Saturday, August 09, 2003

Other than a bizarre penchant for ritual human sacrifice and violence, the mayans were really onto something with their method of child toting. The lady from Soul Mother just dropped off my much anticipated maya wrap sling and I am extremely excited. In fact I am giddy with anticipation....oh the things that I can accomplish now that I have regained the use of my one arm. In the last couple of weeks Tatyanna has decided that the world is a much better place when viewed from the vantage point of my hip thus rendering one side of my body incapacitated. She is also teething -hard core, and a teething baby is not something to be trifled with, so we just give in and do whatever it is that will keep her happy. With this funky sling thing it's hands free carrying. I am way to pleased with this....maybe i need to get out more.

Friday, August 08, 2003

life in waco...

Cults are generally considered to have a charismatic leader who promises salvation in exchange for blind subservience. But what if the leader is not flesh and blood but rather is constructed of plastic and various electronic parts.... and it isn't salvation but instead a temporary escape from reality? Sacrifices are continually made to this god but they are not tangible and their value often goes unrealized. Conversations are now decreased, work goes undone, and promises are forgotten as the male half of my family must pay continual homage to the electronic god that sits on top of the tv. But, to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure if it really upsets me that xbox is all that they do, or if it's because I never seem to get a turn.....

Tuesday, August 05, 2003

It's amazing how much free time you don't have when you have three kids in the house. This past week has been way too busy. On the upside, I got my hair dyed (it's pretty sad when getting ones hair dyed has been elevated to major event status). My daughter told me that it looked like a kitty and my son said that I freaked him out, so I guess I can consider it a smashing success.

On the not so fun side, the kids got a minivan. Unfortunately, none of them can drive, or even see over the steering wheel so it looks like I will have to do most of the driving. As long as I can keep telling myself that it's not my minivan, I think I should be ok.