Brain Barf

May contain traces of nuts.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

"Enjoy every sandwich" Warren Zevon

My brother who is leaving (too) soon, spent his last few USA days visiting our sister and our new niece.

Him and ours.

My sister, my newest niece, my brothers kids/my niece and nephew.

New Daddy/Uncle was telling a good story.


And I melt.

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Friday, October 26, 2007

Book Whore

My ex-mo blogger bud Rory posted an excerpt from a book that I really enjoyed.
(imagine that I have fabulous HTML skills and linked her blog under her name ^ up there)
(for the unimaginative: http://rorykearn.blogspot.com/ )
She is going through a rough spot and could use some serious backing.
I want to talk to her daughter and tell her about my "mother" or maybe direct her to the latest story of the child locked in a closet, chained to a bed and/or microwaved.
For example: http://tinyurl.com/2rnfoe

Back to the whoring.

I read about a book a week, more if I can.
I'm always on the lookout for a good recommendation.
Subtle begging?
Out of everything I've ever read, there is one book that has been my favorite for about a decade.
I've read and re-read it countless times.
It seems I'm always buying it because I keep giving it away.
I've considered buying a suit, tie and name tag to start knocking on doors, because I just love it so much.
All of my siblings have read it and my nephew was even named after it.
The Brothers K by David James Duncan.
Go ahead, I'll wait while you Google and Amazon it.
It's the most powerful, satisfying 645 pages I've ever encountered.

*Disclaimer *If you weren't raised in a stifling religious environment, don't love baseball and don't have a soul, this book may not affect you as much.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

<3

My new niece, my sister and my brother in law.

Daddy and babe.

Yummy fingers.


Loving support.
Dearest Gizele Mae,
The day you were born, I called the hospital in Utah and got your Dad on the phone. He didn't speak much English at the time, so I said, "Keri,...Baby?" he said, "Keri, baby...beautiful, baby beautiful!" and some Portuguese mixed in with tears.
Your middle name is your Moms middle name and also your Great Grandfathers only sister's name. She died a few days before you were born, but you would have loved her.
I've already heard that you are just as feisty as she was.
And your Mom...wow, to be so lucky to have her as a Mom! She is my youngest sister and you were her first baby.
You're not old enough to appreciate how smart she is. How beautiful she is...and how desperately she wanted you.
Your Dad moved from Brazil to the US because he loved your Mom so much. It was hard for him to leave his home, family and adapt to a new culture and language...but love is worth it.
It's obvious that you already have him wrapped around your perfect little fingers.
You were anxiously awaited. You were born into, and now an awesome addition to the most amazing family ever.
You have the strongest support system in the world.
I haven't met you yet, but I already love you beyond all words.
I know you have some serious health issues and a difficult, uncertain road.
I know I'll have to wear a mask the first time I snuggle-buggle you, just like everyone else has.
But, we're all here...and with you every step of the way.
Love,
Aunt Keri

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Monday, October 15, 2007

Researching Mormon History

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Much

I'm an Aunt again!
My younger TBM sister had her first baby!
Fat, curly, so beautiful...and with a congenital condition, uncertain future and shots three times daily, forever.
The birth was about week ago, and I haven't posted about it, and don't know if I ever will.
Because my Mother/Aunt/Sibling protective claws are out in full force.
After a week of tests, tears and weepy phone conversations, my oldest daughter put things into prospective.
This baby is a "SURNAME" and we are the best support system in the world.
It's amazing to me how much I can love this little person whom I've never met.
We're going to Utah at the end of this month to carefully flubber the newborn tummy.

I had parent teacher conferences today for my second grade, eight year old twin boys.
My boy with the expressive language issues (a.k.a.,MFA) is the first in his class in Accelerated Reader tests. He's reading third grade+ books and is consistently getting 90-100%.
He's at the top of his class in every other subject except for spelling.
The spelling thing doesn't worry me a bit, he just hears and processes sounds differently.

My Brother left Washington tonight. I won't see him again before he moves to Australia.
He was here for a week and we took good use of our time and made a lot of memories. Some involving alcohol, trampolines and subsequent hangovers.
It was painful, in some ways, to re-bond with my niece (5) and nephew (3) because they could be adults before I see them again and most likely won't remember this time.

The kittens are fat and happy. They are starting to get playful, and are becoming escape experts. I think my Wonder Mutt mom may be lactating a bit, but not enough to let me off the hook.
I tried soft food for the first time yesterday, and two out of five dived in. I was actually worried that the two might suffocate themselves because they dove in up their ears.
It's been a lot of hard work, like every two hours, and a truck load of Benadryl, helping these abandoned kittens survive. NOT something I would have ever signed up for.
For the critical people:
I'm a responsible pet owner. Both of my dogs are current in their shots and respectively spayed and neutered.
This was thrust upon me.
The mama, is obviously a baby herself and a first time Mother. Definitely less than a year old.
She most certainly abandoned her babies because she was starving. That can happen when your human family deserts you and moves to Arizona. She is SO small and skinny.
The first few days, when they sat and cried in my garden for two entire days, before I took them in, she would sit about fifteen feet away and observe them and if one got too close to her, she would swat at them, growl and increase the distance.
The humane society would have taken them in for a fee, but then euthanized them...and I'm just not wired that way.
I don't need it often, but I really deserve a pat on the back for five healthy kittens.
BTW, all five are boys and have the cutest little fuzzy balls.

...and it's almost tomorrow, another day, bringing a whole new set of challenges...

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Monday, October 01, 2007

Welcome to my world.

I took some cute pics, but I can't find my USB cable.
I suspect my boys commandeered it to lasso some rogue plastic toy soldiers.

When I got home from work yesterday, my Wonder Mutt had somehow curled herself up into the laundry basket with the kittens...AND...was letting them nurse on her!

Today, my Wonder Mutt has fully declared herself as the Mommy and growls at my Golden if he gets brave enough to come within 5 feet.
I've been sending her lactating vibes, in a totally non-selfish, every two hours feeding sort of way. Hee?

The laundry basket was pretty cramped, so a sympathetic neighbor gave us a large TV box to house my new residents.
This same neighbor also informed me that the Mama cat was abandoned by another neighbor who recently moved to Arizona.
After some lengthy discussion, I realized that I have been taking care of this losers Mother for about two years at work.
I didn't know it because he hadn't ever visited.
Anyone sensing a trend?
ANYWAY
I put the Wonder Mutt Mom in the TV box with a body pillow which she quickly chewed to shreds and they are all now comfortably resting in messy foam oasis.

Because I am STRONG, the black and white runt is being called Tom.
The other four are: George the Orange Ornery, George the Orange Fat Fuzzy, George the Stripey Face and George the Stuffy Nose.

I put some cat food out on my front porch for the abandoning Mom slut, because that's how us hard-asses roll.

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