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What do mummies like listening too?

Wrap music! hahaha.

Doesn’t everyone choose to blog instead of writing an essay that is due in four hours? Its only five pages, I am not a newbie, that’s like nothing. (Scoffs). Every good student has the gift of blarney.

This week has been havoc. This whole month has been havoc. My teacher mom hat has been a tad dusty, my make yummy dinners and converse around the table in a loving manner hat is lost, probably in the mountain of laundry that has consumed my bathroom.  We have been sick, had family over at grandmas visiting, Joff off work long enough to try and whip us into some sort of getting the house ready for winter army. Hahahaha, poor man.

And then we made the mistake of taking my treasured Fisher woodstove out and replacing it with a newfangled reburning EPA approved pretty stove. That does not heat my house the same at all. So now I am colder then I was hoping, but at least I can see the fire burn and it looks nice (?) aesthetics over function I say.  Bonus, I did something quite terrible to my back helping lug around 500lb wood stoves. Go Me!

Felicity chilling with Prowler and Bella. Poor Prowler is always insulted by the presence of the dog.


My Elli turned 12! Someone is seriously messing with time, I can’t believe that sweet baby is no longer…well…a baby.  She is smart, kind, helpful, has a fabulous sense of humor and a beautiful singing voice. I am dazzled by her every single day.

Twin month pics happened on a cold and blustery afternoon right after church, but these two are my heart and soul.


We have been having the craziest weather, snow, thunderstorms, gusting winds, buckets of rain, more snow. It is too early in the year for this nonsense. The other day it was snowing hard and I just wanted to put up the Christmas tree and sing carols. I do not approve of snow in October. (But it IS terribly pretty ❤ ).

Back the grindstone.


Picture Post · Random

Question Everything February

My laptop broke. It broke, broke. Dead. Never going to turn on again. That happened back in…..December? It was a while ago. Anyway, I have felt bereft and sad over it. I don’t like borrowing Joffs because he has his set up all wrong, although he thinks its right, its not. But I have to use it sometimes because School, ugh though.

Anyway, the deep question that drove me to blog today.

How do you know when something is right? When making a decision, how do you know when you are making the right choice? Is it even possible to make a rational, logical decision?

February is full of decisions, lots going on. Trying to decide what I want to do with my life….I will be an old lady in six months, I am feeling the need to decide what I am going to be when I grow. Or should I grow up?

I am a queen procrastinator, I probably will still be deciding as I draw my last breath……

Cat/Baby Tax
Homeschool · Random



I have been grumpy all day.

I had this idea all last week of what my weekend would look like, and it primarily involved Netflix and the filing cabinet. The time has come and past due to organize and file last years school work. This is really important as we are set to start Geo Matter POS  this week. Clean out the old and in with the new.

But that did not happen.

Worse, instead of getting to organize and catch up on whatever the BBC has to offer, worse, I had to deal with people.

For two days in a row, there were people. My hubby and kidlets doesn’t count. I am used to them, we get along. But everyone else……..I can only take in small measured doses.

And instead of finding a moment to meditate, pray, I found a can and became Oscar the Grouch.

Not very graceful.

I have just finished a classified amount of Peanut Butter cups, There a folders and binders piled high here on my desk.  It is frustrating.

I love the above quote.

It reminds me that it is okay to be frustrated sometimes, but that I was able to do something that, while out of my comfort zone, was a service for others, for my family, and in the end, for myself.

It was a Good thing.

Unorganized paperwork is not the end of the world.

(I hope.)

I will try for better grace tomorrow.

Right now I need to go belt out Let it Go with my girls….




Everyday · Random

Was, but didn’t

I was going to blog.

That is what I was going to do.

But I just wrangled two

toddlers to bed

and the cats have

stolen my writing chair.

I was going to blog.

I was going to blog yesterday

and the day before that.

I really was.

But it was late

I was tired.

I had nothing to say.

I had too much on my mind.

I read instead.

I fell asleep.

I was going to blog tonight.

I really was gonna.



Animals · Random

2013 Spirit Animal

Life refuses to molder in place, so my spirit animal has a tendency to change every year or two, this years was…….an ostrich.

Not my first choice, but upon reflection this has been the year for my inner ostrich to come awkwardly bounding out on gangly legs.

Let me ‘splain.

No we don’t have time…

Let me sum up…..

I have looked cross all year, stuck my head in the sand (under my covers really) and/or ran around kicking folks in the shin. Like, really hard.


Ya, I am really hoping for an upgrade next year, like a Lab or Golden Retriever, something cute with fantastic people skills.


Everyday · Random · Thursdays

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!

I don’t really dream. When I sleep, I sleep. Rarely do I dream. I am also not superstitious. That said I have had a few “mystical” experiences in my life. Nothing that can be explained really, just things that happen.  I do not appreciate these things and  I have had  a rush of them lately.

A girl I met, I little girl, who I am certain even now needed, needs help. But what can I do? What? I am a stranger and I know nothing of her, her family , her life. I know nothing except that she was in pain. And here, a week later I still think of her, I worry and hope that someone braver then I has noticed her pain, is giving her the sanctuary she needs.

And then a dream, a dream that comes three, four times a night. A vision? A premonition? An admonition? In my dream I am told in a matter of fact way something (something I don’t care to share) and my whole soul rebels against the very idea, I am awake and tired, exhausted. Two nights of sleeplessness. It is as if I am to be told until I except it, embrace it.

My wakened mind cries out “Bosh!”.

It frightens me none the less.

And then in life, in life, the real daytime moments, I am struggling to make sense of my new home, unpack, leave things the way they are until we get shelves up, wade through a bin of clothes until the dressers are moved. Departing from our traditional school for something basic and off track, but school nonetheless.  Feeling frustrated and impatient.

And muddled.

Halloween and not a costume is complete , I haven’t even begun. I mean to shuffle through the aisles of local shops everytime  I am out, but when I am out I just want to be home, so I look at my list and hurry through, bent on finding what I need.

Apparently routine, structure is more important to me then I knew.

I am tired.

I am washed ashore, on an island of beauty and promise, and I am frightened, clinging to the wreckage of my ship.

Today is a Thursday sort of day.


Picture Post · Random

Melted chocolate. Pathetic, melted chocolate. Perfect for dipping though.

I miss so many things that used to make up my world, but I seem to have shed a skin, a piece of my self is gone. I miss it.

I have been missing, missing from life, church, family. I have burrowed into myself, my children , school, Joff. Concentrating on what is the most important right now.

When I took dance and I first learned to pirouette, there were two things I would run through first. Back straight and focus on a point, usually a poster or a clock, depending on where I was at. Frankly it is still hard and I sucked at ballet, but that is where I am at right now. Back straight and focusing on something that makes sense. One thing.

I picked up my camera yesterday, cleaned it up, popped in a memory card, battery. It felt alien almost to check my settings, make sure I had not left it on iso 1600 before packing it up. Then I pulled a muscle, put away my camera and went back. Back straight, focusing on what makes sense, but not before I got this shot of Lolly.

Is she not beautiful?

I love my family, my children, my husband, my fur-babies. I  may not be the greatest person to be around right now, but I am working on it, this is not the first time I have been fooled by life, but you know what they say, fool me once, shame on you , fool me twice, shame on me.

Hey, maybe I am learning something?


I hate life lesson crap.


P.S This is neither a cry for help, cookies or medication. I am not depressed. Just rearranging life priorities. Although I can put on a sad face for cookies, always.