Random thoughts

I now have 11 chicks and one baby turkey. The turkey we call christmas dinner; trying to persuade ourselves that we will actually follow through on that plan. Ya right. The chicks are chick like and cute and by some fluke we seem to have only one rooster. Roosters are pretty much worthless as we are a laying hen kind of hobby farm, plus we already have two roosters – Stanley and Charlie. My prize chick is a little white cochin, she is the cutest thing in the world. The chickens are helping to fill the void my body feels with not being pregnant again, as well as my heart.
Today I took my kids swimming at the lake. It was beautiful and it finally feels like summer. My four year old daughet, Eliza, is allergic to peanuts and tree-nuts. When she was 15 months old she stopped breathing in front of me, then she did it again two more times in a two week period. I had never really felt terror until that time. Finally we figured out what the hell was going on; her nut allergy, the first reaction, as well as an anaphylactic allergy to dairy – which she grew out of this past year. Anyway, my life runs slightly different because of her allergies than a lot of other peoples. I never leave the house or her side without my allergy bag strapped firmly across my chest. We have epipens in pretty much every room in our house. Her last reaction turned life threatening in 6 minutes. Each reaction speeds up. Whenever I go into any new room or place i scan countertops, floors, childrens faces and hands, brands of food, dog food, bird food you name it I check it, even under sofa cushions. All to ensure her safety. People think I am insane. I have already started grooming her future kindergarten teacher.
So, today we get to the beach. All is well and nice and summery. Tristan and Toby are fighting/swimming and Eliza and Parker are splashing around and playing in the sand beside me at the edge of the water. I was not really paying attention to all the specifics as I was trying to make sure nobody drowned (except me), but I noticed some little plink plink plinks in the little water puddle that Eliza and Parker were playing in. In a millisecond i realized that some bitch (of course she didn't realize my wrath) was throwing pistachio shells into MY childrens little puddle! She might as well of been throwing little bombs in there. She was laughing and smiling at them and me. My rage was barely contained as I ripped Eliza out of there and yelled at her that Eliza was allergic to nuts and all i get? A fucking pathetic "they're not peanuts". Bitch.
Last. When we were in Vancouver i somehow lost my iPod between my parents driveway and their house. I was very bummed about that. I definately don't have the money for a new one, plus I am saving my money for a new Canon digital camera. But, today, my brother-in-law who happens to be the nicest guy in the world AND who bought me an iBook 6 months ago for my birthday gave me his because he wanted a shuffle instead. I love him and i'm so glad i married his brother.