if my math is correct, it's been about 3 years since i've been here. my son is now 5!!!! my husband is 1/2 way through his masters in teaching, and i'm still in my living room watching Buffy and sewing shirts and corsets...

so i guess not that much has changed. it's good to be back. finishing my elements series made me want to come by and say hello and get some feedback so here i am!

in any case, i have a house to clean for our Tres de Mayo party but this is more fun... really should get motivated tho.

hopefully i'll be around more often.

see you then!

ok, so it's been a while... since last we spoke, my son turned 2. i start at Opera theatre st. louis tomorrow after being out of the workforce for a year. i'm making the costume for the wentzville renaissance faire faerie queen. i'm making the wedding garb for my friends, amy and poe, who are getting married in maryland on may 21st. needless to say, it's a little hectic around here. i'm going to post some pics of gabriel on my scraps page and maybe some costume pics too. enjoy!

karen

why is life so hard?

yesterday, my husband and i had to call an ambulance to take our roommate away to the psych ward. it happens every year around this time. although, ususally his mom calls the ambulance. our roomate (and long time best friend of my husband) is schitzophrenic. he's been diagnosed for several years now. for the 4th year in a row now, he's decided to take himself off his meds around thanksgiving and see if he can't self-medicate/meditate himself out of it. he can't. he doesn't become violent or anything so i don't have to worry about myself or my 2 year old son, but he becomes so dilusional, that you can't have a conversation with him. he stands in the kitchen and stares at you for 10 minutes at a time. it's very uncomfortable.

john called him today at the hospital and he went off on john for putting him in this cage. john stayed very calm and tried to explain to our roommate that it is for his own good and that he would do nothing to harm him.

i don't know...

some of the things he said and connections he made were profound. but most of them were extreme and incoherent. he went in yesterday morning and quit his job that he's had for 3 years. he quit his job last year, too. fortunately, he has a very understanding supervisor. he said all he's good for is taking care of the cats. he gave them cereal to eat while we were gone for new year's. he said they have a right to eat cereal. they're 15 year old cats, for gods' sake!

anyway, i have to go to bed.

i'm tired and sad and worried and guilty.

john's taken 2 days off work to deal with him. it's not over yet either...

"we're all mad here." -Cheshire Cat

happy birthday to me...

ok, so i'm 32 today. that plants me firmly in my "30's". i can accept that. actually had a pretty good day. spent most of it with my son, gabriel, but he's a great conversationalist... for a 20 month old, anyway. we ate a lot. people were nice to me though. they opened doors for me, they let me merge. they gave me free stuff. i even had a guy hit on me while i was waiting for my fried chicken order at hodak's! nobody's ever told me i was a manifestation of their destiny before!

anyway, it's late and i'm tired and my husband is kindly changing the last diaper of the day and puting our son to bed. the moon rises as another birthday passes...

a year older, a year wiser, a year closer to retirement...

goodnight.

building a wall...

ok, so we dug a gigantic hole in our back yard with a back hoe. i watched 5 strong, virile men turn into 10 year olds because of an oversized tonka toy. (which i never even got to play with! ) now, we're stacking 72lb. blocks of concrete on top of each other like legos to make sure this hole stays a hole. then we get to build the deck over it. joy! i haven't played with power drills since i built sets in college.

all of this needs to be done by the 19th of november. hmm... maybe we should have started sooner. everything is costing 3x more than expected and taking 4x longer than it should. but at least i now understand why you always see men just milling around at construction sites. you get to points where only one guy can be running the back hoe while everyone else has to just sit and gawk. so.. it's been a learning experience for me. thank goddess for my jaccuzi tub!!!!