circle of life

Today, my daughter told me that ‘when something dies, it is the circle of life.’ And I thought that was a good lesson. I asked her where she heard it, if it was from Lion King, and she said she heard it on “Shake it Up” (a preteenish kind of show on Disney). She’s growing up too fast.

So, life lesson #2: TV isn’t THAT bad, is it?

By the way, she told me this when we were in the waiting room at the pharmacy. Turns out she has strep. Great. I swear, if the other kid gets it, too, I’m gonna…I’m gonna go after that strep and strangle it.

Have a good weekend, y’all. Tomorrow, I have another craft show. So, wish me luck!

A post wouldn’t be the same without a photo, so here’s one to make ya giggle:

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Life lessons & cool photos

I’m baaaack.

Last night, as I lay my head to sleep, I was thinking about this lil ol blog. How I’ve neglected it for so long. And I couldn’t wait to wake up to post again, to give this blog some lovin’. But, as it turns out, my daughter had a temp and I kept her home from school. So, this is my first chance to write somn’ (she’s napping).

What I was thinking about is that I want to start keeping a log of things that I’ve learned in my life. You know, leave a little legacy for my blogworld. So, without further ado, here’s what I came up with last night:

Life lessons number one:

1. Never, ever, ever buy a used vacuum cleaner.

Now, ponder that whilst I show you my photos of what I’ve been doing for the last few weeks:

We went to the drive in with some buddies:
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L had a fashion show with a friend:
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L got her ears pierced:
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L has been obsessing about American Girl. These dollies are filling that void until she gets one for Christmas (which we never promised, but she seems to think so):
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I had a crafting/ice cream party:
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I finally wrote down one of my knit patterns. And two of my friends test knit it. Here’s my version:
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(but check out my friend Kristy’s

I had my first craft show of the season (there’s tons left…it’s only October!!)
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I went on a date night with my man. This is where we had dinner. They had a mashed potato bar. YUMMMM
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and this is where we headed after that:
(pic from the rooftop bar at Crave in downtown MPLS)
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I had chai with my friend:
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And then took photos at Lake Calhoun:
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Another friend bought a custom order of my very own pattern – in teal. And I crocheted a flower. I must say, it is pretty dang cute!
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This crow was in our backyard for a few days. Really creeped me out.
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And since I didn’t do justice for our Winnipeg Photos, here were my favorite two from our trip:
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And that’s it in a nutshell.

Good day. The sick one just stirred….

My job hunt…

Here I am again. Can I get a WHAT!!
My husband said my last post was too short. Ha! And even though he’s been there with me all this time (since my previous post (before the last)), he wants me to document what I’ve been doing. Aww, aint that sweet. So, here goes:

As you know, my little darling started kindergarten. So, I have two kids in school all day. The first week was very rough for me, because I realized how much I missed my little best friends (especially my daughter – shhhhhhhh!!!). I kept busy doing stuff around the house, mostly painting and rearranging. I gave myself a week to do all of that, because I thought I’d find a job the next week. Yup, I really thought that. Woops. Where have I been for the last five years? Oh, that’s right! I’ve been a stay at home mom. Before that, I could apply for a job and get it, simple as that. I have a degree, a good personality (I like to think), I’m pretty smart…Dangit, the work world has changed since I was last a part of it. I’ve never had so many rejection letters. So, two weeks later, I applied at a temp agency. I drove downtown and got all dressed up. Oh, here’s a couple of shots I got while down there:
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I’m diverting here, but I just have to tell you how funny it is to take photos downtown. Every time I aimed my camera, at least 5 people would look to see what I was taking a picture of. And then they’d look perplexed; ‘what’s so interesting about that building?’ It was amusing.
When I walked into the temp agency, it was PACKED! I had used this temp agency before ( about 15 years ago) and the last time I was there, it was a quiet place. One where you could go, spend a little time choosing what you want to do and when, etc…. Well, well, times have changed. Immediately, I realized I even have competition at the temp agency. It feels really weird to be in this predicament. I’ve always felt special, but I don’t know anymore…
Woe is me.
Since then, I’ve had more rejection letters. But today! Today, I learned that I made it to the next level for a city clerk position. I didn’t get an interview. I get to take a test. Yay. I’ve never been so excited to take a test. If I have a top score, I will pass to the next level: the interview.

Anyway, I’ve been doing a lot and I have a bunch of photos, but I am going to finish tomorrow. I am so bored, I need to have something to look forward to. And blog peeps, I’m turning to you for my entertainment ๐Ÿ˜‰

So, I’ll see you tomorrow with some photos of what I’ve been doing the last few weeks…..

Hello beautiful day.

Good day y’all. The weather has been fabulous. My body was getting used to being cold, so now that we have this heat spurt, I am having hot flashes. Either that or, like a fellow mom at my kid’s school seems to think we have in common, I must be starting menopause. (which I am NOT! Thankyouverymuch!)

I got out the good ol’ cammie and took some Fall photos.

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British accent, fake glasses, a new era!

Lately, my young darlin daughter likes to talk in a British accent. And wear fake glasses. Is she becoming a hipster, or what? Must be all of the new influence at kindergarten.

Yes, didn’t I tell you? She started kindergarten! Oh my nelly. She’s all growned up. Here she was her first day – going & coming:

Here was my older son on his first day – he started 2 days before my daughter. This is the only year they will go to the same school.

Aw. Doesn’t he look so excited? NOT!

Anyway, we’ve had a great, change filled week. I think it’s me that’s having the hardest time with change. I miss my baby girl all day. I’ve been home cleaning & cleaning. And that’s it. I haven’t even watched tv during the day. Just cleaned. And now I have to look for a job.

wahhhh.

Oh, look what else we did this weekend – hung out with the cuz;s. Aw.

I made the girls play outside and had the boys make us brownies. And boy, they were super yummy brownies. I like making the kids cook & bake. It’s a win win situation.

We’re going to the drive in tonight, so I have to go, but before I do, here’s the my favorite new picture. It’s my niece and Jake. Just chillin. Like homies.

Canada, eh?

A sad, sad story.

I was driving down a pretty busy road – not a highway by any means, but a main vessel in my city – when I saw a car on the other side hit a dog. The driver kept on driving and the owner of that dog, approximately a 10-12 year old boy, attempted to stop traffic so he could get his dog. He was screaming and crying and flailing his arms to stop the traffic that kept on passing by. I was on the other side of the road, but seeing that no one was stopping to help, I halted my own car and jumped out to help the boy and his dog. I was aghast that people could keep on going by! It was a horrifying sight.

As traffic kept on going, even with my car in the middle of my lane (and the hit dog in the middle of the other), I tried to calm the boy. I pet the dog, trying to figure out a way to move him out of the road. He was a larger dog and I was afraid he would bite. His leg had been hit. I could see everything below what would’ve been his fur. Vessels and blood and muscle – all bare. But I thought he would be okay. It was just his leg. So, I pet the dog and told the boy, “don’t worry, he will live. It’s okay.” I thought that would calm him down. Then suddenly there was another lady there, taking charge. She handed me her phone and the little boy (frantic all the while) told me his mom’s phone number. After several tries, his mother would not answer. Then, another man came. This time, a foreign man with an accent. He said, “I hit the dog, it was so fast. I am so sorry.” At first, I wanted to beat him up, but then resolved to the fact that he did indeed come back and so he at least had to have some decency.

I thought things were out of my hands at that point, so I left in my car and called the police. I gave the police my name and number. And wouldn’t you know it, the police called that evening. They said the man who hit the dog left before the police got there and didn’t leave his information behind so they were just calling to get the facts of the event. I told the officer everything I knew, even how disappointed I was that drivers kept on driving by and how they just drove around a hit dog and his owner, just a small boy. Then, I asked how the dog was. And he said it did not make it. So, I am left with the visions of a distraught little boy and the lie that I told him.

As I lay down to sleep last night, after I had tried to exhaust my brain and thoughts with reading, I had to sing to myself ‘lalalalalalalalalalalala’ every time the picture of the dog with the open wounded leg or the little boy screaming in the street or the man with the accent saying he did it popped into my mind. ‘lalalalalalalalalalala.’ Those sad, sad thoughts & visions will be with me forever.

The worst of it is that I am so saddened for that little boy, the grief he felt that night and will feel for the rest of his life, feeling responsible for his dog’s death, I am sure, but I can’t stop thinking that my kids, too, will probably at some point in their lives be stricken with some sort of grief. Maybe just a dog being hit by a car, or maybe worse. And there is absolutely nothing I can do about that. That powerlessness scares me. I have no idea what the future holds or the things my kids will be faced with, happy or sad. I can only pray & pray & pray that they have mostly happy lives.