Some Random Stuff.. on a Thursday

1. Bailey was spayed this week. Tuesday morning to be more exact. The Boy dropped her off on his way to work, and she stayed overnight and until yesterday afternoon on his way home from work. We've only had her here for 4 months, but in that short time she has become such an integrated part of our family. We all (well, I don't know about "Mr. I pretend I hate cats") missed her while she was gone. I was not here when she came back.. and it was so nice to come home from drumming yesterday and hear her jingling on her way to meet me at the door. She was quiet yesterday, and sore. She didn't mew once, and the kids were worried about that.

CSI: Backyard

People... I can't make this stuff up. First it was the wack-job who drove the bulldozer into the Police Department. (still haven't heard what is to become of him) Now, today, we have another wack-job... who robbed our little bank. On a BIKE. We received notice as we were dismissing the kids at the end of the day, that the bank had been held up and the guy had fled on a bike. Being we are less than 1/2 a mile from the bank, and many of our kids walk home, some near the bank.. this was a concern. We held them for a few extra minutes, while my good friend drove down to the end of my road in her truck, and made sure the walking kids got to where they needed to be OK. There were about eleventy thousand police swarming around, so I don't think this was a concern. But alas.. it was the right thing to do.It made the kids feel better, and their parents I'm sure.

random iPod.. and some therapy

Pray God you can cope. I stand outside this woman's work, This woman's world. Ooh, it's hard on the man, Now his part is over. Now starts the craft of the father.
Tomorrow is the first day of fall. Long time readers of my blog know that I love fall. I enjoy the cool days. The colors of the trees, the sky, the produce at the farm stand. I love putting on my sweaters, that get stored over the warm months. I love walking in the morning before school and seeing frost on the grass, and not feeling so hot and nasty when I get back. I love the smells of fall. Wood smoke, and warm crunchy leaves... things baking in the oven. My best colors to wear are fall colors. It was no surprise to me to find this out.. I feel at home in fall.

In Which We Find... a Miserable Cold

It was bound to happen sooner or later. One of the students I work with, a little girl who is learning delayed and suffers from ADD, came to school on Monday with a cold. Stuffy, tired, miserable... and managed to sneeze, in true little kid fashion all over me and out stuff. I of course disinfected the whole area at the end of the day... and she was out of school Tues, Wed and Thurs. Today, I woke up with her cold. Just in time for the weekend. I started out feeling.. "meh".. and as the day has progressed on it has just worsened. Blah.

So.. I give to you.. some vacation eye candy. Have a good weekend.

Just Another Random Monday....

So, the Emmy's.. yah... didn't watch. I flipped through the major network channels at 9:00pm.. and didn't find them, so we watched some football and part of some movie and called it a night. Of course, I didn't think to check Fox. I hear that the dresses this year were decent, but the hair.. oh my the hair. That's the only reason I watch anyhow... I like to see what everyone is wearing/how they look etc. Maybe that makes me shallow. Maybe it means I don't care that much about Tee-Vee to have to watch award shows.

We Will Never Forget

It seems sometimes, that there are so many things to complain about. The traffic, the weather, the person at work who pissed us off, the mess the kids left in the middle of the room, bad hair days, too many bills, not enough time.... and the list goes on and on. It's become almost second nature in our country to just complain. I know I am as guilty of this as anyone. (you do read my blog, you know it's true).

Today though, today seems like a day that should be set aside to be grateful. A day to quietly reflect on the good things....the parts of our lives that are happy and full of joy. On a day that is solemn and sad... looking at the the positive might help to counter-balance the rest. Not to forget it.. just to keep focused on why it should be remembered. So, here's my list. The abridged version.

In Which We Find... Some Needed Prayers

Sometimes, you get good news and things go your way and everything is cheery and happy. Other times, life kicks your arse and leaves you hanging in the lurch, groping for some thread.. some tiny piece of something that you can grab onto and hang on like your life depended on it.

Last night, at apx. 11:30, my brother's best friends baby sister, whom I've known for a long, long time gave birth to her first baby. A lovely little girl whom has been anxiously and impatiently been waited for.

What a Stink......

We have a rule at my house. You get your dumb arse sprayed by a skunk.. you sleep in the barn. We have 2 old Army Cots out in the loft, reserved just for this purpose. The kids used to think it was a joke...until the last time they actually asked, "Where would we sleep in the barn?" and I told them they'd be lounging on a musty cot until the stink went away. In fact, we've had this rule longer than the barn.. because we had a cat in the city that got herself sprayed and we made her sleep outside. She stayed out until I went out the door and didn't smell the skunk on the porch (that was were she slept, under the porch). We have had our dog for 5 full years. She is 6 years, 4 mos old and we are going on our 6th year with her living with us. She has never been sprayed by a skunk.

Until tonight.

In Which We Find Some Knitting...

If you came here thinking this post was going to be about me knitting.. I'm sorry to disappoint you. The start of a new school year is always crazy and exhausting, and I haven't picked up my needles since I was on vacation. I do have some knitty things to share however, to end my vacation postings. This is a knitting display that was in a Servants room at Castle In the Clouds. I doubt the total authenticity of it, as the needles are far to fat to have created such fine details with that yarn shown, but I loved walking into the room and seeing it sitting on the rocking chair. Brings you back to a time when knitting was a necessity, not a hobby.