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Sometimes bad things happen. And bad things happen to good people. This i know. But tell me, internet, what do you do when words are not the answer... but words are all you have?

Accidents happen. You see... hear about... read... fires, car crashes, motorcycles dumped in the street, and you look, listen, double check the names... faces... places... Because 99 times its no one you know. 99 times you don't hold your breath, but after every 99 times that passes you by, there's 1 that hits home, 1 you won't forget.

-over and out-

10:20pm, Footnote:
As requested, it should be mentioned that all family members, homes and animals of my loved ones and I are safe. A tragic accident has taken a young friend... think good thoughts and look to the sky.
Thanks.

A Picture Share!

Dirty Hippy Feet

Happy Mother's Day!

I want to take this moment to wish a Happy Mother's Day to all the mom's I know and love. My mom, my mom's-in-law (yes, there are 2... can you believe it?) all the grandmothers for having all these parents... you know how it works.

I thought I knew what it was like to be a mom before I became one. Like, you know, I have 2 sisters, the oldest of 3 girls born to the oldest of 3 girls and all that. I understand kids, I understand women. So I thought I knew what was up with this whole parenting thing. But, what I did not get was the complete picture. All the sacrifice, strife, long days, no pay, no sick or vacation time, no thanks both when they can't OR can talk.... all of it. And hear me now: I DO KNOW WHAT I PUT MY PARENTS THROUGH. I willingly admit that I was an insane child at times, deceitful, rude, and of course did plenty of things to make myself appear obnoxious in public, smoked, drank, tried drugs and the like, BUT the one thing I maintain is that through it all I loved and respected my parents and I knew that their job with me was at times living hell and I love that they put up with me. And look, all that crap led me to be the well adjusted, mild mannered person you see today! LMAO.

So... this is a great thanks. Thanks for putting up with all my crap mom, for loving me even when you wanted to scream, for screaming alone in the bathroom instead of in my face, for taking us to MacDonald's even when there was no money, for pretending there always WAS money even where there wasn't, for making me feel safe, for trying not to ground me too often, and for telling me you also liked it better when I was not in school. Thanks for teaching me how to play, how to laugh, how to sing and be silly, so that now, I can do all of those things for Elliott. Thanks for putting in, and for still putting in all the hard work. Who loves you Momma?

To all my friends who are now Moms: Yucca, Hiro, Eryn, Lisa, Deanna, Emily, Janka, Jackie, Tiffany(ee), Browning & Deborah.... let's hang in there together. Happy Mother's Day... I love you guys and all these babies.

-over and out-

Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle

I'm sorry, so sorry

Amazing. Internet, you really do stop by to see me, and you really care! LMAO. I got 3 seperate phone calls yesterday admonishing me for taking so many pictures of the happenings around here, yet leaving out our little plot of grass. So sorry, I forgot that everyone likes to look at grass. ;-)

Yesterday Rach-o, me & The Bean went to lunch at a super fancy resturant in Downtown. The kind of place where the menu changes daily, they bring multiple courses and complimentary glasses of wine with lunch. That's what I'm talkin about. When we first went in I was a little nervous about a few things. My attire for one, (clad in chuck taylors, capri pants, and my "Support the Arts, Sleep with a Musician" t-shirt) let alone walking in with a baby in tow, but all went well. Elliott was extremely well behaved, and dined on cream of asparagus soup, polenta and some crusty bread. I was probably in my early 20s before I dined in resturants of that calibur, and here is my bebe' begging open-mouthed for more asparagus soup. The finer things in life are simply, well, finer, and apparrently even a 9 month old can figure that out.

In Other News:

Our TiVo is having some issues, and rather than giving it an enema "they" just sent us a new one. Which means that I have about 68 hours of recorded TV to get through before installing the new system, as well as watching it all before any new episodes of my programs need to be recorded, so that I have the time to set all my timers up on the new box. God forbid I miss an episode of Gilmore, Scrubs, GH, Desperate Housewives or 30 minute meals. The dilemmas of a girl who loves technology... Right?

-over and out-

1/38 of an acre, with grass

Lunch at Osteria Via Stato

My oh my

Whattzup Internet!

Let me tell you, since my last visit, we have been crazy busy around here. The good nights of sleep have finally returned, and with it came tons of energy! Can you feel me? In less than 1 weeks time I have:

a. Gone out to see live music with Fer. I know, can you believe it? Out in public, sans child, after 8pm! Granted, the first 2 performers made me want to drink myself into oblivion and maybe slash my wrists, (see photos below) but The Wandering Endorphin (who we were there to see) and the following band were worth the misery. The first girl was a total born-again jesus nut, in between songs she was asking everyone to "try jesus". Awesome. Just the good time we are looking for while enjoying a nice bottle of wine with friends. (Thanks again K & J)

The Next joker was REALLY SPECIAL. He considered himself country, and the only thing I could figure about why he thought that was his crazy-ass long hair (see photo) and the fact that he sang a song that literally had the lyrics "After September 11/ I was so depressed/ I think I need a beer/ Jesus would understand/ he changed the water into wine/I think I need a beer." Right. After that was a song about how he misses his wife, please come back home, "I should'a helped you more, makin' breakfast and gettin' the kids off to school." Dude, somehow I don't think that's what made her leave. Call me crazy, but i think there are other problems there, like you suck.

On a good note, The Wandering Endorphin kicked some ass, so i guess it was worth it.

b. Poop deck no longer. That's right. Rather than talking about things we want to do, Fer and I stepped up to the plate, cleaned the backyard and laid some sod. Hot, I know. I made the mistake and turned to my new neighbor who tore out his kitchen and 2 bathrooms this weekend and said "Not bad for one days work, right?" Riiiight. Gutting a house in 1 day, laying sod in 1/38 of an acre. Somehow those things just don't seem parallel. LMAO.

c. The 3rd picture is of my little handi-work these past 2 days. I recovered our dining room chairs and made a table runner with the sewing machine my mom got me last year. Which means that I also set up a sewing table in the basement!

I know what you are thinking; She's moved to the midwest, her hair is long, she watches General Hospital & cooking shows, joined a mommy & me class, and now sewing? But trust me, this inner nerd has been here all along, some of you had to have known that.

In Other News:

I think that may have been more than enough for some to digest all in one post. To both Sleestacks & Bartleby, so sorry if I have forever ruined your image of me... There's a lot of layers in here... more than a tootsie pop anyway. ;-)

-over and out-

I DO need a beer, or a bottle of wine, or something

The "I Think i need a beer" band

I'm Crafty too...