ARGGGG THERE BE PIRATES!

My neice was a pirate last year and my sister found this coat in the thrift dolled it up and let us borrow it this year. I got some stuff at the local walmart but the hair i made myself with wool rolled and dyed it. I think it turned out good!! Poof a Pirate!

Things that make you go DUH

And a cute thing I made.
First the DUH!!

So when my hubbys friends were out for a 4×4 trip DRUNK I might add THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED!!! Can you SAY DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Youve never seen such stupidity in your life. But whos more stupid those who did the driving or me and hubby going to take the pics of their stupidness????
And now for some aweeeeeee


I made this from seeing it on another web page . I didnt have any ink to print the instructions so I WINGED IT! (HEE get it???)

4 Things Meme snagged from sister

Four Things Meme

4 jobs that you have had in your lifetime:
Chimney Sweep (child labor)
Secretary (child labor)
Carnival worker (cotton candy queen)
Photographer

4 movies that you could watch over and over:
Last of the Mohicans
Harry Potter (any) (and i do watch it over and over)
Evolution
Super Troopers

4 places that you have lived:
Petaluma California
Sonoma, California
Grants Pass, Or
Santa Rosa, California

4 TV shows that you love to watch:
Dirty Jobs
The Closer
CSI Vegas
Any crime investigation show

4 places that you have been on vacation:
Canada (as a 6 year old)
Around California
Oregon ( a bit)

4 websites that you visit daily:
Sister’s blog
Miss Doxie’s blog
Local news
Lake Sheriffs web page arrest records.

4 of your favorite foods:
Italian
Mexican
Pizza
hot and sour soup

The good the bad and the UGly

The Good: Weather!! Oh yes its Fall like around here! Finaly for a change! Im so excited I could very well pee myself.
The Bad: Everyone in this area is STUPID!!!!! You cant seem to find work even when your way tooooo qualified for any position if you arent at all related to whomever is doing the application.
The UGly: were totaly broke!! Its no longer pretty around here. Ive actually spent days thinking of meals to get us through to the next source of money with none to spare even enough to cover. SIGH. Sadly Iam far to used to being poor but this is horrible.

On the school front, seems my son got low scores on his state testing. Which even though he was Honor roll all year he has to go to classes twice a week to try to get more proficient scores. Iam pissed about this as the broad whos teaching the classes is not a teacher , but a total horrible bitch who I hate. She used to once upon a time take care of my sons special needs at school. SCREWED UP and in a bad way and I want nothing in the world but to see her gone from the school frankly. so anyhow thats that. I will be going this morning to rectify this. Wish us luck..

Lets call this post: All the stuff in my bathtub

I’ve had alot of strange things in my bathtub these days.
First lets start with the crawfish.
Then the Lily Lizard.
Then this week Bass fish.
Its amazing how weird things get in my house. And how often my bathtub gets cleaned. Its actually good fun as hubby is doing the cleaning anymore of the tub since he puts weird crap in the tub. The lizard well I put her in there. But he cleaned the tub all the same.

Of things I made these past weeks.
1) an Outfit for a little girls birthday present. Shorts and Tank made form the cutest ever frog pattern fabric ever found at walmart.
2) frog 2.0 in pink camo for my daughter.
3) full batch of green tea smelling soap (17 bars of soap) 18 really but ones funky shaped end and all.

Things that Iam doing this week.
1) I have fabric for jammie pants for my sons best friend who I decided after they barred my son from the party (for whatever reason, stating his latex allergy) would then become my sons new jammie pants. (ps. broke my sons heart)
2) More frogs (for son)
3) More soap hopefully for X-mas and some for sale!!!!
4) I have leftover fabric froggy pattern from before mentioned birthday gift and I have to make my daughter something shorts/ pants out of them. Or she might explode with “WHERE”S MINE”???? one more time this week.

Lily Lizard Layover

Earlier this week I got a call from a friend who had a Iguana and couldnt care for her any longer. I also have a friend who does reptile rescue and she asked that I take the baby to her. Atleast they found they could no longer care for her properly before she died, which is a very admirable thing. Most people get exotic pets and loose them for lack of caring for them properly.
So today was the day we went and got Lily. Lily’s layover home for the next day.
Here she is getting some much needed rehydration in my bathtub.

AND MUCH NEEEEEDED GOOOOOOD FOOOOOD
She hasnt eaten for a week or more!!!

I know the people who had her tried to do right but just didnt have the right information on keeping Iguanas.
I myself had to learn a little in her short stay here.
Shes set up in my kitchen in the dogs kennel currently which isnt a great set up but for her one day layover before she makes it to her sanctuary it will do.
We will love her the whole night.
I might very well keep her here a day or so just to give her some lovin……..Except for that whole bitey and tail whipping thing shes very kissable…..

Little hand, Big hand, Little big mouth bass

Cutest little fish ever in the world!! It was so worth the photo. In seconds my daughter caught this little gem (she was pleased)

Son fishin!!

Cutie!!
OK OK a color pic then

Little cove where we went fishing. Doesnt really look fgood in black and white.

And theres a fishing story!!!
No kidding sure as the sky is blue the one that got away.
Hubby was playing around with new rigging based on what a guy said to do at the fishing store and a little of his own know how and caught the biggest ever fish I have ever seen. Fighting it so hard it lept and jumped and flailed around jumping out of the water ever so high. It looks like a small dog it was so big and as it got to the waters edge he wedged right in between two rocks as hubby went to pick him out and SNAP went the line.
It was a sad moment and much screaming from hubby. But we all did see it. IT WAS BIG!!

ALMOST SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!

Oh thank god one week left!!
HOLY HELL THERES ONLY ONE WEEK TO GET READY!!!
Well with lack of funding we dont have the supplies we need yet, or the fresh new clothes. Iam today going through piles of clothes hoping to find atleast the newish looking ones and washing and ironing them trying to atleast make the kids look fresher then everyday yucky clothes. (which we have alot of them)
I got shoes , socks and undies for the kids all new but that was where the funds went out.
Ive got enough money to do five loads of laundry. so i must make five loads of clothes happen today and iron them all. YAY me.
Iam going to make the hubby and kids clean the house around me while iam clothes doing.
I had no milk for coffee this morning either which makes the taunting day ahead look bleek. Iam trying to add as much caffine into my body as i can currently.

And PS. anyone have a site where they teach how to do little girls hair styles? I cannot figure out how to make my daughter look cute. Ive got only one hairdo with rubber bands and twists that loooks cute but it takes forever to do and boy she hates it. any tips out there anyone???
Step by step tutes? cause iam only semi a girl and really dont know a thing about hair or girly stuff.
this is the twisty thing i can do with her hair

thats about as fancy as I can get with my lack of girly hair knowledge.
Iam such a tomboy!!!
I can do a pony taila nd a braid but certainly not a frech braid no matter how hard i try it isnt working for me.
anyhow much thanks to anyone who can help me with the girls hair.

Froggy went a’courtin…..

Way back in the day……. Go Back…….. We used to have these…

So Cute and fast he was to make.
Who knew that 20 mins of prep and sewing could bring my daughter such joy. She hasnt put her frog down in almost 24 hours since his birth.
My sister found the link here

Back in the Kool-aid days and Avon. 1971 the year I was born.

A time long ago

There was a time, long ago, that I felt I had a handle on things. A time when life seemed simple, almost easy, I went through life everyday virtually the same. I would wake each day, shower and dress and head out to one bus in the morning, to a bus transfer station to where people who saw me everyday gather a paper, a coffee, and still hot scone. Wrapped in my hand I would head off for the second bus which took me to my place of work in a nearish town. The bus ride took nearly 2 and a half hours even though in real life it was only a 20 minute drive on a good day.
I was ever so keen on my bus drivers. Spending nearly as much time with them daily as I did with anyone I held dear. I traveled this way 5 days a week. It was always the same. Id get to work very early, sit around and finish my paper, do the books (off the clock) and start turning on many machines to whir while I was waiting for the clock to turn precisely 7 so I could officially clock in.
I was alone in the mornings listening to the radio as loud as I could fathom. Dancing mechanically to each task set forth in front of me. When you work somewhere a long time it comes second nature as to what to do. I like it that way. No surprizes. Everyday was virtually the same but yet at the same time I reveled in the fact I had important things to do. That people depended on a timley thing I did.
Its not like i saved the world of plague. Or helped people survive. I was simply a worker bee in the world of photo finishing. But I was good at it. I took great pride in knowing something and having pride,a job to go to everyday.
I never got raises in the work I did. I had an encredibly evil boss. But my everyday people who I worked with made it bareable. You trod on through together and it made everything ok.
These days past I was stronger, I was actually alone with myself and ok with it. Looking back I cannot seem to think of how I did alot of things I did.
In the days following my sons birth I seemed to loose the inside self of strength. I gained a fight for my son but lost all else it seems of the past. I became fearfull. Ive since found that being alone even for a short time anymore scares the living crap out of me. I am seldom alone really. I have two children after all but the alone Iam talking about within myself as to having no purpose. No bus to catch, no deadlines, no bus drivers, no early morning paper and scone, no knowing what I need to do everyday. Insted I feel lost in space and time and constantly under scrutany.
Iam kind of swirling in everyday stuff that includes regular mom stuff, but it has felt for the past 11 years that its not enough. That Iam not doing my part. Having no job, having to struggle ever so. Having to be the sole memory bank for a family of four (plus critters).
People say that stay at home moms have it made. Iam certainly not one of those people. Not that I complain of being a mother, its far deaper then that. I hate myself for being a stay at home mom for the fact I cannot guide our lives for the better. I know what Iam doing is important and nessecery. I wouldnt know what to do with myself without my children. Iam talking now of the fear, the panic, the wondering when the bill money will be coming in. Not being able to provide. Not having a sole hand in knowing what happens to life. I had it for a while strength, and the ability to provide for myself and to make sure that everyday life goes forward. even if for a short while I was in charge of making my bills paid, making my life at work happen, of taking each day in the world.
I feel ever so unsure everyday. these days. These days it pains me to think and the alone time within myself is painstaking. I fear that alone time with my self is worse then anything ,as all the hopes and dreams and thoughts come crashing forth into my head as one by one I try to crush thought. Left to myself I can do alot of damage inside my head. The what ifs ,the whys ,the how comes, the what nows, the nearly everyday thoughts of being a failure for not being able to fix things. I know its a down thing to constantly think of the bads ,its even the goods iam fearful for holding onto.
Its nothing I can express obviosly without sounding whiney and depressed, but internally all Iam saying is that its a constant strugle within oneself that makes everyday what it is. Its hard being a grownup. Its hard being a parent. Its hard having everyday the not knowing of the future.
I used to think everyday was the same. In base atleast, it was the same. I knew what I was doing. I had direction. Wake , bus, work, home, fun on weekends, sleep.
I guess some people work better with schedule. I guess Iam one of those. I work best when knowing whats to be expected of me and just doing that. I just guess Iam not good at making it up all myself. I would do great if i had a boss telling me what needs to be done everyday. Floating by myself it feels like iam in a great expansive ocean with no sight of the distant shores.
Is that what its like to a grown up? to be grown up having to find the direction in which to go>? If so someone stop this boat I want to get off for a while.
I know no one will tell me what to do everyday and frankly I probly wouldnt take kindly to someone telling me what to do. Ive never really liked being told what to do but if left to myself, back in the day I always managed to do what was needed. it feels like as of late that I run on daily with no direction, and managing not to get anything done.
Being hypercritical to myself.
My sister said something the other day which kind of brought clarity to things in sorts.
She said
“Its better to have things done, then perfect.”
or something close to it. Its true. It really works for all aspects of life in whole.
Iam not a perfectionist, far from that. My house a utter shamble. My self and my life also in shambles. My thoughts have always been to make things not just so. But its hard to explain. ive had a sense of what things should be insted of making what I have as it could be.
Does that make sense?
It doesnt matter if it is perfect ,it is what it is ,as long as its done .
So today Iam going forth to this. It is what it is. It shall be done. Iam going to continue my efforts in creating what I have to be what it is. Its not the brady bunch world, Its my world.and to be what it is. Imperfect but none the less what it is.