Suprise!

I started a book blog about what I've read recently, and what I'm currently reading. Jesse kind of inspired this. It's got a link on the side there marked book list. I started it because I realized that I'm always forgetting what I've read, and I DO NOT like to read a book more than once. Also, I'd like to know how much I really read in a month or year. If any of you are into it, you could do one to, then if we were wondering about a new book to read, or whatever, we could check out eachother's picks. It could be a kind of book club without all the commitment and whatnot. My stuff will be pretty breif, basicly what the book is about, and if I liked it, so as not to give it away, and as a quick reference for myself.

Once upon a time...

Okay, okay. On Sunday my husband went away to work for God knows how long while my son was on his asthma medicine that makes him hyper (either that or he was posessed by God knows what). Then he peed in MY bed two out of four nights. Bad day yesterday....bad three days and four nights is a little more like it. I needed something to change...to make me feel better. Today was a very good day. Hmmm...

What I would really like to do is tell a story. It was way back in December 1999. The weather had been unusually clear for that time of year, so I and six other friends decided to take a little hike. To the ocean. We had it was seven miles as the crow flies, so we figured if we took the same path, we could get there rather easily as well, and explore some new teritory. The group consisted of four guys and three girls. Jason and Nathaniel, (our leaders) then Rob, Joe, Sara, Devon and little old me. I had never really hiked overnight, or at all, so I didn't know how to prepare. But something in me knew that Devon's insistence on bringing olives in a glass jar was a little off (please forgive me Devon). The only pack I had was a school type deal sewed together with dental floss at a few points, and a super bulky sleeping bag. I hooked them together with a rope, and was good to go. Looking back, I would never hike like that again. Every step the bag went bump, bump on my bottom.

We started off by taking off our shoes and rolling up our pants to stumble across the freezing winter river in our backyard. I think Devon is the leader in the pic, and I'm third. Once across and reassembled, we went straight up a mountain to an old logging road that is now part of the Standish-Hickeynational forest. We followed it to a bridge that crossed a creek, and someone said you should follow the creeks to the ocean. We walked along side of it, constantly going higher and higher. Eventually there were many fallen redwoods across it, and we were just climbing over one slippery log to meet another. After a bit of this, we decided to forget the creek and just go up the side of another mountain. As long as we headed west, we would hit the ocean. Right? This is where it gets good...but you'll have to wait 'cause I'm a sleepy Mama...to be continued...

Just so you know...

There is apparently a nasty rumor that I am addicted to myspace. I would like to clarify that it is NOT true. I have opened a myspace account, but it is not my new muse. Curtis and Renee I cannot speak for. So where have I been? Well, preparing for three birthdays of some close friends, traveling to Sacramento for a weekend of Whole Earth Fest, and frowning at my unusable virus infected computer. Besides that, I was kind of having a little block time...you know...my life is boring...I don't want to write...I don't even have anything to write. I think my trip to the coast last friday may have helped this though. We'll see. Most importantly, my computer is now all better (but we did lose ALL our photos).

Swimin' in the deep blue sea

The other day as Jed was eating some soup, he started putting one of his toy dinosaurs into it. When Curtis asked him to stop, he replied, "But dad, he's just swimmin' in the deep blue sea." Thank you Baby Einstein.

Who's who?

Can you tell Jeddy and Winnie apart?

Green beansicles

There is some point in the life of a parent, when you realize that you've crossed over the the 'parent realm.' There is no going back to even thinking like a normal human being, or having a conversation that doesn't at some point include the current events of your offspring. I was in denial for a while, trying to keep up with the 'non parent' conversation pieces, but now I know it's a done deal. I simply cannot stop myself. I realized this today after telling absoloutley everyone that Eowyn ate her green beans. Seriously. This was the high point of my day. The last person I told seemed to be looking for some way to get away from me, "Oh darn! I left my water bottle over...umm... there...gotta go!" I guess a seven month old eating her green beans happily is not everyone's idea of in depth conversation, but hey, I like it. So...wanna hear the story? Maybe I just need to get it out of my system.

When Jed was just a wee little beanie baby, I used to make all his baby food. As far as I can remember, he liked it all, ( time does warp some memories) and it was a great money saver. I just tried to remember how I made it. Frozen green beans. Defrost and puree. Refreeze in ice cube tray. Ta da! Baby food! Baby food that Eowyn would not eat. I was sooo frustrated. Every bite was denied with a little strawberry tongue blowing a raspberry at me. I finally diluted it with enough carrot and rice cereal to satisfy her miniature tastebuds. Well...I had to pinch her button nose a few times to get her to open up. Today I had an idea that maybe she didn't like it because the texture was still a little ...umm ...textured. I put all twenty eight cubes of green goodness into a pot and boiled them for a bit. I wasn't sure if frozen veggies are just par boiled or fully cooked. Then I gave the finished product a go in the processor and it was green beansicle time once more. Except this time I came out with only seventeen cubes. Jeesh! Boiled off a bunch of water, huh? I gave the midget a nibble to test out the new creation...and...she opens up for more! Success! Yes! Another problem solved! My daughter eats my cooking, I haven't failed as a mother so soon into her solid food life! I can go on living! Hip hip horray! Later at dinner, the whole bowl of rice cereal, grean beans, and a bit of carrots (just in case) was eaten with nary a raspberry. Joy of joys.

Life is good

Is there some great philosopher that said something about life being meaningless because we keep doing the same things over and over? Was it Solomon in Lamentations? I think about that sometimes. How many times will I wash the same dish, or organize and disperse all my little piles just to have them back in a day or so. Is wanting permanantly done dishes or clear counters all that much to ask of in life? I guess you gotta do what you gotta do. I like to think that all the things that I long for here, that are imperfect, will be part of the perks of heaven. That is the only way I can go on clearing and washing, and the only reason I do, because I have that hope of the promise of a better place with Him. That is pretty darned exciting if I think about it. It makes me enjoy my time here alot more, no matter what the circumstances are. (I am actually very happy and content with things right now, just pondering life a bit.)