Assault with a deadly nipple.

Some posts I have to write just because I have a great title I can't bare to waste. :O)

When officers tried to get her out of the car, she told them she was a "breastfeeding mother and proceeded to remove her right breast from her dress and began spraying deputies and the vehicle with her breast milk," Sheriff Walter Davis said in a statement.

More police responded, removed Robinette from the car and placed her under arrest
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Robinette is in custody and faces charges of domestic violence, assault, obstructing official business, resisting arrest and disorderly conduct.

Remember ladies when it comes to the police breast is not always best.

Guess who came for dinner?

A nice quiet Sunday afternoon and voila some of our family made a trip up.

My #2 son and a friend came up for an afternoon drive, walk, swim and dinner.

Senor Super Sperm ( I guess I am going to have to find a new name for him that is a tad more polite) brought my daughter and their daughter for the day, some how through the day Miss Kitty decided,  rationalized,  worried that I just might get tooooooo lonesome up here with out the Cattleman and just small children for company..Senor Super Sperm is going to be working OT all week so she was perfectly free to join me...

Lonesome? I think Miss Kitty  just got nostalgic for the good old days when she spent her summers camping with us. Ummmmm that would have been as long ago as just last year. Well who could resist this wee face?



Certainly not moi..so they are staying for the week.

At the Lake

I have spent the last week or so making lists and then more lists to make sure my initial two week trip to the lake was going to run as smooth as silk. I am usually an pretty organized gal, you kinda have to be when you have as many kids as we have or you'll go nutz tout de suite.

I must confess that I did my usual good job on the food, ingredients, meds, clothing for the critters, animal paraphernalia, right movies, toys, activities for the rest of the family..not too shabby really. Well to be honest, we only got here to our trailer (which we fondly refer to as  "our very own easy bake oven",)  yesterday, we shall see if theory of bringing the right stuff still  holds true in a few days.

One of the things I like best about our camping experience is the nights, the nights where I can do things that I love to do while the critters are all asleep after a busy day at the beach or hiking, the combination of nature, water and sun is a perfect for inducing sleep. All of my children have learned to fall asleep listening to the motor and steady thump thump thump of a sewing machine. I make at least one quilt a summer. I spend the winter planning it (or them) but I spend summer nights, hand  washing, pressing (ironing, an activity I reserve only for weddings and funerals and of course to sew quality quilts or garments one must press, press, press and then press some more) cutting out my pieces and then the most satisfying part: the construction of the top.

This summer I am working on two, possibly three, (no ambition there). One is a very simple straight forward block that should whip up in a jiffy, the fabrics will provide the real visual interest and will not require swearing,  tearing out of hair, super advanced skills. The other one is going to also be rather simple (summer) quilt for our room, but I have decided to hand  applique huge flowers and then outline them with a delicate blanket stitch with silk embroidery threads on every block. This will give me something creative to do with my hands while watching the critters at the beach. If the sun ever shows up here again...My last quilt I am thinking of making is  for a friend for a house warming gift. I went through my stash and I think I have enough left over flannels, plaids, jean type material that just might look nice in the rustic surroundings they live in. This one has not finalized in my brain but it keeps dancing around, calling for attention and nagging at me, so I will have to get more focused and make a final decision on the design.

I forgot my machine..it is currently sitting in my hallway at home all sad and forlorn that it was left behind.

WHAT???????????

Come on that was a lot to pack and it is reasonable that something would be forgotten or left behind. That's O.K. the Cattleman is going home and will be back next Friday after work he can bring it. I'll work on another one while I wait. Right???

Right?????

Wrong................................................................

I forgot the iron.....WHAT????????????

Yup.

Well at least my machine won't be lonely at home waiting, it has the Iron to keep it company.....I hope it isn't steamed at me.

Gotta love this.

This totally appeals to my quirky taste in music. I love the fact that they can make any piece of tripe music sound fan freaking tastic.... think it work even for *gasp* Disco????

Na probably not so much....

Welcome to the Jungle a la not so mello Cello fellos.




H/T No one of any import.

TImes they are a changing

Back in April I published a post about the Cattleman and his disappearing rear end.

I removed it as it was a tad depressing and really very personal. After all why write about a (stranger to you) medical issue, nothing more boring then other's medical issues and at the same time nothing more engrossing then your own family's medical issues. 

Posting has been light as (probably for a short time) I couldn't give  rat's behind about politics, corruption, police outrages, these things will happen regardless of my observance and snarky commentary. T'is the way of the world don't ya know. Evil flourishes, real justice is an ideal that will  never to see the light of day, the world will turn, scammers will churn their tales to fleece the unsuspecting sheeples, good folks will silently go about their business improving the world one heart or soul at a time. These things will happen with or with out my voice added to the cacophony.

OMG! I can not believe I spelt cacophony correctly! It's a miracle I tells ya! A miracle!

Alright back to my point (and yes I promise I do sort of have one,) seems the focus of this blog just might be changing. Previously I have avoided talking about my family in any depth as their stories are theirs, not just mine but as time goes by I have decided that I am going to have to revise my decision.

So if you are interested in continuing your visits to a blog about a peri-menopausal anxiety ridden weirdly opinionated woman, who has 8 children,  who is faced with the possible mortality of her life long mate, who has loved her blessed life, but forced to make some life long changes.

You are in the right place........

Paramilitary police state on parade

A music Video. Warning graphic language and visuals.

Don't let the door.....

Oh my lord love a duck finally!

This ha-ho (as my youngest would pronounce it) decides to pretend he understands what has folks upset   and resigns.



Bye bye pervert? No mincing of words there eh?

Sweet.......and take your friends, like Barbara Wawa (and the  media party apoligists) who thought that the V (little blue pill)  made ya do it...puuuuuuleeeeease....take her with you.

Have you ever.....

Have you ever hidden something in such a great safe place, a place that no one else will think to look, felt so confident in it, over time you never had to worry if it was safe and then when you go to get it?  You can't exactly remember where it is?


Na me neither.....but if you have..... don't do that again. OK?

Not so psychedelic sunday...

Oh my Lord love a duck!

Until this fine morning I didn't even know that I knew the words to this  maudlin, pain in the membrane, never liked you in the first place, song.



Begone vile tormentor.


Apparently rent in my brain is not at a premium these days.....sigh.

Competing Neurosis

What happens when we have two people who live together but they have certain idiosyncratic habits that are not always conducive to smooth sailing?????

This morning we are attempting to get to our summer place. I being slightly  germ/bug a phobic flick on the dishwasher before we get in the vehicles to depart.

Cattleman: What are you doing?

Grey (Moi): Turning on the dish washer, I am not leaving dishes for two or three days gross...

Cattleman: I am not leaving that thing running while we are gone, what if something goes wrong? Fire.

Insert visual of blinky eyed Grey right here.

Grey (still moi): But I run the thing while we are asleep..

Cattleman: Different thing all together.

Grey: Different?

Cattleman: Yup completely different.

Grey: How?

Cattleman: It is and I am not leaving until it is finished.

Grey (again moi): I guess I shouldn't mention that I also put a load in the dryer which I forgot yesterday then?

So we wait........

Because every child is a unique gift

Something like a snowflake.

A conversation in my front yard on a bright sun shiny day.

Little man: Moooooooom!

Grey (that would be moi)weeding garden: Yes?????????

Little man: Can you...(stops abruptly and walks towards me)...oh Mommy, your hair is so beautiful (he states with a tone of utter appreciation or awe and starts patting my head)

Insert visual of blinky eyed Grey right about here.

Grey (Moi again): Well thank you, but I didn't do anything special..

Little man: The sun is making your "Christmas hair" sparkle and be shiny.

Grey (still moi): Errrr ......... thank you. Now what did you want?

Note to self: chose hair colour and dye as soon as possible.

50 years ago in music history

This song was released by Mr. Ben E King:



Man that was some good stuff.  No?