Favorite picture of the week:
The minions curled up watching Backyardigans this morning. Notice the "summer legs". Every time Butterbean's knees heal, she falls and skins them again. I swear we don't beat them, these kids are just forever running, jumping, climbing, and talking (the last one - they.never.stop.)
Least favorite thing of the week: Stinkbugs.
If they ruin my garden it's very possible you will find me curled up in the fetal position, crying. For the love of all things holy, I spent $50 on heirloom seeds ... if I have to quit my job to hand squish these f$#%ers off my plants, the Mister will have to get over it.
Song I can't stop singing: Paint It Black by the Rolling Stones
Do I need a reason for this one?
I can't stop eating: Organic Pink Lady apples, and this amazing Coconut Lime Berry Cake. If you make it, cut the sugar in half - it does not need an entire cup. The Mister woke me up Saturday morning and requested this ... if he hadn't gotten up with the kids and let me sleep in, I would have told him to piss off. But it's so easy and sooooooo good.
What I made this week : Scrap-fabric flower headbands for Mooch. She loves headbands, and since The Mister is usually the one getting her ready in the morning, these help her not look like a little hobo.
Rant of the week: I'm sorry, but I cannot get over the bashing Mrs. B took over the whole Circle Of Moms blog contest. If you missed it, the contest is here (please vote for your favorite blog, whatever it may be!)and Mrs. B.'s blog post about the hoopla is here. Yes, the bashers have apologized and have been removed from the contest, but I honestly cannot believe the hate spread by a bunch of alleged "Christians". What an insult to the sweet wonderful Christians I know. It would take up this entire damn post to cover all the misconceptions about Pagans, but allow me to hit on two that are burning me up right now:
Pagans do not believe in Satan. Satan is a Christian concept, not a Pagan one. The horned god that you see represented in Pagan works is the fertility god (just how deer sprout horns in spring when they are most fertile - get it?)
You don't need to pray for our children, and honestly ... isn't that a little disrespectful? Isn't that implying that our children are in some sort of danger? If raising your child to respect all forms of life, to take care of our Earth, to spread goodwill, to commit random acts of kindness, and to appreciate beauty every day is putting my child in harms way .. then by all means, pray away.
And - the most dreaded - Thing I Have To Accomplish This Week:
I have to completely re-work our downstairs playroom/computer room. I live with 2 clutter bugs and a two year old. The clutter bugs would sooner chop off their pinkies then throw ANYTHING away ("Why are you throwing away that piece of paper Mooch scribbled on two years ago? I WANT TO KEEP THAT!" "Mommy, I need every single McDonald's toy I've ever gotten! Yes, even the boy ones!") I bought a few things to get the organizational groove on, and I need to sort and organize a ton of Mooch's school work from the last year, all our books (will I ever really read For Whom The Bell Tolls? Prolly not. Sorry, Ernie) and sooo much other
crap stuff. This is especially important now that the weather is heating up - our downstairs in a finished basement and is lovely and cool all summer long, I want to be able to enjoy it and not walk in and want to scream.
^ Connected to this project ... I need to dispose of some poor neglected fish. Still alive. I think a 100 lb dog and a cat who thinks he's a dog are enough pets for a little house. What's the nicest way to do this? We have a stream nearby, I'm thinking about sending them to live there.
I'll be back, my lovelies ... here's a tease of a project I've just started ... what could it be? ;-)