Baby Bouncers

Elenore is now three months old, and she thinks being laid down on the floor is torture in its purest form. So we trekked off to the local store to check out bouncers and other props for babies who cannot sit up by them-selves but demand to be sat up anyway. Elenore was with me sitting up in her car seat so she sucked on her pacifier while I browsed the some what limited selections, Every now and then I would hold some thing up and say how about this one? She would stop sucking to ponder the question, then after a few seconds resume sucking and close her eyes as if to say “we are tired, do not disturb us with these trivial nothings” OK then, So I stood in front of “Perfectly Pink with 6 Dangly toys and a 500 Hundred Song Data-base that Slides Left, Right, North and South and Canters” I guess that would cover everything, She will at least be able to sing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star by Nirvana while riding a horse and traveling in the right direction when she’s six, can you really pass up a deal like that? On the other hand (or actually to the left ) was a Rain forest Bouncer that was environmentally friendly, the box proclaimed it was once a bunch of dirty diapers and car tires and it will in 6 months disintegrate into earth friendly matter, as an added bonus it was pre-programmed to play a 24 hour live feed of NPR. Now come on I can’t let my daughter grow up to not care about the earth right? It was a muted point anyway, we left without purchasing a thing, I heard there was another store with more then two options somewhere to the north and of course after those last two selections that’s all I need, right?

I love to shop, I could spend all day looking at the ridiculous amount of STUFF they sell, that have ridiculous functions, really Elenore is happiest being held and cuddled, she loves to talk and be talked too, she does hate to lay on the floor but I would bet anything she has got the ceilings memorized by now, although I did try to convince her there was a new cobweb in the corner this morning, she wasn’t buying it, she swore it was there last week, but I digress, I will continue to hold her until they come out with a bouncer that doesn’t have more technology then my toothbrush. After all it only lasts so long.


Its been a while, sadly my Internet is down.

I am doing laundry. I hate doing laundry (somewhere a nudist is laughing his bare arse off at me) I cut down, I do really, I bag up clothes for the thrift store, then proceed to find twice as many articles of clothing on sale, on the other hand I am convinced clothes breed ! Do you know how many times I have been sorting tee-shirts and find a couple I swear I have never seen before, I can almost hear the other tee-shirts saying to the mama tee-shirt, “ooh does he have your pocket or what!”
On the other hand socks are sterile, they are a dying breed, I believe they just put them on the extinction list, and yet they widow and widowers of these socks, never die, they lie around un-mated for eternity, un-mated and unused, a thorn in the clothing society.
Go ahead nudists of world, Laugh!

I was just informed that my first name has been officially changed, I always thought there were forms to fill out and such, but apparently not, my first name used to be Kristal. Kristal is now my middle name, my first name is Mama. Now I sort of always new this, but yesterday my children asked me what my name was I told them “Kristal Chantelle” my first and middle names, Felicity had the kindness to tell me ” No your first name is Mama and your middle name is Kristal” I replied “what about Chantelle?” She (the 30 year old 3 year old) came back with “You can’t have that one anymore”.

The dryer just dinged, I have to go, I don’t want to, but I think the dryer hates his job and I can sympathize.


Today, My Rambling Thoughts

Trees in the Snow
(c) K.A.
I really thru that last post up! There are mistakes all over the place and it doesn’t make sense half of the time.

Why do children love bodily functions? Age old question I know. Everett, not feeling well, began to throw up the other night, I hollered out to Joff to bring me a towel because Everett was throwing up (repeat ) All of a sudden down the hall I could hear “where? where? I want to see, what color is it, did it get all over you!” two little girls ( they wish to remain unnamed, wouldn’t you?) stood in front of the bed, of course as soon as they came in they said “ewwww” and “gross” and “that’s yucky” well ya know what I could have told them that!

Have you ever been to a cafeteria full of children were the child who can “rip” the loudest is king for the day? Or maybe in the park, have you been to the park when a gang of children go running past, clothes flying off faster then light, frantic parents chasing after? Child Streak Day.

What about the kid who brought his throw up to show in tell in a bag? That one went down in the history of 1st Grade, I do wonder how he got it past his mom though………….

Enough of that, I am about to gag. Wouldn’t the kids love that?

Today was cold, I thought you should know in case you missed the weather report. As we speak the wind is howling to come in and I am stuffing the cracks in the floorboards and drinking tea to stay warm. Joff and the kids are asleep, I have the TV on for background noise, some criminal show, To quote

“Cops then new they were on the right trail”

“Someone had indeed use his car in 1981”

Very predictable and boring, but it is better then hearing the dog snuffle and snore, or worse lick himself.


The Death of Mr. Smith

I wish I could write a book, If I could I would write a mystery, I have it all planned out.
It would be about this woman Mrs. Tam say, anyway it would focus around her life and her reading this mystery book, the mystery would be read out along with her life, it would end and this is my fravorite part with her reading the last chapter of the mystery book (the book to be called the “The death of Mr. Smith) She and the readers of my book are just about to find out who did it. Here is the last paragraph of the book I will never write.

Mrs. Tam settled into her chair, It was late and she had better go to bed, but she really wanted to know who killed Mr. smith, she was betting on either Vera the limo driver or Tony the Cafe owner, really it had to be one of the two didn’t it? She sat her iced tea onto the table next to her, put a pillow behind her, when all of a sudden she felt a pressure in her chest, confused she looked up to see her best friend looking at her with a gun shaking in her hands, she opened her mouth, but couldn’t speak, she looked down at her book and realized as her blood and life drained away, she would never know who killed Mr. smith.

OK I think its a good idea, because you see you the reader would never know who killed Mr. Smith either!
LOL anyway.


My Blog, Music, Books and TV

OK a friend called up the other day and said “you know most blogs I have read are about something, what is yours about?”
Well to put it simply
I have thought about this, what after all do I know, a little bit of this and a little bit of that, but of myself I like to think I know lots, so this about is about me and the little bits I know of.
For example:
I love Berlin, Heart and IL Divo, I also, love that chanting monk stuff, classical violin and country, there are some worthy pieces of rap and of course rock in almost every form, Joff thinks my my broadminded love of music is a little too broadminded, perhaps, but that is how I am with most subjects. I have read and love just about every subject I can get my hands on, fiction and non-fiction, there are some I have read, shrugged my shoulders and moved on. Romance novels are the most predictable genre out there, I have a romance novel I have read once and once only, I keep it because it was a little bit different then the rest, it went through the usual junk, does he love me, does she love, dancing around kind of silliness, but the last two pages, were worth it, in two pages the author had the Hero rescue the Damsel and then the Damsel had her turn and rescued the Hero and then the Hero not to be out done rescued the Damsel and then the Horse rescued them both in a grand final, it was all over the place, It was perhaps the most interesting two pages I have ever read, it was not a comical romance, the author was trying to be serious ( I think) and perhaps that made it even funnier.
If I just had to narrow it down then I would say mysteries, which also makes me a CSI fan, and now that we are talking CSI I really have to ask, how realistic is CSI? Not very in my opinion
The CSI agents walks into the house picks up a hair that magically belongs to either the killer or someone related, are you trying to tell me that the murder victim never thru a party? Had a bunch of relatives or friends in from out of town? Or what about the park victims, so you found a cloth with blood in it in the park? It might have been anybodies, people bleed and don’t always die from it you know, one of my personal favorites is the broken fingernail……………………………… I could of course go on but I have to go burb a baby and give a discourse on Clifford the Dog.


Global Warming

I don’t believe in Global Warming, I correct myself, I believe in Global Warming but only as a natural occurrence that the world goes through every so many thousands of years, this nonsense that SUV’s are behind the fact that we aren’t having much of a winter this year, I just don’t buy it, look for yourself, a few years ago, it was freezing the world was getting colder,they even came out with a propaganda movie about how the world would eventually freeze over “Day after tomorrow” I believe, I like that movie, but it was total propaganda, to get to my point, now the world is warming up, well at least in some places and all the ice caps are melting, so is global warming going to heat up the earth to a lovely boiling point, or plunge us into an ice age, even the experts can’t decide. The fact is the world has been through this before.
When Leif Erickson sailed to America around 800 B.C the climate was dramatically warmer then it is now, Newfoundland was nearly subtropical in its weather pattern, 800 years later when the English settled North America, New England and the maritime area was colder then Europe of that same day, colder even then it is now. The process it is going through is a natural process, you can see now through historical records that 1200 years ago the area in which I live had a mild climate and then it went through a dramatic shift to a more frigid climate and now we are back on the warming cycle and though we are not as warm as it was 1200 years ago, give it a couple hundred years……..
After all fossils found in the Gulf of Maine from many different eras demonstrate that this warming, cooling cycle is a permanent part of the natural history of the planet.
So I if you if you want to drive your SUV go ahead, feel no guilt after all Lief Erickson wasn’t sailing a petroleum powered boat.
I wonder what the Liberals blamed global warming on then?


A couple of Jehovahs’s Witness’s just left my house.
Before I go any further let me state I like Jehovahs Wittness’s (in future to be called JW) I have JW friends, I have no problem with any religion out there, well except for maybe muslims, and of course they want me dead so I might be justified in being slightly nervous about them, although the few I have met were harmless enough, oh lol that came out funny……… back to the JW’s
They just left my house, I have to say it was brave of them to come say hi, I live on a dead end road, off a back road thats off a back road with a 350 ft dr. thats currently covered in ice, not to mention my small security guard of ducks and three special ops geese, I have a couple of cats that have been known to puncture tires and goats that eat fenders, oh and a German Shepard, like I told them, he’s friendly, lol.
God Bless them.