Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Should Mohawk get you Suspended?

ok. Now this is just wrong. In my opinion.
there is not one reason a 6 year old should be suspended over a haircut.
Here is the haircut that got him suspended.
The article said the school had a dress code & that he was following it. It just said students had to be properly groomed, & that his haircut was a distraction.

Gee, aren't there more serious things to get upset about? Boo hiss, I say

Now discuss.....

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Only One Dead Bird

We finally came home after a week away, and found only one dead bird in the house. That's what we get for being nice and leaving the cat door open so the kitties could come in and out and get warm. At least they left the poor black bird in the kitchen, where it was easy to clean up.

My husband's dad (step-dad actually) passed away suddenly last Sunday, and the time since then has been a whirlwind. We still cannot believe that he is gone. I can still hear his voice and laugh. My children took it well enough and we were glad they had a chance to say a final goodbye at the funeral.

thank you for your thoughts and prayers. I have a feeling that the grieving is just beginning

and for those you who are keeping up....last week was hard too. My parents were hit hard by the winter ice storm and were without electricity for almost the whole week. I didn't sleep much then. Over the weekend my baby got sick with a fever of 102.5 and ended up with an eye/ear infection. My husband's dad had a massive heart attack early Sunday morning. Fast forward to Friday, funeral's over, I am finally on the way home with the kids. We had a major tire blowout just a few miles outside of town on our way home. The tire just shredded. Thank God I made it to the side of the road, and we were safe.

Now we are finally home and it is good. Only one dead bird in my house is nothing. I am so sad about my husband's dad. He will be greatly missed.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Winter Ice Storm

please pray for my mom Motherkitty & dad Tomas because they are in the middle of the winter ice storm in KY, Missouri, & Illinois. The power seems to be out in the town & icy branches have brought down the power line that runs to their house. Thankfully, they have a gas stove & water heater.


Friday, February 08, 2008


A Relatively Quiet Dinner. Hurray! Well, except for when FencerBoy stuck his hand in my plate of Pollo Feliz and grabbed a handful of queso-drenched grilled onions. You gotta move fast with this one :). Needless to say, baby likes guacamole. Motherkitty and Tomas came to visit. We had such a good visit, well, except for the lightning.

Dancer Girl took all these pics with her camera

Dancer Girl accidentally took these videos with her camera so I thought I would try to add them here. So cute. Don't you love my completely unorthodox way of feeding baby. At least I didn't have to worry about spoons or plates thrown to the floor. The employess at this small local Mexican place were thoroughly amused and didn't argue when I asked to clean up the mess myself, ha ha

Baby likes to eat lots of things. He samples what he wants. He will eat your green beans at Cracker Barrel and swipe food off your plate. He has eaten fresh fruits: bananas, apples, cantalope. He likes mashed potatoes, green beans, carrots, apple dumplings, Cream of Wheat (I know, I know, the food police are coming...he's my 3rd child, what do you expect?). The only thing he will not eat is jarred baby food. Ha ha. I am not too disappointed. I tasted the stuff. Ewww. Sorry to all you mommies whose babies love it. None of mine have. His favorite food, above all else, is still Mommy Milk, and that is ok with me. No hurry here.

In other news, lots of people here are still sick a little, hubby having flu-like symptoms yesterday, girls complaining of various mysterious vague school-inhibiting symptoms.

Almost forgot to mention, Baby got his first tooth this morning. He is 8 months & 1 week old. I am so happy. Hurray!

Oh, for those who were wondering....
Baby + Guacamole = Green Baby Poop

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

The Good Earth

Just saying Hi & Good Morning to anyone who may stop by. I have in quite a huge crochet slump lately, & it is a bummer. I do have one good reason, and that is that Baby Boy likes to crawl over to my basket and pull out all the skeins and balls of yarn and whatever I am working on and cover himself in it. It is so amusing and there have been several times I have taken out my pretend camera and taken a pic for you (my real camera did not happen to be on-hand at any of these picture perfect moments). So I have quite a tangle to work on. Today this blog will be archaic in that you will have to add the pictures on your own, in your head, in your own imagination, haha.

I have plenty to keep me busy, however, so I don't worry too much about it. Recently I re-read The Good Earth, one of my current favorite books.

The names of the characters escape my mind at the moment, but I have been meditating on them lately. There is the first wife, she is not very pretty, but sturdy and hard working, and good to her husband. She is very resourceful and does not complain. Her character amazes me because after childbirth she goes right back out in the field and works along side her husband. She gives birth alone, silently, and cleans herself, the room, the baby. She does her duty as is expected of her, and takes care of her family.

At one time in history, I can picture this type of thing happening. People are not like this in our day and age. I am not like this. This woman, who is not physically attractive to her husband, is not missed by him until after she is dead and gone. He realized he did not appreciate her properly and sees the mistakes of his life and yet is unable to change himself or the ways he has made for himself. Like the furrows in a plowed field, he continues on to his goals, and in the end, he is so much like the rich aristocratic (can't think of the right words here) family that he both admires & despises that he loses part of himself and his love and value of the land. He seems unable to alter his path once his mind was set on his goals. The love of the land consumed him.

The women in his life are many. Wives, daughter, concubines, in-laws. All play their part and he is affected by all of them. He casts off his first wife for an illusion of beauty and in the end he sees what she really is, that her devotion and love for him is not what his first wife's is and cannot compare.

There are things in our lives that may not contain outward earthly beauty but their value is immeasurable. There are things in our lives that are our duty to do and things to accomplish that are our obligations. And then there are our outlooks and core values. These guide and pull us along our paths. Out of our habits of thought and action we make ruts and ditches that we follow, almost without intent. The good news is that we can change our thoughts, and therefore, change our actions. And eventually, if we are in a ditch, we can get ourselves out and walk along a different path. Thank God there are others to help us along the way, giving us clues and a helping hand and loving words of encouragement. In the book, I don't know that there were any to give them that loving word or helping hand. Each seemed to be left to their destiny as determined by their thoughts and station in life. Thank God that is fiction, and our lives are an unfinished book. The end of our stories are yet to be written.