back with a vengeance....

well..not really a vengeance actually...
more like a renewed sense of life and energy
i feel so much better,
thanks for everyone's kind words...

my own computer is not feeling so well
so i can't download the pictures
that i wanted to show of the
awesome miniswap package that i received
from sophia and her mom at flitknits....
the kids loved it, my boy, "six" took his
to school to show his beloved teacher...
as soon as OGG figures out what is ailing my
poor little pieced together computer,
i will post pictures because words will not suffice.

took the day off yesterday and was without
any children, including my own, for most of the day...
sigh...
what a tease.
a tiny glimpse into what sanity looks like...

inspiring this list of what has been making me happy:
-this melt-me-movie that i adored and am so glad i now own
and can watch whenever i want!
-this book which only took me an hour or so to read but
goodgawdalmighty i loved it...i want to read about mythology,
i want to reread the book, i want to reread all things atwood.
-reading that book inspired a phonecall to my sister in law
who lent me the book and who has the exact same book taste
that i do which led to a fulfilling conversation
-my current favorite tv addiction...i just can't help it....
give it a chance, you might find it as funny as i do...

i'm just so happy to not have a migraine-ish head...
can you tell?
:)

scheduled interruption in programming...

sorry.

due to the virulent environment,
your host cannot be here today
to entertain in any possible way.

instead she will be encased in blankets,
shivering and yet, miraculously, sweating...
holding her head together
to prevent it from self-imploding
due to excess sinus pressure
and
occassionally vomiting...

thank you for your patience
and we hope to be back to regularly scheduled
programming very soon.

friday's "gratitude"...(please insert dripping sarcasm)

today
i am grateful
for
my sense of humor

which is about the
only way
i get through the day.

let me elaborate...
here is a snapshot of my afternoon:
i am looking after four children under the
age of three...
one of them
(herein referred to as "three")
is a little pale and weary looking
but no fever and no complaints
and his mom is going through a rough time
so i debate whether or not to phone her...

"three" (who is the sickly one) proceeds
to vomit
all over the couch, himself and his teddy bear.
i lift him to the floor,
he vomits on floor and blanket.
i think he is done and start to remove his
hoodie which gets caught on his head
and he starts to vomit again,
into his sweater which is around his head.

i get the sweater off him and he stops
vomiting.
i wait.
he seems ok.
i pick him up to move him to the kitchen
to a garbage can or something suitable
in case he is not done vomiting...
guess what?

he wasn't done.
he continued to vomit en route
from living room to kitchen
and as an added bonus,
covers me as well...

i stand him in front of garbage pan,
pale, weak, and sad looking,
but no longer vomiting.
what i want to do is pick him up
and cuddle him
but not only am i covered in vomit
but "one" and "two" are slip-sliding
in vomit on the floor in the living room
while the dog attempts to
help me clean it the only way
he knows how.

while i appreciate his attempts,
the licking, slurping sounds
make me want to hurl.

oh...and not to be left out
of the mix, "sweetness",
the ten month old,
decides she is hungry...
she is hungry NOW dammit
and you better get your ass in gear
and heat me up a bottle, woman.

and this
is why i am grateful for my sense of humor.
because somewhere in the back
of my twisted and tortured mind,
i was plotting out what an
awesome (if not a little disgusting)
story this was going to make.

i hope you appreciate what i
go through for you people.
teehee.

you asked for it...

blue dog asked what our journals look like...
what do we write in?

and that inspired me.

these are journals kept from 1990 until about 2002...
they start with being engaged to high-school-first-ever-boyfriend
(on my nineteenth birthday, no less)
and continue through all the angst and
drunken downward spirals that soon followed suit.

this is written
on the inside cover of every one of them.

this is my current journal...

i wondered what to call these?
they are ideas, snippets, moments,
quotes, inspirations...
they are my "strive-to-be-a-better"
you fill in the blank
kind of books...

these are books of lists...
lists of what i want to read,
what i want to know more about,
movies i want to see,
music i want to try,
books that MUST be bought,
that sort of thing...

i started the spiderman one while
pregnant and living at my parent's house
instead of being in university
(which is where i was when i got pregnant...)
living at my parents house while
the father-to-be-and-eventual-husband
was in jail...
but thats a whole different story.

this is the book that i draw, doodle
and daydream in...cut and paste...
color and scribble...lost in myself.

these are the journals i keep of my children...
their funny stories, the heartbreaking stories,
the milestones, the worries...
as a sidenote, the picture on supergrover's knee
is of my mom and me as a baby...
(and i also just noticed that i caught the
"renovations-that-still-need-to-be-done"
which is the window trim,
with the drywall showing...
teehee..

its funny how as i took these pictures
and wrote this out
i realized how writing
encompasses
my life...
it is how i have always dealt.
it is how i still deal.
words.
in ink.