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Apr. 5th, 2011 12:55 pmInsomnia is making me its bitch once again. In between that and the tail end of this cold, I feel a trifle on edge. To add to the merriment Miss Biscuit is teething something fierce. Her gums are puffy as more teeth are wanting to make their appearance like vikings. The poor thing has lost interest in eating nearly everything. (she will drink milk and nurse but getting her to eat something, anything is a true battle.) I am Napoleon and she is Russia. By tomorrow I will be huddling in a dead horse for warmth. For her will is mighty and strong. Thank goodness for teething gel. She was crying out in pain and within minutes of rubbing some on her gums, she passed out. Of course I couldn't sleep. When I can sleep, she doesn't sleep. The Red Dog is in... the Blue Dog is out. You get my point.
It isn't forever. For one day she will buy me lunch and tell me I don't really look my age.
Senor Onion took out a bunch of paper and some pens and drew all sorts of interesting pictures. Some were more abstract. Some were of pipes, beehives, bridges, stripes and what not. What I am observing is his greater ease of control over pens and what he is envisioning and how it comes out on the paper. I like to think that he is taking inspiration from Matisse. *snorts* That sounded pretty darn precious didn't it?
When he isn't trying to earn himself a MacArthur grant so he can support his kind long-suffering Mother, he is building more houses. Today in house building, he has put in an attic. An attic made out of a toy train. It is more... conceptual than representational. You have to admire such an avant-garde spirit.
Yesterday I made lemon curd. maybe I will make a cake and use the curd as a filling. Or maybe I will just eat the curd and call it a day.
My dress that I will wear to the wedding arrived in the mail yesterday. It fits like a dream and is pretty comfortable. Now to think about deep things like clutches and make-up.
It isn't forever. For one day she will buy me lunch and tell me I don't really look my age.
Senor Onion took out a bunch of paper and some pens and drew all sorts of interesting pictures. Some were more abstract. Some were of pipes, beehives, bridges, stripes and what not. What I am observing is his greater ease of control over pens and what he is envisioning and how it comes out on the paper. I like to think that he is taking inspiration from Matisse. *snorts* That sounded pretty darn precious didn't it?
When he isn't trying to earn himself a MacArthur grant so he can support his kind long-suffering Mother, he is building more houses. Today in house building, he has put in an attic. An attic made out of a toy train. It is more... conceptual than representational. You have to admire such an avant-garde spirit.
Yesterday I made lemon curd. maybe I will make a cake and use the curd as a filling. Or maybe I will just eat the curd and call it a day.
My dress that I will wear to the wedding arrived in the mail yesterday. It fits like a dream and is pretty comfortable. Now to think about deep things like clutches and make-up.
