I got my fucking bike stolen this weekend! It's a 1969 Schwinn Derailleur that my uncle gave me when I was 13. I made a police report, put it on stolenbikeregistry.com, and wall papered Pendleton with "stolen bike" flyers. Even though I have another bike that I use and let Randy use the Schwinn because of it being a boys bike, the sentiment is still there and I have just ridden it recently. He was a blonde curly haired white piece of shit. OMFG! The little turd peeked at us through our sliding glass and waved and then disappeared in the laundry room next to our apartment and hid for the longest time. We thought his behavior was really weird...the next day, we found the Schwinn missing. It was partly my fault...I forgot to lock it

I really hope I get it back but I'm afraid it's another one of those "waiting to exhale" situations

We had to go to Elgin where Randy's grandmother is because her husband fell and broke his femur and had to have surgery but he's recovering well.
On an up note, Talea is crawling and her bottom right front tooth popped through! I noticed the tooth next to that is emerging and Randy noticed a touch of white on her upper front gum. No wonder I'm sore from breast feeding!
I'm trying to get back into my art and photomanips and stuff...it's been hard because it's been a never ending circle of housework, baby, laundry, and cooking. Randy finally did some stuff, including cooking. I'm still not sleeping all night yet. I feel sorry for moms who have to work and do all that. I couldn't do it.
I sure would love to have a laptop but, naturally, I don't have the money for one.
Talea's asleep on Randy's lap and he's watching "Joe's Apartment" and I'm taking a time out and drinking some beer.