Yesterday the sun came out momentarally and my daighter decided to put her chicken on a leash and cage her in. See the toy and mucky water? nice aditions if you ask me.Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
excerpt
my book arrived on Klingon for the galactic traveler and I wanted to share an excerpt from the 5Th page.
It is understood that written explanations of spoken phenomena are inadequate for a full understanding of the topic. What is here is only a guide, a sampling, and it can in no way replace the knowledge and experience acquired by actually living among Klingon's. It should be, however, and essential first step. By way of disclaimer, it should be pointed out that although every effort has been made to be accurate the compilers of this work cannot be responsible for the behavior of Klingon's who may disagree.
No, I'm not insane. I just like a little fun now and then. This book is proving itself, if anything, exceedingly amusing considering it is a language made up by computer geeks in love with a television show. more to follow-
It is understood that written explanations of spoken phenomena are inadequate for a full understanding of the topic. What is here is only a guide, a sampling, and it can in no way replace the knowledge and experience acquired by actually living among Klingon's. It should be, however, and essential first step. By way of disclaimer, it should be pointed out that although every effort has been made to be accurate the compilers of this work cannot be responsible for the behavior of Klingon's who may disagree.
No, I'm not insane. I just like a little fun now and then. This book is proving itself, if anything, exceedingly amusing considering it is a language made up by computer geeks in love with a television show. more to follow-
Saturday, March 28, 2009
research
today I found my jr. high year book among the many piles of junk we are moving. I am rathdr glad to see it, even if its packed with embarrassing memorys, because I have started working on a story about jr. high. I took advice from the green gables seris and am sticking with somthing I know about for my first try at writing 'for real'
I decided to give it a try since Kristen invited me to attend a workshop on writing in may. As for illistrating, I have found I am seriously unable to perform when a real task arises. My art is very spontanious and if I push it...I am left very unsatisfied with the results. We shall see what comes of the latter.
I decided to give it a try since Kristen invited me to attend a workshop on writing in may. As for illistrating, I have found I am seriously unable to perform when a real task arises. My art is very spontanious and if I push it...I am left very unsatisfied with the results. We shall see what comes of the latter.
Friday, March 27, 2009
dreary day
Here I sit plunking at the keys while munching hand fulls of marsh mellows and pecans. I am hiding from reality, what reality? The reality my children, once again, have chosen to have a boo hoo day. It seems to come around every so often. Usually after the self proclamation "they are going to sleep in this morning I just know it!" This mornings sleeping in session only lasted until 5:45 am...in my book it has to be closer to 7, and was followed by rigorous amounts of tearful 'he done it' tales and 'she hurt my feelings' shrieks.
A common enough solution for these dismal days is a nice drive. Strap-em in and drive thirty minutes to get a coffee just to turn around and drive home. No such luck today, we got home and still had tears. We are trying solution # 2. PBS kids and chocolate milk. If that doesn't stick we will go for walkies around the block, visiting neighbors on the way (nice change) Whatever the solution there is always bed time when I read them books, tell them I love them and convince them sleep will make them feel better.
Sleeping was hard for me, especially in the summer. I remember having my eyes fly open every time I relaxed to try to sleep. Nothing like motherhood to subdue an ever reeling mind. Now when I hit the pillow I only remember breathing a few times before I wake up (with a kiddo need) around 12ish thinking "how did that happen?"
I did accomplish a few things lately, one of them being a quilt I started eons ago. It is for a good friend of mine who just had a boy....6 months ago! ha s l o w me.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
note to self
Good friendships are really nice. Today my good friend city girl reminded me to not become too fineky in my old age by pointing out how I am more intolerant of things (ahem..not political issues,, things like dirty windows garbage can liners that sort of thing).
so I wanted to say THANKS! it reminded me to hang loose and I needed that!
so I wanted to say THANKS! it reminded me to hang loose and I needed that!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
trees I have climbed
National arbor day is just around the corner, April 24Th, and with it comes thoughts of the many trees scattered through out history.
Years ago I saw a documentary of a man named Axel Erlandson who grafted trees in ways no one else imagined possible. Its as if he could talk to them, telling them to take on whatever form that pleased him. His arbor sculptires have earned him a place in the Guinness book of world records and because he considered his work private, his 'trade secrets' followed him to the grave. What a gift that man had, his education only went as far as the 4Th grade but his work has taunted decades of the highly educated. If you wish to read more on the life of Axel Erlandson follow the link for information and pictures on this truly amazing man.http://www.arborsmith.com/treecircus.html
Coincidentally a certain story taught in grade school of George Washington chopping down a cherry tree or something of that sort inspired me. Instead of proving George Washington was a horrible person because of it or delving deeper into the psychology involved, I am going to give you a brief history of the cherry tree.
The Cherry tree probably originated in Asia Minor but also has been references in Greek and roman culture. Its wood is revered for color and beauty. It is often used in furniture, flooring and many other household items. It came to the United States along with other fruit trees to Plymouth Mass. in 1628 and was later manipulated to endure the harsh winter weather as well as a higher resistance to pestilence. Many people choose to plant ornamental cherry trees in their yards which eliminates the yearly clean up and removal of rotten cherry's from landscaping. One of my favorite garden centers is a little spot off of 101 called 7 Dee's. http://www.dennis7dees.com/home.html They have a large back lot full of trees and shrubs. If you are like me you might find yourself standing and staring, lost in the possibility's.
Lastly there are several trees in my own life in which I deem historical. The first is an old maple which stretched to the sky in the front yard in SoCal. My brother and I fastened a rope with knots on it so we could climb out of reach from the youngest. He was much to awkward to master rope climbing at 5. Early summer time the tree would come alive with caterpillars. Millions of them crawling everywhere. Occassionally when you swung on the tire swing they would fall from the branch onto your head.
The next tree was a large pine residing in the side yard of our new home in Oregon. I successfully placed a giant piece of plywood in it by myself. Miraculously not sustaining any injury. Its nice to be young and invincible. I did all my most important thinking there. Many other forests, trees, and hikes played a part in my life so far. There is just a security about breathing in wet earth and tree smell while praying to my heavenly father or soaking in the silence of the forest until His footsteps can almost be heard.
Years ago I saw a documentary of a man named Axel Erlandson who grafted trees in ways no one else imagined possible. Its as if he could talk to them, telling them to take on whatever form that pleased him. His arbor sculptires have earned him a place in the Guinness book of world records and because he considered his work private, his 'trade secrets' followed him to the grave. What a gift that man had, his education only went as far as the 4Th grade but his work has taunted decades of the highly educated. If you wish to read more on the life of Axel Erlandson follow the link for information and pictures on this truly amazing man.http://www.arborsmith.com/treecircus.html
Coincidentally a certain story taught in grade school of George Washington chopping down a cherry tree or something of that sort inspired me. Instead of proving George Washington was a horrible person because of it or delving deeper into the psychology involved, I am going to give you a brief history of the cherry tree.
The Cherry tree probably originated in Asia Minor but also has been references in Greek and roman culture. Its wood is revered for color and beauty. It is often used in furniture, flooring and many other household items. It came to the United States along with other fruit trees to Plymouth Mass. in 1628 and was later manipulated to endure the harsh winter weather as well as a higher resistance to pestilence. Many people choose to plant ornamental cherry trees in their yards which eliminates the yearly clean up and removal of rotten cherry's from landscaping. One of my favorite garden centers is a little spot off of 101 called 7 Dee's. http://www.dennis7dees.com/home.html They have a large back lot full of trees and shrubs. If you are like me you might find yourself standing and staring, lost in the possibility's.
Lastly there are several trees in my own life in which I deem historical. The first is an old maple which stretched to the sky in the front yard in SoCal. My brother and I fastened a rope with knots on it so we could climb out of reach from the youngest. He was much to awkward to master rope climbing at 5. Early summer time the tree would come alive with caterpillars. Millions of them crawling everywhere. Occassionally when you swung on the tire swing they would fall from the branch onto your head.
The next tree was a large pine residing in the side yard of our new home in Oregon. I successfully placed a giant piece of plywood in it by myself. Miraculously not sustaining any injury. Its nice to be young and invincible. I did all my most important thinking there. Many other forests, trees, and hikes played a part in my life so far. There is just a security about breathing in wet earth and tree smell while praying to my heavenly father or soaking in the silence of the forest until His footsteps can almost be heard.
Lucky me!
Irish legends.
I lived them breathed them and even eaten them. I wanted to hunt for the pot-o-gold just a rainbow away, but rain in north-eastern Cali is a rare thing and rainbows even scarcer. Often after a rain storm a massive wild land fires would erupt and planes full of fire retardant would fly over. Sadly sunlight just doesn't refract well through red powder. Once while riding in the back of a very hot and sticky station wagon I glanced out the open window to see one. It was moving further away as we drove toward it. I was peeling my sweaty self from the black Naugahyde seats when an epiphany hit. This must be the reason no one has found it, rainbows run. The only way you catch one is to become a leprechaun yourself. Drawing on all my six year old resources I sat down to watch Darby O'Gill and the little people for the hundredth time. At grandmas I alway made sure to eat as much Lucky Charms possible. In the end, all that was to be had from that was a stomach ache and bad dreams. Perhaps being a pirate would be a more lucrative career, I thought. So my brothers and I went to digging large holes in our back yard hoping to hear the distinctive plunk of a shovel hitting a chest full of Spanish gold....in north-eastern California.
this is my writing assignment for the week
Pranked!
Most of us usually consider the prankster a menace to society. The burr in the hide of normality. Just when you are sitting down to a nice dinner an unidentified person calls to ask if your refrigerator is running and then tells you to go catch it, perhaps you have spent your day turning down calls for a woman named Peggy when suddenly Peggy calls and asks if there were any messages left for her. Admittedly being pranked isn't always fun, but often its downright funny to picture the nervous pre-teen on the other end with their adrenalin pumping, hands shaking, and friends prodding. Unless your family is active there isn't really much to do at home alone while your waiting for your parents to come home from work...and sometimes the church phone book flops open to JUST the right page. Possibly you might have been fortunate enough to grow up in the era where people had to recognize your voice to know who exactly was on the other line. Not that I would ever take part in such mischief. If I did do that sort of thing a message could have been left on my brothers phone that went like this.....hello..this is The Baby Factory. We are calling to confirm we have been storing your order of three toddlers much too long..(children screaming in background begins to get louder)..we would really appRICIATE (shouting over children's screaming) YOU PICKING THEM UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!several of these tricky people have a code. Dont prank those who are helpless, incapable of laughing at themselves or stupid (pranks tend to be lost on the clueless) and remember one who pranks will receive pranking in return.this post does not in any such way endorse pranking. Pranking is un-holy and wrong, those who prank shuld turn from their pranking ways by serving soup to the homless, eating vegan and washing twice after shaking hands
I lived them breathed them and even eaten them. I wanted to hunt for the pot-o-gold just a rainbow away, but rain in north-eastern Cali is a rare thing and rainbows even scarcer. Often after a rain storm a massive wild land fires would erupt and planes full of fire retardant would fly over. Sadly sunlight just doesn't refract well through red powder. Once while riding in the back of a very hot and sticky station wagon I glanced out the open window to see one. It was moving further away as we drove toward it. I was peeling my sweaty self from the black Naugahyde seats when an epiphany hit. This must be the reason no one has found it, rainbows run. The only way you catch one is to become a leprechaun yourself. Drawing on all my six year old resources I sat down to watch Darby O'Gill and the little people for the hundredth time. At grandmas I alway made sure to eat as much Lucky Charms possible. In the end, all that was to be had from that was a stomach ache and bad dreams. Perhaps being a pirate would be a more lucrative career, I thought. So my brothers and I went to digging large holes in our back yard hoping to hear the distinctive plunk of a shovel hitting a chest full of Spanish gold....in north-eastern California.
this is my writing assignment for the week
Pranked!
Most of us usually consider the prankster a menace to society. The burr in the hide of normality. Just when you are sitting down to a nice dinner an unidentified person calls to ask if your refrigerator is running and then tells you to go catch it, perhaps you have spent your day turning down calls for a woman named Peggy when suddenly Peggy calls and asks if there were any messages left for her. Admittedly being pranked isn't always fun, but often its downright funny to picture the nervous pre-teen on the other end with their adrenalin pumping, hands shaking, and friends prodding. Unless your family is active there isn't really much to do at home alone while your waiting for your parents to come home from work...and sometimes the church phone book flops open to JUST the right page. Possibly you might have been fortunate enough to grow up in the era where people had to recognize your voice to know who exactly was on the other line. Not that I would ever take part in such mischief. If I did do that sort of thing a message could have been left on my brothers phone that went like this.....hello..this is The Baby Factory. We are calling to confirm we have been storing your order of three toddlers much too long..(children screaming in background begins to get louder)..we would really appRICIATE (shouting over children's screaming) YOU PICKING THEM UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!several of these tricky people have a code. Dont prank those who are helpless, incapable of laughing at themselves or stupid (pranks tend to be lost on the clueless) and remember one who pranks will receive pranking in return.this post does not in any such way endorse pranking. Pranking is un-holy and wrong, those who prank shuld turn from their pranking ways by serving soup to the homless, eating vegan and washing twice after shaking hands
Monday, March 16, 2009
first time mommy
We all tell ourselves we wont morph into a different person when baby comes along. Many "I'm never going to" statements escape out mouths with the full intent of following through. Sadly during the transformation some things tend to be lost. I blame my own idiosyncrasies on a lack of anyone around me who had children. I was the only one of my friends married let alone popping out offspring. The only experience I had was baby sitting when I was 12. Yeah I read all the books..I think I will write a tell all memoir about the yucky things no one tells you about childbirth and beyond. For instance, when you give your 1 year old a bubble bath and realize after the tub is draining that they decided to poop before they got out. No matter how much I tried to pretend I was digging chocolate out of the hair trap, as soon as my fingers touched it the dry heaving followed.Then there was the.. no matter how 'easy' your mothers labor is you have every reason to relate to the screaming woman faking birth on a soap opera. By child number three I was filling up formula bottles in bathrooms, a far cry from the Evian my first got. Take heart. Everyone is a first. No one avoids all stereotypes, even if they take pride in being laid back, ask them to tell on themselves. Sit back prepare, read books, take classes, watch Lamaze videos and then throw it out with all that helpful advice about "the only way to do it" and live it. It will make for great humiliating stories later!
you can read Kristens version of this weeks writing assignment at
http://www.kristenjoywilks.com/blog/?p=196&cpage=1#comment-50
you can read Kristens version of this weeks writing assignment at
http://www.kristenjoywilks.com/blog/?p=196&cpage=1#comment-50
defiance
A great movie..if you dont freak out every time you hear the F bomb. It is a story about the german invasion and the jewish refugees in the forest. It is a drama but has a goodly amount of action and killing it. I found it very well delivered. I give it an eight out of ten.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
long drive
today I'm getting my car back after 3 long weeks of driving my sister-in-laws car after our accident. Its been a long day. We..aka me, got up at five and arranged lunches, dressed kids, took a shower, and then ran out the door at 6:45. I drove down the street to pick up city girl and headed out to my mother-in-laws house a crazy 4 hours away. We were going to meet and go to the zoo at 11:00 but circumstances caused the day to grow late and that did not work out. 3pm my car arrived...I was soo happy to see the leather seats and blue paint..now to drive home.
Friday, March 13, 2009
han solo vs. luke skywalker
it would be titled bad boy vs. whiner. Granted Luke Skywalker is the main characture in the original Starwars plot lines but lets look deeper than the surface. Today we will compare fictional characters to real men and see how they up. Here are the Cons.
Han ,Luke
- arrogant ,whiner
- cheeky, mopey
- chauvinistic, dependant
- dirty (needs to bathe), weak
- sneaky, honest to a fault
Han, Luke
- confidant, compassionate
- strong, loyal
- observant, trusting
- quick thinker, easily amused
- capable, fast learner
When I made this list I began to think to myself...why on earth does Han seem so attractive? Luke has all those quality's you would want a guy to have..... Han sounds like a guy who might be capable of compassion if properly motivated but Luke...He sounds like a really nice black lab who whines when your gone and then runs to the door when he hears the car pull up. I use to think It was everybody who found Luke undesirable but then I realized I married a Han and that's what I needed. Plus as long as we are fantisizing ourselves into fictional charactures, I would want to be princess Lea. I don't think I would ever want to kiss my brother like that *gag* So who do you love? is it a Han or a Luke? I hope you found the right hero whichever fictional character he may be!
the explination wouldnt even cover the reason.
Strength is my weakness. It feels good to be strong, independent, and self sufficient. To feel as though I can take on any thing alone and defeat it single handed. I'll admit to my arrogance even if most of it exists in my head. The problem with power and strength is eventually you find yourself lonely and afraid to admit it to anyone. I have admitted it wholeheartedly that I am lonely where I live. I did however think that by two years I would find kindred spirits within the area along with a friend or two. Sadly, though Greg and I have involved ourselves with a local church and spent time with people nothing has stuck. The fact is there are very few young...responsible people living there we are left with nothing. My only friend who lives twenty minutes away is moving soon for a job. The decision is a difficult and emotional one but its been prayed over and we have both agree it has to be done. What can we do? Everything points to living with my parents again. This particular bit of information causes me great angst. Its like stepping back instead of moving forward, its admitting a need for friends and support and asking them to bear with my inability to thrive as a lone free ranger for a short time. Ashamed...yes..ashamed of my need. Have a plan? not quite yet. It might look like this..move down in a couple months, cram everything in two little rooms..again, try to find a rental company that would rent our house for vacation purposes, figure out finances, rent a house,...crazy I know. Now lets look at best case scenario. We move our stuff, we sell our house, we buy a new house around here. Option Two is MUCH easier to digest. Everything falls right into place. bummer we live in the real world right? What is it we hope to accomplish by moving.
- Boost our relationship with Christ
- get our kids around other kids their age
- have friends of the same age and interests
- not feel so alone
if you have any inclination to pray for our upcoming decision making please do. I cant do it on my own anymore...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
exhibit A
great huh! I wat to get its twin on the other side next month or so..and the grat thing is it was only $150!!! I love my tattoo artist.
guys dont make passes at......
for over a decade now the necessity of prescription eye ware has manifested itself in strange and unusual ways. There was the garbage can man...not really a man...the almost slapped a butt not belonging to husband incident..walking into a sign post..table..pole...the list goes on and on. Why torture myself you say? If you have ever watched the 1950's comedy "how to marry a millionaire" you might already know the answer. The bombshell blond, played by Marilyn Monroe, cant see her hand in front of her face without her horn-rimmed glasses perched on the end of her nose.She cant handle wearing them around men for the fact they reduce her attractiveness indefinitely! At one point she dates a man with a patch over his eye, but wont put her glasses on to see because 'guys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses.' The end of the movie she gets together with a man who is also unable to see without coke bottle lenses. Now I have never dated a man with a patch per say but I do have an aversion to glasses because I feel a bit frumpy. I spoke to my doctor of alternatives but he simply said glasses were the way to go with my particular problem. Vanity sweet vanity,...
Sunday, March 8, 2009
good thing its not PERMINANT
I told the lady I wanted a perm...she said hair cut....I said perm...she said haircut..I said PERM..she said spiral....I said wavy...she said spiral....I said WAVY...she said...ooookkkaayyy. I say, Im glad its not truly perminant. Very poodlish but fun. I had a feeling about how it was going to turn out but I didnt care, it was my day off. As for the tattoo its on tuesday. The gal wanted to tweak the design and after bartering with the hair lady I was like okay...but only after she tokd me she would give me a really good deal. Hit my weak spot, dead center!mixed bag
Greg has been gone for nearly two weeks and I miss him...obviously. The thing is I am having a great time being around people my own age, who like what I do. Carla is my main peninsula friend and she is moving closer to her job as soon as she can, so that means back to no one. Two stinking years of life up there and NO CHANGE. Its not as though I havnt tried. We are close to looking at the moving option seriously. Whats the final nail in the coffin of lonliness. A beautiful house that I dont want to give up! No good options dosnt mean no options. I am praying for guidance and am looking forward to seeking Gregs councel..5 days to go!
Saturday, March 7, 2009
sparrow
ignore the chest hair..its not mine. I found the design on the internet and since I have babysitting I am going to try and get it done today...if they have a space for me.Friday, March 6, 2009
keep it movin!
The kids had tons of fun playing in the dirt I was moving. we had several playdates with friends to celebrate the ocasion.
The bottom picture shows the last standing pile. By the close of the day I had all but anahaliated it! Now what to do in order to stay distracted? move the pile of rock and sand.
oh hannah!
I didnt get any pictures of Mr. steel with her but I see a future fight between the boys comming. Hannah was playing both sides in the car..the whole I like mr. steel but I LOVE you Thomas! he says "you shuld let me win becuase I was going to marry you"
She says "I am going to marry you"
She says....You win mr. steel
he says (lots of whining) But HANNAH I was going to marry you so you shuld let me win!!!
She reassured him and then let my girl win....this went on the same way for quite a while untill I said enough. Poor Thomas' heart couldnt take anymore...lovers quarrels all before your five!
old new pics for my blog
We love the zoo! There were so many people there, somone took pitty on a mom who never gets pictures of her with her kiddos. I shure love them..what a bunch of coconuts!
saturday
so glad to be getting a day off. Its not the kids at all I just need some time to myself without somone needing somthing. On saturday I will get a perm and hopfully a tattoo. wow this was a short post. Maby edswife will have twins so I can be the one who guessed right. If that happens I will open up a psycic blog! joaking
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
dirt pile down
This afternoon after attending my every two year eye exam I attacked the next dirt mound outside my parents house. Hard physical labor is my favorite type of excersize for the very reason you are doing two tasks at once. Mucking out stalls is one of my favorite past times. Though the stench of horse urin makes your throat feel like you swallowed hot ashes, I find my muscles straining under a heavy load helps me to think. I have had much to think about latly, the stress of living where I do without much support spiritually has drained the happyness from the day to day. I hate to fail, when we moved here I made great effort to get out. I wanted to connect with the community. The truth is up there unless you are in your 60's there is no community. I dont know what to do, but somthing has to change. Im praying hard.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
the bachelor
Yes I caved. The TV happened to click on the bachelor finale and I said to myself "shoot, If I had any motivation I would get up and do something good with my life,..but since I don't...."
He was a bachelor reject from a previous season. The girl he picked last year told him to take a hike because she loved a different man..a nice twist if you ask me. This year he was back to try at 'love' again. Funny considering all the guy does is make out with 30 girls then choose the one to 'marry' at the end. For some reason I watched the first episode this season. A similar circumstance hindered me from changing the channel then. So here I was watching when another twist came into play. I definatly wasnt prerared for the lowest possible slam any woman could endure. He chose one girl to 'live happily ever after' with but after taking several trips and vacations with her he realized this, he wasn't in love with her (as if love is so fleeting) and he wanted to tell her on national television about his non-feelings for her. To add insult to injury he wanted to tell the other girl he previously rejected he loved her instead. This brings a song to mind...hum..."did you ever have to make up your mind? to say yes to one girl and leave the other one behind. Its not often easy, its not often kind. did you ever have to finally decide" At the beginning of the show they spin him in an all positive light about how the poor man was divorced shortly after the birth of their son and she left forever. He had to raise his son all by himself...all alone..sob sob...After I saw the finale I have absolutely NO pity for his poor state of affairs. He kept saying over and over how lonely he and his son were, but clearly his daddy was the only one suffering. That little boy wanted nothing but his father...and defiantly not a stepmother. Kids are great for their transparency on matters. You could see exactly what that little three year old was thinking. "get this stranger out of here dad, I haven't seen you in forever,..why is she here ruining our time together?" I cant say anything more except after hearing his falling out of love in a month speech and wanting to cuss the television out like a drunken grandma I shut it off and went to bed. Who needs that type of aggravation anyway. Its no surprise that the longest standing bachelor relationship was the baccalaureate. She chose love not lust.
He was a bachelor reject from a previous season. The girl he picked last year told him to take a hike because she loved a different man..a nice twist if you ask me. This year he was back to try at 'love' again. Funny considering all the guy does is make out with 30 girls then choose the one to 'marry' at the end. For some reason I watched the first episode this season. A similar circumstance hindered me from changing the channel then. So here I was watching when another twist came into play. I definatly wasnt prerared for the lowest possible slam any woman could endure. He chose one girl to 'live happily ever after' with but after taking several trips and vacations with her he realized this, he wasn't in love with her (as if love is so fleeting) and he wanted to tell her on national television about his non-feelings for her. To add insult to injury he wanted to tell the other girl he previously rejected he loved her instead. This brings a song to mind...hum..."did you ever have to make up your mind? to say yes to one girl and leave the other one behind. Its not often easy, its not often kind. did you ever have to finally decide" At the beginning of the show they spin him in an all positive light about how the poor man was divorced shortly after the birth of their son and she left forever. He had to raise his son all by himself...all alone..sob sob...After I saw the finale I have absolutely NO pity for his poor state of affairs. He kept saying over and over how lonely he and his son were, but clearly his daddy was the only one suffering. That little boy wanted nothing but his father...and defiantly not a stepmother. Kids are great for their transparency on matters. You could see exactly what that little three year old was thinking. "get this stranger out of here dad, I haven't seen you in forever,..why is she here ruining our time together?" I cant say anything more except after hearing his falling out of love in a month speech and wanting to cuss the television out like a drunken grandma I shut it off and went to bed. Who needs that type of aggravation anyway. Its no surprise that the longest standing bachelor relationship was the baccalaureate. She chose love not lust.
yesterday
Wow, it was crazy. My girl and I did school work all morning, played with friends, came home and cleaned, and then crashed for a 10 minute nap before driving back to my house, two hours away, and paying my insurance and power bill. Poor Thomas was crying about having to get in the car again. The entire morning was spent in tears, with the exception of myself, and it seems as though the youngest is set into a wake up routine an hour after he falls asleep. This morning Thomas came in at 4:30am to get a snuggle and I just couldn't turn off my financial brain. Its a curse to be a woman and have worries bombard your brain when you should be sleeping! I conceded to my sleeplessness and decided to get up before I worried about the house exploding...(exaggeration intended) Today my goals are to move one of the three giant dirt piles outside my parents house and baste the quilt for Parker I have been putting off for 6 months. I missed all the calls from Greg yesterday so today I am staying put. I did try to get to the tattoo parlor on Sunday but they were closed. When I finally dig up babysitting I will make an appt. and go,...that is IF the budget doesn't freak me out first. My reading of ink heart is slow, though the book is well written and enjoyable.
Monday, March 2, 2009
long night
By a week the kids are all cranky and crying because they miss daddy. It comes out in a variety of behaviours. Last night I put everyone to sleep then went to city girls house for a girls night. A half an hour later my mom called and said that my youngest woke up and wouldn't stop crying. I could hear him wailing in the background and knew it wasn't going to get any better unless I went home. He was scared. Of all my kids he is the most a daddy's boy and with Greg being gone he's had some security problems. Greg tried calling all day yesterday. I was left at the other end of the phone listening to Internet fuzz, he got through at 7:30 pm last night long enough to tell me he loved me and then was hurried off the phone for unknown reasons. The day before I asked him what to pray for and he said there was a little boy who needed a kidney transplant and over there that is close to a miracle. He passed out tracts in the red light district yesterday and is going back to working on the river boat today. 12 days to go.
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