Prophetic April Fool

Often in plays the fool speakes much of the wisdom and prooves him/herself phofetic.  Today that would be me.  I thought of a grand April Fool's joke.  I cleaned the kitchen completely (a job my DH often does - I do the bathroom) And sent him an email saying that we had a flood in the house.  Well, when he went to fill the tub for Boo's bath he found we had no hot water.  When we looked in the basement there was a 3 foot wide wet zone from the water heater to the drain pipe *sigh*

It was only supposed to be a joke.  Next year I'll give fools Day a miss.  He hope that it's an easy fix...we'll know when Dad comes up from the basement.  At least all my dishes are clean and I got in most of my laundry.  I however, am a skodey mess.  *sigh*  Calgone take me away.

Is March over yet?

This last week has been hard and I'm sleep deprived.  I'm not going to go over all of it again so instead I'm going to post pictures of my daughter and the happy things she's been doing of late.

Here she is eating Chocolate icing after helping mom frost a chocolate cake.

And here she is enjoying the "daddy slide".  She's also obsessing about regular slides.  Lots of park time this summer I imagine.

 

 

 And here is her spa day

And my favorite of all; my little angel fast asleep and dreaming.

Carnevale di Venezia

Carnevale di Venezia has come and gone once again without my attendance.  I sit here at my computer as the season of festivity turns to the season of Lent - season of solemnity and piety, and look up at the mask my dear sister brought me from Venice.  I yearn to slip it on and run joyously through the streets in a swirl of silken color.  However, in Provo, Utah this may prove to be less than fun.

There is something so haunting and beautiful about Carnival in Venice*; a time, historically when class, like a face, was hidden behind a persona, and the streets and canals of Venice become a magical playground of pageantry.  Like many things in Europe Carnival suffered in the 20^th century from war and politics, but thanks to the strong people of Venice it returned in 1979 and has flourished.

Now, for many, when Epiphany has passed, the laces, silks, velvets and ornate masks emerge and feed life into the city.  Like spring retuning to the world.  I can almost hear the lap of water and the rustle of crinoline as revelers steal about the ancient city in search of pleasure. Perhaps next year I will come.

*please note that Carnival in other places is something less than enchanting, the worst of which is New Orleans where drunken debauchery and boob flash is the “thing” to do.

Most Amazing Three

Over Thanksgiving my little family went to visit relatives in Oklahoma.  While there we were able to get a photo of the three grand-kids together.  I think they are the best.

Camryn "Rocky, Kalin, Shiori "Boo", and Coney the wonder dog.

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This morning I watched my daughter lounge on her tummy on the couch clicking away at the laptop computer.  I couldn't help but think that this was only the beginning and suddenly had a kind of image of her as a teen doing the exact same thing...only the ABC video had been replaced by some kind of music video or Anime.

 What else is up in our lives?  Rick is taking his last "teaching" course.  It's a class about methods of teaching Chemistry in high school and it has been the ONLY class in this whole convoluted processes that has been of any worth.

Me...trying to loose weight, get control of cholesterol, etc etc etc.  I'm sick of being sick and nothing seems to be helping.  I eat less fatty crap food and exercise, but nothing...Don't get me started on the **BLEEP** birth control pills.  I want a good nights sleep and a week without a head ache/migraine.

I'm just hoping that my flowers, which have started coming up in the unseasonably warm weather, will be okay when the weather turns frigid again...It's Utah - you know it will.

Childhood Joy

I made an observation today while watching my daughter play outside.  Children live in innocent and simple joy. 

Perhaps one reason people have children is to remind themselves of what life SHOULD be like; devoid of political/religious/etc. angst and the laying of blame.  Life should be about how licking a little frozen icicle causes unabashed giggling.  That suiting up to tromp through snow is the best activity for a Sunday.   And the sure knowledge that Mom and Dad hung the moon and sing the sun to sleep just for me.

Yes, given a choice between 3 hours of Sunday rhetoric and 3 hours of tag in the snow with a 2-year old and I'll take tag every time.

New Year Post

  After getting up at 10 (stayed up till 2) and swallowing some oatmeal and toast I find that this year, so far, is not much different than last year.  *looks around*  yep, house is still a mess, landry still needs to be done and put away, I still look like a beached whale...yep same as last year!

  I ought to be a big year for Shiori though; if she isn't potty trained by Christmas I'll hurt myself.  Rick will get his teaching credential and the hunt for a better paying job will begin.  I wish I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up...oh wait I am grown up. *blinks* Is it too late to change my mind?  I should have gone with graphic design or art...*sigh* ah well.

If there anyone actually reading this blog I hope your year is good.  I'm going back to bed now.