Monday, March 31, 2008

Ok, so maybe we're not sick of the snow just yet.


Sunday, March 30, 2008

The Golightly family is very blessed. We know this. And even when we were in the midst of what we like to refer to as, "The One Year Curse" we were learning daily lessons about blessings. Especially in the form of "you find out who your friends are." As it turns out our friends really rock. There was much rallying around us. Not much bailing.

So I hate to sound all whiny and angsty. Esp. right now when I have so much to be thankful for. But it's been a rough week. So you're just going to have to bear with me.

I already mentioned about the car wrecking. Which I am still SO. PISSED. about. I just shake my head and sort of growl when I think about how completely STUPID I was being. (Stopped at a red light, so I thought that it would be perfectly reasonable to read my power bill. HELLO! Toldja I deserved that inattentive driving citation.) I know that a million other people have done a million things just like that. But still. ARGH. My kids were in the car! Dumb. So I suppose the $600 check I am going to have to write, and the inconvenience of having my car in the shop for 3 days are completely karmic.

I haven't yet mentioned the other $3,000 I spent this week. Our poor dog...Irie. My first baby, the furry one. She's 8 years old and has slept between Mr. G and I just about every night of her life. There are several pictures of her sprinkled about here. She's a yellow lab. Showing her age by the white in her face. And showing her breeding in her sizable girth. I swear I only give that dog 2 cups of food a day, and very limited people food. Homegirl is a big'un. What am I gonna do? Anyway, she tore her ACL. It's been kind of a long time coming. I suspected it at the end of the summer. She would limp around after days hiking or swimming at the lake. So I took her to the vet and got a diagnosis of arthritis and a bottle of doggie vicodin. It got worse over the winter months, which everyone assured us was normal with arthritis and cold weather. And quite frankly, I was a little preoccupied. But Monday she jumped up, yelped, and was obviously in a lot of pain. So off we went to the vet, and I left in tears. I was certain that Mr. G was going to flip out over expensive surgery for a dog, much less an old dog. But he didn't. So Tuesday she goes in for some blood work and a teeth cleaning. I guess we ought to make sure she doesn't have a terrible disease before we pack her to Ketchum (i.e. Sun Valley for the non IdaHo's) for knee surgery with - are you ready for this - Dr. Randy Acker, who just so happens to be the best damn doggie joint surgeon in the entire universe. Isn't that lucky? He's less expensive that some of the other vets in the area too. So, win/win! But I am still super sad for my poor gimpy puppy dog, and a little freaked out about how the heck I'm going to come up with $3k during tax season. But, thank God for Visa I guess.

Next on the bankroll, my breast pump crapped out on me yesterday. Can you hear the "cha ching" noise yet? Our home PC skipped right over the blue screen of death and just flat blew UP. And I am pretty sure I screwed up my back in my little minor fender bender.


So say the Serenity Prayer for me, and focus some positive energy on the economy. It's making me very nervous. Especially since this week has been remnicent of the aforementioned year long curse.

I'm going to bed now. Tomorrow is another day...right?


Friday, March 28, 2008

I've been tagged!

It's like I'm a real blogger now!! Between this and the Chronic Cab guy posting I'm beside myself with bloggiddiness. Wooohooo!

My tag came from my good friend, and sister in the bond, Angela at Mom E Memoirs

The rules: Link to your tagger and post these 3 rules on your blog.
1. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
2. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
3. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Just the facts:

1) I wrecked my car on Monday. Ok, maybe "wrecked" is too strong a word. But I smashed up the front pretty good. This constitues my first EVER accident as a driver. And my second citation. For "following too close", which was charitable. The real truth is that I was stopped at a red light behind a nice shiny pickup truck when I was struck with temporary stupidity and moved forward even though everyone else in my lane -i.e. the guy in the truck - knew that the light was still red. Derr...Prolly should have been inattentive driving. Which is a misdemeanor here in Idaho. And misdemeanors are only cool and fun if you are a sexy rapper chick.

2) I was adopted by my parents through the State of Idaho's Health and Welfare system in 1974. That's old school, yo. Back in the day they didn't give you very much information about your bio parents, or the circumstances surrounding your adoption. So all I know is that my bio parents were very young, 16. My bio father was a pot smoking Mormon boy - oops! And my bio mom was a knocked up Catholic girl who got sent to the school for pregnant teens. I have some sketchy physical descriptions of them both, and based on those I bet I look a lot like my birth mother. The mystery about my particular adoption is this - I was in foster care until I was 7 weeks old. Which is unheard of. Babies are usually whisked away in days. (Baby Deborah Doe was my name those long weeks...) My mom doesn't have any real idea why, but suspects that my bio father didn't know about the pregnancy, and may have ridden off into the sunset without ever knowing about it. So there were some procedural things that had to be done to waive his parental rights.

Either that, or nobody wanted me because I had freaky hair.

3. I can't drive a stick shift.

4. It bothers me that sometimes I come off like I am a real bitch. But not enough to stop being bitchy.

5. I made my first ever political contribution to the Obama campaign this week. I really do heart Obama. If he doesn't get the nomination there will be ranting. MUCH ranting. And cursing of Hillary. And then in November I will just have to go ahead and vote for her anyway. McCain makes me shudder.

6. You can take all the foods I don't like and make them into an omlette: eggs (except I like them scrambled and in egg salad sandwiches), sausage, green peppers, mushrooms, and swiss cheese. And then I guess you would have to have some black licorice for dessert.

7. I self edit when I write the blog because I kinda know who reads it. But contrary to what she thinks, it's not because of my mother. HI MOM!

Ok, I tag Scarlett, Zoe, Sally, Beege, Darcy, and I would tag my friend Little Stassie Sunshine, but she won't tell me what her blog is! ;P And Sara and Aunty M too...what happened to your blogs girls?

And now, since I have in my profile that I am a scrapbooker, I thought I would share a couple layouts that I'm working on. From the baby book that Mr. G was just SURE would never happen (Hellooo! Chip on your shoulder much? Second children...)

Drumroll please:

I am terrible about keeping track of the supplies I use. Sorry! But I think all these began as Becky Higgins sketches. I use PSE4, and the supplies are mostly from Scrapgirls, Shabby Princess, and Two Peas in a Bucket.


Monday, March 17, 2008

I got the kids' pictures taken last week and have been patiently waiting for my "Smiles by Wire" to arrive via email. Today my in box is full of cute, so I'm sharing. JC Penny will let you download low res files of the pictures to share. So these will probably be small and maybe fuzzy. These are mostly the fancied up versions that I didn't order. (Hello! That's why I have Photoshop, right?) But they are pretty adorable.