Garden Update.

I have a minute to give you all an update on this years garden.  With any luck we will be selling at the farmers market soon.  Jason has taken Violet to the store to get some tripas for dinner tonight.  I thought fried cow intestines was gross until Denise shoved some down my throat.  I am so addicted.
I had a CALA meeting last Thursday, and got some very good information about Asexual Propagation and seedlings.  Asexual Propagation is just a smart ass way of saying growing plants from seeds.  That is exactly what I have been doing.  I had my little dixi cups full of dark soil and made little holes for my seeds.  I was so excited when I got my first little sprouts of the season.  But only some of them came up.  Turns out I had been frying the crap-o-la out of em, with the wrong soil.  Apparently to much fertilizer burns em up.  So the transplanting begins.  So far they are doing better, and most of them have got at least two or three leaves. 

Every thing is turning green out side.  New grass is sprouting, and flowers are budding,  bee's preparing their attack plans on me, and the turtles are tanning in the sun.  We have not planted in the garden yet, but you would never know as last years yield is still showing its leaves.  The stringy beanies that didn't make it into the kids mouths have all taken root in the sand.  Even four skinny asparagus stalks are sticking straight up towards the sky.

I will have to replant my strawberries.  That evil Jack Frost decided to make one last visit, and took my strawberries with him.  Jerk!  So that's it for now, enjoy the pictures of our little oasis in the desert.


I chased this butterfly around the Lilac bush forever just to get a perfect shot.



Oh our grand Ol' water tower. 

Scout my moms Sacata tortis.  He is very very nosey.



Woop Woop Dreamwalker way. 



Violet and I are enjoy any nice weather we get.  Makes feeding messes much easier when she can eat outside.

Violet and Lilac.

A day at the zoo

So first off I have to welcome my good friend, Duck, to blogger. If you all want to read some rude, tood, and crude, check her out at http://sewduckysew.blogspot.com/. She is a mama on a mission to expand her sewing collection, and tell you about her wild child! Follow her for some good times.

Now, for today's adventures. We found Violets real family at the zoo, today. She fit right in with the monkey exhibit, and had a full conversation with a black little monkey. Jason and I had no clue what they were discussing with the whole oo oo aa aa. But we put it together that the monkey was explaining to violet how to remove her diaper and fling poo.

We pushed her around in a safari Jeep wagon, and you could tell by the smug little smile on her face, that she thought she was the shiz nitt. I loved how she pointed out all the birds and went into a zombie like state in the underground sea lion exhibit. Even though she had a look of panic on her face, I know in her scared little heart that she loved the carousel. If only to be encouraged by her older cousin Desi, that it was really fun.

violet may become a lion tamer, as she showed no fear to the beasts in their exhibits. She pushed herself as close as she could over the elephants wall, with fingers outstretch in amazement. That's my little girl animal extraordinaire. If any man wants her when she gets older, he better swing in on a vine saying "Me Tarzan You Jane".

Jason's cousin kept saying "I love how alert she is, she is so inquisitive." My little girl, baby genius. We had a blast today with our family, daring one of our little cousins to suck the head juice out of a crawdad. GROSS!

So that was our day today. Now time to kick the feet up and chill.
love ya guys.

Where is my Brain

Alright, I know you get a case of forgetfulness when you get pregnant. But does your memory ever come back. I swear, I feel like Bullwinkle some times, well, most of the time. People say "write a list", shoot I forget where I would put it.
I used to have a brain as sharp as a Vikings battle ax. I could have rocked your world at the children's game "Memory". I could remember authors, quotes, people. They say you become more stupid when you smoke. Ha even then, I had straight A's. Now I don't even know what day it is, can't remember what I did yesterday, and loose every damn thing. I'm an avid reader, but now I find myself back stepping chapters to remember what happened a few pages before.
I guess what brought this forgetful frenzy on, is the misplacement of my beloved planner/ wallet. So what if the calender in the planner was two years old, and scribbled with all my doctors appointments from being pregnant. I loved that thing. Okay, okay, more like I loved the stuff in it. Like my ID, my social security cards, violets shot records, bank cards, receipts, and eye glass prescriptions. It was pretty much my portable filing cabinet.
I stayed up fuming at myself all night, and didn't entirely wake up in the most loveliest mood this morning. More like a wild animal. I started thinking. All those things I can get back. Yes, it is going to take some time, and lots of hours standing in lines with stinky people all as pissed off as I am at the MVD asshole that can't get their butts in gear. So I realized it is just going to be an issue of digging up some patience (though I wish I could just buy some),So what was I so upset about.
Then it hit me like a pigeon hitting the windshield. I'm pissed off at myself! I mean gosh, leaving it on top of the van roof. Yup, that's right. And you know the messed up part of it. My mom actually said as she saw me set it up there, "Don't forget your wallet." I still blame her for making me loose my train of thought, You know the one where I was repeating in my head "Don't forget my wallet."
I was mad that not even a month ago, I had left it in a restaurant only to argue with the receptionist that I didn't have an ID to show proof that it was mine because my ID was in the wallet. I was mad at all the times I forgot my grocery list at home, struggle to remember what I needed at the store, only to enter my vehicle and see the damn list on the seat. I was mad at all the times I have done laundry and have lost my clothes from the short trip to the bedroom from the laundry room. I still can't find my damn yoga pants. I loved not doing yoga in those pants!
One of my mommy friends told me "your brain shrinks when you have kids. Don't worry though it goes back to normal after a few years." Well, I did some research. I didn't find and science behind it, but it does seem to be a common flaw among mothers. I guess as long as I remember to change the babies diapers, feed her, and wipe front to back, I'm in the clear. BUT DAMN!!!! Will my brain ever be "my brain" again.

"Concerning culture as a process, one would say that it means learning a great many things and then forgetting them; and the forgetting is as necessary as the learning" ~Albert J. Nock