Internet Stalker

OMG! I’m an internet stalker!

Hi Folks,

stalking 2Have you ever gone on the internet to look someone up from your deep dark past?  How about someone your daughter started dating?  That cute guy/girl from exercise class?  If you have, you may not be full blown, but you do have internet stalker tendencies!

Now, I must confess that when our daughter was young, I did monitor her msn messages. (yes! we did use that messaging service back in the day – I can’t believe that something my daughter (who’s only 26) used to use on the internet is now passe.) I wanted to make sure that no internet creepers were trying to engage her in conversation.  I was actually shocked by how many horny young boys, who did not even know her blatantly asked to see her boobs!!!  I suppose they were young,  they might have been forty year old pedophiles, for all I know!

I will also confess, though I am not proud of it, that I did pretend to be a mysterious teenage girl to my daughter’s 16 year old ex, who was being an asshole to her, just to see how he would react to another girl paying attention to him when he was supposed to be dating my daughter.  Not surprisingly, he failed!  I still see adult people online playing these childish games on Facebook and dating sites to try and “catch” their love interest trying to cheat!

While I no longer feel a need to monitor my daughter’s online activities, I find it weird how you know so much about people in your friend’s circle of friends on sites like Facebook.  There is one girl I am ‘friends’ with who has been through a lot in her young life, and I have read many posts where she is interacting with her friends. It is amazing how when you see people’s photos doing their everyday activities, playing with their kids, celebrating birthdays, going out on girl’s nights, pictures from the teenage days, at school,  at sleepovers, etc. that you get such an intimate picture of who these people are that you think you know them.

The other night Paul and I were having dinner out when I saw a young woman, a friend of my friend, out to dinner with her husband, her children and some other friends.  I recognized these people, but they didn’t know me from Adam.  It was a surreal feeling, having been witness to something as intimate as their Christmas morning gift opening through pictures on the internet, when they didn’t know me as anything other than a stranger!  As I pointed out to the young woman that her son had left his hat under the table when they went to leave, I was reminded of Robin Williams in the movie “One Hour Photo” where he began to live vicariously through photos he viewed through his job at a One Hour Photo Service.  Creepy? It sure feels like it!

hello my name is norma

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Government Access to Encrypted Communications vs Privacy Rights

Encrypted Communication, Should Law Enforcement Agencies Have Access?


securityHi Folks,

A new paper from a group of fourteen of the world’s most pre-eminent cryptographers and computer scientists has concluded that the American and British governments cannot demand special access to encrypted communication without putting the world’s most confidential data and critical Infrastructure in danger.

With security breaches and awareness of nation-state surveillance at an all-time high, and data moving online at unprecedented speeds, encryption has emerged as a major issue in the debate over privacy rights. Major technology companies such as Apple, Microsoft and Google have been moving to protect more of their corporate and customer data through encryption with the revelations that the National Security Agency was siphoning off digital communications and hacking into corporate data centers.  The government insists that the encryption technologies will prevent them from effectively doing their jobs

The new paper, the first published report from this group since 1997 emphasizes that the stakes involved in encryption are much higher now than in 1997.  Back then we were concerned with electronic mail and facsimile communication.  Now we are looking at the technology used to lock financial institutions and medical data, communications over mobile devices, and other critical systems like pipelines, nuclear facilities, and the power grid, which are moving rapidly online.

The debate rages on with security specialists insisting that giving government agencies the “Keys ” to exceptional access to encrypted communication requires an extraordinary degree of trust  to keep them safe from hackers and criminals.  The proposals they have put forward for exceptional access so far are wrong in principle and unworkable in practice, according to leading security experts.  Such access will open doors through which criminals and malicious nation-states can attack the very individuals that law enforcement seeks to defend.

In my book, The Lion’s Den, the CIA grapples with trying to break into a communications network thought to be operating between terrorist cells and the thought-to-have-been assassinated head of  al Qaeda, Osama bin Laden.  As the plot thickens and time grows shorter to gain critical information on bin Laden’s whereabouts, the agency has to resort to kidnapping, terror and torture of a prisoner to get the information it needs, when it could so easily have been avoided had they had special access to encrypted communication.

In the second book in the series, Beyond the Firewall, I will be further exploring the challenges law enforcement faces in its limited access to information as CIA Operative Ryan Jamieson goes head to head with an evil aristocrat who would use his own daughter to protect his criminal enterprises.

To get your copy of The Lion’s Den, go to or download to your electronic reader through your favorite ebook store.  Wait for the release of Behind the Firewall in January of 2016.

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Has Anybody Finished The Lion’s Den?

I Haven’t Got Much Feedback on The Lion’s Den Yet

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Hey Folks, How are you doing?  I hope everybody is out there enjoying their summer, and are taking your copies of The Lion’s Den with you to the beach or poolside for your summer reading enjoyment.  I have been busy writing a short novel to be included in a Christmas collection of novellas by some of my favorite local romance writers.  My book, called “Christmas Wishes” deals with a middle aged lady, who, along with her husband, is going through a bit of a mid-life crisis, and deals with our reluctance to part with our youth.  It’s a big departure from The Lion’s Den which dealt with Middle Eastern politics and  the hunt for Osama bin Laden.  I have the second book in that series, The Jamieson Brother, in the works now, and anticipate it being published sometime after Christmas.  The amount of time and energy it takes to market and promote  books takes an enormous amount of time, and that’s time that I could be writing, which is frustrating!  I can see why writers still look to the traditional publishing houses to publish their work, because they have the resources to advertise and direct access to the right audience to direct your genre of work to.  It can take years, though, to get your work out there and you have to accept certain restrictions which limits your ability to get a decent return for your efforts.  I would certainly be open to negotiations, however should somebody approach me with an offer.  I haven’t made any inquiries to traditional publishing houses as of yet.  I’d like to get more feedback as to how the book is being received.

To that end, I encourage any of you who have read the book to comment here and tell me what you think of it.  I will accept all comments and welcome your criticism as well.  If you strongly like the book, I encourage you to leave a review on or .ca.  It is a good barometer of whether it’s worth my continuing to write, or if it is a waste of time.  I really appreciate the encouragement and support of people who follow my blog, or who have befriended me on Facebook.  Self-publishing can be a lonely world.


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Top Guns

Ground Control, Top Guns ready for take-off


top gunOkay, so maybe I snore a little when I sleep at night.  I didn’t think it could be as bad as Paul made out, even when he bought that giant economy size bag of neon yellow ear plugs down at Princess Auto.  He’s just getting me back for when I used to tease him about his snoring before he went and got himself diagnosed with sleep apnea, I thought.  My God, could he raise the roof!  He used to sound like a squadron of Top Guns flying over the house, ALL BY HIMSELF!!!

See, I’m a night owl. I hardly ever see the bed before at least 3 am.  That’s when I do some of my best writing! Getting Paul diagnosed and put on a C-PAP machine for sleep apnea was a Godsend.  Now he gets into a fine deep sleep, and I can creep into the bed without him even waking up!  Brilliant!!  No more “When are you going to shut off that Goddamn light and go to sleep?!!” Yay!!! I get to read for at least an hour before I drop my Kindle on the floor and wake him up!

I don’t know if it’s contagious or not, but I have fallen prey to the same damn disease.  I guess it’s Karma catching up with me.  I conceded to having a sleep study done, and went to my doctor yesterday to receive the report.  The doctor told me she usually gets a sentence or two on a patient. With my report she got a whole paragraph!  The news was not good.  I was experiencing on average, 86 episodes an hour, whereby my body would wake me up, starved and straining for oxygen.  My oxygen saturation level overnight was 87, where it should anywhere from 96-98!!  I was to present myself to the Respiratory Clinic forthwith to be fitted out with a C-PAP machine.

I was never going to live it down!  How often did I tell our friends that going to bed with Paul was like sleeping with Tom Cruise.  Here he was with the mask on, the hose sticking out from his face, and his two wrists encased in braces to combat the carpal tunnel effects from his years of repetitive stress injury from doing mechanical work.  At the beginning I secretly called him Snuffleupagus (from Sesame Street) and I called his C-PAP his “snuffy”, but on second thought that was a little demeaning, so I thought he might be happier with the superhero, Tom Cruise-Top Gun likening.  Sometimes I would wake up from an REM sleep, dreaming about space aliens, only to be confronted with one in my very own bed!  And he wondered why I woke up screaming!!!

Well, tonight will be our first night together both wearing our C-PAP masks.  If the apocalypse happens, someone please call us, because we will be in such a deep sleep, it will probably take the Luftwaffe dropping bombs on us to wake us up.  I’m going to think positive about this, and imagine us as Spock and Kirk going on a deep space odyssey, or me and Jaques Yves Cousteau exploring the Marianas Trench.  At the very least, I will play Goose to his Maverick.  As Dr. Seuss once said, “Oh the places you’ll go…

C-paclove, normac-pap 

Blackflies, the Blood sucking Pestilence

What Pestilence is Next?  Blackflies are ALMOST over.


black fliesOkay, so June in Newfoundland, far from being the first month of summer fun, is actually the month of the blood-sucking season of  pestilence known as Blackflies.

Most of us natives are used to the buggers, which are almost as small as sand flies, ( known to some of the locals as “no-see-ums,”) but are black in color as opposed to beige. Blackflies  have these dreadful bitey parts up around their mouths which they slice you open with and they create blood pools which they lap up like Kool Aid!  Considering one female can produce 100 eggs, I refuse to let them have ANY of my blood to breed, so when spending time out of doors during “Blackfly season” you will see me swiping the air around my head and smacking myself all over like a crazy woman!  I even have one of those “bug hats” which has mosquito netting   right down over the brim, and elastic which seals tightly around your neck.  You can actually get jackets and pants as well that fully protect you head to toe from the annoying dive bombers. I have recently seen in the Canadian Tire Catalogue, individual bug shelters that you can zip yourself into to thwart their attempts to swarm you!  Brilliant!!!

Some people resort to insect repellants to keep the buggers at bay.  They say that those containing high concentrations of DEET are best, although some people say that it only attracts blackflies. Last weekend, we made the hike out over the TCH to our summer cabin in Port Blandford.  Knowing what to expect, I had armed myself with Deep Woods Off, Avon Skin-so-soft, a dozen buckets of citronella candles, and a  half dozen of these new Off fan gizmos which are supposed to form a zone of protection around you, so the flies wouldn’t even be interested.   I warily made my way out to the verandah, and offered some of my arsonal to my 91 year old mother-in-law, who was slung off in the rocking chair with her pants legs rolled up and her short sleeved top on, all set to take in a few rays and get rid of the winter pallor. “No,” she told me, when I aimed the Deep Woods Off at her, “The flies never bother me.”  “Okay”, says I, thinking like Elmer Fudd of Looneytunes, “But you’ll be sowwy!”

After about fifteen minutes of exposure, I had to come in out of it.  The worst part about blackflies is they have to run up and down your arm, or crawl across the back of your neck or under your pantleg and up your leg before they’ll bite you, and all you can feel is the creepy crawly feeling of hundreds of those little legs crawling all over you, in your hair and everywhere!  I’m sure they are particularly fond of diabetics as we have a higher concentration of sugar in our blood, and are a particular treat.  My husband can work in the outdoor for hours and hardly even gets a bite.  The first year we bought the cabin I got a multitude of bites, two of which on my leg got infected and took nearly a whole year to heal!  I’m not risking that anymore!!

So in the cabin I goes, where I know the mosquito screen on the windows and doors will keep me safe, leaving the mother-in-law to her fate. ” You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink,” I thought.

An hour or so later, I woke up from a very refreshing afternoon nap, and decided to once again brave the verandah to see what progress the hubby had made and to check on the mother-in-law.  What met my eyes had me believing that there was such a thing as polyjuice potion as J.K.Rollings wrote about in the Harry Potter books.  She was still sitting in the rocking chair, scratching herself all over, while her face looked like she was sporting some kind of crazy tattoo, with countless red marks from the stinging insects.  her eyes were swollen, and some of the bites must have been right on veins, because red marks had formed all over one side of her face, almost like a  bunch of birthmarks. To say she was a state is an understatement!  I ran for the afterbite, for the polysporin, and for the benadryl, but all she said was, “What are you fussing so much for, it’s only a few fly bites.”  Meanwhile I feared I would be pulled over at the overpass to St. John’s and charged for elder abuse!

Oh my, I guess the lesson to be learned was to not trust the mother in law when she says she doesn’t need insect repellent.  She learned her lesson because she didn’t venture outside the front door this weekend past.  Luckily, the swelling went down within a few days and the marks faded away.  Luckily she wasn’t allergic to the anti-coagulant serum the blackfly injects into his victim to keep the blood running freely into their little vampire bodies.

Now that it’s almost July, most of the blackflies have buggered off for this year.  Next we have to gird our loins for the Deer Flies (the locals call them Stouts) which are the most annoying of all the biting insect species in Newfoundland, anyway.  These guys are about the size of a house fly and will buzz around you until you want to spray them with raid, then will land somewhere where you can’t see them, like on your back, or the back of your thigh.  I swear the bastards will take a bite out of you, then fly up in a tree and eat it.  I have seen my father in his youth run down through the marsh next to our cabin in Makinsons and not stop till he hit the pond.  He’d then dive underwater and stay there, holding his breath, watching the damned stouts circling over the water until they gave up on him and flew on to their next victim!

Paul has put up a massive electric bug zapper on the verandah now.  It’s like the death star to all flying pestilence, glowing in all of it’s blue glory, luring all flying pestilence to meet their maker.  We have also put up bat houses and planted flowers to attract dragon flies, and any other creatures that feed on the bastardly pests.  Only for it would kill all my bird friends who keep hubby busy and entertained re-filling the feeders, I’d search out the formula on Google and mix up a batch of DDT in the shed!

I wonder why the good lord in all his wisdom had to think up FLIES! Some things we could do without!

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Tomorrow is Book Launch Day

Do I have everything covered for Book launch?

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OMG, I’m sure it’s just as easy to organize a wedding as it is to launch a book!  Here’s my checklist:

Book a venu- check

Recruit an MC – check

Order books – check

Design posters – check

Send out “Save the Date notification on Facebook, Twitter – check

Write blog entry to notify folks book is available for sale  – check

Have posters printed – check

Have business cards printed – check

Plan decorations – shop for decorating stuff – check

Plan refreshments – recruit family members/close friends to help – check

Plan refreshment table, shop for plates/serviettes/cutlery, table cloths, etc. – check

Buy wine – DO NOT SAMPLE!!! – check

Buy door prize stuff – check

Assemble gift baskets – check

Shop for cookies – check

Post invitation on Facebook – check

Send out individual emails to people on email list – check

Print entry ballots for special email doorprize draw – check

Find double numbered tickets for other door prize draws – check

Gather stationary supplies, pens, tape – check

Check wardrobe for suitable attire – check

Check with MC to be sure all is good to go – check

Make sandwiches – To do tomorrow

Pick up key for the hall – To do tomorrow

I think that’s it!

No WAIT!!!  Write a Launch Day talk to be presented spontaneously – To Do NOW!!!  Arggghhhh!!!

No, I’m not at all nervous………..



Book Launch Par-tay!

Wish you could all come to my Book Launch Party!


Lions-Den-Cover1-221x300It’s been over a year since I started writing The Lion’s Den, six months since the manuscript was finished and the publication work was done and about a month since the finished book arrived at my door. It’s still hard to believe it’s my name on the cover!  It’s definitely time to celebrate!

I am hosting my very first book launch a week from today.  I wish all of you folks who have become loyal followers of my blog could come and celebrate with me.  I have shared snippets of the book here with you, and given you a taste of some of the topics the book tries to address.  Your feedback  encourages me to think that I have shone a spotlight on at least some of the issues facing the people of the Middle East.

I hope you will give the book a read.  It’s now available for download to all of the popular e-readers, Kindle, Nook, Kobo, just to name a few, and, of course, there are apps available now to download the digital copy to your smart phone or tablet,  Isn’t it marvellous how accessible literature has become!  And for all of you who still prefer to hold a good book in your hands, the paperback version is available at and soon at cover is a work of art!

I absolutely welcome your comments, and look forward to learning more about the issues of the region.  So far I have been getting great reviews from readers, surprisingly many of  whom are men! I see now why my editor was so reluctant to categorize it under the Romance genre as there is so much more to the story than boy meets girl.



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Bad Luck with Appliances

Warranty’s up on the Appliances!



Okay, so you know you’re taking your chances with the home appliances when the warranty period is up!

We bought a lovely self cleaning range when we built our new house three years ago.  I used the self clean feature rarely, but I figured a couple of weeks before Christmas would be good time to give ‘er a good cleanout.  So, I take the racks out, set the self clean for the minimum clean cycle, four hours, punch the start, and the door locks up like Fort Knox, and the temperature starts to climb on the digital display.

Great! I say, and I pull on my coat and grab my purse.  I will put these four hours that I don’t have to spend oven cleaning to good use, that’s right, Christmas shopping!  I tell Paul I’m leaving and he mumbles a reply between snores, and I head out the door to the local Walmart. ” Isn’t this marvellous” I think to myself.  Oh the wonder of modern technology and labour saving devices!

Back at the old hacienda, Paul is  shocked to consciousness by the shrieking of the fire alarm.  He blunders awake, rubbing his eyes, only to realize that he can’t see across the kitchen for smoke.  He jumps up, then skids to a stop in front of the oven, which is throwing off heat like the boiler on the smokeroom of the HMS Kyle!  He sees through the soot on the glass oven door a small flame.  Damn that Monday night lasagne!  The sauce had been splutting like a field of miniature volcanoes and the spillover was now forming a blackened lava flow as it irrevocably burnt itself onto the bottom of the oven.

A thumping at the front door drew Paul away from the scene of the disaster as he greeted the local fire crew who were staging their giant pumper out by the front door. The neighbours were all out on their stoops in their pj’s and housecoats, wondering what all the commotion was about.  Despite Paul’s assurances that all was well and that it was only a false alarm, the fire captain, dressed in full bunker gear, asked if he could inspect the house.  Paul took him to the kitchen and had to physically restrain the man from smashing open the oven door with his fire axe.  “Look, it’s nearly gone out.” he insisted grabbing the man by the arm and stopping him from having his way with the oven door.

Later that night.

I arrived back at the house at quarter to twelve, and smugly unloaded the packages and parcels from the back of the family car.  I opened the front door and could smell the acrid odor of smoke.  “Oh, yeah.  The oven must have finished its cycle,” was all I thought as I packed away my treasures and headed to bed.

It wasn’t till the next morning when my next door neighbour, Wanda Nicholson called to make sure that we were all alright, that I realised that something unusual had occurred in my absense the night before.  I noticed the instruction for the self clean oven was open on the kitchen counter to the warranty information page. Two years unlimited warranty.  I wondered what Paul was looking  that up for.  Just then the phone rang, and picking up the receiver I recognized the voice of my long suffering husband, who suggested that I try the oven to see if it would heat up.

“What’s up with that?”  I asked, not really wanting to hear his reply.

“Well, the firefighters who came to put out the fire in the oven last night said that sometimes the elements get overheated with a fire and the whole thing crumbles.  But it might be covered under the warranty.”

“Wha? Fire?” my muddled brain was having trouble processing the new information.

“Yeah, and the next time you decide to turn on the self clean, check the oven for spillovers and stay home and watch it!” he advised.  “You might get more than you bargained for for Christmas dinner.”

And so began the trials of the household appliances we were plagued with that year.



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Launch of The Lion’s Den (Finally)!

Launch The Lion’s Den

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I can’t tell you how excited I am to announce (finally) that my first novel, The Lion’s Den is  ready to launch!  It has been uploaded to Amazon and all of the major e-book stores and has been formatted for all of the popular e-readers.  The only site we were having trouble uploading to was for the paperback edition, but that should be up on Monday as well.  It is already available on

So thanks for your patience!

I am hosting a book launch here in my hometown of St, John’s, Newfoundland on June the 24th.  More detail will be following on that. The book will be available for sale, you can have it signed, and we will have some readings, some wine, and refreshments.  I’m hoping that as many of my friends, family, and supporters will come help me celebrate!

For anyone who has read the book, and  is willing write a review on Amazon, I will send you Della and Brad’s wedding day story as a thank-you!  It won’t be published anywhere until Behind the Firewall comes out, so you will be the first to read it!

I am super excited to see what you guys think of it.  I am still only a third of the way into writing Behind the Firewall, the second book in this series  as  I have been so busy in getting The Lion’s Den out.  I will soon be able to dedicate more time into getting further into this work.

There’s talk going around that I might be contributing to a ten novella boxed set of romance novels for Christmas  as well.  If that doesn’t pan out, I might publish it on my own.  the possibilities are endless!

Thanks for giving The Lion’s Den a read!

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Discharged from hospital, but not from life!

Hi friends,

dischargeWell, the Gods must have been monitoring my previous posts regarding my mother-in-law’s latest experience with our health care system and the frigging snot sucking flu she succumbed to there last month.  Although we finally got her squared away and on the mend, it turns out that we hadn’t seen the last of Eastern Health.

Last Sunday, having spent all night in a recliner in the Family room rather than lying down in bed and coughing my guts out all night, I admitted defeat and asked Paul to drive me to the Health Sciences Center.  He dropped me off at Emergency and went on a quest to find a parking spot.  By the time I got to the lineup for triage, I must have been looking pretty bad because before I knew it, I was loaded aboard a wheelchair and whisked away to see a Dr. They stuck a blood oxygen monitor on me and I registered  81 (95-98 is normal).  I was gasping for air like a Codfish out of water  Before I knew it I was in an ER suite, hooked up to oxygen, being EKG’d, blood pressure monitored and chest x-rayed.  I was amazed by the swiftness with which all of these diagnostics took place.  Quality assurance would be proud!  Then we set in to wait for a medical consult.  Luckily it was the May 24th holiday weekend and the ER wasn’t too busy, so I didn’t get out-ted to the corridor, I got to stay where I was.  Finally a Dr. showed up and the decision was made to admit me.  Talk about having the tables turned on you! I had been hoping to get some antibiotics, some puffers, and be sent home with orders to “get some rest.”

I was wheeled off to some room deep in the bowels of the Emergency department, that resembled a storage closet, with boxes of medical supplies stacked everywhere.  Three other patients were already ensconced there, all male and all elderly. One old guy was mentally challenged and kept bawling out to someone to “GE’ ‘OW” Some caregiver sat with him and kept making soothing noises, which, thankfully kept him in his bed.  I don’t know how long I was there, but they changed the oxygen cylinder on me twice before they got me a room upstairs. By now it was 3:30 am.

So that’s where I have been for the last three days.  My fellow inmates are all over eighty and all suffering from a variety of respiratory illnesses. As I listened to the conversation swirling around and overheard the histories being recorded by members of the medical team, It became glaringly apparent,  the contributing factors that found us all here under the same circumstances.  What the years of smoking and abuses to the body had brought to these people  was more eye-opening to me than a thousand public service announcements could get across.

Vowing to make changes in my life, I stoically endured the course of treatment prescribed to me.  I would not complain about getting woke up at 5:38 in the morning to have blood pressure, blood oxygen readings taken or a thermometer stuck under my tongue.  I never made a murmur about being jabbed for blood sugar readings or being fed food that had less taste than sawdust.  I inhaled that much ventolin mist that anyone passing by would write “the Grand Banks” on the door.  I never let a drop of soft drink, junk food, or candy pass my lips.  I consumed enough tablets and capsules to keep me from getting hungry anyway.

Thankfully I am home now, but as I waved goodbye to my roommates and wished them all a speedy recovery, I wondered if any of them would be able to enjoy any quality of life.  I was lucky to have been given the opportunity to see firsthand what the outcome of living an unhealthy lifestyle would bring.  Here I am, at least twenty years their junior, bringing old aged problems onto myself years before I should have to be even thinking about them.  The decision is mine to make. I can stop the self-abuse that comes from over-eating and eating the wrong foods. let go of the sugary drinks, even the so-called “diet” kind that is no more healthier than those loaded with glucose-fructose or cane sugar.  Replace the empty calorie junk foods with fresh fruits, nuts and vegetables, and get creative with meal preparation and control portions better.  Thankfully, I had never taken up smoking, but for anyone trying to quit now, there are so many aids that will help you, it’s definitely time to try.

So, I have some work to do before I can discharge myself from living a healthier life.  Maybe I’ll get to like the new way better and I won’t miss my chocolate binges and sour ju-jube Sundays.  I might be tempted to get off the couch when I’m better from the pneumonia and do a little exercise.  You can’t do this kind of thing just because someone else wants you to.  Thank you, universe, for showing me through my own eyes, where the path I have started down leads.  At least I have a chance to correct things before it is too late.

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