Facebook friends?

I know there are a lot of different people reading my blog now and checking my quilt progress. I wanted to tell you that I post pictures of my completed quilts on my facebook page so if you are interested in being facebook friends, and would like to network with another quilter, I would love that. Simply send me a friend request and include a message that you found me through my blog. My full facebook name is Lesa May Brassette.

Until tomorrow ....

Amish Circle Quilt Project - Block #20 - "Pumpkins"

Block #20 - "Pumpkins"

Started on 7/7/11

Completed on 7/8/11

Technique: Applique'

Pumpkin pie? Pumpkin bread? Pumpkin spice? The idea makes me almost giddy for Fall to arrive. My wonderful husband, Mark, usually carves at least one pumpkin with the kids each year. I discovered early on that I don't like the ookieness of a pumpkin's "guts".

I like to buy a couple of small pumpkins to decorate the kitchen or dining table. I love the look of pumpkins. And I suppose I like the smell of pumpkins. I've never been fond, though, of the taste or texture of said pumpkins. But more power to all of you who like them. Whatever floats your boat.

Father, thank You for the change of seasons. Thank You for Fall, especially, with its cooler temperatures and the beauty of the falling leaves.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - Block # 19 - "Surprise Quilting"

Block # 19 - Surprise Quilting

Started on 7/7/11

Completed on 7/7/11

Technique: Piecing and Template

The writer of the letter that goes with this block describes a surprise quilting that was thrust upon her at her own home. Several women showed up with lunch and helped her complete a quilt she already had on the frame. And she was thrilled!

I have two very distinct, mixed feelings on the idea of such a thing.

If a group of women showed up at my house this minute I would be too mortified to let them in. The house is strewn out and in need of cleaning. (This is the norm, no special excuses or circumstances.) I would have no chance of enjoying myself with the current state my home is in.

On the other hand, I would give anything to gather around a quilt frame with other women to catch up on their lives and to relax and have fun quilting! Women need this. They need to circle up and giggle and cry and be a part of each other's lives.

Father, thank You for the friends I've made in Grand Junction. Thank You that I have a number of people I can call on when I need an ear to listen or a shoulder to lean on.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - Block #18 - "Schoolhouse"

Block #18 - "Schoolhouse"

Started on 7/7/11

Completed on 7/8/11

Technique: Applique'

One room schoolhouses. Anybody else find them to be totally cool? I love to see pictures and movie or television scenes set in such schoolhouses.

I've been watching old episodes of "Little House on the Prairie". I'm on Season 3 now. I love this show. Watching it is the perfect thing to do while working on quilt projects in my woman cave. Miss Beatle is currently the one room schoolhouse teacher.

The idea of one teacher offering instruction to 30 to 40 children of different ages and grade levels floors me. I teach two children at home and going back and forth between them gets kind of nutty sometimes. I forget William can't read cursive writing yet and that Trinity can quickly add math facts in her head.

As a child I aspired to be a teacher. As an adult I was afraid I'd lose my religion on the first parent that took me to task on the education of their own little angel. (I considered Veterinary Medicine after that. However, since I knew I wanted to stay home with my babies it seemed really futile to go to school for 8 years for a degree I really didn't want to have to use.)

Anyway, now I'm a stay at home mother who gets to be teacher to my own children and it is my dream come true.

Father, thank You for your faithfulness. Thank You for making simple dreams come true. Thank You for giving me a husband who supports our family and my endeavors to train up our children in Your service.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - Block #16 - "Maple Leaf"

Block #16 - "Maple Leaf"

Started on 6/28/11

Completed on 7/8/11

Technique: Piecing and Applique'

I love this block. I probably didn't do it properly but I had a hard time figuring out the best way to do the stem. I pieced the leaf parts together and then applique'd on the stem. Probably not proper but I like the way it turned out.

The writer of this letter and designer of this block talks of watching the leaves fall from the trees in September and October. That is something I adore about living in Colorado. I grew up in Texas where we seemed to have only one season. It was called hot and humid. In Colorado we have four very distinct seasons and Fall is my absolute favorite.

We live very near the Grand Mesa and it is a very popular spot for viewing Fall foliage. When the Aspens start changing colors it truly is a sight to behold. Pair that with the refreshing, cooler temperatures and you will find a little piece of Heaven on earth.

Father, thank you for the beauty of this world. The trees, the mountains, and the splendor of Your works let me know that I come from a God who shares my love of expressing creativity.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - #16 - "Apple Orchards"

Block # 16 - "Apple Orchards"

Started on 6/27/11

Completed on 6/27/11

Technique: Applique'

The writer of this letter and designer of this block talks of apple orchards. I love apples. For someone who in general is not a plant eater, I do really love apples.

As each of my kids went through Kindergarten (at home) we would get to their a-a-apple unit. We loved it. We would buy one of every kind of apple we could find and have a taste party. I learned as much as they did about apples and their uses and flavors. I discovered I loved Fuji and Gala apples.

At the end of the unit we'd bake an apple pie together. When I went through this unit with Trinity I had never baked an apple pie (or any fruit pie) before. So I had to find us a recipe which I did on-line. Gotta love the world wide web. The recipe below is what we made. I bought ready made pie crusts, one rolled and one already in a pan. We used Granny Smith apples. I'm sharing it in case reading about apples gives you a hankering to bake a pie.

Apple Pie

INGREDIENTS: 6 cups thinly sliced apples 3/4 cup white sugar 1 tablespoon butter 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 1 recipe pastry for a 9 inch single crust pie

DIRECTIONS: Prepare your pastry for a two crust pie. Wipe, quarter, core, peel, and slice apples; measure to 6 cups. Combine sugar and cinnamon. The amount of sugar used depends on how tart your apples are. Arrange apples in layers in pastry lined pie plate. Sprinkle each layer with sugar and cinnamon. Dot top layer with small pieces of butter or margarine. Cover with top crust. Place on lowest rack in oven preheated to 450 degrees F (230 degrees C). Bake for 10 minutes, then reduce oven temperature to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Bake for 30 to 35 minutes longer. Serve warm or cold.

Father, thank You for apples! Thank You for the variety and even the beauty they give us. Thank You for knowing what we would love!

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - Block #15 - "Comfort"

Block #15 - "Comfort"

Started on 6/26/11

Completed on 6/27/11

Technique: Piecing

Wow. The writer of this letter talks of the loss of a stillborn baby. When you think about it, that puts any trials and tribulations in your own life into proper perspective does it not? The family took comfort in God's will being carried out and from the loving care of their church family. I don't know how anyone gets through bad times without the love and support of our Heavenly Father and a church family.

My 10 year old, precious daughter Trinity, slipped and fell getting out of the shower on Saturday afternoon. After hollering for us, her dad and I walked in to find blood everywhere and a weepy child saying she thought one of her teeth had been knocked out. She urgently wanted me to look and see.

I took a deep breath and offered a whispered prayer in record time that God would give me peace and the words to comfort her no matter what I found (and to help me not freak out) . From what I was seeing I thought she might be right. Thankfully, once I could check her out it didn't look like any teeth were missing.

We took her on in to urgent care and after a thorough exam and x-rays it was confirmed that nothing was broken. No teeth were loose and she didn't have a concussion. We felt the Lord's hedge of protection as this could have been so much worse. It certainly looked like a worst case scenario!

We were at my mom's house in Bastrop, TX, and although we had planned to head home on Saturday, an emotional Trinity (and emotional Mommy if I'm being honest) really wanted a good night's sleep in a non-moving resting place. So we stayed an extra night.

Fast forward three days ... we are home (from Texas to Colorado) and the swelling has gone down some although it is still very noticeable. Bruising is emerging a little at a time but her smile is beginning to be familiar again. She has looked like a completely different child. Her cousins came home with us and playing with Hannah has helped immeasurably. Cousin Jackson is keeping little brother Will busy and out from under foot. Heavenly Father blesses us in so many ways.

So today, I thank you, Father, for the lives of my children. For their smiles and for the constant instruction and rebuke they bring down on me, ha, I thank You. For what would the sunshine of life mean to us without the occasional moments of shadow? I know we can't even begin to imagine what you protect us from. Thank You! Simply, thank You.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "Watermelon Wagon"

Block # 14 - "Watermelon Wagon"

Started on 6/26/11

Completed on 6/27/11

Technique: Applique'

I have never grown a watermelon, picked/harvested a watermelon or sold a watermelon as this writer talks of doing. To be honest, I'm actually not a fan of watermelon. Sliced and salted or not, with sugar or without, it has never really mattered. It just doesn't float my boat.

Watermelon flavored Jolly Ranchers used to rock my world though!

I don't have a prayer about watermelons to share today; shocker I know! So let me offer up a prayer for something that is on my heart. Tomorrow's block will tie in to my Trinity's accident so we'll save that for then.

Father, offer comfort to my friend Kristen's family as they adjust to life without her. Show them Your love can fill in any gaps and can heal the most broken of hearts. Help those of us left behind to manifest Your love in even the smallest of ways for them.

Blessings!

Don't give up on me

When I last posted I thought I'd be out of town for a 3 night camping trip. Since then, a good friend of ours passed away unexpectedly, we've made a cross half country trip, and been on the road.

Today, my beautiful daughter Trinity, who is 10 yo, slipped and fell getting out of the shower. She has a terribly bruised, swollen, lacerated face and mouth now. Please pray for her comfort and healing as she is in a bad way physically and emotionally. Also that we can make our way from TX back to Colorado with as little discomfort to her as possible!

My project will continue once we get home and my baby is okay.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "Diamond in the Square"

Block # 13 - "Diamond in the Square

Started on 6/25/11

Completed on 6/25/11

Technique: Piecing

I love, love, love this block! I love the colors and the composition. Crazy lovin' it!

The writer of the letter that goes with this block talks of having a Diamond in the Square quilt in her quilting frame. That's how Granny quilted. She had a huge frame that would be in the den and sometimes tucked into the more formal living room. How cool is it that she would let me help make stitches?

I wish that I was in a community where I could gather around a quilt frame with other women of faith and have a time of fellowship. A work frolic! Doesn't that make any task sound doable or more bearable? I wasn't even taught to quilt with a frame. Even if I was to quilt by hand I'm supposed to use a large hoop like lap stand I bought.

I'm telling you, the Amish people know what life is all about and they've got it going on!

Blessings!

P.S. Posts may be absent for a few days but don't give up on me.

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "Baking Pies"

Block #12 - "Baking Pies"

Started on 6/24/11

Completed on 6/24/11

Technique: Applique'

I had never made a fruit pie before Trinity was in Kindergarten. We were in the first couple of weeks of our homeschool adventure and she had her "a-a-apple" unit. We bought several different kinds of apples and tried them and then we built our apple pie.

I still make that recipe (that I'd had to look up on-line) every once in awhile. We love it. I use store bought pie crusts. Yeh, I said it. Ha! Saves time and waste by me not attempting my own dough. Even by only cutting up the apples and sprinkling in the sugar and cinnamon it gives me a great feeling of domestic accomplishment.

Do you bake pies? Fruit ones? I'd like to know who among you can bake a good pie and what kind you make.

Father, thank You for the creativity You had to make so many kinds of fruits and for letting someone figure out a way to put those fruits in pies. You are way too good to us.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "Pineapple"

Block #11 - "Pineapple Quilt"

Started on 6/24/11

Completed on 6/24/11

Technique: Paper Piecing

This was my first attempt at paper piecing and I am thrilled with the results. It was fun and I ended up with a nice, tight, design. I used greens because that said pineapple to me more than the red that's pictured.

In this letter the writer talks about her relatives finishing a pineapple quilt at their reunion. I haven't been to a family reunion in more years than I can count. There was a great one back in 1998 or so that my Aunt Ilee hosted at her place. It was so wonderful to see my mom's cousins and their kids, most of whom I grew up with.

I also made it to Heiberger, AL, in 2000 (I think), for a reunion on my Daddy's side of the family. I met some relatives there for the first time and saw several I hadn't seen since a trip there in 1983 or 84.

It is important for kids to know where they come from; to look into faces and see eyes and noses that match theirs. It is important for them to witness family traditions and see similarities between themselves and others that share more than DNA. Love covers a multitude of shortcomings, but if these opportunities are available, they should be taken advantage of. I wish I lived close enough to do just that!

Father, thank you for our families and the way they shape us into who we are.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "Sadness"

Block #10 - "Sadness"

Started on 6/24/11

Completed on 6/24/11

Technique: Applique'

An Amish man's hat was used to portray this block. I'm not crazy about the stitching I did on this plus I regret not making it in black. So, I've decided I'm going to remake it at some point.

The writer of this portion of the circle letter says, "I have often wondered how people who don't understand God's ways could cope with this." I wonder that myself.

A minister quoted a portion of 1 Thessalonians 4:13 at my Granny's funeral, almost 21 years ago now, "We sorrow not as they who have no hope." All those years ago and that sticks with me still. How would you survive the loss of one so dearly loved if you had no hope; no faith in God or in the existence of Heaven?

Father, thank you for those in my life who have grown my faith my whole life long. Thank you for the promises and the hope you've given us!

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "Star Baby Quilts"

Block #9 - "Star Baby Quilts"

Started on 6/24/11

Completed on 6/24/11

Technique: Piecing (Flying Geese)

I've made one Sawtooth Star Quilt so far. And I've made one baby quilt so far. (Two more in progress.) But not a sawtooth star quilt for a baby. If I did this one again, I would have made the center square the same color as the points as the sample suggests. But I like this block okay.

I have 34 of the 121 squares done at this point. I'm torn right now because I have a baby quilt I really need to finish. Okay, two I need to finish but one is most urgent. Plus, I have a quilt to finish binding for my bed, a mystery quilt I need to catch up on, and two blocks of the month I've gotten behind on as well. But I'm loving my Amish Circle Quilt project so much that I hate to stop working on it. If I'm being honest I guess I really hate to put away all of the scraps I'm usuing in it to clear my work space.

I need to get these baby quilts done though for reals. I loved the quilts we were given when our children were born. They are very special and I love them still even though my babies are babies no more. Maybe I'll flip a coin.

Father, thank You for blessing me with a craft I love and for making my dreams of creating quilts a reality. You are too, too good to me.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "Barn Raising"

Block #8 - "Barn Raising"

Started on 6/24/11

Completed on 6/24/11

Technique: Applique'

I guess when it comes to the Amish community, barn raisings are something that intrigue us Englischers a great deal. It baffles me, truly, as to why a whole church community anywhere can't come together and make that same kind of thing happen for their own members. I guess Habitat for Humanity is a version of this but it isn't near the same as what the Amish accomplish for each other.

How much closer would we be to our brothers and sisters in Christ if once a month or even once a year, the entire congregation got together with the men and boys building a barn or a room or a dawdi house (think mother-in-law suite) and the women serving up an army sized lunch for everyone? If that kind of love and commitment was shown to each other, could anything but growing closer in Christ commence?

Father, help us love each other and see the image of you in others. Help us give of ourselves and our hearts to those who need it. Help us receive the love of others as well.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "Health Problems"

Block #7 - "Health Problems"

Started on 6/23/11
Completed on 6/24/11
Technique: Piecing, Half Square Triangles

Trauma, Illness and Depression ... all three of these, no matter how significant nor how brief, they require me to wrap up in something cozy and warm. Even if it is one hundred degrees outside. I used to use a throw size down comforter. Now, I use a log cabin quilt I made for myself and I could almost swear it is even more comforting.

Last summer was a terribly traumatic time for me. I had to break off a relationship with a close friend. The relationship was destructive to my heart and soul. I spent days, in the heat of August, wrapped in my quilt. I was so sad it was hard to utter prayers so my quilt held me together in a way.

Years ago I ended up with an old quilt from my Granny's house. It moved with me from high school to college, to early married life and sits in the home we live in now. Funny how some things never change.

So, do you have a "security blanket"? I'd love to hear about it. I guess I could be out there on my own with this, but I can't be the only one. Surely not. I hope. : )

Heavenly Father, You are the ultimate security blanket and comforter. Thank you for giving us physical items to "hug" us here on earth. I pray we feel your arms around us when we need comfort and warmth.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "Laundry"

Block #6 - "Laundry"

Started on 6/23/11
Completed on 6/23/11

Technique: Applique'

One of my favorite blocks! I thought this one was so cute and it made me very happy to create something I like so much.

Now, about laundry. It is one of those tasks that is never complete. Does that bother anyone else or is it just me? My personal preference is to wash all the dirty laundry and fold and hang it up all in one day. I rarely have an entire day to devote to laundry but when I do I feel like I really accomplish something.

I am quite thankful for my washer and dryer. I don't think I would enjoy hanging laundry out to dry on a line. I certainly wouldn't like the feel of line dried clothes. I remember Granny used to hang clothes up outside even after she had an automatic dryer. You won't find me doing that. As tired as I am after a day of laundry I can't imagine how much more work it would be if I had to plunge and scrub and wring out and hang up.

Father, help me complete my tasks for my family that are a labor of love with a cheerful heart. Thank You for giving me loved ones to take care of.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "Raspberry Bushes"

Block #5 - "Raspberry Bushes"

Started on 6/22/11
Completed on 6/25/11

Technique: Templates

This block slowed me down a little bit. I wasn't sure how to do it. I knew I couldn't simply piece it together normally. I knew I couldn't paper piece it. Finally, I emailed the book's author and she advised me on how to tackle it. I used templates! I had never played with this method before so it was fun to try something new.

I'm not a fan of raspberries. I'm not a fan of walking through weeds and plants and the bugs that come along with that. So it is highly unlikely you'd ever find me picking raspberries.

I do remember picking some kind of berries behind Granny and Poppa's house, back behind their garden, when I was younger. I remember having to check for (and often finding) chiggers and ticks after we were done. I'm thinking it was blackberries but I really am not sure. Anyway, bugs that hitch hike on my person are enough to keep me away from such activities as an adult.

Oh the good old days of childhood ... before I developed my slightly OCD qualities and prejudices!

Father, I'm not sure why you made such ookie pests. It is one of those things I suppose I just have to trust you on. But know, Lord, that I don't get it.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "Canning"

Block #4 - "Canning"
Started on 6/23/11
Completed on 6/23/11

I've been AWOL for a few days because we took a family trip to the Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park. Great weather, God's beauty abounded .. 'twas a great time. I did miss my quilting some though!

So block 4 was quite easy and very fun to make. I sure am enjoying small sections of applique' at a time. Bigger blocks that are highly detailed feel insurmountable sometimes.

I was able to match the coloring on this one pretty well. I like the way it looks although I'm not sure there is a light pink jar of anything.

I have never tried to can anything or make jelly. I know my Granny used to make jelly. I loved her homemade grape jelly. It seems like Grandma always had homemade jellies too but I didn't get to see her make them; at least not that I remember.

Anyone out there big into canning? I don't actually have the desire to try it myself but I would love to hear of others' attempts.

Father, I am thankful today for Del Monte and the Jolly Green Giant. For reals, I'm thankful.

Blessings!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "Collecting Eggs"

Block #3 - "Collecting Eggs"

Started on 6-21-11
Completed on 6-23-11

This writer and pattern contributor told her sons collecting eggs from their chickens and only breaking one out of 3 baskets full. I must confess that I sometimes wish we had a couple of chickens to collect fresh eggs from each day. I love eggs. Cooked just about any possible way to boot!

I think it would be good for the kids to have chores like egg collecting or coop clean-up. I don't know that I would want the daily responsibility for forever but I must admit it sounds like a wonderful life.

What do you know about chickens? Are they pretty easy to care for? Do they let you take their eggs? What farm animal would you most like to have? I think I'd have to say a goat or two. Or an Alpaca if it was a contemporary type farm!

Father, may our lives have the peacefulness and earthiness of a farm and may we appreciate your creativeness in the world you've made for us.

Yee haw ... three days in a row!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "Fruit Trees"

Block #2: "Fruit Trees"

Started on 6-20-11
Completedon 6-21-11

I had a lot of fun with this block. I enjoy doing applique' but I get bogged down with big projects taking a long time. This was nice because it was fun and DONE!

I read a book recently of people who owned an orchard. I loved the descriptions of them walking through and under the shade of the massive rows of fruit trees. I don't know if I've ever visited an orchard. Hmmm ... Sounds like a fun fall field trip for me and the kiddos.

Some of my fabric colors are probably going to be too bright to reflect ones the Amish might use. But it will reflect me and my color choices so I guess an homage to the Amish in my own way is acceptable.

Blogged two days in a row. Will wonders never cease?

Father, help me see the small miracles of your design for this world in the simplicity of a fruit tree!

Amish Circle Quilt Project - "The Picnic"

Block # 1 - The Picnic

Started on 6-20-11
Completed on 6-20-11

I used reds rather than blues for two reasons. One, red said picnic to me more than blue did. Two, I didn't have blue fabrics I liked for this block!

When was the last time you got together with other families for a picnic down by the pond (or anywhere else for that matter)? That's what this block represented. A little family picnic that turned into 64 people and an all day affair.

We had a church picnic last month and it was so nice to get together with such a diverse group of people who shared a common faith and love for God. How nice to visit with people you simply don't get to know during a worship service.

I think perhaps such gatherings should happen more often. Getting together to picnic, play games, toss a ball around, or as my family often did sing together.

Father, help us all take time to spend time with people we love and whose relationships we value.

May you all picnic in your own way this week!

A Stitch in Time?

Anyone who knows me knows that I have an interest, shall we say, in the Amish culture and way of life. I read fiction and non-fiction books about them. I follow blogs and websites that are devoted to honoring and learning more about their way of life.

I'm also a quilter. Maybe still a baby quilter, since I've only been quilting for a year and a half, but a quilter none-the-less. I love it muchly.

So, it stands to reason that when I happened upon a book entitled "The Amish Circle Quilt" by Rosemary Youngs, I found my own little soul mate of a project to work on!

The book focuses on a group of women who keep a circle letter circulating throughout their small group. At one point they decide to begin enclosing a pattern for a quilt block with each letter based on what is happening in their life at the time of their writing.

There are 121 blocks. No, that's not a typo. 121.

So, back on June 20, I got started. Some blocks I work straight through to complete. Others I have to think about and prepare for. Still others require applique' stitching which I try to save up two or three of before completing.

I plan to blog about each block and include a picture of it as I complete it. I know myself well enough to know that I won't blog every day. Most especially because this time of year we are travelling and camping a lot and I rarely have internet service then.

I might even include my take on the block in a "what it means to me" kind of way. Hope this will be of interest to someone. If not, I will have beautiful, talented grandbabies someday that will find it fascinating. tee hee

Blessings to all!

Sometimes He Screams

I'm old enough to know that sometimes God whispers things to us. In quiet moments of the day He'll inject His take on things; implant a thought with that "little voice" in my head. (Admit it, you have one too.)

But ya know what, even He will sometimes scream! Maybe not in the I saw a snake way. But He can literally beat us over the head with His intention for us.

We left a church almost two years ago. We were unimpressed with the level of importance we viewed them having on children. If I'm being honest I felt a tug on my heart, a whisper perhaps, that my abilities would allow me to jump in and help in the effort to change that level of importance there. I said, "Say what?" and I've been arguing ever since as we searched for a more ideal church home.

A minister at that old church had really upset me. He thought it was more my responsibility for my children's spiritual education that middle aged or older folks in the church. That was absurd to me. We are all called to teach and mentor and raise up our children. I mean, it takes a village, right?

So, after two years away, we went back to that old church this past weekend. As much anxiety as we had, to an extent it felt like going home. And even though that went well, I still found myself feeling the Lord's urging to be the change I want to see. Well, arguing with God rarely goes well. Okay, it never does. So today, He screamed.

First thing this morning I opened one of my e-devotionals. It read:

Proverbs 12:24 - Work hard and become a leader; be lazy and become a slave.

"Argh!" He can't want me to get involved. I'm a control freak. People in charge catch the brunt. Lead something and you're a target for criticism and complaints. He can't mean this.

So I opened a second e-devotional. Maybe this one will say to do whatever I'm comfortable with or that the first one didn't mean me. It read:

"... Talk to God about everything, even your doubts and arguments."

Are you kidding me? Really? Really? No, I'm reading number 3. Something is going on here and it isn't funny. At all. Argh again. I mean, I can't go back and try to work with that person I so disagree with. Number 3 read:

"Father, it isn't them. Help me remember the fault lies with me."

SCREAMING! Unless I'm being Punk'd, He screamed. I'm flabbergasted. I'm humbled. I'm listening.

Things That Bug Me Part 1

1. People who wrap the bottom 4th of a tree in their yard with Christmas lights because they aren't committed enough to drag out a ladder and cover the whole thing. People, sometimes less is more. Or rather none is more.

2. The name Daphne. It's weird.

3. People who send Christmas cards to "The Brassette's". If you have to ask why you are part of the problem. More than one Brassette is shown by adding only an "s". No apostrophe needed.

4. Being sick on my birthday or major holiday, such as Thanksgiving. It just isn't right.

"People who matter don't mind. And, people who mind don't matter." - Author Unknown

From Will

So the kids and I were discussing the concept of divorce today while I fixed lunch. A family we know is going through it and my kids were asking about the kids in the other family. Specifically, I was explaining how sad kids would be to not live with both of their parents at the same time.

Will looked perplexed. To explain I gave him the example of how if Daddy and I divorced we wouldn't live together in the same house any more.

I barely finished the sentence before he piped up and said, "I'd want to live with Dad!"

To my credit, Trinity's mouth dropped open, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. However, the damage was done and my ego was still bruised. I guess it is what it is. Thanks Will!

There, Kara, I posted.

Meems

..... Oh Mia ... affectionately called Meems by most of us ... Mia, our sweet guinea pig, properly called a Cavy. Mia passed away Wednesday morning between 3 am and 7 am.

..... We'd only had her about nine months. Officially, I suppose, she was Trinity's pet. However, I was the driving force behind getting her and I loved her and shared in her care.

..... We knew something was wrong Tuesday afternoon. She didn't look right and was sluggish and when we realized she wasn't really eating, that sealed it. We got her in at the vet at the last minute that afternoon. I had a hard time falling asleep; kept going in to check on her.

..... Before Mark left for work I asked him to go check on her. When he came back and said she didn't make it, I bawled. He stayed home from work. I broke the news to Trinity. She cried and cried and I cried right along with her.

..... Will was concerned that perhaps we were wrong. Part of his processing it was to actually look and touch her. He wanted to make her move.

..... We let Trinity take the lead on how she wanted to deal with things. A shoebox with a pink lid was appropriate she thought. Her daddy dug a nice hole in the back yard. The kids helped fill it back in.

..... All day we were subject to tearing up. We decided we would wait a couple of weeks before entertaining the possibility of a new small pet. I mean, Mia was so cool! For real ... a cool rodent. She had personality. She oinked ... when she heard one of us in the kitchen. She came to the door of her cage when we opened it and stood up if she wanted to be held. She also, and most adorably so, would hold her chin up high in the air and let you scratch and rub under her chin. (See picture at left.) Her nostrils were two different colors; one dark, one pink. And the whiskers on each side were corresponding colors; light and dark. She was no ordinary rodent.

..... Thursday the kids and I were so sad. Her cage was still there with her tiny carrot and spinach left. It stood empty and frankly, it was hard to bare. So, we went to look at rats. Yes, rats. My thinking was that if Trinity wanted one that might just work. I would in no way get attached, so I wouldn't have to worry about letting go of another pet. Well, as it turns out, doggone rats have a much shorter life expectancy that guinea pigs. Argh!

..... Petsmart let Trinity hold a rat. She just didn't seem comfortable. Then we got the lifespan data. That idea was a dud. We decided to go to the pet store we'd gotten Mia at. We thought surely they would have a baby we could hold and love on ... ya know, tangible therapy of sorts.

..... They had babies. One 8 week old little angel with crazy hair. Another 5 week old little angel who was white with pink eyes. Oh, we loved on them and loved on them and it was so good for us. So, we left.

..... Then, we pulled over and called Daddy. Most of this information was exchanged. Yes, we found one. Is is too soon, is it okay? By the way, we didn't just find one. We found two. We can't choose between them. And, oh yeah, one is a girl and one is a boy.

..... By the time the call was over we could go back and get one. And Daddy was apparently in shock. (Two? They want two? And a pair no less?) So anyway, a crazy haired little fellow came home with us that afternoon. He is an Abyssinian piggie. His name is Jasper. He is so soft and pretty mellow. He is primarily Trinity's pet.

..... After much conversation and having a night to sleep on it, Mark decided if we really wanted a second one, well, we could indeed have her!!! I was floored. So, we went on Friday and picked up Joy. She was destined to be Alice (Alice and Jasper from Twilight) but it just didn't fit her. Joy worked. She is a Teddy Bear piggie with funny hair. She is very gentle but still pretty scared of us. She's so tiny and just as precious as can be. An added twist with Joy is that she is primarily William's pet. Hmmm .... After we got her home and started looking at her, we realized she had one dark ear and one pink ear. And even more cool, one dark nostril and one pink nostril ... just like our Mia. At left is a picture of Bella checking out Joy. She licks them ... and wags her tail. I think she is hoping we'll put one down so she can chase them.

..... And what do you do with two guinea pigs?? Well, let's just say that come July or August, our family may grow just little. That's right. We are actually planning on having wittle cavies (piglets) at our house!

..... Here's the pair of new members of our family. They are so cool and we're enjoying them already. They really have eased the pain of losing Mia. She was special. They won't replace her. But they sure have made their own places in our hearts!

25 Random Things About Me

So this is a repeat of a Note I posted on my facebook page. If you read that one, don't waste your time, as this is exactly the same!

1. I detest potluck meals. All those weird things that people probably licked their fingers making with kids helping themselves and sneezing in dishes. Uck. I'll pass, thanks.

2. Don't touch my pillow. Don't put my pillow on the floor, by penalty of death. Don't lay on my pillow, by penalty of painful death. Thank you.

3. I do not like for my food to touch other food on my plate. I avoid juicy things so the juice doesn't touch the non-juicy things.

4. I love Christian romance fiction with an Amish element. Reading novels such as these has encouraged my next random thing.

5. I am in the process of learning to quilt. At 35 I thought I would be the youngest student but I'm actually not. I love it. It is an expensive hobby. I'm enjoying although the kids haven't eaten in a month and have no college in their future.

6. I am a Girl Scout troop leader. I love it so much that sometimes I think I would want to keep being a leader even if my daughter no longer wanted to be in scouts.

7. I have more friends in Grand Junction, CO, in two years than I had in Deer Park, TX, in six. I don't know why, I'm just sayin'.

8. I miss Rosie O'Donnell's magazine and TV Show. (I don't miss her on The View so much.) Her magazine was my most favorite and her TV show rocked.

9. I hate vegetables. I'd rather chew on grass. I can't help it. They gag me.

10. I would absoultely love an Amish pen pal.

11. I manage to get my house cleaner for guests that are here for a few hours than I do for my family that are here 24/7. I don't pretend to understand that.

12. Simon actually likes me on Wii American Idol.

13. I spent an hour playing Skee Ball at Chuck E. Cheese (during a weekday) for my last birthday.

14. My 11 year old Peek-a-Poo is going to live forever. She just is.

15. I want to go to Hawaii some day. Badly.

16. I really hate the idea of walking in or out of the church auditorium while worship is ongoing. I would rather not go at all if we are going to be late or wet my pants than to get up. It would be especially dreadful if I had to wrestle a 4 year old in the aisle while he's screaming, "I don't want a spanking,". How embarrassing would that be??????????

17. I hate the noise our humidifiers make. It is not comforting or soothing. It grates on my nerves.

18. The only way I like to be awake at 6 am is if I have stayed up that late from the night before.

19. I love putting together computerized jigsaw puzzles.

20. I love paint by number puzzles (a.k.a. nonograms, paint doku)

21. I want to go camping ... in our pop up camper ... with my laptop ... and dvd's. Rustic, I know.

22. I enjoy fishing although I prefer my bait not be moving. I wish we fished more often.

23. I'm still surprised people look different from the last time I saw them on facebook. It truly surprises me when they don't look like they did 15 or 20 years ago when I last saw them in middle or high school.

24. It amazes me how often I still think of my Granny and wish she could have met my husband and children. I would love to see the approval that was never absent from her eyes. 18 years have gone by since she passed on to glory ... still wish I could talk to her once more.

25. I will most likely be in line with all of the teeny boppers in Grand Junction on March 21 to get the Twilight dvd.

Breakfast with William

I could have missed it. I could have walked away. I could have dropped him off at day care. I could have missed it; breakfast with William. We had the best talk; he over his Cinnamon Toast Crunch and I with my heart healthy oatmeal.

“Our tummies are in the middle of us, right Mom?” he asked.

“Right Will,” I answered.

“I have a wittle tummy now but someday I’ll have a big tummy like you,” he stated. (I winced.)

“Then I’ll be a grown up.”

“That’s right Will,” I assured him.

“Then I’ll have to go to work won’t I?” he questioned.

“Yes, you probably will angel man.”

“How will I get there? Will I go with Daddy?” he quizzed me further.

“Well, you might work with Daddy but you’ll probably have a job somewhere else. Soon you’ll start learning more in school and someday you’ll go to college. That is probably when you’ll decide what kind of job you’d like to have,” I suggested.

“Or maybe I’ll just get in love,” William stated.

“Well, I suppose that’s a possibility. You’ll probably still want a job though,” I told him.

“I might marry, uh, her, the one with the Thomas train,” he said.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said.

I could have missed it. Thank God for little jewels like that hidden in the busy-ness of my life. And thanks to my dear husband who not only encourages me daily but works so hard so I can not miss those precious moments.

Angels Unaware

A week ago I was in great distress. Will, our 4 yo, really flipped out. His behavior was just awful. Obedience? Non-existent. I was at my wit's end. I didn't want to take him anywhere.

Angel #1 - The lady at church who confessed her second child, a son, blew her mind. She too had a daughter first who gave her no trouble at all. Then, when number two came along, she no longer felt she knew anything about being a parent. This was after church and I started tearing up as she told me about her experience. Bless you, Jill!!

Angel #2 - The man at Barnes and Noble last Tuesday ... Will held the door open for you and you said, "What a nice young man!"

I said, "We're sure trying."

"Looks like you're doing a great job," the man replied.

I felt kind of bad for hoping he left before Will had a chance to throw a fit.

Bless you, Mr. Man.

Angel #3 - A friend who recently asked if she and her husband could come by a visit with us about parenting and homeschooling. They are planning to adopt soon and want to pick our brain ... get tips from the "experts". How amazing does that feel to have someone love your kids enough to think you are a good parent? Bless you, my dear.

As I started writing this, Will got mad because I wouldn't let him have a cookie before he eats his lunch. He is now banished to his room after screaming, a spanking, and kicking at me. I'm trying to focus on the good days and know that this won't last forever. I do grow weary though and feel constantly as if I'm failing William somehow.

Dogless Days of November

Yesterday all three dogs were at the vet all day long for surgeries. Macy and Simba, our seniors as the vet called them, had their teeth cleaned and a couple pulled. Baby Bella Blue got spayed. It was so very weird around our house with them gone! I definitely need to always have at least one, two are better, pooches around me.

When they got home Macy was business as usual. The other two, not so much. Simba was literally walking around the yard wailing. I let him in and slept by my bed until late last night. Bella was miserable too. It was as if someone had burst her proverbial bubble. They were absolutely pitiful.

Things look better this morning. Everyone has eaten a little and mommy has distributed all the appropriate medications. Glad my canine babies are back with me!

Puppy's First Haircut

Regarding my last blog, I guess if you are going to go out on a limb, you might as well go all by yourself so the limb doesn't break. Maybe I'll be quoted on that some day.

Anyway, Madame Bella got groomed for the first time yesterday. She hated every minute of it but she looks really cute if I do say so myself ... but you be the judge!

She's doing pretty well on house breaking. She even scratches on the door often to go out. She loves Macy and Simba and has totally rejuvenated Macy Moose. She gets her running and playing and wrestling. It is fun to watch. Anyway, don't OD on cuteness.

Passing Comment?

I commented today on a remark made by a friend of mine on her facebook page. Her name is Deana and she lives in Arkansas, but don't hold that against her. She's a transplant, a native Texan in fact.

Deana stated she had the safety of the Obama family in her prayers. I so got that but others didn't. I can't help but wonder why.

My comment was as follows: "There's a special kind of crazy that racists and white supremacists possess. A scary kind of crazy, to me anyway. Any kind of hate that motivates grown men to wear hoods and dance around a fire together while burning the symbol of our Lord's most precious sacrifice is indicative of a scary, special kind of crazy. And even if they don't do that, their are many levels of nutjobs out there. But Deana may be thinking something else ..."

I mean, I'm in no way the most educated of persons. I do read though and I own a television and I am aware that these people exist. They are organized and their hate is spread through generations and they are capable of great evil. I think it is very reasonable to worry about the safety of our President elect.

I think Barack Obama has the challenge of uniting our country, restoring our reputation and replenishing our hope. I happen to believe he has the wisdom and ability to do just that. He can "use his words" as most of us were taught in Kindergarten to solve problems. Oh, I am so excited of what the future holds!

I know that older generations will have a hard time with this. They were taught differently. I don't blame them and I don't exactly blame the generation before them. But as Maya Angelou said, "When you know better, you do better." I know better. Hopefully my kids will know even better than I do. My generation is breaking the mold on hatred, be it based on ethnicity, gender, sexual orientation or skin color. Break, break, break.

I am also well aware that there are plenty of people my age and younger who still perpetuate the hate. They writhed in their seats at the thought of a black President. They were thrilled to see the slander pour into their inboxes (and more than happy to pass it on) that gave them so called justification for their choice at the polls. And let's be clear here ... they weren't so much choosing John McCain as they were allowing themselves to hate Barack Obama.

Bill Maher said, "23% of Texans still think Barack Obama is a Muslim," just a few days before the election. Two things are sad about that. One, that they thought it was true and that fact allowed them to hate him and not vote for him. And two, they allowed that to be a reason to hate him. How embarrassing on both counts ... and on soooo many levels.

(My favorite haters are the ones who had double hate. They hated him because they thought he was a Muslim and then they hated him because of Reverend Wright. So a Muslim sat in a Christian church and listened to Rev. Wright week after week. Sure. WhatNever. Perhaps you should have to pass a minimal IQ test to be allowed to register to vote.)

I realize that many Republicans suffered a disappointing blow with the direction this campaign went. However, I appreciate so much the ones who have since adjusted their mind set enough to offer support to our new Commander in Chief; who have realized what an amazing accomplishment Barack Obama's election is for our country; and those who have not started down a hateful, bitter, racist path to hope for nothing but the demise of our new leader.

To those wallowing in their own hate and bitterness, step up.

You Can SO Force Potty Training

William is potty trained. He warmed up to it after I got him some boxers. He didn't appreciate the positioning or the close quarters that briefs caused. So, tiny little boxers invaded my weekly laundry and now he goes back and forth between boxers and briefs. He's still sleeping in a diaper or pull up but we're in undies all day.

It is a new chapter ... and it feels weird to not have a "baby" in diapers anymore. That's not exactly a complaint, it is just weird.

From the Mouths of Babes

We were in the school room this morning and William was coloring his C-C-Camel. He declared, "Daddy will be so impressed with this camel."

I said, "William, it is impressive that you used the word impressed."

He followed up with, "Yeah, he's so gonna love this."

Fun moment I got ... not a preschool teacher somewhere.

A couple of days ago I asked Trinity if Curious George and Huntley were friends. She said, "Not really. Huntley wants the lobby to be dignified and George is always making messes."

Impressed from a 4 year old and dignified from a 7 year old. I guess homeschooling isn't damaging them after all. LOL

It's a Girl!

My family is twitterpated right now. Very much so. There's a new little lady in our family.

Last Wednesday we drove to Denver so that we could pick her up at the airport on Thursday morning. I found a breeder in Washington state who discounted her significantly because she looked a little different than her other Shorkies and she was already 3 1/2 months old. The Breeder had told me she was 4 1/2 months old but I think she goofed. Her shot record says she was born on June 5.

Folks, God reached down from heaven and said, "This lady in Colorado ... this puppy in Washington ... they were meant to be together. Make it so number one. I mean make it so myself."

I had planned for years to get a Yorkie and name it Gizmo. Seeing how expensive they are around here, I was going to settle for a Shih Tzu. Then I discovered Shorkies ... a wonderful combination of the two! Bella is colored like Yorkies, which is what I wanted. She has a long body of a Shih Tzu, the long tail, floppy ears, and a very slight underbite. She weighs about 4 lbs. and shouldn't get to more than 6 1/2. (For those who know my Macy, she weights 10 lbs.)

(Here was the picture the breeder sent that won my heart.)

After seeing her picture from the breeder, we all decided the name Bella would suit her better than Gizmo. Once we got her, we started debating between Maggie and Gracie. We even got friends and family in on the voting between the two. Finally, we decided on ........ Bella. Bella Blue. (Adding Blue helps Will with his "l's" for some reason.) Don't tell Mark that my Johnny's daughter is Ella Blue. : )

(Picture from the airport the day we picked her up.)

She was painfully shy with us at first. I felt so bad for her. She was so happy to see Macy and Simba when we got home. She finally wagged her tail. And even though they both shunned her at first, she continued to be enamored with them. Macy has actually warmed up, even though she doesn't want to sit or lay by her. She'll actually play with her and run around.

After a week she's peed on the carpet only once which is better than Will has done. LOL. That's not bad for a less than four month old. (It is kind of frustrating for a just turned 4 year old though.)

She is embracing us. She insists on being right by me all day. Which, of course, I love. She has a funny little bark and growl.

A couple of nights ago the kids came down after their bath and were sitting on the couch with Mark and Macy. Bella went running over there barking at them as if they were strangers breaking in. Macy hopped down as if to check out what the problem was. Not sure what little bit thought was happening but she tucked her tail between her legs and bolted toward me yelping the whole way as if her tail were on fire. We laughed so hard. Still do when we talk about it.

We sure are enjoying her. Puppy smooches to all.

Blackmail or Under the Influence?

What makes someone choose chaos in their life? What makes someone choose repeatedly a person who has no reguard for anyone but themselves over others who love them and will support them?

I don't understand how someone who is mean, careless, selfish, hateful, rude, mentally unstable, let's just call it psychotic ... how can someone like this get their way all the time? How can they run all over loving, innocent people and no one ever say ENOUGH!

It must be blackmail ... or someone is being drugged to let this horrible person ruin the lives of innocent, godly, hardworking people.

Lord, bless the hearts of those I write about. Father, help them see they are making everything worse by allowing this behavior to continue, as well as harboring it and nurturing it. Father, give me the words or show me the actions needed to help heal and better this situation if indeed I can.

My Own Words Haunt Me

As of last Wednesday, August 13, I began physical therapy for intense pain I've been having in my lower back.

The first day went well. I felt sore that night but the next day I was phenomenally better. Then I went back on Friday. It was not as fun any more.

She makes me use muscles I don't have. My legs, my backside, my tummy ... my moosles don't work that way. And that night, I hurt and ached very much. The next day I felt even worse.

I told Mark last night, while I was actually feeling very well, that I didn't know if I would go back. He didn't miss a beat and reminded me of how I "encouraged" Trinity to continue her therapy for her broken arm last summer ... even though it was not fun and it was very uncomfortable for her.

Argh! He can't remember a 5 item grocery list for 15 minutes but he can pull that out of his hat from a year ago???? Not fair.

I Have Something For You

A follow up to the last post sort of.

Well, she never ... came up to me and said, "Mommy, I have something for you," followed by a great big hug. He did. I wanted to buy him a pony.

Then, a few days later I told him I wished he had something for me. He said it again, "Mommy, I have something for you."

"You do?" I asked. "What?"

"A change," he replied.

"Change to what?" I inquired.

"Change to my diaper; I have poopy."

Oh my son, you quack me up!!!!!!

If only potting training could be forced. My baby will be 4 next month. I'm ready for a break from diapies.

Well, She Never! #1

You ever hear older folks exclaim, "Well I never!" when they are shocked by certain behaviors?

Regarding my son and his older sister I shout a resounding, "Well SHE never!"

Over the years I have found myself saying this many times. Will tries all sorts of things Trinity would never try. He gets into more mischief, he is more vocal, and recently, well recently he caught me off guard.

Mark was in the garage cleaning out Lucinda while I was loading sheets into the washing machine. Will walks up and says, "There's a brown thing with a hole in it in here."

"What brown thing?" I ask.

"I don't know," he replied.

"A brown thing in where?" I ask.

"Here," he says and points to his nose.

Well, she never ... so this was a first for me. I opened the garage door and told Mark I needed his help with Will. I went to get tweezers and met Mark coming in as I was headed back to Will. I began envisioning a long wait in the ER and started plotting to find a weekend emergency clinic. Thoughts of the item, which I was now thinking was a plastic bead, entering a sinus cavity and needing emergency surgery were running through my head.

So there we stood; I with my tweezers and Mark with a suction bulb (the one we brought home from the hospital with William). Finally I worked up enough nerve and pulled the object of concern out. As it turned out it was about a half inch long, much to my surprise. It was a little plastic sleeve that covers up the little pins that hold shelves in place on cheaper furniture. What on earth?

I was on the verge of tears during the brief ordeal but also found myself giggling and shaking my head. What else can you do? Will keeps life interesting. He challenges me almost every day, but I'm determined to raise a momma's boy. He really is my mini angel man.

Random Thoughts and Reports

Random Item #1 -

Ridgway State Park was beautiful and Clyde served us well. We spent Father's Day weekend there and enjoyed every minute. To the right you'll find a picture of our campsite there. To the lower left you'll find a picture of Will enjoying his trike with God's glory rising high behind him.

Random Item #2 -

Here’s the Memo
For a good twenty years now, quite possibly longer, it has been considered quite uncool to wear black socks or even dark socks with shorts and sneakers. I thought it was common knowledge but recently I’ve noticed men of all ages trying to pull off this look. So guys, if there isn’t a woman in your life at all or if there isn’t one who loves you enough to keep you from leaving the house this way, consider this my mission of mercy. It’s your memo … your 4-1-1. Don’t commit this assault on fashion any longer.

Random Item #3 -

I'm a Democrat. People who've known me for years may not know that. Now you do. Forward your garbage about Barack Obama to someone else. Those of you who persist in calling him Osama ... something is really wrong with you. He is not a Muslim. He did not refuse to say the Pledge of Allegiance nor refuse to put his hand over his heart for it. Here's a little gem of wisdom for you schmucks who keep forwarding everything that lands in your inbox: JUST BECAUSE YOU READ SOMETHING IN AN EMAIL DOESN'T MEAN IT IS TRUE. Shocking I know.

Random Item #4 -

People keep saying to me that we can't just pull out of the war in the Middle East. When you ask them why they say, "We just can't." Stupidity abounds.

Random Item #5 -

My back hurts. Badly.

Random Item #6 -

I've been checking out Northern Exposure episodes from our library. It is an interesting show. I love the Alaskan setting. Gets a little goofy but it passes the time.

Random Item #7 -

It is okay for women to want to have fun and fellowship at a Ladies' Retreat. It is not just about the spiritual food or simply connecting with God. He is glorified through our connecting to each other and most normal human beings crave such connections.

Random Item #8 -

I really enjoy reading Christian novels that take place in the Amish community. I wish I could be a pen pal with an Amish woman my age.

Random Item #9 -

Those of you who harbor racist thoughts but think you aren't teaching your kids racism, or perhaps you know you are teaching them to be racists and are even a little proud of it, this is for you: (but you won't get it)

You've got to be taught to hate and fear

You've got to be taught from year to year

It's got to be drummed in your dear little ear

You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught to be afraid

Of people whose eyes are oddly made

and people whose skin is a different shade

You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught before it's too late

before you are six or seven or eight

To hate all the people your relatives hate

You've got to be carefully taught.

--From the musical, South Pacific

Just a bunch of things that have been on my mind and in some cases bothering me lately. Probably enough for now.

Piercing Moment

I got Trinity's ears pierced when she was one year old. She cried for a milli-second and then it was over. She enjoyed earrings until she was at least 4 but then went for a significant amount of time without wearing any. Well, they closed up. Some think that is impossible but I assure you it isn't.

See, her mommy got her ears pierced when she was in 8th grade. It took three trips to the mall before I finally worked up enough courage. I think the time I went through with it I was with my Aunt Ileene. Anyway, after wearing earrings for over 15 years, mine closed up too when I went for a long time without wearing earrings.

I've been wanting to go get them pierced for a year or two now but I was waiting on Trinity so I could use it as an incentive for her. We could get them done together. Finally last week she was ready.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008, Trinity gets her ears pierced at Claire's. She was stunned and teared up after the first one so I lit a fire under the girl doing the piercing and she quickly got the second one in. Then, Trinity's mommy got her ears pierced too. Have your 7 year old watch you. You can't react at all. It wasn't bad. Weird sensation.

So, we're styling in our new ear lobe bling. Happy happy.

Hair Caddy Camping

Currently packing for the big CO. Springs trip. I had a funny thought about our last camping trip I wanted to share. I needed a little break so this is good.

So we get to Ridgway a few weeks ago and we're unloading things from the camper (from here out to be known as Clyde) and Mark comes across Trini's hair caddy. He looks at me funny and insinuates it is strange to bring a hair caddy on a camping trip. I clued him in as to the details of keeping a little girls' hair in order. I pointed out how one day of tangles makes life very difficult around here. He smirked and went on his way.

The next morning as we're getting ready for the day Trini comes up to me looking concerned.

"Mom," she says, "We forgot my hair caddy. Oh no. What will we do?" (She didn't realize that mommies pack everything.)

As fate would have it she said this in front of her daddy. As if to admit defeat, he threw up his hands, shrugged his shoulders, shook his head in dibelief and walked away.

Oh how he will enjoy her teenage years ...

Oh how I enjoy her girlie little moments and the pure confusion it brings my dear husband ...

Not Knocked Up

Well, the guinea pig formerly known as Lacey, now known as Mia Rose is in fact not preggers. According to the rudest veterinarian in the whole world she is pleasantly plump. He isn't rude because he said she was pleasantly plump. He's rude because he had the bedside manner of a viper. I think he is related to Trinity's Orthopaedic doctor from last year.

Anyways, Mia Rose is not a Mamma Mia. Wouldn't that have been cute though? Fad-ulous as well with the movie coming out this summer but alas, it is not the case.

She's still a sweetie despite the horrible handling she endured yesterday. We gave her some space the rest of the day to recover from her assault.

We are in the last week of Kara, Inc.'s visit. I'm trying to focus on the positive ... having the house back to the usual residents and not going constantly. However, the bottom line is that I'm gonna miss 'em something fierce. I've gotten use to them all being here. It is more fun to go do things with them in tow. The kids have gotten along well and Kara and I have done pretty good at getting everyone fed and cared for.

I am also trying to just look forward to our upcoming vacation. Colorado Springs is one of my favorite places to visit. We plan to take the kids to the zoo there (quite possibly my favorite zoo ever) and also to Santa's Workshop. My children love the rides and shows there but will not even consider saying hello to the man in red himself.

We'll be camping in Clyde, our new pop-up camper. We'll set up the tent too for Kara and Chad (my bro-in-law) to sleep in. Chad is meeting us there and will be reuniting with his family after sharing them with us for a month.

We love our camper. It has a slide out dining table area that converts to a bed. It also has a hard side shower and potty inside as well. It sleeps 6.5 comfortably. We're looking forward to using it again. (Incidentally Clyde is now towed my practice mid-life crisis vehicle, Lucinda.) Lucinda is a silver Honda Pilot and I LOVE HER. She is very mine. Even when Mark is around I drive most of the time.

We had Clyde's maiden voyage in Amarillo at the beginning of June and have since taken it to Ridgway State Park which is about an hour and a half south of us. That was tons of fun and we had a great time. It was gorgeous.

I'm glad April has jumpstarted me to blogging again. I never know when the urge will hit me but I do enjoy writing from time to time so it's a good thing. Check out her new blog if you want to know a little more about my best friend (www.hog-wild-rice.blogspot.com). Incidentally, she is probably the reason God transplanted us in southern Arkansas for five years in 1996.

Laters!

Knocked Up?

.....Oh how I hope my title arouses some curiosity. Mark and I really shouldn't acquire pets ... maybe never.

.....Trinity got a guinea pig this week. To be honest it happened quickly because her mommy really wanted one too. After starting some research and looking around, we found the perfect little old lady of a guinea pig at a nice little pet store here in town.

.....Back to Mark and I ... we got our beagle Peanut right after we came back from our honeymoon back in 1995. We both cried through the first few nights of having her. She was crazy and hyper and crying for her littermates and her mom I'm sure. A year ago we lost her to old age and her body failing her.

.....Trinity got an aquarium from Santa a couple of years ago. She picked out a few fish. Meaning to have mating occur, even though she doesn't know about mating, we got a male and a female guppy and then one each of a few others.

.....One night Mark and I found ourselves trying to separate young guppies from young black mollies from a tetra (community fish) that was trying to eat them as well as from their own parents; the guppy pair and an apparently premiscuous black molly, the now single mother. Well into the night we maneuvered plastic boxes and nets to insure the safety of all involved.

.....Side note: Trini hasn't learned about the birds and the bees yet. I plan to maintain her innocence (and ignorance) for as long as possible. Anyway, she's really struggling with how the guinea pig, currently called Lacy, could have babies without a daddy. Her solution to the mystery is that she must have "shared her love" with the daddy already. Heaven help us get through this ordeal without too much education for my child.

.....No. I do not believe, in any way, that just because a child asks a question that she is ready for the answer. Maybe an answer that's a version of the truth, but no. Not the whole, big picture truth.

.....So, the sweetest large guinea pig you've ever seen now resides with our family. She is a precious, precious angel and we are crushing on her big time already. She came home on Tuesday. Kara is still here and she was looking at the little bulges on her belly and her little enlarged teets and has a theory that she is pregnant. Another tale of the plights of our family and pets. I have to say it would be really neat but it wasn't what we bargained for.

.....Lacy (who may soon be known as Mia or Maya as Trini is still in the naming process) is really loving. In the above picture you can see her holding up her chin so Trini can pet her under there. How cool is that? Her face is half white and half brown and her coinciding nostrils match; one white, one brown.

.....Lacy had a previous owner that had to surrender her. The pet store had taken her in and gave us a discount. It is hard to imagine that they would have passed up the profits of some possible little "piglets". Only time will tell. Enjoy some pics of our new baby/momma. We'll keep you posted.

Welcome to the Jungle

Well, if April is blogging I guess I'll have to get back in the habit. LOL It will take away from my Webkinz playing time. Seriously, I love playing on Webkinz. I tend my gardens and do my little jobs. I love computer games. Fun fun.

Right now I have three extra people in my house. Sounds crazy, and it is little zoo / jungle like, but we're having a really great time. It is my sister Kara and her kids. They come home with us from TX last week and will stay until July 4th weekend.

The girls are going to day camp this week with Girl Scouts. The boys are playing outside constantly and getting to go on a few little field trips here and there. We're having fun.

This weekend we're all going camping in our new pop-up RV. It is so nice and we're looking forward to using it again. We stopped in Amarillo, the town God hasn't checked on for awhile, and spent the night at a KOA there on the way home last week. It sleeps well. It has a hard side shower and toilet inside and a full, though miniature, kitchen. The dining table area slides out and makes into a bed. We'll take some pictures to share this weekend and who knows. Maybe I'll post 'em on my blog. We'll see if it comes alive again.

Kara and I are both reading "Created to Be His Help Meet" by Debi Pearl. She started before me even though I bought the books. Some of it is hard to digest but most of that is because I need to hear it. I'm hoping it will connect me more to God's purpose for me as Mark's wife; his "help meet".

Better scoot. Wal-mart calls for some last minute camping needs and I've got some things to do when we get back.

Laters!