Productive Day

It is so hard to find time for blogging, exercising, and cooking dinner. I work pretty much 10:00-9:30 PM in two different childcare positions, so those are the three things that are most put on the back burner. I'd like to do them more. Today, I have walked (with 2 1/2lb weights in each hand) a little over 3 miles and at the moment am writing this blog. The plan is to make Thai Chicken Pizza for dinner tonight courtesy of Rachel Ray. I had to find adequate duck sauce which I found at Hen House.

Finished season two of Sister Wives. I don't know how they do it. I'd rather be a wife with four husbands than a sister wife.

Well, off to the showers. One other thing, donate things you don't want to a secondhand store. Nowadays, you don't even have to load it up, just call the store and they will send a truck.

Holy Rally Squirrel Berkman

GO CARDINALS!!!! Now, time for bed. No, time to go to bed and lie there in the dark thinking how the f did that happen? Ha, ha and to dream about the handsome (without the beard), dependable, patient Berkman. Lance you are my man.

Pre-Cycle Insomnia

Right before my monthly time, I usually have a few nights where I can't sleep. I liken it to my body telling me it's my last chance to get pregnant, as if... I noticed a lot of people read my blog from postcrossing, thanks to you, I feel motivated to keep this more current. The cats are quiet (as I wrote that one jumped and grunt-meowed) and my husband is completely out. He never has trouble sleeping. The computer is the last place one should be if they are trying to get to sleep, as the light reduces the melatonin in our body, causing us to get less sleep, but it is the easiest place to write and doesn't give you a hand cramp as quickly. So yes, if you were wondering I now have two cats. When I was, in my head, more of a dog person and a dog was what I pined for in MN. Both cats came into my life, I did not choose them, they chose me and I think it is better that way. I have an orange swirled tabby named Gulliver Rambo Lucifer McGonagal and a black cat named Polka Dot (Dottie). I'm sure more names will present themselves as I learn more about her personality. Gulliver was brought home by my brother from church one night to be a barn cat and he climbed up onto my shoulder and into my heart. So regardless of the new leather couch at my parent's he was allowed to stay (currently laying against my thigh in bed). Dottie was found with her sister in the Arby's parking lot. My husband stopped when he saw her and I said, "We don't need another cat." Adorable, cuddly, lovey kittens are impossible to resist and that was all she wrote. Two are better than one anyway and now we have permanent Halloween decorations, (my favorite holiday). Currently, I am working on training them because contrary to popular belief, cats are smart and can learn many tricks. I'll keep you updated. It is just one of many things floating around in my brain tonight.

The Secret Life of Swimmers

The Secret Life of Swimmers: "the secret life of swimmers is a public art project by director-photographer judy starkman. She documents the diverse lives of the swimmers at the culver city plunge pool."

This is worth a look-see!

San Remo

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Venice Par Train

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A Scrapbook of Paris

Make a scrapbooking design

Trying to decide if I should just stick with digital scrapbooks or make a tangible one. There isn't too much customization with a free Smilebox account, but I don't have to shell out money to print pictures either...

Drink and Be Merry

Onward I march through November eager for December and Christmas. Halloween was over too quick. I got to do the tricker treater thing for the first time from my own threshold. It was fun, but at one point I saw a tall hooded visitor and wondered, how do you know if all come for candy? I was glad to have another person with me to keep me safe. I was going to tell you that person was my husband, but then I didn't want you to get the idea that I needed a man to make me feel safe. It really was having another person there to help in case of an assault on my front door. It is a very dangerous holiday in my mind. Someone knocks and you open the door with no real way of knowing who it is, other than their size and are you going to ignore the door just because the shadow on your doorstep is a little taller than average? I suppose you must to be completely safe, but then we  return to the phrase trick or treat. If I don't treat than I can almost assuredly wait for a trick by morning. No one destroyed our pumpkins and in my life that has only happened once when I was six, probably one of the worst ages for such a calamity. However, the house behind us was broken into, two police cars parked and searched our properties. It is strange how little authorities tell you, probably for safety, but it is alarming to see two sets of flashing lights and have no idea what is going on.

Fickle Motivation

I find myself thinking, "I should blog about this" just about every day of the week. Rarely does my motivation coincide with the inspiration. One thing on my mind right now is Natasha Pettigrew. She is a cyclist who was hit by an escalade. Christy Littleford, the driver, dragged her bicycle four miles to her home. The driver claims that she thought she hit a deer. It is impossible to not wonder whether she knew she had hit a person or not. This question is of the utmost importance. Important to Natasha's survival is that key fact. Important to Christy's innocence and continued freedom. The kind of woman I am is completely different from this woman. I would have stopped immediately to see what I was dragging. Of course, then again, maybe not. The horrible scraping noise of the bike would have been impossible to ignore and horrible to endure, even for a scant four miles. I entertain the notion that I would stop, but running home to my theoretical take charge husband, would be very appealing. Even ignoring everything would be appealing, in order to suspend reality.

Natasha's family and friends are grieving and lashing out for a sense of justice, which is harsher punishment for the driver. It is penalty enough to hit a person with your car and know that you caused their death. Not to mention the definite charge and future conviction of manslaughter.  In the driver's defense, Natasha was not wearing reflective safety gear nor did her bicycle have a light attached to it. When riding in the darkness of dawn or dusk, reflective material or lights are essential. This is a tragic story, but there can be no proven malice or ill intent in the accident. Whether innocent or guilty of knowingly running down a person on a bicycle, Mrs. Littleford's conscience, knowledge, and regret will stand as punishment for a lifetime.

A rose by any other name...

There is a place on the border of Minnesota and Canada called International Falls. My husband saw International Falls on the map and was instantly excited to go there to visit falls that would rival Niagra. We stayed the night in Two Harbor, MN on Lake Superior. Knowing we were going to see giant falls in International Falls, we skipped Gooseberrry Falls and instead toured two lighthouses. They were absolutely gorgeous and offered us an opportunity to do a little rock scampering. At about 1:00, we set out on the road for International Falls. Five hours later, as I snoozed we pulled into our hotel. International Falls was far from the large town we expected. We set out to find the local Chinese Restaurant, one of maybe six restaurants in town. Naturally, we when couldn't find it we drove to see the monumental falls. First, the border gate came into sight, no passports, no Canada for us. As we turned around, surrounding us were industrial buildings. In fact, the buildings lined the river. There was a little green trailer on the side of the road which was labeled "tourist info." It was closed, but a little board gave the history of the town. It turns out we were 106 years too late. There had been a 35 foot waterfall prior to 1905, after which a factory built a reservoir on the river and the falls were immersed underwater. I found our situation deliriously hilarious. We found ourselves in a town whose only claim to fame was a giant smokey bear. International Falls would still be disappointing by another name, but perhaps less misleading.