Wednesday, February 28, 2007

at least someone got to knit...


stuck in the snow!

we have about 8" of snow, which shut everything down here.
3 power outages which apparently fried my computer!
i have it setaside to take to dad (reliablecomputersolutions.com )
and i hijacked the kids computer so i can atleast get on line!
sam couldnt get to work so we had a snowball fight and built a snow Woman.


here is the amazing box i got from Lorinda.

there is a add on kit to make ladybugs from the fibertrends hedgehog pattern. noro :-) girlie bath stuff, books and fur for the lil girls to make hedgies with. stationary tea, a journal, magnets, lightup needles, pencils and cups for each of the kids. it was a very spoiling package, but the letter she wrote was the best part. i love lorinda! she has been such a fun friend this past year!

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

proof of being snowbound


3 hrs of snow in the seirra foothills and more coming! i may actually get some knitting done!

SP9

sp9tali
lorinda was my spoiler!
she is a wonderful friend! i was so glad it was her!
she sent lil things for all the kids, her is tali using her cup and saying thank you! the other photo is on my dad's computer, but the snow was coming down so hard i had to get out of there before i couldn't get home!
sam left chico at 2pm and is finally pulling into the drive way! it is usually a 45 min drive! not 2 hrs 45 min!
so i will show you all the spoilage in a lil bit!
but there are many thanks to lorinda! such a wonderful person!

Monday, February 26, 2007

tali the queen of cute!

Kezzi and Tirzah-Girlscout thinking day report on israel. they made hammentaschen and taught how to play dreidel.


A jew , a sunni, and a shiite walk into a church...

it sounds like a bad joke, but this was just a piece of my weekend.
6 countries.
iran, kuwait, armenia, sudan, israel, plus some americans
9 pastors.
5 churches.
3 days.
a very cool rockstar (hi todd!)
one faith.

as we listened to the stories of those who have turned from the cresent to the cross, as we watched sunni and shiite hug eachother, as persians sang in hebrew "Hine Ma Tov", & as we all ate a kosher vegetarian meal together, there were bombs exploding on the otherside of the world.
how is it possible to have so much peace in one room while the world is killing eachother?
there is only one answer that i know.
Jesus. Yeshua Messiah.
the testimonies of how lives of hate have been changed, how families have issued death sentences, torture and imprisonment for following Jesus, brought us to tears.
watching my brother preach and talk about his lost boys of sudan that he pastors was a blessing i rarely get with all this distance between us.
our Rebbe who married us, said blessings over our babies, came and ordained samuel.
watching my dad in a role that had been set aside for so long was almost too much blessing.
seeing my husband's vision for all of us to be able to worship together actually happen.
this weekend was so wonderful.
i hope you all have the Peace we have experienced. it is truly overwhelming!

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

am i busy?

absolutely!
my week is filled with arabs and persians and yummy foods, hammentaschen classes and girlscouts, cateerers and musicians,
last 2 weeks, b/c tirzah got the flu thing we had it made her body react again, we have been on the phone w/ UCDavis, and doing all kinds of tests.
the dr informed us of the good news.
her HSP is typical and she is not pursuing chemo treatments at this time.
needle biospy and other more extensive tests may come in april when we visit them next. so keep her in prayer.
my brother's church is full of the sudanese "lost boys". tirzah has prayed for them for years. currently ever mealtime prayer includes pleas for darfur. these wonderful people who she has prayed for, are praying for her now. :-) how cool is that? i wonder at all her life will entail. she is a marvel.

kezzi is taking full advantage of the visitors and learning to write in arabic. she is in heaven. tirzah is immersed in hebrew for her bat mitzvah, and kezzi in arabic. she so wants to be independent but still is too shy to be without tirzah. it is so neat to watch her develope her own passions like her bass playing.
chai survived WWW and met his "hero" a member of the IDF! whose code/camp name is "cheetah". he had such a wonderful time playing and unlike the girls, brought home most of his spending money. i think he spent $3 :-) and it was on food! boys are so different from girls.
jaden-does anyone know how to make a 7 yr old boy still?! it is a good thing he is so loved, for he has been quite a handful lately. he and bella are all over the place! and she wants to do, eat, be whatever he does.
her bruises from last week are almost gone and ready for her to make new ones in her princess dresses.
tali is getting so big! yet she remains a boobist. i have been able to leave her for 3-4 hrs now. she is such a leech! all the others were more than content to go to bubbe's and get rid of mom for awhile-not this one.
she has been teething and so screamy! that lil old ladies stop and tell me how they would dip their lil pinkies in whiskey and let the babies suck on it...and they could at least eat a hot meal. :-D too funny!

Saturday, February 17, 2007

yes sir, yes sir, 3 bags full

we dropped chai of for WWW and picked up this:

3 bags of wool from a black sheep-brred unknown at the moment :-)
which goes wonderfully with what i got at the yarnbasket :hi speed flyer kit and carding combs
when we got home i went and picked up challah.
a lil way s up the road a SUV hit a SUV that hit me :-(
bella had a drink in her mouth which hit the seat and cut her lip. my back and left arm and shoulder are sore. the damage to the van is cosmetic and the trunk still functions.
the weird thing was the SUV with the brake failure was bill. this guy was on death's doorsteps a few months back! we were praying for him. so i am kinda glad in a sick way that he hit my van. it means he is alive and doing well. a shame to meet under these circumstances but it was nice to see his wife again.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

valentines day

on special occasions, bella needs to be chained in on spot, maybe stuck to a chair. she often does something that requires medical attention, my 30th bday was 9 hrs at the ER. i thought that would be Valentines day.
why
she put a hole in her head!

after calling my mommie, finding out she did not have a concussion, and they would still babysit and keep an eye on her...the kids went to bubbe and pa's and valentines looked more like this...

until i spilled the wine. oh, and it has been so long since i have used candles i couldnt find anything tp light them with :-) isn't that sad?
my freezer used to be filled with candles.
it was a lovely night and quiet!

hope your valentines made you feel loved!

Sunday, February 11, 2007

coming up to the surface

i know long time no blog!
i never got the ickiness, but didnt sleep for 5 days. also didnt knit b/c i was afraid some one would puke on a WIP. i have several socks waiting for toes and the ferragamo has one side done. but there are no pictures of those.
so i have no knitting to show, but i do have these to show you:
blue i trade with becca. it is only half of the fiber. such a perfect blue though the flash changed the colour here. this week at the paradise spinning guild we will be talking about plying so i need some singles to play with. i really want to use this with a bright white for a kippah.
then brooke sent this alpaca in my dirty knitter package
can you tell the second bobbin i started is thinner than the first? i have not checked the wraps per inch yet. when plyed i hope it will be sock weight. this is my first non sheep handspun. i was a little afraid to try it, but it is so much easier to get a tiny thin starnd of this. it was less like roving and more like a fluffy top. so is that why? should i be combing my rovings? advanced spinners, adivce on combs would be welcome!

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Airborn, take me away!

it started thursday nite.
the resident boobist was really whiney and clingy. since i had gone spinning, i wasnt surprised. she is a leech baby.
just before midnight and every 45 min there after, she was puking. by friday night 2 more were down. saturday claimed another 2 kids.
sunday now has stolen the only adult i have to aid me in this battle.
and tali is on day 4 of being sick. half the kids seem to be over it, but i was told this is a bad bug that likes to return.

so the survey i was gonna send to my group...
yep, it kinda didn't happen. i hope to report again soon. and stay well.
can you overdose on airborn?

Friday, February 02, 2007

Silent poetry reading day

THE HIGHWAYMAN byAlfred Noyes
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding- riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.
"He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching- Marching-marching-
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say-Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight; Blank and bare in the moonlight; And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.
Trot-trot; trot-trot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Trot-trot, trot-trot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding, riding, riding! The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up strait and still!
Trot-trot, in the frosty silence! Trot-trot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, With her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood! Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter, The landlord's black-eyed daughter, Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
Back,he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding- riding-riding-
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
 
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