The Great and Random Ramblings of Cannwin

Backstory- My son has this swollen, infected growth on his leg (yes sounds lovely... believe me it's worse than it sounds) and yesterday before we went to the doctor about it I heard this. To the tune of "The Farmer in the Dell" Sharks are full of blood, Lizards are full of blood Carrots are not full of blood but my bump is full of blood! Frogs are full of blood, Boys are full of blood, Cups are not full of blood but my bump is full of blood. ------ Son: Mom, do you know what potatoes are made of!? Me: Um, what? Son: French Fries! Me: Oh, I think it's the other way around honey. Son: No its not. And these are called Potater tots.

Have I done this one before? I can't remember but if I have, forgive me. What was I doing 10 years ago?-- that would be. . . 1998 1. Moving to Utah to live with my brother 2. Working as a Hostess in a fun little restaurant that isn't there anymore *sniffles* 3. Trying to graduate from High School 4. Saving up my money to go to Italy 5. Meeting my best friend Kazia What are 5 things on my to do list today? 1. Finish a second sketch of a controversial topic to write my essay on (for class) 2. Finish those fingerless gloves I've started crocheting. -finished-- see below 3. Go to grocery store and get a pumpkin. 4. Find out if I have to pick the kids up tommorrow or not. 5. Don't forget to write down that I have a meeting with my teacher on Friday. What are my 5 favorite snacks? (in no particular order) 1. Goldfish crackers 2. Reese's Pieces 3. Oreo's 4. Ravioli's -- I know, not really a snack but I can seriously make them one! 5. Anything I don't have to co...

I was a young mother working at a hotel in North Phoenix when I was twenty-one. Ralexwin was going to school full time and I was the sole bread-winner in the family. Our daughter was just a little thing, no more than six months old and I had just found out I was pregnant again. No one knew but Ralexwin and me. The hotel was a job I couldn't decide whether I liked or not. It had some nice perks but it was half an hour from home and in a rather rough neighborhood, but those perks were incentive to stay. So, on one cool Phoenix day my boss came to me and explained that there was an Indie racing crew that was going to be staying at the hotel. In exchange for lower room rates they were--among other things--giving us one free ride in a specialized Indie car (specialized meaning it was built with two seats). Whoever wanted to ride could enter their name into a hat and we'd draw to see who got the ride. I shrugged and said, "Sure, sounds fun." Two days later I found out that ...

I'm a bit of a seamstress (I was gonna say sewer but that looks just like sewer--where your potty goes--so I changed it) well, not really but I like to imagine that I am. The truth is my mother-in-law has taught me nearly everything I know. The woman is a pure genius when it comes to a needles, thread and fabric. She makes patterns out of nothing and knows the ins and outs of nearly every fabric. So I've learned a few things, like how to take a shirt I like and use it for a pattern for a new shirt (I'm still working on sleeves). Today I got bored with everything I own, and the fact that I don't fit into any of them, and I decided to make myself a new skirt. It wasn't until half way through that I realized how absolutely cool it was that I can actually say, "Hmm, I don't like anything I own, so I think I'll make something new." And that's just what I did. Can you sew? Have you ever made ANYTHING that you're proud of? I think the thing I'...

Well, today I was issued an EBT card, which, for those who don't know, means that you are now paying for my food. I'm not sure how I feel about this situation. It's one of those inevitables of a husband who can't work and a wife who makes $7.50 an hour, I guess. It just takes a lot of humility to go down to the Social Services office and fill out all of that paper work that says, "Yes, I am dirt poor." And for all of you who might be grumbling about having to feed my children while I have access to the internet... I don't. I just get these random waves that float over my house from the direction of the neighbor's and they just 'happen' to work on my internet connection. I don't have any cable television either, or car payments so you can be comforted in knowing that I have eliminated any frivolities that might have inhibited my ability to feed them myself. And rest assured my tax paying friends, we will only be like this for 3 years and the...

Today is my first born son's birthday. He is one year and two days younger than his sister. He is 6 today. And if I thought my girl was a ball of fire, this one is a volcano of hot magma, constantly erupting. He is a spitfire. When he was a baby his first word was "No!" and he's never stopped saying it. He loves super heroes and dinosaurs and loves to draw monsters. He wakes up every morning at 5AM and has for the last 6 years. He hates baths or water of any sort, but loves to jump into the deep end of a pool when no one is looking. If he is bored he'll just leave the room, regardless of where he is. And for the first few weeks of Kindergarten he spent more time in the hall than he did in class. He is the most wonderful creature that God could have made into a body... when he's in a good mood. He makes us laugh with pure delight and scream in utter frustration. He has what is referred to as a motor-speech delay, which means that the words don't go from his...

Today is my beautiful baby girl's birthday. She turns 7 and I just can't believe it. She is my first born child, the poor creature that has endured her parents learning from her. She is a ball of fire and spirit liable to explode in one direction or the other at a moments notice. Her favorite color changes daily, she is trying to learn to play the piano and she is in her second year of ballet. Her first word was 'Hooray!' and she took her first steps at 9 months. At 3 years old she learned how to write her name and by 4 she had learned how to read. When she started Kindergarten, at almost 6, she was already reading at a second grade level (her poor teacher didn't know what to do with her). She loves to read and has already started quite the collection of books (a family trait). Today she is 7 and is excited that she gets to stay up as late as she wants (family tradition). Tomorrow she will be a wreck, and will likely refuse to do anything I tell her to do. She will ...