Any Pictures Left?

Let’s look at the remainder of pictures in my pictures folder and clear them out, shall we? I’ve a few left and then I can start posting quilts and more timely events again.


A picture of the Montana state flag taken during the boys’ school productions over the holidays.


A close-up of the center of the flag. Oro y Plata is spanish for “Gold and Silver.” Wikipedia had the following to say about the state flag:

The flag of the state of Montana consists of the image of the Montana state seal centered on a blue field.

Within the seal, a plow, shovel, and pick rest in a field in front of the Great Falls of the Missouri River. The ribbon contains the state motto, “Oro y plata” (Spanish for: “Gold and silver”). The current flag was adopted in 1905, and the word “Montana” above the seal was added in 1981. In 1985, the flag was again modified to specify the font used in “Montana.”[1] Before it was adopted as a state flag, it was used by Montana troops deploying for the Spanish/American War.[2]

North American Vexillological Association (NAVA) declared the flag of Montana to be the third worst state/provincial flag, 70th in a field of 72 in a list that contained all the provinces of Canada, U.S. states and U.S. territories. Georgia’s flag was named the worst, but has since been changed, and Nebraska’s flag was named second worst. [3]

I don’t think I’d say it was the worst flag! But, who am I, right?


Seen on a street in downtown Dillon, where we live. We don’t see trash on the streets very often so this really caught my eye. And, if you wonder if it gets cold here? Well, there’s proof. It does.


One of Brendan’s school projects. He was supposed to use items around the house to disguise the turkey so it wouldn’t be eaten at Thanksgiving. He used a bunch of my quilting scraps.


The local Elks Lodge had a Santa visit and the boys went to sit on his lap and whisper their Christmas desires. If you look above that, you can see a picture from several years ago of the boys. So big, so fast.


Going to the school to meet Brendan for a Thanksgiving treats day with the kindergartners. That morning, he *had* to wear his suit because mommy was coming to school.


Playing with mom’s quilting supplies. He was pretending they were claws.


My mom and dad.


All better! This was the day we were leaving.


Brand new baby Justin – my latest nephew.


Teaching myself how to knit.


Jen running into some 2x4s hanging off the back of a truck. They were invisible. She couldn’t see them.


Brendan trying to sew a couple squares together, just like mommy.


Brendan deciding that fireballs were not something he enjoys.


Caiden getting attacked by his brother for climbing up onto his bed when they were supposed to be sleeping. There was punishment involved and Caiden still bears a few marks from this event.


Rendy’s shocks broke on the driver’s side, so we had a really-wicked-cool-muscle car for a week to play with.


This amazing car kept blinking “READY” at me, every time I stopped. I had to go for it and try to beat the best time for 0-60 is this bad-ass muscle car. (Language intended) The best time was 7.78. I got 8.80. I was sad but scared to try again for better.


Caiden was trying to hide under my bed to avoid a bath. Jen caught him and dumped him into the tub. Once he was in, he had a great time!


Remember those Legos? It’s 11 p.m. on a Friday night and the boys don’t want to stop playing. I had to convince them to go to bed by telling them they could get up early in the morning and pick up where they left off.

And that’s about it. From here out, it’s specific events where there are several pictures to show off and quilts that were made. I finally cleaned out my pictures folder.


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Getting Settled

It’s been a few days since I’ve posted. The past month and a half has been hectic, to say the least! We got moved by November 1st; although, we were scared it wasn’t going to happen in time. The unpacking isn’t finished but we’re set up pretty nicely with the basement full of boxes. The goal is for me to take one box at a time and start sifting through it all. To date, I haven’t touched any of them. I’ve been running around, taking care of business instead of unpacking the “extras” that are stuffed away. I’m quite sure the extras won’t be “extras” but necessities when I get to them. It’s a matter of finally having a day when I am able to start working on it.


Prior to our moving the extras to the basement, we had quite a bit stuffed into the porch on the front of our house. You can see all that work waiting for me behind my chilling and relaxing, game-playing son.


At one point, this is what our front room (living room) looked like. It has since been sorted through and then moved to the basement if it has no immediate place available.


We were up there the last Saturday before Halloween and the boys were invited to a party down the street from our house. A little girl, Brendan’s age, was having a party and they were invited as we walked around the town, checking out the sites. They had quite a bit of fun but we haven’t had a chance to get back together with those children in the hustle and bustle of getting settled.


I did take a break from unpacking and set out a lattice-pattern table topper to make. I got it made, complete with fuzzy edges and stuffing of heat-resistant batting. It sits on our dining room table, a little crooked but looking mighty fine. I learned that, working with lattice is difficult. It does tend to get “just out of place” while sewing it down. It still looks great, though!


The boys had their going away party on November 2nd. While we were doing some last minute shopping for school clothes before leaving a “bigger city” than what we were moving to, Brendan picked out the suits for he and Caiden to wear to their party. The influence is Leave it to Beaver; Beaver is always having to dress in his “best suit” for a party or whatnot.


On November 6th, they started at their new school. Mama cried, the babies were hyper as all hell and dad just watched.


Caiden has been struggling with his new teacher. He has been acting out and testing his limits. We’ve done some corrective action and it does look like things are getting better. Brendan has been doing great! He seems to love his new teacher and comes home with smiles, every day.


The bus driver didn’t help matters in the mommy weepy department. When I made sure he knew they were new, he said, “Oh, I know. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of them.” Of course, those are direct signals to a momma’s heart to gush tears.


And gush I did, all the way to school. I stalked that school bus the entire way and was right there when my boys climbed off of it. I stopped behind the bus and got out of the car, leaving it to daddy, while I ran to be there when they climbed down the stairs.


They got off the bus and ran like they knew where they were going. The problem is, they did know – and mama didn’t! They followed the children inside and split up as the children did. Kindergartners stayed in the cafeteria and the 2nd graders went out to the playground. I couldn’t figure out which one to follow, so went back and forth between them like an idiot. At one point, a lady tried to stop me and tell me I couldn’t follow my son to his class because I didn’t have a visitors badge. I nearly came unglued on her. She has/had no clue that this was mama with two babies in a public school for the very first time! Fortunately, daddy had the presence of mind to get permission and informed the lady that we had permission and she let us pass. He intervened between me and the obstacle to my children (the lady) just before I completely lost it on her! Those precious 20 seconds of her interfering and my son was lost. I found out later, he knew exactly where his classroom was and went right to it.


On a side note, Jen’s bad luck continues. We gave her money to rent a Budget Truck to move all of her things from Idaho Falls to our new home and it was in her name. We parked it at her apartment and, while unloading it, someone hit it. This *&^%$ of a lady driver backed right into it. I’m still confused how she missed this HUGE truck in her rear view mirror but, miss it, she did. Jen’s moving truck has a small scratch, barely noticeable and nothing too bad. The Budget company just wrote it off with no words said. The lady broke the bumper of the car she was driving – and, according to what we overheard, it wasn’t her car. Poor Jen. Just can’t keep vehicles from getting tormented, lately.

Oh! Did I mention? Jen has her own place, now. She has her own 2-bedroom apartment here in the same town we live in. It cost us a little over $2500 and a lot of patience, but she’ll be able to branch out and have her own life without having to constantly worry about us. Of course, she’s spent quite a bit of time at my house anyway. The upheaval and all, it’s nice having her around. I dropped her off this morning. I’m planning on leaving her to total silence until tomorrow afternoon. Let her figure out what she wants to do, y’know? We’ll see if it lasts. LOL

There’s a lot more to say but this was a quick run-down to get back into the swing of writing things again.

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