I perplexed the cat by making the bed with him in it. He's a good sport. Franky is black and white and if they gave awards, a champion mouser. None lately, mind you- but he does have an excellent record. He wasn't the 'sick kitty', by the way. That one is at his home again.

Speaking of sick, man I feel it. I have a wet cough and had to leave the service today to go in the foyer to cough. I feel weak and lightheaded in a "not enough to pass out but enough to be bothered by it" way. Coughing really does burn calories so MAYBE I'll lose some weight- har, har, har. Just a general feeling of "ugh". And now I need to make lunch for the kids, they have been snacking while the meat defrosts.

You know, I guess this is just a rambling blog. It's not time limited, goal oriented, mind changing, 2+2 =4 ...anything. It's just a little journal about choice pieces of family life as I perceive them. So I guess that will have to do; I really don't know how other people write them. Perhaps I've got "the wrong way blog" on my hands. Ah, but who is to really care, but lil' old me- and you dear readers, if there you be?

Yesterday, oh what a clear fair day- well, that and windy. We took the kids to the park and ate Subway. We brought Kool Aid and because of said wind now one David's shoes is a lovely shade of pink. It was about 60, but was chilly after a while with the breeze. Of course the kids didn't notice, they just frolicked like sheep in a meadow.

Slept after work until 1 pm today. David went to mend the houses. I found Zoe in the crib with 1. her diaper half off and 2.a poopie. Le sigh. After the bath I took the sheets to the wash room and noticed the dryer isn't turning- a shoe had caught between the back and the drum- freezing it. It still won't turn after I removed the thing. So, dear readers, shall our Hero-ess attempt to repair it? Me thinks it is the belt, hope it isn't the motor.. I replaced the heating element years ago and it's worked well since. Still, I'm no repairman. Hopefully, I'm do a great impression of one!

Oh, as for kitty... he went to the vet and home. I haven't heard how he's doing.

Blah blah blah

In the mood for a change of font, thanks for going along for the ride. : ) Many things have changed this week by not changing. There was going to be a change- and then it was reprieved. However, I feel a little changed.

For the last 4 days we've been hosting a possible "kitty hospice". The cat ( not my cat) is in the patient/laundry room. He's a thin kitty, kitty, kitty. Perhaps he's turned a corner, we'll see.

I need to start some seeds indoors. I bought a ton. There is rarely so much display of blatant optimisim as when people (me) buy seeds. It's a hope for the future that's very alluring. There's a whole dream in seeds. I will grow this food, and then I will freeze it, and then I will feed it to my family and we will all be healthy and fit and well..kind of dream. The whiff of 'we will work together to plant and harvest and the kids will learn life lessons' or some such "after school special". I could feast on seeds.

I am so tired I almost fell asleep in front of the computer while I tried to think of the next thing to say. When do you think a "reason" morphs into an "excuse"? I could say I nearly went to sleep because of this or that. Blah, blah, blah zzz,zzz,zzz.

Twisting logic

Well, I don't know what button I hit, but I had just typed a mountaintop's worth of blog and it disappeared like a David Copperfield trick. I am NOT amused, but I am frustrated.

There is nothing like pondering questions that will never be answered... well, let's face it... it probably won't be anyway. Still, I like my efforts to not go up in blankness! I generally write for the sake of "whoosh". That feeling of getting it out of my head in a most vacuum in reverse way.

Now a change of subject, because why not?

I keep sighing to breathe better since my chest feels tight. I've had a cough for a few days and have developed the habit of sighing... to my own annoyance. I only notice it after I sigh, and by that time it is too late to prevent it. Ah, sour irony.

Jessica just woke up from her nap still wearing the padded duck suit. She's as cute as a fluffy chick. The boys are going to help David pick up the latest sheet rock pieces from a busted pipe at one of the houses. What is the good of insuring that dang house, by the way? A few months ago vandals broke windows and other stuff- it paid for other stuff, not windows. Now the freeze busted a pipe- guess what? No-go on the dough.

This is life...or so I hear. I don't think as much of "this is life" happens to those with mucho moolah. Sure they have problems, but if you can pay someone to clean your house and ease your mind, life is more palatable.

But what do I know?

Thoughts on Slumdog

I saw most of Slumdog Millionaire - it is a really sad, good story. There is so much bad in that movie, and yet the hero still is loyal. It makes me sad for all those kids. You know that has to be how some kids really do grow up... minus the happy ending.

I like happy endings, by the way. I know, a lot people think that it's trite- but I really do like to see someone win especially against stacked odds. And man, those were some odds.

In life sometimes you have to ask yourself " what odds am I willing to go against to succeed"? How far out on a branch am I willing to go to grab the treasure nestled in the leaves? It's no small question, really. It's a question that gets more lopsided the longer you wait... the tree grows higher leaving you farther to fall. Simply put-the older you get the more you have to lose. Tick tock, tick tock.

Well, it is 4:30 am and the family is sleeping. I am the lone soul awake, even our dog Dottie had nodded off. I guess I should start my day of wonder and adventure. Cha, cha pow zing. Super Someone doing something about some things. Duh-tuh-duh.

He ain't got no tail almost hardly

Poor Froggy.

All that's from an amusing little poem about a frog. "Him run and him jump..."
I feel like that somewhat, but I can't really say how. Pretty cryptic today, I think.

The girls and I went to Pamela's yesterday and laughed so hard. Apparently everytime I try to feed Zoe a bite I open my mouth at the same time, much like a goldfish. : ). We talked for hours and hours.

There was so much to catch up on.

Tonight we all are going to another girlfriends house- Shirley. It is going to be fun. Again, I need to catch up. It so easy to fall behind when everyones lives move so fast.

Will return in a while....

GARRRR!! In an attempt to keep with the "changing life for the better" theme of New Year., I put a BMI calculator on the site...apparently I am doomed to commercialism.

My, my how the night becomes morning so rapidly. It is 3:52 am and I am well awake. David is sleeping in the bed beside me. I tell him this all the time, but I really can't believe I'm married. After 11 years it still shocks me on some level. Married- happily, and with all the range of textbook ups and downs. Family deaths, kids born, lay offs, sickness... and here we still are- going on like a two person world fighting team. And now for round 600- today. For all the stress, I have to say it is not as bad as giving birth to my 3rd child at 27 weeks. I had an awful type of preeclampsia called HELLP syndrome. No this is not that bad. David helps me keep perspective.

The snow is still lingering on patches around the yard. The kids are off school until Wednesday... and I am waiting on the future.

Woke with a headache- no...I take that back. I was up all night with said headache...stress-ache. Have you ever had that turning chumble in your brain that literally kept you up all night? Well, for your sake I hope the answer is 'no' as it is no fun at all. As I lay in bed for the third time, daylight and my eldest came creeping into my room. He wanted to play on the computer.

It's Sunday, and I made the effort and breakfast and we five went to church. And it might be the fact that I get emotional when I haven't slept in--- what is it now- 2 days? Yes, that's pretty much it. So now I am home, rehashing my rehashing. It is a very unsatisfying occupation. My teeth hurt, eyes ache and as I just wrote that my left shoulder tensed and is aching. Ahhh the power of biofeedback. Must use powers for the forces of good.

David is one his way home from Kansas in a rental car that is far more stylish, but less useful on ice than our regular one.

It is now time for food- must consume grub. Tummy rumbling.

I feel like writing

It's probably a bad idea to write when you are in a confusing place in life, however I have found it to be more theraputic that chocolate- perish the thought. Random thoughts broadcast to random people. Well, I bet no one will really read this anyway.

The kids are in bed, sweet little ones. I try not to let them catch on to the turmoil. Perceptive guys.

Life is too short on so many levels.

So I guess this is a yearly blog....

Well, it's a new year- David is in Kansas at Uncle Skinny's funeral- very sad. I am here with my four little independant universes twirling at my coat tails. Jo is 9, and tall. Shi is 8 and a bundle of ball lightening, Jessica is asserting herself on a regular basis , and Zoe is your average toddler- loud and on the move.
As for me, this year is beginning with an ending.