Good Night? Good Morning??

I'm not certain if this is a sunrise or sunset. I was thinking it was a sunset, but now that I look at it more, I think it is a sunrise. I am up that early on a fairly regualr basis.

I hate mornings.

Five Months Later, They Are All Still Best Buddies

Canyon: "Zzzzzzzzzzz."
Voodoo: "That's really annoying."
Gypsy: "Stupid human."
Copper: "Shhh, I's sleepin'."

Mittens Are Not For Wearing

If you recall, my husband nicknamed the new kittens in the house 'the Mittens'. He has a unique gift for the oddball things. It makes me laugh. He's fun.

"I r t3h skarri tygrr! Rrrrarrr!!1!!"

We had the mittens for almost two weeks at this point. We've had them for five months now. Boo loves having kittens in the house. It's nice that Canyon is such a cuddle monkey and doesn't mind being picked up and snuggled.


They grow up so fast! This was one month ago. They are almost six months old here. You can't see how full and fluffy their tails are, but oh my goodness, they are balls of fluff, both of them. I need to get rolling again on some pictures, get some good updated photos of the little ones. Gypsy is still so small and delicate, though her personality can be rather abrasive with the way she enjoys disdaining people. Canyon is a much more robust boy, and much bigger than she is, but a total purring lovebug. One of his common nicknames is Purrball.

I can hardly wait to have an actual house so we can see about fostering kittens from the local Humane Society, and also see about adopting those greyhounds I want.

I Taek Pikumchurs

You really do need to click on this for the full effect of the larger size. I really like watching water drip like this. It moves in such fascinating ways. It's a challenge to catch it on camera without setting it up. I guess I'm obsessed with water partially because I'm a Piscean.

Yay fishies!

This is one of the railing posts at my apartment complex during a rainshower.

All Hallow's E'en

Each picture should be clickable. It will take you to the flickr photo, and 'all sizes' can be clicked on to get a better look at the actual size I uploaded. Now on to the pickychures!!


The young man (I wanted to type boy, he's just so young!) wearing the dress shirt and trousers is a missionary for my church. His partner is featured here in just a moment. They were a blast to have in our area. They both really connected with Brandon, especially when it came to video games. Buncha nerds! (jokes! I'm a total gamer too)

Here we had taken them to the local pumpkin patch. We like having the misisonaries over for dinner from time to time, and this time we decided on a picnic dinner amidst the pumpkins. I think Elder Johnson and Brandon are discussing the variety of chips sitting in the trunk at the moment.


Here is our little picnic spread. My sister is with us, even though she was a smidgen late to the party. The other missionary boy is out exploring amongst the pumpkins at this point.

We all probably got a bit of dust and dirt in our sandwiches, but everyone needs a peck of dirt every now and then!

Boo looking for the perfect Boo Pumpkin. She may have narrowed her sights on one!

Note the look of dismay and disgust on Elder Harrill's face. Note the piece of pumpkin stem in his right hand. Also note the freshly overturned pumpkin in the lower left of the picture, right in front of him.

I'd be irritated too.

Jazz hands!! With more feeling Elder Johnson!!


The pumpking patch we go to each year is more of a pumpking farm than a little patch. It's awesome.

"Hey! I found one that looks like my head!"

I kid you not he said that.

Fastfoward a little to the Trunk-or-Treat. This was a highlight for me. Pin-the-nose-on-the-pumpkin game. Boo had just finished her turn. If you look under the girl's right wrist, you will see where she landed the nose.

I laughed.

This is my sister's husband. No, not that sister, the other one. He and my sister put this together. It looks AWESOME! My sister made the vest for him. Just took an old sheet and marked a pattern out right on his body. Then they cut the pattern out and cut the material, then just used the leather to stitch it together. She also coffee dyed the shirt. They bought the legs, mask, and gloves. He had a blast scaring the childrens. In fact, he scared the beejeebies out of our little niece.

The little girl is two and a half. My mother took her and her four year old brother over to their (sister and husband's) house too. I do it every year more or less because boo likes to show off for her aunties. So when my mother brought the little ones up to the door, my bro-in-law answers in his costume. Immediately our neice says "I'm tired. I wanna go home." and tries to leave.

Of couse she won't say she's scared. She just is suddenly tired. It was hilarious.

So, this is my little faerie. The only thing I made was the headband and I replaced the flowers on the wings. My accident prevented me from laboring over a sewing machine. But I think we were able to conjure up a fairly cute fae. Some of it we borrowed, some bought, some of it we already had. The choker I made a while back was the perfect final touch. :)

And now off into the night to revel with the other spirits and spooks, begging treats in place of mischevious tricks.

I Mean It This Time

Okay, so maybe I don't, but seriously, I do want to blog. I just haven't been. And I don't have any good excuses. But don't tell my ego that.

So, since it has been quite a while, I suppose to should at least write a little about what has been going on. That in and of itself is a small paradox, because both a lot and nothing has really happened.

To be specific, it feels like nothing much has happened the past couple months. Before I think too much on it, it seems I have just lazily sailed through the days, poking at cats, cleaning, and internet. However, when I do start going back over what has gone on, a surprising amount has happened to me.

It all sort of starts with the Kia. Of course I had written a little about the issues we had. Well, it turned out, it just needed some transmission fluid. My hubby is not a car guy, so when he had taken it to Grease Monkey, and was told ALL fluids, including transmission, were filled, he took their word for it. So when things started to go downhill, he never thought to crawl through the hood. Neither did I, and I should have.

We discovered this when I took the Kia into a local, trustworthy mechanic.

I could have spit nails. Metal ones. Really long pointy metal ones.

They filled it up, charged me for the fluid, and sent me on my merry way.

Yay! So we had a second vehicle on good condition. Life was good. I had my own wheels now. I could take Boo to school in the morning, now that it's too cold for her to walk (her asthma acts up in the cold air), and have a vehicle to run about in for whatever I needed.

So I personally detail the car (mostly) with a little assistance provided by Boo. We at least get it cleaned, wiped down, and looking passable for a clean-ish car. We get all the trash out of the cab and the trunk, and vaccuum till there's nothing left to vaccuum. It shines inside and out. My plan is to drive Boo to school in the mornings, and walk to school to pick her up. Exercise for me, exercise for her. We both get stronger, and her lungs get stronger.

Then I get sick.

No walkies for me.

Okay, no big deal. I take a week of illness, then go back to the plan. The massive coffee table in the livingroom gets moved so the hubby and I can at least think about properly exercising, and I start formulating a plan. I get better, and am ready to enact my plan when screech crash bang.

Some lady headed the opposite direction as me decides to make a left hand turn right in front of me three weeks ago.

My poor little car. My plans. My walkies. My exercising. My sewing projects (Boos Halloween costume specifically, along with one for me, a fuzzy pillow, and pink and black fairy skirts). All either wrecked or placed on hold.

The whole situation was quite upsetting. I had already purchased the material for the Halloween costume. My Virgo-ness (my rising sign) was very irate that my plans had been scrambled. I was devastated and sickened about the car (fortunately it's not in bad condition and still drivable) and all the time I had just put into it, and all the plans I was making for it.

However, all in all, I was quite blessed that it had not been worse. I normally travel that stretch of road a lot faster. I also could have easily been distracted for a split second and not been able to hit the brakes as quickly. I could have chosen to ignore my seatbelt, as I do from time to time. Someone could have been driving right behind me.

Scary, but I was able to walk away from that situation. Now I get to busy myself with attournies (we got a lawyer to deal with her insurance company), chiropractic visits, and mountains of papers. Not fun, but it could have been so much worse.

On the lighter side, the new car, a shiny (would be shiny but needs a bath) wine coloured 2006 Ford Taurus SES, has something truly awesome, aside from all the features hanging out in the cab and under the hood. It's in the trunk.

This made me laugh. It still does. It's not enough to simply direct whomever may be trapped in the trunk to pull down to open trunk. They need to be certain to hop out and run away. Truly morbid in it's own way. I love it.

Up next time, Halloweeny pictures, pumpkiny pictures, and pictures in general.