so little time

days passing in a whirl. not much time to stop and think. every hour presenting a new challenge. wind is blowing winter chill. dark comes on us so soon. morning sneaks up even quicker. another 24 and only a fraction of the tasks accomplished. and yet lovliness and smiles. taco picnic in the park. quiet jammie rides. a new word learned and a new song sung. regular posting to resume in a week or so.

so hard to say goodbye

tragic eve here on the mtn. a cherished pet of the monkey passed on.
we pray he had quick and painless death. if there is a great beyond for creatures such as him - we wish him peace. he was preceeded and survived by brothers, sisters, aunts, and uncles too many to recount... he was the little one. tonight we say goodbye.
henry. you will be missed. the monkey loved you and left food for to find. you were a most loyal fly. and friend.

educating the monkey

she's reading now... and skinnin rattlers! exciting times around here

recap shall we

ahhh the sweet sound of the computer hum. it's been a long haul past few here on the mtn. sunday night i went to bed feelin' fine. woke to a chill that no amount of blanket would quell and my man holding back my hair. nasty flu. hit hard. poor boy tried to help & caught the bug as well.
monday we didn't leave the bed as the little ones entertained themselves. until the babe deciced he'd play on the sickies losing side... it all hit the fan then.
tuesday found us up - still weaker than circle K coffee. headin' up to the big city for a show just the same. just to prove.
*james mcMurtry* the boy knows how to tell a story. my man and i played ma & pa drivin' the rockin' van full of grown up teens. we sipped our tummy tea as they partied it up in the back... 'had ourselves a real good time.'
and today. bless-said day. woke feelin' alive and full of toliet scrubbin' zip & zest. let me tell ya'll - it's good to be alive again...

rock n' roll van

travelin' in style now... 70's shag style perhaps. border-running immigrant smugglin' style perhaps. but style just the same. pat fell in love with this van a few weeks ago and now it is ours. he brought it home and we piled in for a late night ride. windows down. desert air. baby asleep in his seat between us. girl child crashed out on the bed in back. dreamin' dreams of living on the road. in a van. let's find us a river. let's hang some fuzzy dice and foo-foo balls. my man's found the perfect gig wagon and chick magnet. i was given a rolling pin to shoo the sweet gals away!

a day at home

mama beware

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.

They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.

Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis,

And each night begins a new day.

If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,

He'll prob'ly just ride away...

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.

Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.

Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.

'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.

Even with someone they love.

Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,

Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.

Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,

Sometimes won't know how to take him.

He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,

Do things to make you think he's right...

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.

Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.

Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.

'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.

Even with someone they love.

series of events - baby is now a b-o-y

three days before one year...
mom brought home a huge blue bouncing ball.
was an early birthday ball...
dad gave fussin' baby a bottle to play.
sister bounced the ball.
bottle in the baby's mouth.
now the baby is all boy.
broken front tooth to prove...