Deep Thoughts

March 1, 2009 at 11:42 pm (My family)

He looked at me with earnest conviction radiating from every pore.
“I’m telling you, you don’t understand how hard it is to come to the realization that God is wrong.”
Having never been a Catholic who has lost his faith, I nodded dumbly, thinking that with any luck the conversation might end now. Not that arguing about God and the Bible with my ex isn’t fun; it is, absolutely. Being an agnostic-leaning pagan makes just about any conversation regarding religion a freaking carnival ride.
Today, however, I was in the mood to simply co-exist in a relatively tranquil manner.
And then it happened. He opened his mouth and this came out:
“You know, the way I see it, humanity is in its teenaged phase.”
Before I can wrap my head around the fact that S has pointed out a REALLY astute observation, he continues:
“We’ve gone through the phase of childhood, which is blind belief. Now we’re teenagers, and we’re heading into maturity, but for now-”
“We’re questioning everything, just like they do.” Being a know-it-all, it behooves me to break in with my take on where he’s going.
“I am really impressed,” I say, shaking my head in disbelief. “That is such a… deep analogy for you. And I think you’re right.”
He looked at me, incredibly proud of himself.
“I know, I am, and once we get to maturity, why, that’s when Star Trek can happen.”
And thus ended the great philosophical discussion that almost took over my afternoon. For that was when I cracked up and announced that he’d just tossed the genius of his earlier observation out the window.
Star Trek is good though…


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Letting go

September 8, 2008 at 4:16 pm (My family)

So the day finally came. The day that signaled the end of an era for me, the day that I truly have been contemplating with an air of both excitement and dread. 

My baby started kindergarten last week. His sister goes to the ‘big kid school’ in the neighbouring town and really couldn’t give two figs about school anymore. The pretty pencils and glittery Hannah Montana binders just aren’t enough of an incentive to get her psyched for class these days. I would venture to guess that until she hits high school it’s going to be very dull going for her, as it was for me. 

The Beast on the other hand…

Oh my.

Oh my oh my oh my. He’s been ready for this for a WHILE now and nothing could possibly thrill him more (well, almost nothing; one must never underestimate the power of the upcoming Fall Fair) than heading off to school to make new friends and have new adventures.

Adventures that do not include ME. And not only that, but my influence will no longer be the dominant one in his life. From now on there’s ‘my teacher says’ and ‘Owen says’ etc to look forward to. Every day he’s got a new best friend and every day he’s challenging my previously unchallenged knowledge in the realm of ‘why things are’.

This is a good thing; I know the apron strings need to be cut and I know that the odd combination of freedom and structure are inherently good for my boy. Still, it’s more than a bit sad for me to drop him off at school in the afternoons, wave goodbye, and then head home. 

I am now on my own for four hours, four days a week. I have not been on my own at ALL (well, when not working anyway) for ten years. TEN YEARS! What on earth am I going to do with myself? I suppose I could try to take in some of the local culture on my afternoons off *snort*.

Oh, wait, that’s right… my options are limited to beer and haying. Yeah. I think not. Unless those cowboys from Wyoming roll back into town there’s not a whole heck of a lot here to catch my interest. 

So until something better comes along I suspect I’ll continue my pleasant (if somewhat dull at times) routine of working on recipes, my writing, and waiting for the kids to come tumbling through the front door just before 4 PM. 

And the fact that even when he’s not here I swear I can still hear my Beastie crashing through the house, well, it should worry me, but it doesn’t yet.

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My girl

July 29, 2008 at 3:19 pm (My family)

Look how grown up she is!

 I swear she was a baby the last time I turned around!!! And then all of a sudden…. BOOM! She’s 10! A young lady, brimming with sophistication and grace, giving her nutritious sandwich uncertain looks.

Wasn’t too long ago that I was looking at scenes like this:

Now I imagine she’ll be too ladylike and grown up for such frivolities. Her time will be eaten up with glitter, cotton-candy body spray, and Hannah Montana

I’ll be looking back on pictures like this ^^^^^^^

Pictures from a time when she tolerated her little brother, nay, genuinely liked her little brother, and had time to goof off in the pool. 

Now, however, now she is 10. Growing up and doing her own thing, chilling with her friends, yowling along with her iPod and beating PS2 games with the skill of a pro. 

Stinkerbelle… stop growing up so fast! There’s no rush!

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The Birthday Girl

July 29, 2008 at 2:22 am (My family)

This here is my best friend: Despite the tone of this photo she spends much of her time smiling. Has a BEAUTIFUL smile, although it was hiding the moment this picture was taken. ***well, she’s smiling in this picture cuz she got mad about the other one and requested this one instead. See her smile?*** I’m proud to say that Jazzie and I, as of today, are the same age! Yes, that’s correct, the gorgeous bad-ass in that there picture is no longer younger than me; oh no, HELL no, she’s now 31 as well. 

Which would mean we’ve been friends for…


14 years! Pretty nifty, I think. Almost as nifty as the fact that 14 years in and she still has the ability to put me on my knees laughing myself sick. Add to that her amazing ability to make some extremely pretty babies (although I produced the boy hahahaha) and know a home remedy for every malady know to man and you have one hell of an slammin’ woman. 

My best friend. 

Who is 31!

Happy Birthday Jazzie!

I love you, you dork.

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My partners in crime…

July 25, 2008 at 9:01 pm (My family)

I realised that it is completely wrong to post pics of my spawn without posting pics of my co-parents and friends. I also feel the need to show off their baby, who is a baby NO MORE *sniffles* and a big boy in his own right.

I really have to hand it to my ex, Trucker Man:

Not only did he display remarkable taste by dating me 11 or so years ago, but he then went on to find this beautiful lady  and somehow convince her that he’s good enough for her (he is, of course, but I’m very picky in regards to my friends). I like to call her The StepMama, but she deserves a better nic. Will have to mull that one over til I find something worthy. See that gorgeous big boy snuggled up to her? That’s the King, also known as Stinkerbelle’s baby brother. Of course, Beast lays claim to him as well, because we’re a very close family and it’s totally unfair for one Spawn to have a baby brother but not the other.

Sadly they live over *8* hours away which means we don’t get to spend much physical time together, but I lurve them all very much.

And I will, yes WILL, find a way to fully spoil that boy. Another couple years and he’ll be fully under my evil influence. 

It’s only fair, considering all the miniskirts and lipgloss that have found their way into my home courtesy of StepMama.

I’m thinking THIS perhaps for the next birthday vvv

They’ll NEVER get all that Moon Sand out of the carpet hehehe

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My Spawn

July 25, 2008 at 6:20 pm (My family)

This is my eldest spawn, hereafter referred to as Stinkerbelle for reasons I’d rather not get into prematurely. Much to my constant amazement she will be turning 10 tomorrow. As far as I can tell she’s not TRYING to be my Mini Me, but somehow  manages to make me scratch my head and wonder just how certain traits are passed on when there’s no known genetic propensity for some of our shared quirks. In any case, she’s my pride and joy, the one person I can credit for my rapid transformation from selfish youth to reasonably ‘together’ adult. Stinkerbelle very much enjoys all things pink, fluffy, candy-scented, and dance-themed. Because I love her I swallow the protests and curb my ‘great’ ideas that include dying one’s hair black and wearing torn fishnets with some clunky old steeltoes. Stink’s a top 40 bubblegum pop princess and That’s Okay.


Now THIS little guy, often referred to as The Beast, is my baby boy. Not much of a baby anymore at 5 years old, but a mom can look back fondly and sniffle.

Not surprisingly, he spends a good deal of time figuring out how to drive his sister batty and his mom loony. He has a talent for such things. Beast is currently very much fascinated by Spiderman, although Batman is beginning to catch his interest. Beast believes that no movie is too scary for him and yearns for The Dark Knight, but alas, I am not quite THAT relaxed in terms of what he watches. 

So these are my kids. I’m pretty pleased with them and dare anyone to suggest that they are in any way less than perfectly behaved devil spawn. They ARE mine, after all.

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