Baby it's Cold Outside

Shit.
It's like 14 degrees.

I went to pick up Willow from Scoo today and I thought I was going to freeze to death. And it's not a far walk to the car, folks.

Christmas is coming. Very excited about it.

Can't wait for the cold to be over with though... NOW!

Ahh. My New Look

Yes I am starting fresh with a new template. I quite like it.
I got the idea from my lil sis, http://www.foxystarbuck.blogspot.com/

I quite like the new blog setup. It looks more relaxed and happy. The only thing about this new look is that it has wiped out all my links and contacts... to my buddies... So, I will list them here.

Luhz: http://www.ruralrosy.blogspot.com/
Tibcat: http://www.tibcat.blogspot.com/
Lolly: http://www.lollygaggering.blogspot.com/
Brother Nikko: http://www.brothernikko.blogspot.com/
SLCSPIN: http://www.slcspin.com/
Me at MYSPACE: www.myspace.com/31tex
Saroo at MYSPACE: www.myspace.com/sarooofthesea
Angelee at MYSPACE: http://www.myspace.com/angelabingham
ShaV at MYSPACE: www.myspace.com/shaunabrand


New beginnings. Ahh. The healin' power of new beginnings.

Sick.

I sit here.
I am sick.
I have a fever still.
It has been at least a week since Willow brought home, "The Cold Of Deaaath". Only, she is feeling TONS better and is back at school and I just seem to keep getting worse. Who has a fever for over a week? -Me. Who has the body aches all day and night? -Me.

WHy me?

And where the hell is the Nyquil?

Water and Fall

For someone who lives no where near a large body of water, Sarah is a water log.
There wasn't one time this summer that she didn't have the hose in her hand, waving it around. Watering the tomato plants, getting the kitties wet, or getting sprayed down by her Daddy or Willow.
Sarah is such a waterbaby. Willow has become more of a water afficianodo this last summer. She and Sarah had such fun together with the hose. Ya know, we never did go swimming this year... And I am afraid that the waterplay days are numbered... Fall is coming. This is how I know I'm getting old; my joints are aching at night. -Sure sign of the seasons changing and premature aging.
Isn't she so cute with her hose and her little kitty in the background?
:)

“Let us swear while we may, for in heaven it will not be allowed”

Ahh... Cussing. Swearing. Obscenities.

Whatever you like to call it, everybody does it, right down to The Pope himself. However, His version may be unlike yours or mine...

I especially liked it in "Pulp Fiction"

Honey Bunny: [about to rob a diner] I love you, Pumpkin.
Pumpkin: I love you, Honey Bunny.
Pumpkin: [Standing up with a gun] All right, everybody be cool, this is a robbery!
Honey Bunny: Any of you f**king pricks move, and I'll execute every motherf**king last one of ya!

Befriending Herion Addicts...

The thing of it is this:

1. I have a BIG heart.
2. I think everyone deserves a 2nd chance.
3. I have NO experience with herion or "the addicted".

Just by happenstance, a herion addict befriended me about 4 wks. ago.
I was out in my backyard and she kind of appeared out of nowhere... introduced herself. Told me her SAGA about herion and that she was 'clean' and had been for 2 mos... or so. I thought there was no harm in befriending her back, so I welcomed her as a friend.
I started helping her, as she was and had been in a wheelchair since she was 15 and she was 28. She'd been using for 8 years, at least 12 times a day. She told me she had been going to the "Methadone CLinic" down in Sugarhouse the last 2 years and that she was clean now...
She started lying to me. This should've been my 1st clue. I tried to believe that this was the truth, her lies and then realized it was all lies. Told Ron about it... he said to be wary. He said that she was probably using again... I thought this was a very calice sort of perspective and gave her the benefit of the doubt. I took her to Church with me and my girls. She lied to The Bishop right before my very eyes. I should've listened to Ron.
The day I met her I should've realized she was a junkie-liar. Then, she showed up to our house last weekend HIGHER than anyone I've ever known. Couldn't understand a WORD she was saying as it looked as if she'd been drooling the whole way over to our house. We were luckily on our way out, and so I had an excuse... "Sorry. We're just leaving." was what I said. She went, "bleahhhhhhhhhh.......bleahhhhhhhh........ drool." She wasn't even THERE!
So she's called me a BILLION times since that night and I haven't spoken to her, as I have been too mad and disappointed to talk to her. People have given me 2nd chances, and I sit here thinking. Am I being too harsh? Should I talk to her? What should I say? I just don't know what to do.

B-E-A-uuuuuutiful!!!!!!!!!!!!

Remembering Smells

Yesterday Willow got some puffy Care Bear stickers from Aunt Sarah. They were just like the ones that Sarah and I used to have in our sticker books. As I opened the package for her, the scent of the puffy stickers took me back a decade or two.

It got me thinking of how I remember smells... The smell of summer rain on dry dirt reminds me of my Grandmother and Grandfather's house in New Mexico.

The smell of a cassette tape reminds me of when my sister Sarah and I used to "create our own version of a radio show"... rewinding it and listening to it's imperfections, only to re-record it and do it all over again. (With our own man-made commercials and all.)

The clean smell of TIDE reminds me of a childhood friend, Jaime Larsen's house...

What do you tie to your memory of smells?