F is for Friends

Yes we are an odd bunch, but we are friends.  Living in a small town, I am lucky enough to have known these misfits (i mean misfits in a cool way), eccentric, some times inebriated, and often flamboyant people.  We all went to school with each other, and I have been friends with them since elementary school. 
LOL  Maybe it is because we live in a small town, that we cling to each other.  You know there aren't many people as cool as these ones to hang out with in the middle of noweheres ville.

So we may all have different colored hair.  I where the pink, duck wears the purple, and Dee sports the multi color look, and when we are all together we look like a spilt up box of skittles. Our kids know what rock is. they are all under five, but can head bang better then some.  We are loud and it is very hard not to throw a dirty joke into our conversations.  When we can't say the dirtiness out loud, we know what each other is thinking by a lift of an eyebrow and a sly smile.  Yes i trust these wild mamma's with my little girl, as I know she will be well taken care of.  Ducky will most definitely make sure that violet keeps the tye dye on the shirt and make sure she doesn't drink it.  Dee is famous for making kids love Chile and tea parties.   Yup those are my girls.

Believe it or not Ducky and I are supposed to be evil enemy's considering she is Jason's Ex-girlfriend.  Come to think of it so is Denise.......wow proof this is a small town.  Hmmm no need to find new friends because when I'm in need of a significant other bitch fest, they know where I'm coming from.  Poor Jason.   Honestly though, I don't think Jason and I would have lasted so long if it wasn't for my girls and all their ex girl friend advice.  LOVE MY LADIES.

Over the past year or so, I have renewed a friendship, with probably the sweetest girl (and her family) in the world.  My very own German Blondie bombshell, Jessica.  I swear, she probably gets tired of me saying it, but this girl should be a model in a magazine.  She was my first friend when I moved to new Mexico We met at a 4-H meeting and we where both the new kids in town and probably the only white ones at that.  She came from Germany, and I from California.  We both felt as if we where dumped off in a dusty, brown twilight zone, where every one spoke a different language. 

Not only is Jessica the sweetest person I know, she is also the most forgiving person I know.  Like most teenage girls, I went hay wire with craziness and the urge to be...I don't know free from every thing.  So I became hell bent on getting in trouble, hanging out with bad people, and just not being a very good person.  I eventually was sent to live with my dad back in California. To make a long story short I lost communication with my good friend, Jessica.  I never forgot her though, and always felt guilty, not having the juevos to reach out to her.  After about eight years I got an email from her and BAM!  So know we try to get a ride in at least once a week, and are chit chatting it up like old times.  Proof that time means nothing to friends.

So this Flog is for the homies!
peace, much love, and good vibes sent out to the ladies!

Jessica

Dee

Ducky

E is for Easter

I am not a religious person, and for the most part my family isn't either.  My brothers and I where never baptised as we where given a choice of what religion we wanted to be a part of when we got older.  This gave us a chance to do our own research, and make outr own conclusions about religion.  I was never able to choose one as there are so many, all with their good and bad points.  I deffinatly do not associate my self with Christianity or the Catholic church. So all in all Violet is not baptised and will not be, until she decides what religion she wants to be in.

With all that being said, we still celebrate the holidays.  Christmas, The day of the dead, and Easter.  And as Easter is tomorrow It is the word of the day.  I truly don't believe Easter is a christian holiday.  To me it is a pagan holiday (and no pagans are not witches with green skin and bunps on their noses) created to celebrate Ishtar (pronounced Easter), the moon goddess, who went through a 28 day cycle and ovulated when the moon was full.  Ishtar  became pregnant by the suns rays (wheres the fun in that?).  She gave birth to a son who really like rabbits, named Tammuz.  The celebration of Ishtar Sunday was created to morn the death of Tammuz, where pig was eaten, because a pig killed him.  Rabbits and Eggs (because of the moons conception)  became a symbol of this celebration.

Ishtar

So enough history lessons. Today we will be coloring eggs with some of our friends, and getting really messy.  Tomorrow, we have a big day planned for all the little kids.  We will be making bird feeders out of pine cones and peanut butter. Kid will be jumping like lunatics because we will have a jumping balloon, and an Easter egg hunt.  Complete with lots and lots of food, and candy. I promise to post pics, of all the kids with dilated pupils from the large amount of sugar consumption.
Peace an much love.

Photo bombing



Violet with her big cousin Aiden.




"I got me some jewels"




Violet with baby Sabrina Blake.  Violet was in love with the baby and gave her so many hugs and kisses



my hubby at the park

Tire tunnel

waaaaaaa?????

Lol i have a line on my nose because the sun burn is pealing GROSS!!

Violet loves to scare mommy on the swings

we are still hoping that our mexican elder will grow back after the freeze

D is for Dentist

Thank you for visiting my Dolg on D day.  Wow it sounds so foreboding, and it is because today's word is Dentist.  My arch Nemesis, and worst nightmare.  I figure you have to be very demented to be a dentist, with all that drilling and grinding, and filling and poking and pulling.  GROSS, totally freaks me out!  Not only is it disgusting!  Okay, okay, it isn't the dentist that I really hate, usually they are really nice.  I just dislike the whole thing.  I'm terrified of going to the dentist.

I get all sweaty, and my heart trys to escape my chest.  I turn into a babbling crying shaking mess.  So I just don't go.  I know it is bad, but I have a real fear, I guess I should get some help on that.

Anyways, Violet had her Dentist appointment the other day.  As hard it is for me to even walk into a dentist office, I had to take her.  I don't want her to be scared of getting her teeth checked, because of me.  So we went.

I was so preoccupied with Violets laughter and excitement that I didn't even think about all the torture that was happening behind closed doors.  See how easy it is to preoccupy me.  I did take her to of course a pediatric dentist, and they had the coolest play ground inside.  Violet had so much fun going up and down the stairs and then sliding down the slide.

My only issue with the whold thing was that I wasn't allowed to take pictures of her in her first exam.  Boo!! The said I couldn't photograph because of "Patient confidentiality".  I wasn't to happy about that.  She is my baby and her confidentiality is at my discretion.  So what if I want to post pictures of her teeth being brushed on the Dolg.  Oh well.

But I did get some really cute pictures of my toothy girl in the waiting room.  Enjoy.

C is for Cachinnate

Today on the CLOG (B substituted for C), I will be clogging about one of my favorite activities.  I love to cachinnate!  I cachinnate a lot, and some times I just can't help it.  People look at me weird when I do it, bust most of the time I don't care. When I cachinnate in public, people either cachinnate with me, or they give me dirty looks.     Before I continue, I should give you the definition.

Cachinnate- To laugh loudly and inappropriately (pronounced Ka-Ku-Nate)

I don't know if it is because I'm part Italian and Puerto Rican, so maybe I'm just naturally loud, and when I laugh I cachinnate. I'm a big girl with an even bigger laugh. 

Here are some appropriate times to cachinnate

While watching "Yo Gabba Gabba"  with your little one.

When some one calls you fat or trys to insult you. 

When some one is arguing with you.  It really pisses them off.

When you are frightened and you really want to seem like the tough guy.

When your mom trips over her own feet.

When your daughter does number two on your Mother-in-law and Mom.

Inappropriate times to cachinnate

during a pap smear

at a school for the hearing impaired

When your pastor is talking about the "immaculate conception"

At a anti Marijuana convention

During a funeral

I can't think of any more inappropriate times. Help me out here folks.

FB word fun

Crime- went to jail for a night. Was actually fun.  I got to play basket ball at 2 in the morning, and the guards wanted to chip in and pay my bail, but the bailiff wouldn't take a check.  they said I was to honest to be in jail LOL
Crazy- Does having pink hair make you crazy or just a clown??
CaCa- Damian calls me Caca because he can't say Bekah.  When he knows he is coming to my house he says "I GO CACA!!"
Cool Beans- Nerds say this a lot.  I guess that makes me a nerd.
Candy- I have to have some thing sweet every night before I go to bed, or I won't be able to crash out. 
Cybercondria- LOL any one who would seek health advice over the Internet via blogs, youtube, or Facebook, other social networking sites, deserve to be sick.
Cannabis- I had a lot of requests on this one.  Should be legal, and taxed.  If I can drink a beer you should be allowed to smoke a spliff. nuff said.

Tomorrow is D day so think of D words.  I will be putting up Violets Dentist appointment pictures!
Peace out and much love.

B is for Babeldom

Time for the letter B.  I choose the word "Babeldom", and though, it isn't in the Websters Dictionary, it is in the Century Dictionary.  What's the difference?  I don't know but it is an awesome word, because it is the word of the day, on the blog post of the day.  Here is the definition.

Babeldom-noun- The confusion and noise of Babel; a state of confusion and noise resembling that of Babel.

I picked this word because this is what I listen to ALLLLLL Day!  If it isn't the voices babbling in my head, or my mom after a couple of beers, it is the little one at my feet babbling away.  Oh the days are long gone of adult conversation.

I have a Babeldom in my head.  I'm sure you have noticed that I'm afflicted with it.  They come out at night mostly when I am laying in bed trying to sleep.  Or some times when I'm working in the garden all alone.  Now they are not the "Son of Sam" kind of voices, that would be even more disturbing.

Some times I respond to the voices with a little snicker.  Like they told me a joke.  I try not to laugh out loud when that happens.  I mean that would be way odd.  Me standing in line at the bank, and then I burst out with a Hardy laugh.  Na I think I will leave that to my pops.


Okay now for some Facebook fun.
I asked some of my FB buddies for words that start with "B" here is what they posted, and my responses to them
 
Bacon- I wish violet would eat meat, so that she could enjoy the fatty goodness as much as I do.
Brat- I argue that I'm not.  Most would disagree.
Butt- totally lacking in that department
Belief- I believe in the religion of love.  Not a fan of religion, but a big fan of that fuzzy feeling of love.
Biodegradable- the very loud sun chip bag is supposed to be biodegradable.  Well, it has been in the compost pile for two years now, and looks like it did when we put it in there. defiantly not biodegradable.
Brains- Zombies eat them.
Boobs- Triple D's
Bong- A few years ago I could hit a bong like a champ. Now it makes me paranoid, so no more of that.  But still, Happy 4:20 my peeps. And Paul I hope you are enjoying that big spliff in the sky.
Bonkers- my nickname in elementary school.
Beavis and Butthead- Jason, and Clay
Botchla- Poison the Well!!!! HELLS YEAH CHRIS SALGADO!!!!
 
Okay okay that's it! Thanks be to the Babeldom that is FaceBook.
Peace out and much love.
 



liars



A is for Abdominus

So here I am thinking of what word to use for my first A to Z blog challenge.  Of course Bing is my saviour when it comes to things like this.  Clickity click click and the search results for "words starting with the letter A" pops up on my computer. I do a little scrolling and BANG a word pops out describing the physical me.  LOL you can probably guess where this is going.  Here's the definition.

Abdominus- Having a paunch or big belly. 

Yup I have a big ol' front butt LMAO.  Apparently it is genetic in my family.  Even my very thin very small aunts have the pooch.  It haunts us every time we try to pull up our pants, fighting to keep the bulge inside our jeans.  The pooch conquers every time, though,  it will literally flip and roll it's way out to expose it's jiggly glory to all who dare look.  Poor Violet is already afflicted with the curse of the belly bulge.

Wonda Syks has named her pooch Bertha or something like that.  It seems appropriate to name mine Agnis since it is letter A day.  Agnis the Abdominus. 

The word Abdominus sounds like a gladiator name. Yes from now on you all must address me as Maximus Abdominus the Great and Mighty. 

How can I laugh about some thing so disturbing you ask?  Well, over the years I have acquired another trait that is genetically passed down between the woman in my family.  And luck have it, the word also starts with the letter A.  ATTITUDE.  We may have big abdomens, but we posses even bigger attitudes.  Loud, always laughing, and strong.  No need to worry about front butts, when we can laugh about them instead. 

So this one goes out to you Agnis,  I LOVE YOU!!!!!

Had a little fun with paint. 

A to Z Challange

I always see those challenges on my FB page, where you either have to post a picture a day of things that describe you, or a song a day.  I never join in on them because I either don't have the time, or I am just not interested.  I am always interested in what my friends post when it comes to these challenges.  I began looking for one that I could do on the blog, and after much consideration (okay not really that much)  I have found one that I think suites me.  Thus presenting the "A to Z blog challenge".

 

The reason I have picked this challenge is that it is pretty simple.  My blog posts are supposed to associate with the letter of that day.  Alphabetically of course.  I can use photos, poems, recipes, pretty much every thing.  The challenge does call for the posts to be done every thing, but that just doesn't work for me.  I'm sure you guys have noticed some weeks I am MIA and some weeks I am a posting machine. 

 

So now I'm thinking about what I could do for the letter A.  I ate an Apple to strike my imagination.  I mean Issac Newton formulated his theory of gravity from and apple colliding with his head as it fell from a tree. Let's see what I can come up with.  I'm willing to to take any suggestions

 

I know I plan on trying to include the whole mommy and baby thing into my challenge, that is after all the forum of my blog.  Also you guys are welcome to click on the link and join the fun.  And if you don't have a blog I suggest you try it.

 

Yes I will also do the post about Damian VS Violet round 2.  I haven't forgotten, and how could I.  You all enjoyed it so much.  So stay tuned folks.

Baby MMA

LOL Little Vi is snoring in her daddie's arms.  So cute.  It is true what they say, "Babies are cute but they are asleep they are more cute".

My little girl is in a very selfish stage right now.  I am constently repremanding her with "No, Violet,  shaAAaare".  Wich is often replied with a vigourus head shake and "Na Uh".  Actually that is the nice reply,  more often then not, she turns into baby godzilla and is head set on total destruction and annihalation.  She stomps her feets so hard the world will shake beneath your feet.  I'm still trying to figure out when she became a pro baseball pitcher, because she can pitch a toy hard and fast. 

Today Damian came over, and as usually their was a whole slew of crying and temper tantrums.  I think they try to compete on who is the cutest.  Most of the time they play very well together, but they do have their moments.  Violet got into her first and second slap fight today.  I know, I know it sounds like we are pitting them against each other, but the baby fights are bound to happen.  Of course they where fighting over toys.  Violet would have something and Damian would want it, or the other way around.  They get so worried about trying to cram as many toys into their little arms, that they forget to play with them, and are continuously dropping them and bending over to pick them up again.  Or they forget about the toy all together until the other one has it, and then they remember about how much they LOVE that toy and it is an absolute must that it be returned to their possession immediately. 

First slap fight went as follows:
Violet wanted Damian's sippy cup.  A struggle of epic proportions commences.  I can only imagine what the translation was of all the gibberish....so I will

Violet "Hey foo gimmie dat Bott Toe (that's what it sounds like when violet says bottle)"

Damian " No my friend, you are mistaken.  For this contraption here is a sippy cup, not at 'Bott Toe'.  You are an ingrate"

Violet " Homie, you really wanna go there??? This is a Bott Toe jaking and you better role with my flow, or you going down like charlie brown"

Damian  "That's all well and jolly my dear Violet, but this is hardly a "Bott Toe", and I have no comprehension of what "down like charlie brown" even means"

Violet " Fine then G you might get this better.....YOUR MOMMA SMELLS LIKE MY DIRTY DIAPERS!!!"

Damian "  You offend my good nature I challenge you to a duel"

Thus the challenge was met by a brutal slap slap slap to Violet's waiting cheek.
I think she would have had him if the adults hadn't jumped up and resolved the matter via time outs and scolding. 
Note:  I have no reason why Violet sounds like a hoodlum that in some life might wear Jincos and a muscle shirt.  Or even more, I don't have a reason why Damian sounds like a law professor that might in some life wear a monocle and with a ruffled white shirt and a vest.  But yes........this is just how things work in my head.

I will have to describe the second slap fight in a later post.  I am very exhausted from reffing two wrestling babies.  Fighting can be very tiring. So here are some pictures
so peace out friends.

Damian showing off his muscles.  Prepping for the big fight

Violets bloody mouth after the incident.  Okay it is really Kool Aid but it works with the story.

Link up for moms

Thanks to a very interesting blog I have been following, I came across this link.  It is a site where young mothers can meet and learn from each other.  The creator of this link says some thing along the lines that to her mothers are under the age of 25.  I myself will be turning 25 in a few months, but like most of my mommy friends, we still all feel young at heart.  I don't know if I have it together a lot of the times, and I struggle. 
Really I'm posting this site, because I feel that mothers of all ages could use a little support.  Weather you are a "young mom"  or not we could all use some advice and friendship. 

So blogging buddies link up!

Breast Feeding Dolls?

So yet another controversial object being market to our young children.  You might be surprised on which side I stand on.  Or not so surprised if you know me.

Berjuan Toy's, has produced a Breast Feeding Doll.  The doll comes with a sort of halter top that little girls and boys can put on over a shirt.  The halter top has two little flowers placed on the fabric where the child's nipples would be.  When the baby cries they can place the dolls mouth over the flowers where a censor activates the doll to make suckling sounds.  Simple enough, right?

Is this disturbing to you?  It isn't to me.  In fact, what is disturbing are the comments that some "Adults" and critics are saying about the doll. 

"What's next, introducing them to S&M and bondage?" read one comment.

Eric Ruhalter a writer for a parenting column for the New Jersey Star Ledger publicly says "What's next (I just love how they always start with 'whats next') Bebe Limp — the male doll who experiences erectile dysfunction? Bebe Cell Mate — a weak, unimposing doll that experiences all the indignation and humiliation of life in prison?"

Some people even made statements like "why don't we just give them dildo's and teach them about masturbation"

To me Bebe Limp and dildo's are a huge leap from breastfeeding.  And Mr. Ruhalter, they do make toys like Bebe Cell Mate already.  Grand Theft Auto was a huge seller for our youngsters, and every super hero needs a villain to be placed in prison.  Will Batman and Spiderman, soon be on your disgusting list.

Isn't that nuts?  It never fails to burn my biscuits when people sexualize such things as breast feeding. Still, it is one thing to disagree with the toy, but it is another to be posting such nasty things.  Can they not defend their opinions in a mature manner? 

So this is what I think about the doll.  I honestly don't think there is anything wrong with it.  Some say it will promote teen pregnancy.  I just think this is just a scape goat for what's really wrong with society and the way they promote sexual activity in the media.  In any case, most teenage mothers simply refuse to breast feed.  Some are worried about saggy boobs, while others just don't have the patience for it.  I don't know about the whole nature vs nurture deal, but could it be possible that if some of them grew up with doll, they may be more inclined to breast feed?  Maybe.  It could also be a far fetched idea.  But one thing is for certain, breast feeding is the healthiest way to feed your baby,  can't be wrong with promoting that.

Why is it "normal" for every feeding doll to come with a bottle.  Yes it may be normal or i guess the modern way, but it isn't technically the natural way babies where meant to be fed.  In fact, bottle feeding didn't become normal until big pharmaceutical companies decided to make fake breast milk, and ca ching did their pay checks get bigger.  Makes me wonder why formula is so expensive.  I always thought that formula should be cheaper,  and our government should be regulating that.  spending 30 bucks for a can seems kind of outrageous when it comes to feeding our children.  Sorry getting off point.

Another thing, why is it okay that we buy our children toy guns, and bombs, and let them pretend they are killing something?  Does that make them future murderers and war lords?  Let a little girl pretend to be a nurturing breast feeding mother and it is out of the question.

We as woman are beautiful creatures that can do some pretty amazing things.  We can grow a child inside of our wombs and share our bodies with another human being.  Give birth, which is amazing all on it's own, and then provide nourishment from our own bodies to feed these little babies.  It is not disgusting or sexual in any way shape or form.  I will not feel shame for some thing that I was made to do.  I simulated my mother when she breastfed my little brothers, by lifting up my shirt and trying to feed my dolls.  I wanted to be like mommy, I wanted to learn how to one day become a good mommy myself.  And if Violet does the same then so be it.  I would rather have this doll then have Abercrombie and Fitch selling my seven year old daughter padded bra's and thongs.

I understand that the doll might not be for every one, but lets have an adult forum about this.  Would you buy the doll for your child?  What do you think about it?

Selling Thongs to Children

"The underwear for young girls was created with the intent to be lighthearted and cute. Any misrepresentation of that is purely in the eye of the beholder."  

This was the reply of an Abercrombie and Fitch representative on a CNN broadcast.  The underwear in question is marketed and made for small girls ranging from the age of seven to fourteen.  And guess what type of "chonies" they are selling to are very impressionable children?  THONGS!!! Can you believe it?  Not only are they selling the thongs, but they are planting sexually suggestive wording on the crotches, like "wink wink" and "eye candy". 

When I saw the cast of "The View"  talking about this subject this morning, I was shocked.  Barbra Walters said it best, "They are dressing these little girls like whores."  The show made me do a little more research and as I was reading some of the news articles about the subject my jaw dropped lower and lower to the ground.  

Abercrombie and Fitch  is nothing more than a product line and manufacture of border line child pornography.  Their campaign ads disgust me, portraying almost nude teenagers and very young girls.  Marketing mostly to preteens and teenagers.  Blatantly telling them,  that being sexy and sexual is the only thing that matters and it is what we want as a society, very young and very naked children.

Now don't get me wrong.  I understand that it is completely up to the parent to sensore or children as we see fit.  That it is up to us as adults to tell our little girls that these ads do not depict real beauty, and that they do not need to look like this, buy this, or dress like this to be considered beautiful.  Self adoration comes from with in and not with what you wear, or how you look.  Shame on those parents that don't teach their little ones self confidence and what realistic beauty is.  But there has to be some responsibility placed on these companies.  They are attacking our children's sexuality and innocence, and we as mothers and fathers must be on the front line defending them.

Are panty line really an issue on our children's play grounds?  I mean come on! 

Anyways, I could never really afford their overpriced and cheaply made clothing in the first place and their stores smell like terrible crappy incense that always leaves my head pounding, but now I absolutely refuse to even walk into their stores.  BOYCOTT A&F!!!

A pair of the offensive underwear.

Comments for or against?

Chocolate Garden

Oh man I'm pooped.  The wind let up today, so it was a dirty day in the garden.  Aw, nothing like planting my little seedling babies in their planters  ONLY TO BE RIPPED UP BY VIOLET AND MY MOTHER!!!!  That's right twice was I running to the offenders screaming " I just planted that!!!".  But I guess things are done better the second time.....Nope I'm just being kind.  LOL. 

Violet has been bitten by the "Na Uh"  bug.  "You want some Green Beans?"  "Na Uh".  "Time to go inside."  "Na Uh".  "You like Momma more than Dada?".  "Na Uh"  WHAT!!!  Her head is constantly shaking to indicate her decision of NO. 

Uh Oh, has also been gracing her little puckered lips a lot lately.  Uh oh for every thing. 

The other day I had a Mommy Freak Out Episode.  My clumsy little girl decided to plant her face on our concrete patio.  Her forehead was immediately decorated with a massive lump, and her lips where red with blood.  The skin under her nose was road raged off leaving a scab that made her look like baby Hitler.  Oh I cried and was so worried.  It was her first major wipe out, and I'm sure it won't be her last.  I'm not looking forward for the next wipe out.  I was shaking like a heroine addict with out her fix.  It wasn't long before she was running around laughing and having a good time, but still thinking about it, I get emo.  My friend asked me today if I had taken pictures.  I immediately replied "NO! I would cry every time I had to look at them".  Some thing about having babies makes you all wimpy and what not.

Another update.  I have pink hair, and I totally love love love it!  Can't get more wild than that.  True I look like a blow pop,  but I got to say it brings out the green in my eyes LOL.  I will put pictures up soon.

I got some great pictures of violet getting chocolate waste.  She demolished a pudding cup today.  I know it isn't good for her, but I figure she got most of it every where but in her mouth.  So enjoy some photo bombing.



Oh the mess.



time to clean up.

A dove on the gate.

New Garden Shed.  Only took the guys two days to put it up.



Sunset in the garden





Creepy owl with cataracts protecting the garden from zombies.



Guilty Giving Away

Today was "Clean the room" day.  It is pretty impossible to keep my room clean because Jason and I share our room with Violet, a fifty five gallon fish tank, and a HUGE iguana, whose cage takes up a quarter of the room. Thanks to good warm weather our two dogs are able to sleep outside once again.  Yeah, space is limited in our little cornor of the house.  Thanks be to the architect who decided that the rooms in this house should be big.  Still, as big as our room is,  It is hardly enough space for a family of three and all their belongings.  Some times I feel like if one thing is out of place the whole room is in shambles.  And in that case the whole room is often in "shambles"  (note:  what the hell is a "shamble")
With any luck our credit will be excellent in a few more months, and all debt will be paid off.  Crossing our fingers that time flies by fast so we can start house shopping, and we can build our castle on five acres of my families land.

I started to just "pick up" the room.  Next thing you know, drawers are splayed out and every trinket in my room is placed in a proper pile with things of it's similarity.  Oh my gosh it was like a hoarders junk fest after I looked at every thing.  Must make room, must make room, kept going through my head.  But how do you throw all that neat stuff into the donate bucket?  HOW I ASK!?!?  I literally have to close my eyes and clench my teeth as I think about the neglected little things going into what seems like the largest lost and found bin called GoodWill.

Getting rid of Violet's stuff is the worst.  I some times wonder if I am the only mommy in the world that goes through a depression every time I go through the clothes she no longer fits in.  Such tiny little things.  I think I can remember almost every time she wore those cute little skull shoes, and all the complements we got on them.  How she looked like a doll in that dress.  It drives me even more crazy when I realize that most of the stuff she has grown out of she has only worn a few times and they are practically new.  She just grows so fast! 

But now some updates:
Took sixth place in flags on sunday's rodeo.  YEEE HAAA
Violet popped two more molars on the bottom of her ever vanishing gummies.
Garden is going great,  Strawberries have not died, and I planted some stringy beanies today.  Now if the wind would stop blowing so I can plant some more stuff.
Shaved down toby,  He looks terrible but I'm sure he feels so much better.
And now I have to get the easter decorations out.
 Peace out and much love.


Soon to be the spot for our futur home.



Getting ready for the Easter Bunny

A messy little girl looking for birds

Mexican Elder in the front yard.  Hoping the freeze didn't kill the top branches.

There is no way I'm getting rid of these little shoes!  NEVER!!!!

Some of my seedlings.  Just waiting for the wind to stop so they can be planted in the garden.

Sunrise on the day of the rodeo.