Blog Rating.

Apparently my quote from Sitting Bull had a lot of the word "dead" in it. And this is what the rating was on..

• dead (5x)
• ass (2x)
• pain (1x)

First Haircut.

My Newest Namesake.

Meet Amy. =)

Amy is a demon, about 16" high. She's created by my mah-velous friend Sam, who lives in the always thrilling town of Butte. ;)

Detail shot of her AWESOME wings!

Sam is also a blogger who NEVER writes---bad bad Sam!---but I still adore him. And this photo is oh-so-cute...I hope he doesn't mind sharing his bedroom with the internet..

"Mommy, You're a Big Girl!"

Last night, after I picked up lil' N. from the family he stays with during the work day, we walked Yoshi and lil' N. tooled around on his Diego tricycle---big news, he can finally reach the pedals!! Talked with some football players walking home from practice, found spray-painted dinosaur footprints [gasp] "HUGE GIANT FOO'PRINTS, MOMMY!!!" by the church, finally managed to cajole the little coughing 3 year old inside with promise of Scooby-Doo push-up sherbert pops.

From there, I made my dinner of steak, salad and cheese while he played with some little plastic put-together toys. Afterwards, we got out the trainset and started setting that up, discovering in the process that more batteries are needed. Lil' N. is an expert in determining whether or not something needs new batteries---including Grandpa's bulldozer.

Bathtime rolled around, and he hopped into the tub for bubbles and a batman lego car. Did his big job on the potty---HOORAY for potty-training!!---and sat down to a healthy meal of goldfish crackers. Well, no, that's actually what he got out of the cupboard for himself while I was heating up his chicken nuggets. So, lots of carrots, chicken nuggets, a PB&J, watched Oswald with the voice of Fred Savage, and then made oatmeal and craisin cookies!!

Making cookies consists of an already pre-mixed carton of cookie dough, and letting lil' N. at it with a spoon. He does a great job of rolling the dough into a ball, putting it on the cookie sheet, and SMASHING it flat. And by flat, I mean FLAT. =P On the plus side, they cook really fast.

Baked the cookies, and after one had cooled we got a book and snuggled up on the couch to read it. Then off to brush teeth with the SpongeBob SquarePants toothpaste. Normally, lil' N. goes to bed at 10 or 10:30, but Mommy is all in favor of an earlier bedtime, so it wound up being 9:30 pm when I had bundled him off to bed, after reading two more stories to him in bed.

And then, of course, he wasn't ready for bed and wanted to snuggle with me on the couch---and another pee trip...etc., etc. Finally sung him his lullaby and he did nod off.

And I felt like a good mommy for the night. Plus, I got my mountain of laundry I did over the weekend folded and put away. Whew!

October 5th

"Tell General Howard I know his Heart. What He told me before I have in my heart. I am tired of fighting, Looking Glass is dead. too-Hul-hul-sote is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led on the young men is dead. It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them have run away to the hills, and have no blankets, no food; no one knows where they are--perhpas freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs. I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever."

I ran across that quote last year when I was in a moment of self-realization about the relationship with my husband. Meant to post it yesterday but between the mountain of laundry, catching up on my television watching, riding my bike with the puppy in the rain, and finishing up a dragon, I forgot to blog about it. =P

Guilt, anger and regret are about the most non-productive emotions one can have...but I guess they serve a purpose. If you have the right reasons when having 'em, even then it's not really warranted...but far too often we have the wrong reasons for it.

Granted, my pain is a little thing compared to the plight of the Nez Perce at that time in history, but mindfulness of one's actions and where one stands is always a good thing.

Part Deux - My Weekend on Saturday.

Picked up the latest Eragon novel at Borders Saturday night after dropping lil' N. off---less than seventeen dollars for a hard back! Yay! and I have promptly delved into it. I'm a speed reader, and a sucker for sci-fi fantasy fiction. Not to mention the author is a Montanan and homeschooled---his writing is progressing with each book, but honestly, it's all about the dragons for me. Enjoyable way to spend an evening, curled up with a book, especially with the fall crispness in the air.

Over The Weekend..Friday Night.

So, this weekend was rather busy, all things considered. Friday night after work I headed over to my girl friend Cassy's, where we promptly jumped in her car and went grocery shopping and to the liquor store. The plan was to make a birthday cake.

And no, we didn't get all liquored up to do it, I had run out of mojito mix and it was on sale at the grocery store, along with some other flavors I hadn't tried...I'm attempting to expand my drinking repertoire as opposed to simply slamming back Red Bull and jaegar on the once-every-three month time I get an inclination to drink a bit. So I bought Mai Tai mix, more mojito mix, some mango mix that tastes like the mojito mix, and a passionfruit mix that I haven't tried.

At any rate, after we did our shopping and managed to make the local males at the grocery store stare [I had lost a button on my shirt that made it go from demure to wowza-MILF-cleavage], we went back to Cassy's and started in on the cake---it was to be lemon with blueberry filling, cream cheese frosting, and decorated with transparency dragonflies. Ace of Cakes we ain't, but it turned out pretty good for rank amateurs.

And Cassy did a gorgeous job on the dragonflies, coming up with ideas for varigated colors on 'em that I wouldn't've thought of in a million years! Of course, I'm going to borrow her technique for my next bear. =P

One of the Sweetest Things Anyone's Ever Said To Me.

My brother-in-law Kenneth, after I told him that I couldn't read his or my other brother-in-law's blog because it was too painful knowing they won't be my brothers-in-law any more, responded with this:

I talked with Jon and we decided that of course your always going to be our sister so get off your ass and read our blogs, well as soon as we get off our ass to write them.

I of course melted into a blubbery mess at that point and bawled.

Always Love.

Note To Self.

1. Do not wait to do dishes until you have a full bathtub full to do. On the other hand, the bathtub is a perfectly acceptable place to do dishes, if you don't mind kneeling to do it.

2. When out for an evening of sushi and drinks with a girlfriend, don't automatically assume she knows the guy she's talking with on the street corner. Furthermore, when he goes in for the bear hug upon introduction, don't let him wiggle your chest i.e. boobs about against him during the hug.

Family.

Parent and child, sister and brother, great-uncle and cousins...those ties don't end. You can have bits of family that you don't have anything to do with, but the tie is still there. And then one has the other half of one's marriage tell you that he doesn't want to be a husband to you. This is a tie that's supposed to be like one of blood, and love, and even stronger...but one person simply says,"I quit,"---granted, after a whole lot of trying on our parts up to the point I moved out---and walks away, without trying to get to know me after a year?? No accountability, no commitment, nothing. And then one has to see him for the rest of one's life because we had a child together, and my biggest fear in having a child? Yeah, that it would end up like this.

I don't know how to do this. I just don't know how to do this.

Cool Shoes.

Love these! Except the pink. Ugh. They do look a trifle plastic too...but still, VERY cool, especially if one bikes to work and then hasta look professional.

More about the shoes HERE. <----clicky