only a shadow of greatness

Today, on this day of October the 22nd 2009, my holiday season has officially started. I think I may be starting a tad early this year, but after having turkey dinner and eggnog in one day, this decision is kind of out of my hands.

We spent the evening with an old highschool friend of ours who treated us to the turkey dinner and we stopped by fred meyers on the way home because it seemed the right thing to do. It was.

Violet was very entertained by our friend’s roommates. She liked Michael so much she even let him draw a mustache on her. That’s true love for you.

In other news, pumpkin eggnog is amazing.


Gotta Walk The Walk

When I was a girl, I prided myself in being able to keep up with my dad’s steps while we’d be out herding the sheep in or crossing the river to the garden. While not without some effort, I had perfected long loping strides in an effort to avoid the walking/running-to-catch-up-and-look-silly-in-the-process effect. Plus, it made me feel about ten years older, which–when you’re eleven–is awesome. When I got into highschool and we moved from Eastern Washington, I realized that only farm girls with dirt under their fingernails walk like that so I eventually dropped the habit.

Violet, on the other hand, marches to the beat of her own drummer. We were in costco today and since I’d opted out of getting a cart (big mistake) Violet was running around the store with her harried mother trying to keep up. (Sometimes people give me dirty looks when she asks to be held and I say no. I’m pretty sure whenever they do that that God gives me one of the jewels out of their crown. This little girl is heavy when she squirms constantly). Anyway, coming from an afternoon of observation in the free zoo (PETCO) and Costco, I’d have to say that her walking style is The Viking Charge. What? You’re not familiar with The Viking Charge? Picture a hillside of Vikings running towards you at full charge. They were out on a raid and you pillaged their village only to have them come home for dinner and catch you in the act. There’s more–they’re mad. Their strides are wide, uneven and hectic as they eat up the ground under them. Their arms are windmills wielding all sorts of awful looking weapons. Their face is one giant screaming mouth with veritable steam coming out of their ears. Now picture a cute little girl in place of a 45-year-old man. Also, picture that she’s happy but just as excited about getting to her destination. Maybe thats why people give me the dirty looks.


no clue.

i have this plant.

it’s a forced bulb that I can’t remember the name of.

it is growing sideways.

At first the slant was slight as it inclined towards the sun,

but now no matter what I do, it’s journey is every day more horizontal than anything.

I have no clue what is wrong with this plant, and that’s probably the reason it is one of only three plants in my house.

1. a tough old bamboo that has survived all sorts of abuse and frequently yellows.

2. an african violet that periodically dies and comes back to life when i water it.

3. a plant now over 2 feet tall that insists on growing sideways.



Today was all about discovery. Violet has known for some time now that the three of us have bellybuttons. She frequently lifts up our shirts to check on said bellybutton and possibly to see what we’ll do if she subjects it to a number of research-related tests including but not limited to pinching, poking, scratching, etc. She also knows she has a bellybutton, but the problem is that she has a hard time seeing it what with all the overhanging-beer-gut issues that are so prevalent in early childhood.

Anyway, today her friend Isla came over to play and at one point Violet lifted up her shirt to see what was under it when she spotted another one of those wonders of nature. Yes, it’s true. Isla has a bellybutton too. Thus, most of the rest of the visit consisted of Violet pushing Isla down so she could lift up her shirt and observe Isla’s bellybutton.



I just realized this evening that the only new year’s resolution we’ve kept in its entirety is our goal to buy a new cheese every month. Is that bad? We were shopping for online christmas presents last december and saw so many cheese-of-the-month clubs that you could join to have them send you some expensive cheese that we decided to start our own. Every month since, we’ve gone to Haggen and picked out a gourmet cheese to try. It’s been an awesome journey though the Haggen cheese wheel. next year, I’m putting my vote in for shoes of the month club…or maybe purses…