is having fun, lots of fun.
Today was a somewhat productive day - for the son!!!! No actually, I dropped him off at the soccer dome this morning and ran some errands up in Westhills. Tried to get ahold of Shaunan for coffee, but she was on daughter duty. Maybe next time. Then came home, made supper (early) Then it was time to drop the son off at the soccer dome again. This time I got the bottles dropped off at the bottle depot (by the looks of every one else at the depot, my Christmas/New Years holidays were tame) There was one guy there with three buggies full and three large garbage bags. I was this close to going over and helping him sort so the line would go faster (that's my dream job)
Anyway got home around 7:00, the same time as Bill. That's his story, not mine, but boy was he grouchy. It's amazing what a hug can do. I asked him what was wrong, he grumbled abit and then I asked if I could give him a hug. After I gave it to him, he opened up and rambled on about what was wrong. Note to self - hug, then ask. Speaking of hugs, I was lying in bed this morning and had an ahh haa moment. I realized that if I didn't hug the people in my family first; husband, daughter, son, I probably would never get a hug. Don't think I didn't bring this up to the husband and son. And as soon as I can get in contact with the daughter, she'll be getting the low down too.
Poem: This one was written for my friend Rose, when her husband was turning 40. It's sung tot he tune of the Beverley Hillbillies:
Mark’s 40th
This here’s a story ‘bout a man named Mark.
Worked downtown from morning until dark.
Then one day, he was fightin’ off a cold.
And he suddenly realized he was gettin’ pretty old.
(40 that is – old fart club.)
Well some of his friends said he’s going through a fad.
Other people said he was lookin’ pretty sad.
But Mark just smiled and “Said I got the life.”
“Cause out of all my friends, I’ve got the youngest wife.”
(Rose that is – mother of our boys.)
So Rose she decided to help him celebrate.
Threw him a party – they’re usually pretty great.
And Mark he was happy, in fact he’s tickled pink.
Cause tonight he hopin’ his wife will mix her drinks.
(Tequila and rye maybe red Wine.)
BODY: Did a lot of line dance practicing this afternoon. My first class back in tomorrow night. That helped to achieve my 16,000 steps, I'm sure.
MIND: If you're angry at a loved one, hug that person. And mean it. You may not want to hug - which is all the more reason to do so. It's hard to stay angry when someone shows they love you, and that's precisely what happens when we hug each other. ~Walter Anderson, The Confidence Course, 1997
There were many many quotes I could have put about hugging. This one seemed to go with the topic at hand.
Good night
Off to work tomorrow
Stacey
Didn't see the daughter on Facebook today. She has been on for the past three days. They had a really windy day on the weekend, and were unable to get out to the reefs because of the large waves. Obviously they are making up for it now. Sounds like she is having fun, lots of fun.
Today was a somewhat productive day - for the son!!!! No actually, I dropped him off at the soccer dome this morning and ran some errands up in Westhills. Tried to get ahold of Shaunan for coffee, but she was on daughter duty. Maybe next time. Then came home, made supper (early) Then it was time to drop the son off at the soccer dome again. This time I got the bottles dropped off at the bottle depot (by the looks of every one else at the depot, my Christmas/New Years holidays were tame) There was one guy there with three buggies full and three large garbage bags. I was this close to going over and helping him sort so the line would go faster (that's my dream job)
Anyway got home around 7:00, the same time as Bill. That's his story, not mine, but boy was he grouchy. It's amazing what a hug can do. I asked him what was wrong, he grumbled abit and then I asked if I could give him a hug. After I gave it to him, he opened up and rambled on about what was wrong. Note to self - hug, then ask. Speaking of hugs, I was lying in bed this morning and had an ahh haa moment. I realized that if I didn't hug the people in my family first; husband, daughter, son, I probably would never get a hug. Don't think I didn't bring this up to the husband and son. And as soon as I can get in contact with the daughter, she'll be getting the low down too.
Poem: This one was written for my friend Rose, when her husband was turning 40. It's sung tot he tune of the Beverley Hillbillies:
Mark’s 40th
This here’s a story ‘bout a man named Mark.
Worked downtown from morning until dark.
Then one day, he was fightin’ off a cold.
And he suddenly realized he was gettin’ pretty old.
(40 that is – old fart club.)
Well some of his friends said he’s going through a fad.
Other people said he was lookin’ pretty sad.
But Mark just smiled and “Said I got the life.”
“Cause out of all my friends, I’ve got the youngest wife.”
(Rose that is – mother of our boys.)
So Rose she decided to help him celebrate.
Threw him a party – they’re usually pretty great.
And Mark he was happy, in fact he’s tickled pink.
Cause tonight he hopin’ his wife will mix her drinks.
(Tequila and rye maybe red Wine.)
BODY: Did a lot of line dance practicing this afternoon. My first class back in tomorrow night. That helped to achieve my 16,000 steps, I'm sure.
MIND: If you're angry at a loved one, hug that person. And mean it. You may not want to hug - which is all the more reason to do so. It's hard to stay angry when someone shows they love you, and that's precisely what happens when we hug each other. ~Walter Anderson, The Confidence Course, 1997
There were many many quotes I could have put about hugging. This one seemed to go with the topic at hand.
Good night
Off to work tomorrow
Stacey
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Day 145 - 220 Days to Go
Another day, another day of soccer. Went to the first match today. The boys played amazing. I'm not sure what makes them tick. Hard to tell with 16 year old boys. They think they are invincible, ie: don't need extra sleep, healthy foods? Who knows! But boy, when they play as a team, talk and have they "s*** together, they look amazing. Unfortunately they couldn't pull off the win. I had to leave the stands when it was tied at 1-1. My heart just can't take it. Good time to people watch!!! By the looks of his posting in Facebook this evening, our little chat must have had some bearing last night. I'm impressed that he was paying attention.
It's official, my holidays are over. Tomorrow is Monday, and people are going to start wanting meals and clean laundry again!
I did manage to get my Costco shopping in this afternoon. Of course I forgot the one thing I actually went for - hearing aide batteries - not for me, but for Mom. Guess I'll be making a second run tomorrow. I also need to take a shirt back to Le Chateau. Actually the son needs to do the return. We'll see if it actually happens.
Didn't get my nap in today (Caroline) as I was certain I was doing the soccer watching this evening as well. Turns out Bill wanted to go, so I was able to clean up, put groceries away, and read a little.
Tonight will be an early night. The son and I have to start getting on a routine. We both have been abusing the late night and sleep in routine around here. Bill is the only one that has stayed on track in that regards.
Entry #3: This one is not a poem, but the actual eulogy I gave at Mom Wee's funeral. I think of her every day, and miss her twice as much!
TRIBUTE
Alice Wee
Hang Sim Wong was born in 1937, in Canton China
At the age of 16, Alice and her mother moved to Hong Kong. It was here that she attended and graduated High School. After graduating, Alice attended college in the evenings. She taught school (grades one and two) during the day to pay for her college education.
In 1959 Alice met Paul Wee. Paul and Alice courted and then married March 1, 1960. By November 1960 , the couple was ready to leave their homeland and move to Canada to begin their life together. Paul took the long way, by ship and train. Alice flew to Montreal and arrived November 29th. Two days later, December 1st their first child was born. William. The following year 1961, they were blessed with a baby girl, Anne. Then a few years later, in June of 1966, another son was born into the family, Ben.
In 1975 Paul and Alice moved their family to Calgary and Calgary has been their home ever since.
I learned all those facts from Mom; from talking with her asking questions and looking at pictures. But I’d like share some more personal moments with you.
Mom is a very important lady in my life. She is my mother-in-law, and up until 3 odd months ago, I was known as her favorite daughter-in-law. (And that had nothing to do with the fact I was the only daughter-in-law at the time) How did I know this, because every time we got together, I would ask “Mom am I your favorite daughter-in-law, and every time she would answer yes, yes, yes In August Mom was given the gift of another daughter-in-law and I was proud to had over the title of favorite to Karen. I am now known as the old(er) daughter-in-law. Karen we should be grateful that son-in-laws have their own category; otherwise Brian would probably be ahead of both of us!!!!
I first met Mom - some 30 years ago. From the very beginning, she made me feel welcome and at home. I was invited to all the family functions as Bill’s girlfriend and one day wife. From day 1, Mom accepted me for who I was, and I’ve learned that is how she treated everyone. Our relationship was based on honesty – and on mom’s part, that was sometimes blunt honesty. I could ask Mom any question and I know she’d share her knowledge with me. From cooking skills (which were hard to duplicate with no recipe) to family history, to my ultimate favorite, Mah Jongg!. I practiced learning my numbers so I could at least sit at the table and appear as a contender.
Mom never put her own needs before those of others. This was just one of the reasons she had such an abundance of great friendships. Mom and Dad made a trip to China a few years back. The main reason for their visit was so mom could attend her 50th school reunion. Keeping in touch with friends was important to her. In addition to her family many of Mom’s friends were her strength and support during her courageous battle.
Up until her illness, most of the family dinners were held in their dining room or kitchen with tables put together, chairs squished around the table and food overflowing. If any of the grand kids had a favorite dish they wanted, well Grandma made sure that it was on the table. Sometimes those dinners included at least 14 people, (or more if friends or friends of friends, or friends of friends, of friends were in town.
And Mom was always the last to sit down. I think the only time we every argued, was when it was time to clean up. Mom would send everyone into the living room to visit and she’d clean up from the meal. We’d quickly grab a dish cloth or towel before she could object. And even then she would be helping right along with us in the kitchen.
Mom’s pride and joy is her family. She was so proud of her children; Bill, Anne and Ben. They exceeded over and above anything she could have wished for them. And Dad or Daddy as she often referred to him. They are a team…..Mom was always taking care of Dad’s best interests. But Dad was given the ultimate husband roll during Mom’s illness. He exemplified the true meaning of love during sickness and in health. And we know Mom was well taken care of, because she had Dad.
Out of all of rolls in her life, daughter, sister, sister-in-law, friend, Aunt, teacher, co-worker, wife, mother, mother-in-law Alice’s proudest roll was that of grandma, or Paa Paa. She loves her grandchildren. All four of them Ashley, Patrick, Jane and Susan, have been blessed to have her in their lives. She loves them unconditionally, accepted their busy schedules and always made sure if they missed a family function, extra food was sent home. She taught them many traditions and cultural necessities; From using chop sticks, the meanings of lucky foods, writing their names in Chinese, explaining why they had so many aunties and uncles, and in keeping with tradition teaching them Mah Jong (so I’d have someone to play with and the grown-ups wouldn’t get stuck with me at their table. )
I’m sure many of us in this room have similar stories about Alice. She opened her heart to all and touched us each in a different way. She is going to be missed, but never forgotten.
I’d like to read a message that I found. The author is unknown, but I think we can all find great comfort in it.
She is Gone You can shed tears that she is gone or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back or you can open your eyes and see all she's left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see her or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her and only that she's gone or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
Love you Mom!!!!!
BODY: Did not wear the pedometer again today. Did the dress up thing again. I think I am starting to make people wonder. I'm usually the one in the sweatpants and sweatshirts. But I did sip on some nice acai tea at the soccer game and avoided that nasty diet pepsi (sill love it though)
MIND: Louise Hay "Love will always disolve the pain." How appropriate for today's affirmation. It some how goes with my missing Mom.
Early Good night
Stacey
It's official, my holidays are over. Tomorrow is Monday, and people are going to start wanting meals and clean laundry again!
I did manage to get my Costco shopping in this afternoon. Of course I forgot the one thing I actually went for - hearing aide batteries - not for me, but for Mom. Guess I'll be making a second run tomorrow. I also need to take a shirt back to Le Chateau. Actually the son needs to do the return. We'll see if it actually happens.
Didn't get my nap in today (Caroline) as I was certain I was doing the soccer watching this evening as well. Turns out Bill wanted to go, so I was able to clean up, put groceries away, and read a little.
Tonight will be an early night. The son and I have to start getting on a routine. We both have been abusing the late night and sleep in routine around here. Bill is the only one that has stayed on track in that regards.
Entry #3: This one is not a poem, but the actual eulogy I gave at Mom Wee's funeral. I think of her every day, and miss her twice as much!
TRIBUTE
Alice Wee
Hang Sim Wong was born in 1937, in Canton China
At the age of 16, Alice and her mother moved to Hong Kong. It was here that she attended and graduated High School. After graduating, Alice attended college in the evenings. She taught school (grades one and two) during the day to pay for her college education.
In 1959 Alice met Paul Wee. Paul and Alice courted and then married March 1, 1960. By November 1960 , the couple was ready to leave their homeland and move to Canada to begin their life together. Paul took the long way, by ship and train. Alice flew to Montreal and arrived November 29th. Two days later, December 1st their first child was born. William. The following year 1961, they were blessed with a baby girl, Anne. Then a few years later, in June of 1966, another son was born into the family, Ben.
In 1975 Paul and Alice moved their family to Calgary and Calgary has been their home ever since.
I learned all those facts from Mom; from talking with her asking questions and looking at pictures. But I’d like share some more personal moments with you.
Mom is a very important lady in my life. She is my mother-in-law, and up until 3 odd months ago, I was known as her favorite daughter-in-law. (And that had nothing to do with the fact I was the only daughter-in-law at the time) How did I know this, because every time we got together, I would ask “Mom am I your favorite daughter-in-law, and every time she would answer yes, yes, yes In August Mom was given the gift of another daughter-in-law and I was proud to had over the title of favorite to Karen. I am now known as the old(er) daughter-in-law. Karen we should be grateful that son-in-laws have their own category; otherwise Brian would probably be ahead of both of us!!!!
I first met Mom - some 30 years ago. From the very beginning, she made me feel welcome and at home. I was invited to all the family functions as Bill’s girlfriend and one day wife. From day 1, Mom accepted me for who I was, and I’ve learned that is how she treated everyone. Our relationship was based on honesty – and on mom’s part, that was sometimes blunt honesty. I could ask Mom any question and I know she’d share her knowledge with me. From cooking skills (which were hard to duplicate with no recipe) to family history, to my ultimate favorite, Mah Jongg!. I practiced learning my numbers so I could at least sit at the table and appear as a contender.
Mom never put her own needs before those of others. This was just one of the reasons she had such an abundance of great friendships. Mom and Dad made a trip to China a few years back. The main reason for their visit was so mom could attend her 50th school reunion. Keeping in touch with friends was important to her. In addition to her family many of Mom’s friends were her strength and support during her courageous battle.
Up until her illness, most of the family dinners were held in their dining room or kitchen with tables put together, chairs squished around the table and food overflowing. If any of the grand kids had a favorite dish they wanted, well Grandma made sure that it was on the table. Sometimes those dinners included at least 14 people, (or more if friends or friends of friends, or friends of friends, of friends were in town.
And Mom was always the last to sit down. I think the only time we every argued, was when it was time to clean up. Mom would send everyone into the living room to visit and she’d clean up from the meal. We’d quickly grab a dish cloth or towel before she could object. And even then she would be helping right along with us in the kitchen.
Mom’s pride and joy is her family. She was so proud of her children; Bill, Anne and Ben. They exceeded over and above anything she could have wished for them. And Dad or Daddy as she often referred to him. They are a team…..Mom was always taking care of Dad’s best interests. But Dad was given the ultimate husband roll during Mom’s illness. He exemplified the true meaning of love during sickness and in health. And we know Mom was well taken care of, because she had Dad.
Out of all of rolls in her life, daughter, sister, sister-in-law, friend, Aunt, teacher, co-worker, wife, mother, mother-in-law Alice’s proudest roll was that of grandma, or Paa Paa. She loves her grandchildren. All four of them Ashley, Patrick, Jane and Susan, have been blessed to have her in their lives. She loves them unconditionally, accepted their busy schedules and always made sure if they missed a family function, extra food was sent home. She taught them many traditions and cultural necessities; From using chop sticks, the meanings of lucky foods, writing their names in Chinese, explaining why they had so many aunties and uncles, and in keeping with tradition teaching them Mah Jong (so I’d have someone to play with and the grown-ups wouldn’t get stuck with me at their table. )
I’m sure many of us in this room have similar stories about Alice. She opened her heart to all and touched us each in a different way. She is going to be missed, but never forgotten.
I’d like to read a message that I found. The author is unknown, but I think we can all find great comfort in it.
She is Gone You can shed tears that she is gone or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back or you can open your eyes and see all she's left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see her or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her and only that she's gone or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
Love you Mom!!!!!
BODY: Did not wear the pedometer again today. Did the dress up thing again. I think I am starting to make people wonder. I'm usually the one in the sweatpants and sweatshirts. But I did sip on some nice acai tea at the soccer game and avoided that nasty diet pepsi (sill love it though)
MIND: Louise Hay "Love will always disolve the pain." How appropriate for today's affirmation. It some how goes with my missing Mom.
Early Good night
Stacey
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Day 144 - 221 Days to Go
The last Saturday of the Holiday Season, and technically the holiday is over - soccer started back up today. CMSA tournament. I attended game one in the afternoon. I'm not a good soccer spectator. I wish so much for the boys and my heart can't take it. Although it is much easier to be critical from the sideline. I wouldn't want to be the player missing a shot or hit or I wouldn't want to be the ref. who is expected to see every single infraction!!! Robin joined me and although she came with a reserved demeanor, she was getting into the tension towards the end. I just close my eyes!!!!!
Bill went to the evening game. Although the outcome was better, apparently the boys did not play well. How bad you ask? Well if you have my son as a Facebook friend, you'll know how bad. Now I am glad he has me as a friend. But I'm not fond of the language that is sometimes used. I try to understand "their" frustrations", but really what does swearing do (expecially the f***ing word) See I can't even type it. So I asked him to remove it, but once it's on, well it's on. So I said my piece, and now I'm going to try and see it from his view! Nope, not seeing it. The next best think I could do was look up the definition. Why does that word offend me. According to Google (and we all know I now have reservations about google after the egg fiasco), the word f***ing in this context is actually just an informal intenisfier. So instead of typing "f***ing embarrasment", he could have typed "quite an embarrasment" "rather an embarrasment" "extremely an embarrasment" Hmmm. I guess the latter words don't give the same intensity. Even "frigin" embarrasment has a joking tone to it. So I'm still not ok, with the terminology, but I certainly understand the frustration!!!!! But trust me son, once you start using words (bad or good, or annoying) on a regular basis, it becomes a habit.
Now if he'd only read my blog regularily, I'd save my voice!!!!!!
Yesterday I forgot to give a hi out to Janice, one of my best peeps! (one of those annoying words I guess)
So today is the 2nd of my poems. When we lived in Estevan, I was a member of the Beta Sigma Phi. Met some great ladies and kept some great friends. When you're new in town, and it's a small town, it's a great way to meet people. We had some great outings. From car rally's, to christmas parties, to kidnap breakfasts, to secret sisters, to conventions in North Dakota. Anyway when I left, I sent a gift to the chapter along with this little note:
Greetings Sigma Chapter
This time of year has come.
I hope you’ll have a toast on me,
With the egg nog and the rum.
Sorry I can’t be with you
I know we’d have a ball.
I’m always thinking of you’s.
Merry Christmas one and all.
BODY: Didn't wear the pedometer today. But I did some better: I showered, dressed up, styled my hair (need that haircut soon), put on make up. Haven't done that in a few days. Slumming around the house has been my "dress of choice."
MIND: Louise Hay: "Forgiveness is a gift to myself. I forgive, and I set myself free."
Goodnight
Stacey
Bill went to the evening game. Although the outcome was better, apparently the boys did not play well. How bad you ask? Well if you have my son as a Facebook friend, you'll know how bad. Now I am glad he has me as a friend. But I'm not fond of the language that is sometimes used. I try to understand "their" frustrations", but really what does swearing do (expecially the f***ing word) See I can't even type it. So I asked him to remove it, but once it's on, well it's on. So I said my piece, and now I'm going to try and see it from his view! Nope, not seeing it. The next best think I could do was look up the definition. Why does that word offend me. According to Google (and we all know I now have reservations about google after the egg fiasco), the word f***ing in this context is actually just an informal intenisfier. So instead of typing "f***ing embarrasment", he could have typed "quite an embarrasment" "rather an embarrasment" "extremely an embarrasment" Hmmm. I guess the latter words don't give the same intensity. Even "frigin" embarrasment has a joking tone to it. So I'm still not ok, with the terminology, but I certainly understand the frustration!!!!! But trust me son, once you start using words (bad or good, or annoying) on a regular basis, it becomes a habit.
Now if he'd only read my blog regularily, I'd save my voice!!!!!!
Yesterday I forgot to give a hi out to Janice, one of my best peeps! (one of those annoying words I guess)
So today is the 2nd of my poems. When we lived in Estevan, I was a member of the Beta Sigma Phi. Met some great ladies and kept some great friends. When you're new in town, and it's a small town, it's a great way to meet people. We had some great outings. From car rally's, to christmas parties, to kidnap breakfasts, to secret sisters, to conventions in North Dakota. Anyway when I left, I sent a gift to the chapter along with this little note:
Greetings Sigma Chapter
This time of year has come.
I hope you’ll have a toast on me,
With the egg nog and the rum.
Sorry I can’t be with you
I know we’d have a ball.
I’m always thinking of you’s.
Merry Christmas one and all.
BODY: Didn't wear the pedometer today. But I did some better: I showered, dressed up, styled my hair (need that haircut soon), put on make up. Haven't done that in a few days. Slumming around the house has been my "dress of choice."
MIND: Louise Hay: "Forgiveness is a gift to myself. I forgive, and I set myself free."
Goodnight
Stacey
Friday, January 1, 2010
Day 143 - 222 Days to Go
Exciting Day for Me - the ocd in me is liking the 222 number. I know, weird; but honest. Sometimes thats how I spend my time on the treadmill; waiting for the next neat number (yes I said neat) like I do 30 minutues usually and so 2222, 1111, 2121, 1212, 1010, 654, 543, etc - you get the picture. All the time playing little mind games. Ok, enough about my little "quirks." (De you can stop laughing)
Also decided I wanted to give a shout out to all my followers - all 5 of them. Actually, there may be more, but I'm going by the people who have left me comments over the past 143 Days.
Hi to De, and Cheryl, Robin, and Alisa, Shaunan (didn't misspell it this time) Darcy, Sue, Karen, Wayne, Rachelle, hmmm, I think that's it. If there are more, and I have forgotten, I apologize. If there are more and I haven't heard from you----probably better that way!!!!
I'm in the process of putting together a compilation of all my poems, stories that I have written over the years (sounds like I'm on my last leg) There are some eulogy's, some toasts, some stories, and many many poems. I thought I would share some on my blog, while I'm doing this. (and they are not in any particular order)
number #1
Dinner Party Invitation
January 1st, 2004
Greetings friends, it’s us the WEE’S
We’re here to let you know
We’re hosting the next dinner party
Come rain, or sleet or snow.
The date is January 31st
The theme was picked by me.
So practice with those chopsticks kids,
That’s right we’re going to do Chinese.
The three of you, Lynn, De, and Rose.
Can decide on what to bring.
Say dessert, the drink an appetizer,
Like rolls with a little spring.
The date and place have now been set
We must decide a time
So when I’ve got my act together,
I’ll finish out this rhyme.
There was a group of families that lived in the Hamptons, The Flotts, Stasuiks, Bowrons, Wee's and I can't remember if Halls were there or not. Well we started this monthly dinner party thing. I don't recall how many times we actually got together. Do you De? Anyway, it didn't last too long - it's hard to keep a group together where there are more differences than simularities I think. I know it shouldn't happen, but it does. It was fun while it lasted.
As you've probably guessed today was a pretty lazy day, hence the babbling. I did manage to get out of my PJ's, but only to shovel the driveway. And he biggest news: the son helped me download some songs on the PS3. I am a singing Diva now. There's whitney houston, billy ocean, rick astley, boy george, elvis, don maclean.....cher.
BODY: Despite all the work I did today (not), I only got 7000 steps in, but the night is not over - there is laundry to finish and line dancing to practice.
MIND: Louise Hay "I trust my inner wisdom!" yes I do. It's nice to be at a place in your life and to have that feeling.
Good Night and Hello 2010
Stacey
Also decided I wanted to give a shout out to all my followers - all 5 of them. Actually, there may be more, but I'm going by the people who have left me comments over the past 143 Days.
Hi to De, and Cheryl, Robin, and Alisa, Shaunan (didn't misspell it this time) Darcy, Sue, Karen, Wayne, Rachelle, hmmm, I think that's it. If there are more, and I have forgotten, I apologize. If there are more and I haven't heard from you----probably better that way!!!!
I'm in the process of putting together a compilation of all my poems, stories that I have written over the years (sounds like I'm on my last leg) There are some eulogy's, some toasts, some stories, and many many poems. I thought I would share some on my blog, while I'm doing this. (and they are not in any particular order)
number #1
Dinner Party Invitation
January 1st, 2004
Greetings friends, it’s us the WEE’S
We’re here to let you know
We’re hosting the next dinner party
Come rain, or sleet or snow.
The date is January 31st
The theme was picked by me.
So practice with those chopsticks kids,
That’s right we’re going to do Chinese.
The three of you, Lynn, De, and Rose.
Can decide on what to bring.
Say dessert, the drink an appetizer,
Like rolls with a little spring.
The date and place have now been set
We must decide a time
So when I’ve got my act together,
I’ll finish out this rhyme.
There was a group of families that lived in the Hamptons, The Flotts, Stasuiks, Bowrons, Wee's and I can't remember if Halls were there or not. Well we started this monthly dinner party thing. I don't recall how many times we actually got together. Do you De? Anyway, it didn't last too long - it's hard to keep a group together where there are more differences than simularities I think. I know it shouldn't happen, but it does. It was fun while it lasted.
As you've probably guessed today was a pretty lazy day, hence the babbling. I did manage to get out of my PJ's, but only to shovel the driveway. And he biggest news: the son helped me download some songs on the PS3. I am a singing Diva now. There's whitney houston, billy ocean, rick astley, boy george, elvis, don maclean.....cher.
BODY: Despite all the work I did today (not), I only got 7000 steps in, but the night is not over - there is laundry to finish and line dancing to practice.
MIND: Louise Hay "I trust my inner wisdom!" yes I do. It's nice to be at a place in your life and to have that feeling.
Good Night and Hello 2010
Stacey
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