kitty.

dad brought home a 4 week old kitten from his brother and his co-owned farm, a few minutes out of town.
it was limp, and lyddie's compassionate spirit was brought out.
she held it.
i'm not a cat person [at all, really], but golly...it makes me sad to see animals--especially young ones--suffering or just...not right or happy in their condition.
they fed it some warm milk via a dropper. it started moving its limbs a little...tried meowing.
it was sad. :\
we don't plan on keeping it as a pet; the only pets we've had through the years were painted turtles, sea monkeys, and goldfish. it'll go back to the farm with all its friends and siblings, soon...
we're all hoping it makes it. 

artistic endeavors: hope more.

this was january 19.
today, currently, it's 3:26pm as i'm writing...
winter is descending on us for one last hoorah to begin its long ending.

and, since it's another one of those drowsy sort of days, here i go to caption these a bit before brewing a good mug's worth of caffe verona.

rachel took this one:)

this was in january, right before i got really sick and had fun pulling a muscle and suffering through that. ha!

comics; paint; paint water; canvas halfway done.

i can't remember if that's henna, or if it's marker. looks like a strong henna to me.

i. don't. want. it. to. look. like. this. again!
not for another 9 months.

this is a current-time picture. yes, that one there, above. *sigh* need. that. coffee.

back to january 19. when i was smiling. and had super dark hair...

oswald chambers and a paint spattered finger? awesome. sorry, i just took the words right out of your mouth.

♥

i did mention the super-dark hair. heh.
fact: i'm ready to go dark blonde again. in fact, if i didn't just do my hair last week or so, i'd do it tomorrow. i don't want to over-process my hair more than i'm going to though. i don't know; does it matter if i wait? does it even make a difference?!

~~~

10:31p.m.
last night i was a good girl and get in bed at 11...and couldn't fall asleep for the longest time. some good that did me. i didn't have a clock by me either, and no way was i getting out of the comfy warm bed to see what freaking o'clock it was when i finally felt like sleeping. let's just say i'm not doing that again.

the snow is still falling.

there's this lovely new follower lady --jenni: hi!-- whose blog i'm going to check out inbetween writing this... 

 y

listening to this, because i like how catchy it is. and his voice.
and after reading this, let's all crave a yummy turkey sandwich...oh man.

yeah, i love this quote from c.s. lewis.
goodnight, all:) cooking, cleaning and music tomorrow. lots of it. there's a whole list devoted to the stuff that i need to do tomorrow, and i'm commited to not looking at it until tomorrow after i shower. i'd like to be relaxed and carefree until then, thankyouverymuch. in fact, i might postpone it until after i've read oswald or the bible and my coffee . . . the first cup, i mean. ;)

~

justice, as said before, includes [the keeping of promises]. if love is the whole thing, then the promise can add nothing; and if it adds nothing, then it should not be made. and of course the promise...commits me to being [true] even if i cease to be in love.
[c.s. lewis]

ah, the sweet [er, savory] smell of failure....

I'm making dinner.

Or was.

I got home at 4:20ish p.m., nanny in place of Anna this weekend because she's gone to a birth. She'll be coming back on Monday, methinks....

Sam and Reese were good.

They love paper airplanes.

I was going to share this song and a few words of what's turned out to be all romantic notions.

Around 1-2pm I issued orders to siblings. Ya know, get a couple things started ahead of time so it'll come together quicker in the end.

1. Take a chicken out of the freezer.

2. Put 10 cups of water and 5 cups of rice in a pot on the stove.

It's 6 now, I'm starting the rice myself because the bag was lost and a certain sister couldn't find it. (it was in the pantry)

At about 4 they finally got a chicken out.

I put it on the stove in a pot of water not 15 minutes ago.

Stuff is sauteing, and Dad is home.

The counter is a bit cluttered with some stuff we've yet to put away from the last big grocery trip.

"Well, we could always just eat tuna out of the can for dinner tonight," Dad says, thankfully humorous. If he was as ticked as I was about this delay in dinner, we'd all be going down.

I, unfortunately, did not think it was that funny. I kept mincing the garlic and huffed. "I'm not eating that."

He laughs.

6:45pm

1 1/2 chickens were taken out of the freezer, so Dad's frying the 1/2 portion, floured and everything.

This is what happens.

This........

I can't even finish that sentence.

Pretty total failure, except I won't have to make dinner tomorrow night.... hopefully we'll have it then, if I barricade the pot with barbed wire for protection all of tomorrow while I'm gone from 7:45-4:20ish.

[And yeah. I did break down and let my eyes fill up, and tried to swat Ben when he laughed at me and my half-started dinner. I ended up hitting some stacked up who-knows-what-dishes and they fell against the mountain already in the sink. No harm done.]

Hopefully I'll get a nice good sleep tonight.

And then back to the 4 and 2 year old I'll go for 8 hours.

Oh, and the spartan, nearly-empty house and quiet of only 3 people....hmmmm.....it's an interesting and totally different life over there. Heh.

Well, on a different note, one of Dad's Aerostar's got to go bye-bye the other day....

It was as old as me. :) Not many vehicles last that long. 20 years. Hah.

And he gave me the key. How awesome is that? hahahah

Now, I'm going to try to salvage my failure over there......the rice is done, the veggies are....sauteed within 2 centimeters of their life because I ignored them this past how long in a state of depression  anger sorrow ignorance distraction whatever you want to call it. Oh wait, I think the word may have been acquiescence to failure. Heh. 

I sincerely hope you're having a wonderful-lovely night.

Or at least a tolerable one. :]

~~~

this is an 11 o'clock p.m. P.S.

:)

I ended up finishing prepping dinner...after all, we've eaten at near to 9pm before; what was 7:30? I don't know what got into me. Anyways, it was good. Didn't hardly notice the over-sauteed peppers...spiced it up with cayenne and chili pepper. Yummo. ;)

missing....you.

Dear Everyone:

Yep, it's official. I miss everyone. Blog people, etc.
In short, cue my freakin' long sigh. The interceptor in my laptop that makes the LCD lights for the screen work is nearly kaput, I hear. Dangit. Mr Will's trying to locate an interceptor for me--not an easy feat, but will be accomplished supposedly.... So, today, Mom and Ben go to pick up our home desktop. My baby's still in the fixers. :(
Sigh again.

I'm at the library, and going to pick myself up an iced americano at the little town coffee shop when I'm done here. Which is 14 minutes ticking on the clock.
Sigh again.
Cleaning to do. Lovely day ahead of us. RayRay and Brookie are coming on Tuesday till Thursday....friends of ours, and we shall have the loveliest time!! That's one thing I can't wait for:)
After the past week or more and weekend full of warmth and humidity, Sunday after lunch yielded a lovely cold front moving in....
I can't wait to share about our vacation up north, and my coffee adventures (did you think I'd stay away from that topic?! ;) and.....can't wait to catch up on everyone's blogs. That is a mountain ever-growing.

Sincerely yours,
Beka

failure.

Just so ya know, peoples, I suck at sewing.
Sorry. Just kinda low on a failure kick right now. Made a lot of mistakes, etc., and don't try to tell me that it'll be okay and I'll learn over time and the more skirts ya make the better ya get, because . . . I really don't like it all that much.
Can you say 'bummed"?
Anna and Rachel were making comments about me making them skirts, and how this was the beginning of my Etsy career. (it annoyed me to no end) Can I please insert right here that I barely make one thing on the sewing machine a year? Ahem.
Now, I did not go at this completely blindly; I had Mom helping and stuff...but really, couldn't it have turned out a little better?
I'm off to paint. Or iron. Or clean the kitchen. Or read. And write.
Do something that I'm good at.
Do something that I won't utterly fail.
Practice, practice, practice, you say.
Well, I'll leave that to those who will use the skill more than twice a year. And who knows; maybe I'll rebound and try to make the best of this botched skirt . . . it's just too narrow; not enough to be a wraparound skirt by any accounts. Of course Rachel jumped up and suggest it be for her . . . but I'm just trying it out here, peoples.
Urrrrgh.

Sorry.
Good news of some sort to come later in life.
Hopefully soon.
Like this morning, I had enough coffee to feed an elephant (pecan torte, a sweet lady at church gave me some samples of Gevalia) . . . while the men from Lowe's put in our new countertops. Pictures about that coming soon . . . fun, fun.