Wednesday, June 16, 2010

It's Autumn, Halloween and

Friday, October 6, 2006

Current mood: bouncy

I'm HAPPY!! I love watching everything change colors. I'm going to be taking the boys for _several_ walks over then next month. Give them a chance to _see_ things changing (: Besides, it's starting to cool down a little.

Very excited--bought fall themed place settings today (Big Cheesy Grin). Doesn't that just make me sound like a dork? Well, I am, so it fits (; Anywho, I'd been eyeballing them for the past two months and finally broke down and got them-- it's fall, my son just had a fall party at school yesterday...and did I already mention how much I enjoy this season?

Tomorrow, I'm pulling my fall and Halloween decorations out of storage. Very excited about it. If you ever get the chance (and your into unusual decoration ideas) check out Stromboli's Wagon on e-bay. Great seller. Amazing stuff!

I headed to the local nursery this morning--was disappointed-- NO pumpkins or gourds of any kind! I left my name and number and a message to call me if they plan to carry them. I refuse to get my pumpkins at Wal-Mart...and considering my family celebrates Halloween like most people celebrate...well, not quite like Christmas or Thanksgiving...but much more than say Groundhog Day or Labor Day...We decorate almost every room inside the house and get between 5 and 12 pumpkins and I like having a large variety of types to choose from. You can make some really great jack-o-lanterns with the large flat dark orange ones, and the white, green and striped pumpkins are pretty cool all on their own...anyway, we end up spending at least $50 on pumpkins... and Wal-Mart has a lousy selection. SO--when we head out of town (by 30 minutes) tomorrow, I'll be checking out -their- local nurseries to see what my options are. If I have to, I'll be ordering seeds on-line and grow my own for next year (:

While about tomorrow, we'll also be scouting the local fabric stores so that I can start making my boys' Halloween costumes (: I've made them every year. This year, I'll need to make a vest for me, some red-striped jammies for my youngest, and an orange yeti (look it up on Google Images) costume for my oldest... and what does all that mean we're going to be? Have you seen "The Labyrinth"? I'll be dressed as Sarah, my youngest will be going as Toby, and my oldest wants to be Luto. My husband doesn't want to play this year, or I'd be getting him dressed up like Jareth. Last year, my boys were Mr. Potato Head and Woody from Toy Story. Year before that, my oldest was Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And his first Halloween, he debuted as a cow and I dressed like a farmer (:

It makes a lot more sense when you account for the fact that this Halloween will be my (our) 7th wedding anniversary. And for our wedding reception, it was costumed. My mother came dressed as a cow. So for my oldest's first Halloween, so was he--and I sent her a picture of him, a copy of the picture of her and a little note "Look who he takes after!" Since last year was my youngest's first, he needed to be Mr. Potato Head, since that's the costume my father-in-law wore at the reception...ditto on the pictures and note, just to the in-law side of the family (:

We start planning our costumes 4-5 months in advance and I keep and eye out for anything that will work with it along the way. But I wait to start any actual sewing until the first full weekend in October--just to make sure it's still going to fit the boys by the time Halloween rolls around.

For me, Halloween starts the Holiday Season (:

Are you an Indigo?

Sunday, October 15, 2006
Are you an Indigo?

Indigo Child is not a recognized term in the field of psychology, although some of the authors of Indigo literature have degrees in psychology; one reason for this might be that the concept of Indigo children is relatively new.

"in the 1970s a major wave of Indigos was born, and so we have a whole generation of Indigos who are now in their late twenties and early thirties who are about to take their place as leaders in the world."

Indigo Adult Characteristics :

Are intelligent, though may not have had top grades.

Are very creative and enjoy making things.

Always need to know WHY, especially why they are being asked to do something.

Had disgust and perhaps loathing for much of the required and repetitious work in school.

Were rebellious in school in that they refused to do homework and rejected authority of teachers, OR seriously wanted to rebel, but didn't DARE, usually due to parental pressure.

May have experienced early existential depression and feelings of helplessness. These may have ranged from sadness to utter despair. Suicidal feelings while still in high school or younger are not uncommon in the Indigo Adult.

Have difficulty in service-oriented jobs. Indigos resist authority and caste system of employment.

Prefer leadership positions or working alone to team positions.

Have deep empathy for others, yet an intolerance of stupidity.

May be extremely emotionally sensitive including crying at the drop of a hat (no shielding) Or may be the opposite and show no expression of emotion (full shielding).

May have trouble with RAGE.

Have trouble with systems they consider broken or ineffective, ie. political, educational, medical, and legal.

Alienation from or anger with politics - feeling your voice won't count and/or that the outcome really doesn't mattter.

Frustration with or rejection of the traditional American dream - 9-5 career, marriage, 2.5 children, house with white picket fence, etc.

Anger at rights being taken away, fear and/or fury at "Big Brother watching you."

Have a burning desire to do something to change and improve the world. May be stymied what to do. May have trouble identifying their path.

Have psychic or spiritual interest appear fairly young - in or before teen years.

Had few if any Indigo role models. Having had some doesn't mean you're not an indigo, though.

Have strong intuition.

Random behavior pattern or mind style - (symptoms of Attention Deficit Disorder). May have trouble focusing on assigned tasks, may jump around in conversations.

Have had psychic experiences, such as premonitions, seeing angels or ghosts, out of body experiences, hearing voices.

May be electrically sensitive such as watches not working and street lights going out as you move under them, electrical equipment malfunctioning and lights blowing out.

May have awareness of other dimensions and parallel realities.

Sexually are very expressive and inventive OR may reject sexuality in boredom or with intention of achieving higher spiritual connection. May explore alternative types of sexuality.

Seek meaning to their life and understanding about the world May seek this through religion or spirituality, spiritual groups and books, self-help groups and books.

When they find balance they may become very strong, healthy, happy individuals.

Please note, anyone could have a few of these traits, but Indigo Adults have most or all of these 25 characteristics. If you have more than 10 yes answers, he or she probably is an Indigo. If more than 15, almost definitely.

Helping spreading the awareness (:

Here comes Halloween...

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Current mood: chipper

(musical notes floating around the house)....

That song's been flitting in and out of my thoughts for the last couple of days...

The fact that I have a gingerbread haunted house and nine jack-o-lanterns... plus an endless run of kids shows on tv is probably helping (;

I've only got 3 more pumpkins to convert. They're all turning out so lovely this year. I'll have to get them posted in my pics (: So if I'm going to make my oldest's Luto costume, it's going to have to be tomorrow. I bought him a firey costume just in case. He's still out on which on he'd rather be anyway... so of course, if I don't finish the Luto, it's going to be what he want (: I'll just get up early tomorrow. It's only going to take me a couple of hours.

We also bought a "pumpkin pie" pumpkin-- so I'm going to try my hand at making it completely from scratch. It really tickled me to see it, since I grew up under the impression that pumpkin pie filling grew on trees in that Libby's can...

We got to do 2 different fall festivals this weekend (: I went on my very first hay-ride this evening. I was _so_ thrilled! When I leaned over to tell my oldest that it was my first, he very worldly informed me that it was _his_ third: He'd been on one at the pumpkin patch, one the night before with his friends, and now this one. It was very funny the way he said it (lol) Like _I_ was the little kid on a new ride (;

Speaking of him!!! That little boy learned how to ride a bike _without_ training wheels yesterday! He'll be 5 in March. VERY proud of him (: It didn't go the way you always imagine it will-- nothing like it does on the movies. Nope. He was outside with his friend (she's 7) and they were riding bikes (his with training wheels) like they always do...then _she_ put him on her bike...and taught him how to ride! He came in and asked his daddy to take the trainers off of his--and he's been going like a pro since!

Part of the reason I went all out for Halloween is that I've been hearing that so many people don't celebrate it down here. Ba-hum-bug! That's what I say! There was even some confusion as to whether or not they would celebrate it ON Halloween. A lot of people were saying they did it on Saturday, not a school night. That turned out to be false. However! If it falls on a Friday, then it's postponed until Saturday, because that would conflict with High School Football (; Most of the kids around here will go to one of three places to trick-or-treat: The posh (read "rich") homes around either of the two local golf course, or down town to the businesses.

We're going to buck with tradition (: And visit the neighborhood! Shoot, a couple of the folks around here who've seen us taking our walks--or setting up our halloween decorations while taking their's-- are fully aware of the fact that there are _now_ 2 little boys in this mostly retirement community-- and they've made us promise to stop by (: Does my heart good!

Of course...the fact that it's my (our) 7th anniversary certainly doesn't hurt (;

(oh for a musical note key) Here comes Halloween, here comes Halloween, Halloween, Halloween...

Holiday Traditions

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Current mood: excited

I was just realizing the other day, that this is the first thanksgiving in a long time that I can remember NOT falling on the 27th or the 28th (: I'm _so_ used to immediately taking down my thanksgiving decorations and putting up the Christmas decorations, that I forgot. (:

When I was kid growing up, Christmas decorations did _not_ go up before the first of December. And they always came down the day after New Years (: So, instead of getting my Christmas decorations out of storage this weekend when I was putting my halloween and thanksgiving ones away... I left them sit for next weekend (:

It got me thinking about the other Christmas traditions I remember as a kid, that I've been (and intend to continue) sharing with my own family (: Crhristmas is a month long celebration at my house. Like Advent calendars. For the last four years, I've waited until Thanksgiving to go out and look for them--and they were so expensive, I only got them for my son. (The baby was too young last year for them, but he'll get his first this year.) So I planned ahead this year-- looked around on-line, and bought enough for my kids, the neices and nephews, and the neighbor's daughter and got them mailed out in time so that they can USE them starting December 1st (: So what's an advent calendar? At least the ones we used (and the ones that the kids are interested in) have 24 "windows" on a christmas related picture--and behind each one is a chocolate. It's a count-down to christmas (:

The first weekend in December is when we get out the decorations, decorate the house and set up the Christmas tree. I make sure my Christmas pyramid is going to have enough candles to make it through the month. [You might be noticing a decidely German bent to our holiday at this point, if you know what to look for (: ]And we set up our nativity where it's easy to see, but hard for little hands to break. I was so pleased when my mother passed it on to me(: My grandmother Carol made it. And my sister and I named the donkey "Mr. T" because of his mohawk and the A-Team was really popular on television and Mr. T was cool (: So if nothing else, it lets you know that this nativity is at least 20 years old.

Then, there's St. Nicholaus Day. December 6th. It's the night that Saint Nicholaus checks his lists for good boys and girls. You set out your shoes with hay, lettuce, and carrots for the reindeer to eat when they stop at your house. And St. Nicholaus will fill your shoes with chocolates, candies and other small goodies.

Then there's the gingerbread houses. Baking cookies of all kinds...oh for marzipani! (I finally got a recipe, now I just need to order marzipan!) A bowl of mixed nuts that never seems to run out with little bowls around it to put the shells in after you crack them. Making ornaments from salt-dough. Paper crafts--homemade wreaths and window decorations. Writing a letter to Santa--and getting a response! Candles (electric of course) in the windows. Taking the boys to go christmas shopping so that _they_ can choose presents to give...what I wouldn't give for a Kris Kringle Mart! Gluehwein and hot spiced cider. Sing Christmas carols with friends and family. Watching ALL the christmas movies we the ones that come on tv that we don't (: Giving change to the bell-ringers for the Salvations Army-- my mother always handed the change to us kids to do it, and so I do the same for mine (: Having the kids choose toys for toys-for-tots. A different Christmas bedtime story every night (I'm gathering the books right now from storage!). Opening a single present christmas eve. And making Christmas breakfast (:

I'd add playing in the snow, but it's VERY unlikely in our current location. Which is too bad. Because last year we had a blast with sled rides down the hill, snow angles, snow ball fights and chasing the dogs through the snow. Although there will be Christmas parades (: And other local Christmas events that we'll get out and about the participate in (: Like I said, for my family, it's a month long celebration, and:

Christmas is definitely one of my favorite holidays, if not my actual favorite! I still get all excited about it. I still can't sleep through Christmas eve and I still wake up at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning (: All the good memories from the past (: And hoping to share them with my kids... it's what traditions are all about.

New Year (:

Saturday, January 6, 2007
New Year (:
Current mood: accomplished

Well, week one is almost over (: And I've made the "check" transition from 2006 to 2007 smoothly and without any errors. LOL. For years, the first month would always trip me up when I went to the store...or wrote a paper or letter or...well, anything that required writing the date. But I've got 2007 firmly in mind already (;

Made my first sweet potato pie today! Hadn't ever heard of the stuff before Mark's Uncle asked for it on Christmas Eve. I'd brought a pumpkin pie, and he requested a sweet potato for New Year. Turned out well (: And everyone eats the whole thing--including the crust. Wanna know the secrets? LOL. First, buy frozen ready made crusts--then, pre-bake them! Makes a HUGE difference in the taste of the crust. And the "secret" spices? Cinnamon, Nutmeg, Vanilla, and Cardemom.

Watched a whole series of movies lately that have me thinking. "Celestine Prophecies", "Lady In The Water", "Indigo", "The DaVinci Code". If you've seen them, you get it. If you haven't, see them, then let me know what you think. LOL. It's an interesting way to start a New Year. [Yup. Just going to leave a teaser on that one.]

Borrowed civility and a day in the life (:

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Current mood: cheerful

Borrowed my friend Mike's blog today, because it made my morning (: And he always manages to make me laugh. So thanks Mike!

A lady sat down next to me today in a fast food joint. I could see that she was looking over at me, thinking "Hmm. How can I break the ice?"

She said "Mars has a lot of dust."

I replied "I'm sorry, what?!"

I couldn't look away. I couldn't stop talking to her.

This lady was crazy insane and she started talking to me about how "the galaxies are dust" and "the polar caps of the planet Mars has ice" and "what if all of the galaxies are made of dust from cleaning planet Earth".

She asked me what my planet was.

I'm thinking how rude she is to interrupt someone who is eating dinner and minding their own business.

I have come to the conclusion that most Washingtonians lack the ability to act civil in public. But now I think "What if it's me who is being a social fucktard? What if I am the most artless bastard out there?"

By ignoring most everyone I see, I am missing out on some truly and splendidly flawed people out there.

Tomorrow, I am going to try not to just move around people and avoid everyone. I am going to ask them open-ended questions that they have to answer. Nothing yes or no. Questions like, "How's the weather?" and "What type of Self Help book do you like to read?"

If they don't talk to me, then I will know that they are the problem, not me.

And I liked my email back to him so much, I thought I'd share that too! (;

LOL--I was just thinking about this yesterday.

See, there appears to be a sign over my head that reads one of two things "Ask me the question, I'll know the answer", or "I like to talk to strangers." I've come to this conclusion based on the fact that regardless of where I go, what mood I'm in, what I'm doing--whatever, SOME STRANGER IS GOING TO TALK TO ME. Every day.

It might be that I always make eye contact. Always. (LOL) Well, ALMOST always. It sounds friendly, and might even appear that way-- but the only 'self defense' thing I remember is that "you are less likely to be attacked if he thinks you'll remember his face", so I'm always looking around and I meet everyone's eyes. Since most people aren't looking to snatch my stupid little pocket book (that screams "thin! Take me! Fill me up! I'm being disused!") I usually smile. And so people smile back and I hear "hello" (and it's mirade varieties) multiple times through out the day.

But even when I'm pissy, even when I -don't- make eye contact, people talk to me.

I visit a city for a day, first time in my life, and someone is going to stop and ask for directions. I get a wrong number and the person on the other end engages me in a conversation ranging from 5 to 20 minutes. I go grocery shopping and other than the cashier, I'm going to have some sort of short chat with at least 2 random people.

I know this because it happens EVERY DAY... And I usually end up feeling better, all truth be told. Even when I started out in a bad mood. Even when I -felt- too busy to talk to strangers. Because sometimes, maybe, they're just there to help lift you out of yourself and out of your mood (: And you can have some -really- interesting conversations.

My five year old conspiracy theorist

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Current mood: cheerful

So this morning over breakfast, my oldest decides to use his imagination and the conversation goes as follows:

It starts out pretty 'wiley coyote' when he says "Oh Momma. You don't want to push this button here (he's indicating a pretend button on the table next to his cereal). If you do, it'll send you right into outerspace!"

To which my youngest adds the commentary "UP!"

So he continues "Right to the moon!"

While my youngest choirs in with "MOON!"

"With the Astronaughts!"


After a couple minutes along these lines, my oldest says "Momma, are there aliens?"

To which I answer "Well, there's no proof of them, but the universe is such a big place, it's likely."

Then he got a real serious look on his face, and completely dead pan says "Momma, that's just what they want you to think."

LOL! It was all I could do not to burst out laughing. My kids are such a riot sometimes (:

Bloggetty Blog Blog Blog

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Current mood: amused

So I'd been contemplating blogging for about 2 weeks now, but had no fodder to put forth. LOL. Decided to post anyway (;

Ever have those times when you can't decide if you're having good luck in an otherwise bad situation, or bad luck in an otherwise good situation? If you have you know what I'm talking about, if not, then you're either very lucky... or very not. (For you, I hope it's the former.)

Anyway, back to me, so here I am thinking these thoughts and wondering which one I get to have. Some eamples you ask? Well, let's look at eamples. We'll start there. Notice anything missing? It's the letter' '. Now, it's not that I didn't press it on my keyboard. (Running a little behind? It's the letter that falls alphabetically between w and y.) It's that my sweet youngest knew he wasn't allowed to drink out of a -glass- so he decided to pour my sweet tea out of mine and into a plastic cup for himself. It would have been absolutely adorable if said eperiment (there it is again!) hadn't taken place at the computer desk and over the keyboard. SO-- we need a new keyboard because THAT letter is not the only casualty of his sweet tea transfer.

On the upside, Mark's not blind. He could have been. He had a paintbrush soaking in mineral spirits with a string tied to one end...and the tool he didn't know he was going to need until he picked it up and splashed his face/ eyes with said mineral spirits, on the other. Fortunately, he was wearing his glasses and they took the brunt of the splash.

These are just two eamples (damn key.) Out of well over a dozen in the last 5 days. Now, with my eplative (rotten letter!) above, you might think I'm in a foul mood, but I'm actually not (: I'm pretty chipper.

My dayshade seemed to be on the verge of doom while we were trying to mark the center holes (it wasn't reinforced yet and started to tear)-- but it didn't actually tear beyond repair, and the contact points are DEFINITELY reinforced now... and quite nicely. Better than they would have been if we hadn't had the mishap first, truth be told.

So I'm voting "bad luck in an otherwise good situation"... I think (; I'll get back to you if the prognosis changes (LOL). Because really, who's chipper in a bad situation, right?

Thoughts on Deathly Hollows

Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Thoughts on Deathly Hollows
Current mood: thoughtful

Alright, if the subject line didn't warn you, and you haven't read the book yet, you can stop now (: But if you've read it, I'd love to hear your ideas.

My first thought while I was reading it... particularly after the death of Dobby was the inclination to put the book down and just call it quits. Period. But I kept on. Because, hell, it was supposed to be a children's series, right? So it -should- have a happy ending... right?

When I finished it, my first thought was... well... I wonder if they'll be willing to make it into a movie. I mean the series has been pretty dark...but for kids it's an awfully high body count!

My second thought was that considering how the series had gone, I think it ended properly.

Yea for Neville (: Mark couldn't figure out how he managed to pull the sword out of the hat when the last known whereabout was off with the goblin. I pointed out he did it the same way Harry had-- he was a true Griffindor. And regardless of what the Goblin thought, it was -Griffindor's- sword.

Yea--Snape was a good guy! Boo--Snape died ):...but he kind of had to to get that information across now, didn't he...

Then the thing that kept me awake thinking about-- the seven horcruxes. I realized that each one was destroyed by a different person. Harry--the book, Dumbledor-- the ring, Ron--the locket, Hermione--the cup, Crab...or was it Goyle?--the tiara, Voldermort--the part of himself he left in Harry, and Neville-- the snake.

All in all, worth the read I think. We'll see how they do with the next two movies.

Adventures in lack of sleep, confusion, & credit theft

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Current mood: amused

So I started my day... no... let me go back just a little bit I couldn't sleep last night, so I didn't come to bed until about 5 this morning... and my boys got me up at 7:15 ish (: All in all, I'm pretty damn chipper for about 2 hours of sleep... so anyway, after I got them a drink and started them on breakfast, I got online and I checked my online banking information (Mark's check usually posts first thing on Wednesdays, and it's Thursday this week and still not in there!)

And as I looked for the deposit that wasn't, I saw a charge for a company I'd never heard of for a strange amount. Yes, my adventure began on a quest for $18.49...

So I asked Mark about both of them (side note, after he got up, he called his employer, they've had difficulties in the office this week, and it'll post tonight at midnight) and he had no idea what the charge was for either.

And lo and behold, it's after 9, so the bank will answer when I call (: So I end up talking to a Wachovia associate to get the details of the transaction, and she tells me it was made on Monday (I didn't make any purchases on Monday), it's MY debit card info (did I mention I didn't make any purchases on Monday?), it's for a company I've never heard of: My Case Enterprise (and the town of Enterprise is less than half an hour away! We didn't go there!), and she tells me it's for telemarketing/ phone equipment (wth?) so I'm transfered to the fraud department to start a case, get the money back, get a new debit card (it'll be here in 7-10 days), cancel the old one (already done-- fast service!), and by the way, here's the merchant's phone number. They're located in Washington state, they're 3 hours behind in time, and make sure you get a cancellation confirmation number from them. Thank you very much (:

So they figure...and Mark figures, that my credit card information has been stolen from online-- and I've done enough online shopping this month that it's -possible-... It shouldn't be likely, but it's -possible-... and for some of it, it would require having my other online personal information!

So I spend the NEXT 30 minutes deleting all of my stored online financial information with ALL of my regular vendors that would have it stored... change ALL of my passwords-- email, banking, paypal, myspace, amazon, ebay, netflix... you name it, I changed it.

Then I thought...well... I have the phone number... I an at least find out what company I'm going to be calling...

So yeah for Google!... But what's this?! It's listed as a residential number!!! What does it mean?

So I call Wachovia's fraud department to ask-- but I get put through to the voicemail box and leave a message.

Then I figure...hell, if it's a residential number, I don't care so much about getting them up at 7, so I go ahead and call and...

I'd made the purchase.

How is that possible you ask?

Same thing I asked!

First, I'd bought in on Sunday, not Monday-- but Monday is when THEY posted it as purchased.

Second, the item is a backpack for Sam (oh boy--that's a whole nother subject-- specific stuff to get for his school-- if you don't get the brand listed when a brand is listed they'll be sending it home to you and you have to GET the brand listed....he has to have a large CLEAR backpack for kindergarten... did you know Wal-Mart... and DollarTree...and ALL of the other local stores don't carry clear backpacks?!?)...turns out the company sells two things under two different names: one is phone equipment/ office supplies (for telemarketing)... and the other is backpacks!

And third-- I did mention that the company has TWO names, right? The one I purchased from...and the one that showed up on my account!

So a THIRD call to the fraud department to say... well... all of the above, and to ask to cancel the investigation, is it too late for my debit card (yup-- Wachovia is effective and efficient folks!), and please make sure my account is charged so my son can get his bookbag! (:

All in all, I'm thinking my Thursday is off to a memorable start (LOL)

Some recent realizations

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Current mood: contemplative

I have recently realized a couple of things-- first, broken things are a given with little boys... so I have a good 15 years of broken things to look forward to. And I don't just mean toys, bones or the ocassional broken knick-knack (which are a given with kids in general), I mean like house structural things! Like ceiling lights. And doors...

I've also come to the conclusion that men find it amusing to annoy and irritate women. Period. Doesn't matter age. My father always enjoyed making me frown. My little boys find it funny. And my husband thinks it's sexy when I scowl. I don't get it. To me, it seems like a really thin line between irritated and angry-- and I know for a fact they aren't interested in seeing me angry. So why the button pushing? They find it amusing. And it's not just me, I promise. (LOL).

And the third thing I've recently realized-- heatwaves should be illegal in places that ALREADY get hot. Really.

Adventures in children

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Current mood: amused

in particular: Mine (:


So my oldest started school on the 6th of this month. Yup. I said the 6th. It was a REALLY early start. The first day, I drove him in, and the first week, it was half days so I picked him up. No clinging to Momma (: No weepy good-bye by either of us. My little boy is happily independent.

LOVES riding the bus, learning new things and making new friends (: Practices drawing and writing ALL of the time (of course, he did that -before- school)... and has the newly forming writing callus to prove it! He's actually starting to read, can sound out words so that he can spell them. I'm so proud of him. And the only thing we're both still adjusting to is the new sleep schedule. He goes to bed at 8... and we BOTH have to get up at 6! LOL. I forgot how much I hate having my alarm clock tell me what time to get up. And although it's only the beginning of week three, there have been more than one occasion when my little boy curled up into his blanket when I came to wake him and said "Oh Momma. Just a few more minutes... I'm not ready to get up." (:


And he started soccer this past Monday. They'll have practice twice a week and in 2 weeks, they'll have their first game. I asked my father in law to keep an eye on my youngest at home while I took my oldest in (I bet, at this point, you might have noticed that I call them my oldest/eldest and my youngest without giving their names... It's because I intend to leave this blog open to the public... and I don't mention my kid's names to the general public. Call it paranoid if you will, but I'd rather be paranoid than overly trusting and regret it later! Now, back to the regularly scheduled blog (LOL)) for his first practice. As I had him getting ready, I told him we needed to be there at 6-- and he said "But Momma, I can't be out that late! It's close to my bedtime!" (: I told him it would be alright-- and that we'd be home in plenty of time not to miss bedtime. He was the only one on his team with shin guards already, but not the only child there (there are 6 teams) without them yet. And I'm glad I hadn't gotten them first. I'd have gotten them at Wal-Mart, and wouldn't have known there are those with ankle protection as well for the same price! It took him just a little bit to warm up to the other kids, but in no time at all, they were all having a blast playing together. And we're very fortunate to have a –wonderful- coach (: At their age, there are no scores, and everyone is on the field (LOL). Parents who've done it before inform me there are frequent kid pile ups to look forward to…and when they're not doing that, the ball can pass inches from them while they're off looking at something else… like the clouds passing overhead, or a bug flying by (; Plan to take plenty of pictures for his first game.


As for my youngest, we started potty training, informally (no pushing, just lots of cheering when he made it to the potty) about 2 months ago. And within the last month, he's started SAYING potty before he had to go, and making it. Well, he had his 2 year checkup Tuesday, so I hopped him on the potty just before we left, and he went. He waited patiently in the waiting room with me for about 15 minutes, and not 5 minutes after the nurse started taking his particulars, he said "po-ee". So I asked the nurse where the nearest bathroom was. And as luck would have it, it was just outside of the door—but there was someone already in it. They flushed, so I thought we might be able to wait, but about a minute later, with a little more urgency in his voice, my youngest said "po-ee" again. I told him I knew, and asked if he could try to hold it for just a little longer. We waited about 30 more seconds, and in real urgency he put his hands on both sides of my face and turned me to look in my eyes and said "Mom-ee po-ee". So I asked the doctor who was standing right there is there was another restroom close by. At the other end of the hall—so I carried him down there… and he DID IT! He'd held it without wetting his pull-up and used the potty!!! I was SO PROUD of him!… LOL… And it turns out that Doctor was –his-, so when he asked about any interest in potty training, I reminded him it was us in the hall, and he was proud of my little boy as well (:

He's in the 90th percentile for height, at –exactly- 3 feet, the 90th percentile for weight at 32 lb, and at the 80th percentile for his head size. What it MEANS is he's tall and proportionate and healthy.

He loves to jump and climb, his vocabulary is getting better every day. He's just as fiercely independent as his brother is… and is even starting to try to tell knock knock jokes (LOL)… he got that from his brother (;


And both of them ADORE the play set my youngest got for his birthday last week (: Yesterday morning, my youngest and I were out there playing in the yard and he grabbed my hand and led me over to the fort portion of it, climbed up, then patted next to him and said "Mom-ee Up Peese" (: So I climbed up in it with him. Then I remembered our dog Isabeau had loved the one and only time we took her to the playground with us…before we saw the sign that said no dogs allowed. So I called her up—and she climbed up the ladder and joined us in the fort (LOL). It was –great-. Made my little boy giggle and you could tell by her doggy grin she was proud of herself (;

And when my oldest got home from school, we all played out in the backyard, got the sprinkler going and filled buckets with water that my oldest had me pour down the slide with him to go faster, and that my youngest used to dip my dog Maggie's teddy bear in (:

I told my father in law the other day that my children are loud because they live in a loud house. We're just loud people. I don't mind my kids zipping through the house roaring like monsters as they chase each other, or hoot and giggle as they dress up in the spider man costumes and pretend to fling webs… or have sword fights down the hall with their styrafoam swords (LOL). I love my kids, and I have to admit I enjoy the adventure of having them around (: It's never dull (;

I love crafts!

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Current mood: accomplished

Just recently came to the realization that I actually love sewing garb for myself and my guys-- especially when it turns out RIGHT! Having a decent pattern certainly helps! I just finished my Turkish Dancer Garb. LOL. I've had the fabric -waiting- for almost 2 years now. Finally found the pattern worthy of my fabric (; I'll get pictures posted after going to All Things Middle Eastern this weekend (: It'll be the garb's 'debut' so to speak (; And I love knowing I can sew well enough that it feels like REAL clothes! As opposed to a 'costume'.

And I'm becoming more confident in my embroidery skill (: It amazes me the things you can learn from a good descriptive book! ... and practice. I've been playing with embroidery now for 2 years and I can tell the difference NOTICEABLY between what I started out making and what I can make now. And it gives me the confidence to try more complicated things.

And got to go to a wonderful beginning illumination class this past Sunday. I had a blast and learned a lot of things. I'd always been worried about trying illumination, that I'd be terrible at it... turns out it's just like painting (LOL) (; It's very relaxing-- so easy to just BE in the moment working on it. I'll have to try it again when I'm done getting my guys garb up to par with mine.

That's my next MAJOR project-- regarbing my guys. I now have a good pattern for Mark, and my boys might have outgrown their garb from February... I'll have to try to get them in it to see. I'm excited to see it turn out as well as the last garb did. It's a far cry from the first garb my eldest wore 3 years ago, I promise you (:... and he's thankful for it.

Ack! Officially ’OLD’

Monday, September 17, 2007

Current mood: Chipper

So it's happened. My MySpace page confirms it there for everyone to see. 30.

(LOL) Okay, okay, so I'm not -really- old... but when I was a kid, I remember my mother turning 30, and thinking at the time "WOW! She looks good for someone so old!"...and talking with her the other day, I realized I had finally hit the same age. (:

Her response was that she's too young to have a daughter that old. (LOL) (; I love my mom (:

Had a wonderful birthday at All Things Middle Eastern. My sweet husband watched our boys to give me a weekend away. And I had a BLAST! Got to make some wonderful new friends, play with my doumbeks, zills AND do some bellydancing!! Even got to dance with... well, I've seen them called 'fribbons' but I guess fan/ribbon is probably more descriptively accurate (; They were SO MUCH FUN!!!

Got in on Friday an hour before the site actually opened-- LOL. My father in law and husband both decided I needed an hour to correct when I got lost (; But I -didn't- get lost, so there I was (: The heavens opened up to greet me with a small downpour, but it was over fairly quickly (and besides, I -like- rain!). Got to help put together some poles for some really awesome flags that so much added to the FEEL of the place for, what would turn out to be, one of my roommates for the event (:

After getting settled in and getting to meet my new friends from Arenal, I headed down to sign in and to have my first traveler's fare. It was -exactly- what I needed, and wonderful too! Vegetarian split pea soup with brown bread (: Campbell's has nothing on these people! It was like being in a small, uncrowded tavern, all truth be told. With talking, and laughter and for the first time in months, I -relaxed- (:

LOL And in the morning, I was greeted with my first birthday dirge!!! (This event manages to be a LOT of firsts for me!) (: It was great, and so was the breakfast of biscuits and gravy, eggs and ham. Afterwards, we headed out for tea. American tea (LOL). If Lady Margaret hadn't pointed it out, I wouldn't have ever thought of it. As she hails from Scottland mundanely, and has had tea all of her life, a little thing like being out in the woods wasn't going to stop her from doing so again this morning (: And I got to have some too. Until that moment, I'd forgotten how much I -like- a cup of tea in the morning. So I had one again this morning...might have another cup even though it's fast approaching noon now (;

Got to attend some really interesting classes. See, even though I practice with my dvds at home, it's just NOT the same thing as having someone else to dance with you! So I took the beginning bellydancing class offered by Mistress Edwina. Got to hear some beautiful music (and will be creating my own library as time and money warrant (; ) and got some wonderful feedback. Also got my first chance to see a tangine in use! Believe me, it's made it's way on my "to get" list as well (;

My garb passed it's day out with flying colors! Very pleased with it (: I'll be making more layers later for winter wear/ greater periodness, but it was perfect for summer in Alabama (:

Then I headed over and gave archery a try. Didn't -once- hit the target, but I loved it just the same (: I was consistent. LOL. You could follow my trail of shot arrows in a near straight line rihgt up to the target (; And I learned where my bracer needs to be. Have a string bite my little boys love seeing in the way only little boys can. LOL. Lunch wasn't offered by the event, but between my roommates and I, we had ourselves quite a feast!

And the merchants!!! Okay, there were only 2, but they were wonderful. Every time I passed the Tipsy Gypsy, there was something new to tempt me back. I got a doumbek for each of my little boys to learn on (and to leave mine alone!), a talking drum (which turns out to be a match in kind for my doumbeks (; ), some wonderfully jingly earrings, a head piece, and a match to the stone belt that I have that I need to modify!!! I was so excited about that purchase!!! Modifying that belt is going to be my 'reward' to myself for getting my guys garbed in the next month (: And the other merchant made me a feather fan. I love it!!! I won't have to go to another shire meeting and just swelter in the heat (:

Got to attend my first court-- and it was an official court, with the king and queen of Meridies and everything! Feast was wonderful-- there were 9 removes! It was a ...shoot! I can't remember the exact terms... a Grand Challenge?... anyway, EVERYTHING was wonderful and she passed with flying colors! (: Lord Domingoes, his lady wife Suki and Lady Margaret told me I've probably been spoiled (LOL). Since, as a first court and first feast go, they'll set my expectations quite high (;

Then I got to attend my first hafla. Other than a bit of dancing, got to try some of the rhythms from my dvd on my doumbek (: Got to drum with OTHER PEOPLE!!! And really enjoyed it. Even got to play my zills as a different sound to the drums.

Ah. Yes. Lest I forget (; I also tried port for the first time. Now THAT will certainly set a high bar for wines!! And I got to try coconut schnapps (: As I phrased it that night "I'm two steps past tipsy...and they're not small steps!" LOL.

All in all, I had a wonderful event, an exceptional birthday and I'm looking forward to my first full event with my family at Panhandle skirmish in October (: I'll get to see the firsts for all three of my guys! And maybe have some new ones of my own (:

The Risk and thoughts on it

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Current mood: contemplative

So I was reading my friend Chuck's blog:

The Risk

Often in life we take for granted many of the risks that we encounter everyday.
However, my question today is...just what kinds of risks are worth taking? What risks are worth neglecting? How do we draw the lines between the two?

Think about it:
The mere act of breathing itself is a risk.
We take risks with the foods we eat.
There's a risk involved with driving on the road, or walking on a sidewalk.
When we approach someone or talk to someone we take risks.
When we watch TV, stretch our backs, play sports, drink water, use the phone browse the web, read a book, laugh, yawn, sleep, or even doing nothing at all we are taking considerable risks.

Some people may say that some risks are greater than others and that's what makes one worth taking and another not so much...but isn't it all really just a gamble anyways? Isn't a risk merely just a risk?

How does one person justify whether or not to live life to the fullest or to live life to the longest? I mean, "sure" it's be great to do both, but what if you were able to pick just one?
Many people would flagrantly boast, "of course I would prefer to live it to the fullest!" Still...I mean what if you had to face that choice up close and personal? We're talking about YOUR life here...would you sincerely, really, and truely choose death if faced with it? Would you have the balls?

Here are some example thoughts from the Chuk Sauce:

1. If you had cancer, and there was only a miniscule chance that you would live? You had the choice of living what life you have left with the disease, or you had the choice to live in a hospital and hope to be cured with a very slim chance for success? Would you chose guaranteed death for a week to live life as full as you could, or would you take your very very slim chance for a cure and wait it out in the hospital?
2. Would you be willing to risk acting a complete fool for a mere dream that may or may not come true? Or would you prefer to be famous, adored by many and remain what your idols see in you, and be able to achieve/retain all your fame and fortune? Would you be strong enough to follow a passion and risk losing a life of luxury or would you be willing to risk the dream for popularity and wealth?

Just a thought.

And this is my response:

Some people choose to live their lives to the fullest, others to live as long as possible-- including your cancer scenario-- there are people who make one choice or the other, and a lot of factors for each person that leads them to that decision.

It reminds me of a church billboard I was driving past yesterday. It started out "Life is the the sum of..." and I stopped reading there, because life is not math. Period. One plus one doesn't always equal two. Sometimes it equals zero, sometimes it equals infinity. And most of the time, it's somewhere in between the two. Because no two people will react the same. Some will take the risks and reap the rewards or learn from the mistakes. Others will never take a single risk for fear of the mistakes and will never really live at all.

And most of us, when we're honest with ourselves, usually take the risks we personally don't consider risky... and very rarely take the risks we do. And sometimes it leads us to great happiness (the biggest risk I ever personally took was telling the man, my best friend, that I'd loved for 8 years that I loved him, risking him telling me he didn't feel the same or even ending that cherished friendship-- but he felt the same way and we'll be celebrating our eighth year of marriage this halloween) and sometimes to misfortune (We shouldn't have bought the house we did, when we did. Two years later, we were heavily in debt, on the verge of bankruptcy and very much on the verge of unemployment).

In my mind, the biggest scale is between hope and fear. If you can hope, you can risk. If you allow your fear to overcome all hope, you won't risk, even when you can... even when you should.


SCA and playing the game

Friday, October 19, 2007

Current mood: contemplative

So tomorrow is Panhandle Skirmish. Two weeks ago, I said we'd go. And because of real life circumstances, we won't be going. I realized this morning that I've been beating myself up because I gave my word that we'd be there, and no matter how I twist it, turn it, try to finagle it, it just isn't going to happen. So I began thinking about it. Really thinking about it...

I recently read an email that stated if you don't have 5 bucks you shouldn't be playing. And I read an email about authenticity mavens. And I thought about an email I sent to a friend of mine...

See, what I'm thinking is this-- there are things you can do, NOW, that don't cost a cent so that later, when you do have the money, you're play will be even more authentic, even more fun, if you just put the time into them....

And that we're the Society for Creative -Anachronists-.... not re-enactors. We all play like we're gently born...there are no peasants... we play with "fake" weapons because we don't actually want to kill our friends, and even though I intend to have period-ish wooden chairs.... I still want my mug holder, cause damn it, it's just REALLY convenient.

And my second to last thought on this is, as I told my friend recently, real life trumps the game, every time. And this applies to me. That's the marvel of it! It's not just something to say to someone else to make them feel better. It's -actually- true. And in some instances, like mine right now, real life trumps the game whether I want it to or not. And realizing that, I can finally begin to accept it.

My last thought on it is that, as long as you make an effort, no one, NO ONE, has the right to tell you you're aren't playing well enough. Be it for financial reasons, real life circumstances, or your own interest in how far YOU want to play-- YOU are the only judge for how much you do, no one else. And the same goes for me. I have no right to tell anyone else how to play.... nor does anyone else have the right to tell me I'm not up to their standard. Somewhere along the line, they too have an authenticity maven who they don't need to pay attention to in order to enjoy this game we play called the SCA.

Now, back to my completely free embroidery and sewing (wink)...

The wonder that is my little boys

Saturday, October 20, 2007
The wonder that is my little boys
Current mood: grateful

My kids amaze me. My five year old had his first TWO teeth left for the tooth fairy recently. The two bottom center have been loose for about a month. And finally, he asked his Daddy to pull one of them, and I the other. The tooth fairy left him 2 quarters under the pillow. (grin) He was SO proud. I just uploaded his proud toothless smile!

And my youngest-- my 2 year old hit his first three thrown baseballs with a bat tonight! I tossed them to him, (admittedly, I'm sure I threw somewhere close to 20) and he actually swung the bat and HIT 3 of them!!! And my oldest has been nailing thrown balls for the past year and half. I'm really interested to see what he's going to think of t-ball, which is what they're playing at his age...when he's been playing -baseball- with the neighborhood kids for the last year. LOL.

My 2 year old also tore off down the road tonight on his tricycle. (Proud Momma grin). His brother and our neighbor ride their bikes all the time, but my youngest just can't peddle and I get tired of pushing him around on the bike with training wheels.... so this evening, I finally got the idea to bring his trike OUTSIDE-- he had a BLAST getting to 'ride bikes' with his brother and our neighbor!

My big boy got his first report card from school two days ago. He did so very well! He's sight reading about 30 words now, writes every day in his journal, draws all the time and really well!, and is a great helper and very thoughtful.

I really enjoyed the company of my children tonight. I'm proud of them-- who they are and who they're becoming. It's amazing to watch them grow!

Pumpkins, Pumpkins.... Sculpture!

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Current mood: pleased

Okay, so like I have every year for the past 7, I went looking on line for ideas for this years pumpkins. I came across this site

And thought I'd give it a try.

So, as you can see as by my profile picture, this is my first attempt at pumpkin sculpting! Not bad for a first attempt-- and I'm sure I chose a pumpkin that is too thin for this kind of thing, so I couldn't cut as deeply as the pro does, but looks a lot like my model (grin).

We're taking it to his school tomorrow for the Harvest Fair they're doing, along with a pumpkin he painted all by himself, to add to the decorations.

I also revamped my MySpace page for one of my favorite holidays (grin).

Decorated the house and this upcoming weekend, we'll be carving pumpkins for Halloween itself. Unforunately, this one just won't last that long. They've got about a 5 day shelf life. Only took about 4 hours to do... carving one takes about the same amount of time, but I can't stick a candle in this one (LOL). So unless I get thicker pumpkins, I suspect this will be my last attempt at 3-D pumpkin sculpting.

Made my boy happy to have his portrait done in gourd though, and that's the whole point!

Halloween Music Videos

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Current mood: curious

Excited, excited, excited!!!!

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Current mood: excited

Okay, so I have -several- reasons to be excited.

First, tomorrow is Halloween, which is one of my favorite holidays ANYWAY-- and I get to see my little boys all dressed up and take them trick-or-treating.

But it's ALSO my 8th anniversary! It's hard to believe Mark and I have been married 8 years tomorrow. Really, until you have kids growing up around you to show the passing of time, you don't realize how long it's been!

And my third reason for being excited is for my SCA flintmarsh friends. What is there to be excited about on the 30th of October you ask? (Wags a finger at you while she grins) Nope! Got to wait until Thursday!.... So what happens on Thursday you inquire again? (Mu-ha, Mu-ha-ha-ha!) Just you wait oh Shire friends! I have a little surprise ready, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed doing it!

Adventures in pumpkin

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Current mood: calm

So two weeks before Halloween, my oldest was scheduled to go to a local pumpkin patch and get a pumpkin to be decorated for his school-- but the weather was bad and the trip was postponed... to this past Friday. Yup. November 2nd.

So my little boy comes home with the whopping pumpkin on the day the other three meet their firey deaths. Halloween is over.

And he wants to know what we're going to do with his pumpkin. And being the savy mom I am, I say we'll eat it. (grin).

BOTH of my little boys have been after me for the last 5 days to turn this thing into pie. LOL. So today, I am. I'm trying out a different recipe than the one I used last year. I didn't like baking it, scraping it, etc. So I looked for a recipe that allowed me to peel it FIRST, cube it, and boil it, just like you would potatoes to make mashed.

Here's the recipe--

How to Make Pumpkin Pie Straight from the Pumpkin


  • 1 Sugar Pumpkin (approximately 6" in diameter)
  • 2 Frozen Pie Crusts
  • 4 Large Eggs
  • 1 cup (250ml) Milk or Cream
  • 1/2 cup (~110g) Sugar
  • Ground Cinnamon
  • Ground Nutmeg

Cut a round cap around the stem and pop it off.

Peel the tough outer skin of the pumpkin with a sharp knife. Or, another way to remove the skin easily is to wait until after you have boiled the squares of pumpkin (step 5); the skin comes off much more easily after this.

Scoop out the stringy insides and seeds.

Cut the remaining outer shell into squares.

Boil the squares uncovered until they're soft (the smaller the squares, the faster they'll cook). The longer you cook, the thicker the resulting texture of the baked pie and the stronger the flavor. Cool and remove skin if you are peeling at this step.

Place the squares into a blender with milk, sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg to taste. This will become your filling.

Prepare two bowls, putting a cup's worth of filling in each.

Add two eggs to each bowl and mix.

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit (190 Celsius, Gas Mark 5).

Transfer the filling from the two bowls to two pie crusts.

Sprinkle gently with cinnamon.

Until last year, I just hadn't thought about the fact hat 'pumpkin pie' meant the stuff in the can actually came from a pumpkin (grin). If this recipe pans out better than last years did (Don't get me wrong, it tasted great!.... it just took 4 hours to make!) making a pumpkin pie for a pumpkin might just end up being a yearly tradition in our house (grin). Now, I know the recipe calls for a sugar pumpkin, but that isn't what came home. And although the ones for jack o lanterns are naturally as sweet, I'm betting when all is said and done, it's going to taste just as good!

some serious thoughts tonight

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Current mood: angry

So I went to check my yahoo email, and on their main page is a link to a girl in Illinois who gets 2 days afterschool suspension for hugging her friends...

You know, last week, I was reading about a 5 year old in Hagerstown, Maryland who got suspended and will have a sexual assault on his record for goosing a fellow student-- and he's only one of 15 kids in Maryland under the age of 12 who were suspended for similar things in the past 2 years...

And there are states mandating that girls need to get the HPV vaccine as a preventative measure...

Is it just me, or is that a mixed message? We will punish you for -touching-... but incase you have sex, at least you won't have cervical cancer from an STD when you're older...

Or how about going back a week further where the number of schools outright banishing halloween costumes is on the rise because a couple of students at some point in the past has unacceptable costumes? Nope-- couldn't just send them home-- had to take it away from EVERYONE...

I'm getting tired of the "punish everyone because one person screws up" mentality that seems to be sweeping America these days. And the "use a sledge hammer to hit a mosquito" tactics like those above.

I doubt my boys will face those issues down here in the south where it's okay for a student to hug their teacher at the end of the day, but should it happen-- SHOULD it happen... I'll be -damned- if my child is suspended or sent to punishment for something like that! It won't happen. I won't let it happen. And damn it, the other children's parents shouldn't have let it happen either! If you let it go-- if you LET it happen, then you say that it is ALRIGHT that it IS happening. By not saying no, you've given your consent. As Becki has it in latin on her page-- Evil prospers when good men do nothing.

It's amazing to me how many less freedoms there are all the time in this land of the free.... and when does the PC end, and some sense of sanity kick back in?!?!?

The 3 hour Thanksgiving Prep

Friday, November 23, 2007

Current mood: amused

Yup. You read it right. I started at 11 this morning and we ate at 1 this afternoon. But how is this possible?!? you ask.

Mu ha. Mu ha ha ha!

Planning (grin). And buying a boneless ham and deep frying the turkey.

I remember the first time I did Thanksgiving "by myself" 8 years ago. Made my pumpkin pies the night before. Got up at 5 to do the prep work and get the ham and turkey in the oven... the following year was the first that Mark deep fried our turkey, and baby, we are NOT going back! First, it's juicier, moister, tastier...and a hell of a lot faster to cook! 1 1/2 hours is the average from heating the oil to done for a 14 lb. turkey.

So what was on this '3 hour' menu? you ask.

Deviled eggs, antipasta, turkey, ham, greenbean casserole, rice dressing, sausage stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob, candied yams, rolls and pumpkin pie.

I cheated. I bought the pumpkin pie already made (LOL). Having had plenty of it 2 weeks ago when I made one from scratch, just wasn't going to fuss with it this time around (grin).

Then, I sat down, figured out how long it would take to cook everything, and PLANNED what to do in order (Yeah. I'm proud of me (LOL) Woohoo! Orginizational skills a must.)

And believe me, I didn't stop -once- from the time I started at 11 to the time we all sat down to eat at 3.... now, I just have to figure out how to downsize the portions. Really, I end up cooking for 15-20...and there's only 5 of us.

At least the leftovers will be tasty (grin).

A girls day out at the Salon

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Current mood: amused

So I guess you could say it started at 6 this morning. Prepartions for an 8 am appointment. Had to make sure everyone was ready to go, and there'd be room for all of us in the car (saving on gas you know). It was almost an all day event!

And I mean the WORKS-- shampoo, cut, style, pedicure, and bikini trims all around. I HIGHLY recommend Dapper's in Ozark. Best $99 spent my Father in Law ever gave me!

While the girls had their day out, Kael and I went about our regular routine-- grocery shopping, house chores, etc....

What? You thought I went?...

I don't know as the groomer works on people (LOL).

But all four dogs smell better, look better, and certainly feel better to pet!

Oh NO! I’m a Hippie!

Friday, January 4, 2008

Current mood: amused

Okay, for those of you that don't know, I -hate- South Park...

My husband doesn't share my opinion on this one...and so, as I sat here at my computer, I could hear tonight's episode going on behind me...

It was about me! (LOL) Yeah, I turn out to be a mix between a drum circle hippie and a know it all college hippie (:

There were so many points during the episode where Mark would turn and look at me and I turned my head away with my hand up before my eyes like a pop star that doesn't want to be noticed. LOL

Yeah. I'm a hippie sans the drugs. I enjoy all that stuff perfectly sober! LOL

Wish I could find a good you tube of it to share with you (:

For those of you interested in Burning Man 2008-- August 25- September 1


SpongeBob finished potty training my son!

Friday, January 18, 2008

Current mood: pleased

Today is the day. It's finally here! My little boy is -completely- potty trained. He's 2 1/2. We've been working on -slowly- for the past 8 months. He wasn't interested. No matter what I did, I couldn't MAKE him interested.

But the drive to and from Missouri did WONDERS to getting us along in the process (: Every time we stopped, he'd go tinkle. But still pooped in his pull up.

I tried to switch him to under-roos when we got back to Alabama, but he was having none of it and even started wetting again. (sigh)

Well, earlier this week, he's starting going to the toilet to poop! So yesterday, while we were at Wal-Mart getting groceries, he wanted the SpongeBob Square Pants movie...and I told him that he could have it...IF he'd give up his pull ups.

And he said "Zha!"

So we bought the movie, we bought new under-roos, and got him changed into them when we got home. He did pretty good yesterday.

And when it was time for bed, I thought I'd put him in a pull up for the night, just in case. When I did, he ripped open the side, sat on the floor and said "No Momma." "No pullup." So I asked if he wanted big boy under-roos for the night and he say "Zha Momma. Under-roos pease!" So he wore unders ALL night!

And made it! He completely committed to giving up his pull ups (: And has done an EXCELLENT job today! I am SO PROUD of him!!!

My 2 year old Storyteller

Friday, February 8, 2009

Current mood: pleased

So today, at nap, I read to him "The Land of Colors". It's one of his favorite books. He loves flipping through, finding the things that are 'hidden' by being the same color, and the one thing to find that is -different- colored (: He's learning his colors. But that's not really the point of this story. (LOL)

The point is, at the -end- of the story, I asked him if he was going to sing me a song and he told me no. He was going to tell me story. (:

So he started out thus "One time, in the sky, the light was gone." (Now, admittedly, we had a conversation as he went along-- me asking questions and him answering. I'll leave out my additions, since this is HIS first made up story!) It was dark. It was scary. They were scared. They sent someone to find the light. It was lost. They had lots of adventures. They found the light. They put it back in the sky. It wasn't dark anymore. Everyone was happy. (:

Seriously. Yup. He made this story up all on his own!

Then he followed it up with ANOTHER made up story!

"One time, the ocean was turned off."
The fish were sad. The fish were scared. Oh no! Oh no! What will they do? So they called a plumber. (Okay, I admit it, I gave him the word plumber, but it was what he was asking for (: ) And the plumber turned the ocean on. Then the fish were happy. Yay! Everyone was happy. The ocean was back on.

My 2 year old is a great storyteller! (:

"It’s not like there are any Hawaiians in the Wiregrass."

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Current mood: cheerful

OL. Okay, so the day I've thought about has finally come to pass. It went like this:

Mark has been sick for the last 3 days and I haven't slept in the last 3 days because of it-- so today, I told him he was going to the doctor.

We have a walk-in clinic up the road from us, and they don't do appointments, so I drove him up there are we sat to wait. It was a pretty full room. Almost directly across from us was a young military family. And after about 20 minutes of just waiting, she was talking on her phone-- and then started talking about the spouses learning the hula, and how she wished she knew more about Hawaii-- but "It's not like there are any Hawaiians in the Wiregrass."

To which I laughed, raised my hand and said, "I am." (: She and another woman are coordinating a party for the soldiers about to be deployed in April.

We spent the next half hour talking and she now has some good resources for decorations: Oriental Trading Company, Amazon for authentic Hawaiian music, how to search for Hawaiian food, even though she won't find all the ingredients locally, and to check out the cultural dance center in Georgia-- she might actually find performers willing to do the Hula or to come out to teach the hula to the spouses, but she'll have to ask.

And then it was her turn to see the doctor.

On an aside, turns out Mark has the flu. He didn't escape it as well as we'd hoped. Now, I need to get plenty of rest so -I- don't catch it from him after avoiding catching it from the boys!

Aloha (:

Back From War!!!! (:

Monday, March 17, 2008

Current mood: happy

So we left at 2 am Saturday morning (on about 3 hours of sleep) to make the 5 1/2 hour drive to Mississippi. It passed quickly and uneventfully-- yea!!

We trolled in, found the Southern Consortium without any hitches and I can tell you now it is in an EXCELLENT location! Across the ravine from the merchants and fighting field, down the street from the green dragon, with water for washing dishes and hands right next to the VERY conveniently located porta johns!

We got our camp set up so smoothly! And the boys were great--either helping or playing when they needed to be out of the way (: And we had help from friends, both old and new in getting things set up.

As Mark went to park the truck, I was settling up the inside and the wind started to blow. One of the side walls ’shivered’ at me and I thought "Uh oh! Better stake this bugger down!" And rushed outside to do just that. No sooner had I gotten it done, then another lusty gust came along--and flipped over one of our neighbor’s pavilions that was similar construction to ours, but not staked down! No one was hurt, and it was actually pretty awesome to see all the grownups from the surrounding camps (ours included) come over to help fix it and get it upright again (:

Then we put up our dayshade in a configuration we hadn’t built it for, but hoped would work-- and it DID! It not only served it’s purpose better than could have been anticipated, it stayed up through the winds!!! (: I’m very proud of Mark’s design ideas. They panned out -perfectly-.

Then we headed out to see if we could track down our friends-- the ones we’d COME to Gulf Wars to see! First stop, Herald’s Point. On the walk, I began to hear drums-- the kind of drums you can’t ignore. The kind of drums you want to know where they’re coming from. And I got to watch Glenn Abhainn take the field-- I even got a picture of the woman playing the HUGE drum that announced them! It was an -amazing- processional! And as I was watching them, my ’Sarah’ senses were tingling, but I couldn’t find her, so I dismissed it as a general "Well yeah, they’re here at Gulf Wars!" kind of thing.

Okay, right now, I want to say that there were STREETS of merchants! I have never seen any SCA event with that many merchants before- EVER! It was much like shopping at a Renaissance Faire (: But on to Herald’s Point (;

As I came to the tent, I looked up, and what should I see but MY guys walking towards me from the other side of the merchants area (: I was so glad to see them all dressed up in their garb (Really, two little boys in all white with a man in a very white shirt can be seen and recognized from great distances, and for this, I thank the Romanians! (: ) and it gave me hope that if I could spot my guys in a crowd of thousands, then we would surely find the people we were looking for (:

And sure enough, inside the tent, was my friend Finnian! (Okay, so I’ve always known him as Stefhen, but we’re playing in the SCA, so people have two names (: ) The poor man had lost his voice working at Herald’s Point all week, and they were still dilligently working on submissions. We visited just long enough to say hello and to get directions to finding Sarah. We were told to look to the fighting field, she has black leather armor (though she’d be wearing a tabard in the colors), an ugly helm, silver elbow protection (he used the proper wording, which escapes me this morning) and black leather bracers, and would be carrying a HUGE rectangle shield with a ram on it.

So we headed out to the fighting field-- we circled the whole thing and couldn’t find her. But we DID find Mike and Renee and Mike knew Glenn Abhainn’s colors (: Red and Black. And you couldn’t miss THAT pavilion if you tried! So we headed over there to see--and came across John Dunn (: Man it was great to see him! And called out for Melicent (I am completely sure I’ve misspelled that) and there she was! She screamed as she saw me (: It’s been 6 years since the last time we saw them! Our oldest was just 3 months old when we drove down to Louisiana from Virginia for Cat and Cline’s wedding.

Sarah knows -everyone-! I’d forgotten that about her (: And the three of them are so very much involved in their kingdom! And to everyone she introduced me to, they learned how we’d met-- we were roommate in college and moved into the blue that house is now hers together-- I’d driven down the street it was on and saw the for rent sign all those years ago (: and that we’d gone to our first SCA event together back in ’97-- Mask of the Red Death...and didn’t know what the SCA -WAS- (: LOL. I can still remember Sarah came home and told me there was an event much like a Ren Faire but that we’d need garb of our own--as we’d made our own to go to the Texas Renaissance festival, we were all ready for it (: It was great when we bleach painted the fabric--and we got really lucky with that because we didn’t dillute it! It -could- have eaten right through the fabric, but it didn’t. It was perfect (: I still have that first skirt! And that it was years later before either of us actually got involved in the SCA (: They’ve been playing off and on for about 5 years-- and we’ve only really gotten involved since last April (:

Then, she showed me Glenn Abhainn’s drum-- you remember, the one I was so impressed with when their procession headed out to the field?-- it was SARAH playing it!!! LOL. The picture I took? Was of Sarah playing it (:

Mark took the boys back to camp for a nap-- the kids had decided to stay up and keep my company on the drive to War--so they’d pretty much been up since 2 that morning! And were starting to show signs of being seriously tired! And Sarah, John and I headed back to their camp to pick up some very important paperwork and visit (:

Then I brought them back to our camp and we visited-- Mark and our youngest came out to join us, and just as I started to pull out provisions for making lunch, who should walk up through the gates of the Southern Consortium than Cat and Cline with their little boys!!! It was -perfect-! They didn’t have any trouble at all finding us (: It was so good to see them! Like I said, the last time we saw any of them, was 6 years ago! So we all settled down and tucked in for a bit to eat under the shade of our dayshade (: Which reminds me that I seriously need to get cracking the poles properly!!!...and might well consider investing in canvas to recover our easy up (; We’ll see. That’s a future project anyway!

And our boys played together. Ben fit right into the garb I’d brought for him (: It was the second outfit I ever made for Sam, but he’d outgrown it and my sewing skill had grown enough that when Kael was the same age, I just made him his own garb instead of using it. Well, with all 3 boys in the same garb, they looked like brothers! Cline and Mark look a lot alike, and no one expects ME to have fair children (because no one knows my mother is blonde with blue eyes and of German, English and Irish decent!) As a matter of fact, when we were walking Merchant’s Row later, more than one person thought Cat and Mark were the parents of a large brood (LOL)...and question that was QUICKLY answered with a negative and that it was two families (: The boys got a LOT of compliments on their very basic garb, and more than one merchant thanked me for dressing them comfortably, ESPECIALLY considering how hot it was! All I can say is that I have a wonderful sewing machine! It comes will all these fancy stitches--about 20 of them (: And I like to play with them!

Although I LOVED seeing all of the stuff-- and the music and fabric, leather and trim were -excellently- priced, most of the things I saw were -grossly- overpriced. But when we started talking about it-- that they have to pay to reserve their space (as an example for me to merchant with MY tent, it would cost me $40 if I wanted to include my dayshade, or $25 if I didn’t want to), and if it’s like Pennsic, they also have to pay site insurace...which runs around $125! so they’d have to adjust their fees accordingly...but even still, there was a LOT of that stuff that I’ve been looking at on-line, that, including shipping charges were less than half, and SOMEtimes less than 1/4 of the price! As I intend to start merchanting, I also checked out the two merchants that were selling some toys/ games... I’ve already got a larger selection...and lower prices. As the real goal of my merchanting venture is to teach people that there are lots of entertainments available to them in period, and to make a SMALL profit (enough to not be operating at a loss and able to purchase more stock), I think I’ll do just fine (: And Sarah and John have invited me to merchant at their shire event in June! But enough about me!

After wandering the stall for about an hour, we had spent a grand total of $1. I bought a much needed SCA sticker for our vehicle window (: And Cat and Cline got us an oriental umbrella. I was worried that Mark and our youngest were going to cook in the sun! After another hour, we still had yet to make it all the way through the merchants! But I was -wore out-! So I took the boys and the umbrella and headed back to the camp for a much needed drink of water while Mark went and got the sunscreen. We hung around camp with our friends, the kids playing, my oldest climbing trees and entertaining both of the 2 year olds (: My youngest and Cat’s oldest look like they could be fraturnal twins-- and they’re only about two months apart-- hers is slightly older than mine (: They wouldn’t stay still for me to take a picture of them, but Mark managed to catch them. It was getting late and Cat, Cline and their youngun’s were only daytripping and it was starting to get dark, so we said good-bye after a wonderful day with them.

Then, I headed to court to see my first Grand court, with all of the royals and Mark got the boys ready for the evening (since court wasn’t scheduled to start until 7). I got to hear John play his trumpet. It was AWESOME and added SO much to the feel of the court... I did mention how very much involved they are in thier kingdom earlier, right?

It was almost 9 before court was over. And one of my favorite parts was when a representative from Estrella brought for the king tribute from all of the knights he slew at Estrella-- two (stick) horses, swords (light up, bubble, and other toy), and for those who could not afford horses or swords, gold (chocolate gold coins!)... the king distributed it to his royal cousins, and amongst all of them, they threw them out to the populace. LOL. I got beaned right between the eyes with a chocolate. The part that truly surprised me was when the royals decided they didn’t want to know the results of the war points--so they were torn up without being read! Wow! (:

After court, I stopped back at camp to check on my guys and get dressed for the seven deadly sins party-- I ADDED a skirt, vest and jewelry to my outfit, as I’d been wearing my pants and shirt by themselves all day to compensate for the heat (:

Then I went to see the knighting at Glenn Abhainn’s court. It was amazing. And I got to be with Sarah and Stefhen for it. Then when it was over, I got to meet the royals (: I did mention that Sarah knows -everyone- right? LOL Then we went and got ready for the party. It took me a while to figure out why they put a 7 on my hand. LOL... ’7 deadly sins party’.

I got to drum in a real drum circle!!!! I even got to drum on the big drum!! I set the rhythm on it and the rest of the drummers followed (: It was GREAT!!! And there were so many dancers dancing! I knew most of the rhythms--all except the one they play for a drum race game they call ’Shocka War’...and it was just unusual enough, I couldn’t pick it up! I’m going to have to ask Sarah or John to write the notes down for me so I’ll be ready for next year (; There were even a couple of occassions where EVERYONE was playing the base rhythm...and I was the only drummer playing the embellishment (: It gave the drum leader a chance to take a break from playing the embellishments and he looked back at me and smiled and gave me a thumbs up (: I even got to bellydance with Sarah, and from what I understand, she doesn’t do that much (: We had a BLAST!!! But come 1:30, I was exhausted and couldn’t stay awake any longer, so I headed back to camp to sleep with my guys at our FIRST family camping event!!!

Our youngest slept with us because he couldn’t stay under his covers by himself, but our oldest slept nice and warm all night long. The drumming continued for HOURS--and I slept poorly between the music, the crowded bedding at the cold, but I know I finally slept because I remember waking up around 4 needing to visit the portajohn (LOL), and as the sun came up, it was accompanied by the sound of camp mates packing. We got up around 7 and I started breakfast. We had bacon, eggs, crossants and cheese with hot cocoa. I LOVE having a portable stove! And while I made breakfast after getting us all dressed under the bedding (LOL-- the kids thought THAT was a great adventure) Mark got the camp ready to be taken down around us (: Before we left, we stopped to say good-bye to John, Sarah and Stefhen and headed out around 10:30.

We stopped for lunch in Mobile around 2 at a place called Romano’s Macaronni Grill. The food was AMAZING! I -definitely- encourage you to eat there should you ever be passing through Mobile (:

And we got home at 8pm last night. LOL. This MIGHT be the part where you remember this was a 5 1/2 hour drive on the way TO war (; It was a 9 1/2 hour drive on the way home (; Part of that was frequent potty breaks. Part of it was taking 1 1/2 hours for a wonderful lunch...and part of it was driving 40 minutes out of the way...and driving another 40 to get back on track. LOL. I consider it our token "short cut"-- a legacy from my father in law who on every trip takes at least 1 short cut...that lengthens the trip by at least half an hour, even if the original trip was only 30 minutes to begin with (LOL).

My guys had a wonderful time at Gulf War, I had a wonderful time at Gulf War, my kids are addicted to camping (; and it was an AWESOME weekend vacation! We -definitely- going again!

’97 model AMS Tabby

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Current mood: nostalgic

Just yesterday morning, my oldest boy was reminding me that our cats are fast approaching 11 years old. It began when I asked him if he knew who my favoritest oldest son was. Joking, he said "Daddy-- he’s your favorite oldest" and I said, but he’s not my son. So his response was "Peeve. He’s over 10 you know mom."...and I have to admit, he stumped me. LOL. So I amended my question-- Who’s my favorite, two legged, non-furry oldest son?... To which my very clever 6 year old responded " know...we have hair on our heads, and it’s a type of fur for people Mom." LOL-- at that point, I just scooped him up and tickled him and told him it was HIM. After he was done giggling, he told me "And your favorite, two legged, non-furry youngest son is my brother." (; I love my kids!

But back to the subject line! He made me realize that my kittens aren’t kittens any more! My fur babies are full grown CATS now...and older than any pet I -ever- had growing up as a child.

I can still remember how I ended up getting them. I was headed to my parent’s house for Christmas, and was bringing Thai with me (She’s a Siamese cat that my parents got when I was 12, who I’ve always considered my sister) and my Mom had lent me the cats so that I wouldn’t be alone in my very first apartment my second year of college. Well, once we got up there, my Mom stole her back. LOL. She’d missed her. But she gave me $200 and told me to get my own cat when I got back to Louisiana (: And that’s -exactly- what I did.

December 28th, 1997, I called the Natchitoches Animal Shelter and asked about 2 female cats-- I didn’t want my cat lonely while I was in classes or at work, but I wanted two females so that I wouldn’t have to worry about spraying. And she told me that there was a grand total of -3- cats to choose from. I was welcome to come in if I would like. Mark came with me. LOL...looking back on it in retrospect, he was even there for the arrival of our first fur children (;

So anyway, before I go to see any of the cats, she tells me, there’s an older female cat who’s been here a while, and two kittens-- siblings, and boy and a girl. Someone had brought them in not 3 days previous. They’d been found in a closed box in a dumpster. They were 3 months old, litter trained and had been put out like trash. Then she brought me in to see them. I picked them up...and at the time, they each fit into the palm of a hand. And she said "So you want the little girl?" To which I responded "Are you crazy?!? I’m not breaking up siblings. Gimme my cats!" LOL. And she did. And I got my striped cat named Spot, that I had decided when I was 10 I was going to have when I grew up. And Peeve got his name for being a boy cat when I really wanted two girls. Pet Peeve (; And believe me, over the years, he’s lived up to the naming!

And as Peeve curls up purring in my lap for a scratch behind his ears, and Spot breadloaves on the top of the chair behind my head, with her tail curling around me ear, I realize how much I love my ’97 model AMS Tabbies and wouldn’t trade them in for the world. (: