Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho...

I'm hoping that the lyrics to this tune don't become a reality for me. We keep having to dip into our savings each month and I worry that I may have to go back to work. I have so enjoyed being home with the kids that I would just hate to go back at this point. I don't know how much longer we can keep operating on a deficit though. Money has become a touchy subject with me and Bart. He requires money for cigarettes and breakfast everyday. Doesn't sound like much but it adds up. We argue. I want to reduce spending - he wants me off of his back. Seems like there is only one solution in the long run. Ideally he would get a job that he has worked so hard for and this would be a non-issue. That job is proving increasingly elusive the more and more we want it. It's a bitch. I don't know how else to put it. It wouldn't be the end of the world for me to go back to work - just not what Bart and I want. Oh well.

She's Ba-ack.........

My dearest friend in the world, weary world traveler Stacia, is back in the land of Cheese and thus, to the land of Blog. So glad to have her back on the same continent again.

The Secret Life of Bees

I just finished reading "The Secret Life of Bees" by Sue Monk Kidd. I enjoyed the book - I mostly enjoyed the themes it entailed: strength of women and racial equality.

A blurb about this book from suemonkkidd.com:

In this New York Times bestseller, a young girl’s search for the truth about her mother leads her to three beekeeping sisters who take her into their mesmerizing world of bees and honey and of a mysterious Black Madonna. A novel about mothers and daughters and the women in our lives who become our true mothers. A story about the divine power of women and the transforming power of love.

Cat Camp

That was the name of the middle school orientation that I took my eldest to today. I felt oddly stirred by the fact that she is growing up. I looked around at the company she will be keeping, sat and listened about dances, football games, and watched her as she flitted about talking to any willing audience and I know, she will be just fine. I had a "passing the torch" kind of feeling. As I got back in the car I glanced in my mirror and noticed the circles under my eyes are a little darker. The crow's feet are a little more noticeable and I am letting it sink in that there is no going back.

My baby.

Big sigh.

The Rule of Four

Just finished "The Rule of Four" by Ian Caldwell & Dustin Thomason and I really, really enjoyed it. The first few chapters were a little hard to push through but then it hooked me until the end. The end may have been a little cliche - ending the way the reader would want it to end but... I'm glad anyways - now I want to read the sequel but there is no sequel.

Here's a blurb written by the publisher about my latest read:

"Princeton. Good Friday, 1999. On the eve of graduation, two students are a hairsbreadth from solving the mysteries of the Hypnerotomachia Poliphili, a Renaissance text that has baffled scholars for centuries. Famous for its hypnotic power over those who study it, the five-hundred-year-old Hypnerotomachia may finally reveal its secrets - to Tom Sullivan, whose father was obsessed with the book, and Paul Harris, whose future depends on it. As the deadline looms, research has stalled - until an ancient diary surfaces. What Tom and Paul discover inside shocks even them: proof that the location of a hidden crypt has been ciphered within the pages of the obscure Renaissance text." Armed with this final clue, the two friends delve into the bizarre world of the Hypnerotomachia - a world of forgotten erudition, strange sexual appetites, and terrible violence. But just as they begin to realize the magnitude of their discovery, Princeton's snowy campus is rocked: a longtime student of the book is murdered, shot dead in the hushed halls of the history department."

If I am missing...

it would be because I am locked up in Dallas county. I received a citation for failure to pay a toll for $190.... FROM 1999!!!!! WHAT???? I'm pissed because I know EXACTLY what this is for - I had gotten a new car and didn't know I was supposed to let the NTTA know that my old tolltag was now in my new car. SO, I was charged and then I contacted NTTA and they said they took care of it. So, there is no proof, nadda. Guess they got me because how am I going to contest something that happened in 1999????? Grrrrrr....

Borgfest '05

In other happy news...

Borgfest '05 has begun. This year the festival is being held at the Grand Opening of the Frisco Ikea - TODAY. I think I'll wait for the masses to clear in about a year or so before I go and partake of inexpensive Swedish meatballs AND furniture.

I'm just jealous because I have social anxiety disorder and would skitz out in the crowds. I'd be there otherwise - you know I would.

Destruction: Self and Otherwise

A person that I know well who shall remain nameless in order to protect the less than innocent: well, he is destructive. Less so than before, but still destructive. Case in point is this: car wouldn't start, someone tried to talk him down from the "ledge" by stating that "these things happen", this someone then dented the roof of his car and kicked in the wheel well a bit. The "silver lining" bit having failed, the witness to all this madness turned on her heel and went back in the house to leave the destructive person to his own little rant.

Sigh.

Camille

Baby Bunnies

Bart was mowing the lawn on Sunday and mowed OVER baby bunnies. He didn't notice them until he mowed over them and since their mommy was a good bunny and had dug a nice little hole for them, they are all just fine. Cute little buggers. Awfully cute. We looked up bunny baby stuff online and learned that bunny moms only come back once each night for about 5 minutes to nurse their babies. They're so cute and that kind of made me sad to think that's all the mommy love they get. Bart said that the mommy is probably off making more babies. Yep, probably.

Camille