Humility means having canned goods and sleeping through the night.

It was fall break this last week. A number of lovely things happened. first is that my little bug slept through the night TWICE. *cheer* This also means that I got good sleep. course this didn't deture me from taking a four hour nap on sunday. The other lovely thing was that I now have a loveseat and a recliner rocker. This brings the 'Needs" to curtains in the front room. Of course there is a huge list that must happen before Thanksgiving when the relatives will be here.

Rick pulled up all my Halloween decorations this weekend from the basement. OH, we picked up pumpkins too. "Freeeeedom, Freemdomm, freedom". Decorating must happen this week and carving pumpkins. I love Halloween! Oh man I've got to pick up toys and candy and get the bags of fun made.

The only thing that was not good about this weekend was church. *makes a face* It was horrible. I've come to the conclusion that the spirit has left the building. Sacrument was loud and useless. I could plug my ears and STILL hear the speaker. Not that she was worth listening to. Her topic was humility, but she rambled on about anything but that and went over time! Apparently you must have food storage to be humble. My husband leaned over and said "so much about my students makes sense now." what he meant is that they don't stay on topic, ramble, and communicate poorly on top of having no sense of time. The ward choir was like listening to dogs in heat and the last speaker was a newly home missionary who went on and on about how great "numbers" are. *roll eyes* I told Rick that I give him less than a year or 2 before real life makes him bitter.

*sigh* I miss being spiritually feed at church. I really think I'm going to become more Buddhist than LDS. I get more out of it.

more pics and a promise to write later

Science Projects

Long time no post, but I have a good excuse and a note from my doctor.

I've been pregnant, however, I am not any more! I have experienced a whole new level of pain . . . EVIL Pain! My epidural wore off for the nasty part right at the end. I felt EVERYTHING! Kathryn will be an only child. A well loved, but only child. I could go off about things now with her around, like how the next most evil pain to birth is breast feeding. Thank Heaven for bottles and breast pumps. Then there is the lack of sleep . . . *hiss* BUT I won't.

Anyway, many of you have asked for pictures and I'll send stills of things upon request, but in the mean time enjoy this little video. Kathryn and I made it today for her Dad.

Turn your sound on.

long time

I haven't posted in a long long time. I think I'm just stretched thin. The Baby will be here in 4 - 5 weeks and I'm sooooo not ready. I have a long list of home improvements and stuff to buy.

My whole family will be here July 1 and will stay for a month. *sigh* I'm not getting much of a "summer vacation" though I did go to CA for a week in June. That was nice.

So that's it. I think I'll post a nice picture and call it good.

For Becky and Blue Slushies Everywhere

My sweet friend Becky has just gone into surgery for breast cancer. It’s a strange experience (but not my first with cancer and a loved one). Becky is a bright, loving and creative soul who is so grounded in spiritual and humanitarian things. She has just finished a lovely novel about an “ugly” fairy and the perils of convenience store slushies. She just got into a new job in a great metropolitan town and a new apartment. Having all this happen to her is tuff.

I wanted a nice poem to go with the painting that I’m posting. I wanted a poem and lovely art for my lovely friend Becky – This painting by Rossetti looks so much like my Dear Becky and the poem is actually the song “the Last Unicorn” because my friend is as rare and as majestic as the unicorn.



When the last eagle flies
Over the last crumbling mountains.
And the last lion roars
At the last dusty fountain.
In the shadow of the forest,
Though she may be old and worn,
They will stare unbelieving
At the last unicorn.

When the first breath of winter
Through the flowers is icing,
And you look to the north,
And a pale moon is rising.

And it seems like all is dying,
And would leave the world to mourn,
In the distance, hear the laughter
Of the last unicorn.

I'm alive!
I'm alive!

When the last moon is cast
Over the last star of morning.
And the future has past,
Without even a last desperate warning.
Then looking to the sky where
Through the clouds, a path is formed
You can see her
How she sparkles!
It's the last unicorn!

Well here is a cool science first! See Electron. see Electron go. Go Electron go . . . like the wind!

http://www.scientificblogging.com/news_releases/electron_caught_on_film_for_the_first_time

HAPPY NEW YEAR!