Sunday, January 16, 2011

Come little baby

150 stitches x 172 rows = 24,000 stitches or abut 22 hours....for a baby blanket that has to be hand washed and thus is essentially useless. But anything less than pure wool would have been less than perfect, and this particular baby boy deserves perfection. Come gently into this world, little one.

I haven't, since having my babies, anticipated a birth this much. It's not my story to tell, but suffice it to say, my friend's baby is much anticipated. I am praying for her. For a good birth, and for a healthy loud baby cry in a few hours.





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Friday, January 7, 2011

Abuser

I work prosecuting bad guys in domestic violence situations.

I have sometimes lectured defense or unrepresented accused people and exercised my discretion not to proceed because buddy said he was sorry and deserved a break. Probably bent a rule or two in the pfocess.

But I've been pretty good so far in identifying the real abuser bad guys from the generic douchebags who just need to grow up or stop drinking or whatever.

I've mis-judged some people, but have been bang on with most. Especially the real creeps, the victim-blamers, the controllers, the ozokerite, the esteem crushers. Those are the guys I focus my energy on. They're all guys, almost. A few lesbians, a handful of wives - 220 out of 250 would be men.

Anyway, when they seem sorry and scared and have no record..,,I usually give them s chance. Even two. But never three. And I tell them that. And their lawyers. But never more than twice.

And murderers get zero chances.


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Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Big girl


She peeled an orange all by herself and was so proud.





Little stinker.




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Saturday, January 1, 2011

2011

2010 - it was truly my best year ever...with a job I finally got the hang of, great health, and a few cool trips....It was great.

But it was marred by tragedy with the loss of twin nieces, eagerly anticipated and desperately wanted. T and J. We miss them so. God willing, SIL will carry this new baby to term, I can't imagine having to survive that heartbreak twice.

I miss them. I miss my dad a lot lately too. Mom is running out of money and I can't help but think how different it would be if he hadn't died almost 16 years ago.

So anyway. having said that, I'm grateful for:

Mom





Husband





Eldest (15 now - this is an old photo and my favourite)





Eldest daughter (12)





Second daughter (4)





And my baby (21 mos)





Life is so good.