Well, summer is here! Thank God.

Summer, the end of school, the death of my sister, my birthday, finals, my graduation, and my yearly housing inspection, all took place within three weeks of each other. This was a real bitch to live out, with all its busyness, but now summer is here and my house is clean, my grades are in (all A's and B's), and my daughter is determined to do some projects around the house. We have an area in front of our house under our front window that she wanted to turn into a flowered sitting area. I took her and her cousins to three different stores and got planters, flowers, bark mulch, two chairs and side table, and soil. We then spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning, raking, hoeing,  planting, and arranging one awesome sitting area. We have two long planters boxes, and two round ones. On each side we have large bowls that burn citronella. Her cousins and her then sat out and enjoyed, for the first time in six years, our front yard. It even inspired her to bring a book out and read! That is maybe the most amazing thing.

My kids will have good ideas and I never have the money to do what they want, but I took some graduation money I got (thanks mom and Dad!) and turned it into a source of pride for my daughter. I am so proud of Punkin' for thinking up this idea, picking out the flowers she wanted, and working so hard to make it happen. She is 11yrs old and really blossoming right now, which is fantastic because a couple of months ago she was only a shell of who she is right now. Much of which I can point at my sister and say, "She did it!"

My daughter slipped into a depression and began to hate school about 2 months back, and asked to be pulled out of school and be home schooled by my sister Penelope. She didn't feel like she fit in or belonged, she felt teased, depressed, rejected, and stupid. No school should do that to any child so I pulled her out and she started  PHS (Penelope's home school) right away. My sister threw herself into my daughter as if she was her number one project. She evaluated her and found her holes in learning and then spent hours every night (some times until 5 am!) on the Internet learning the best ways to teach someone these missing skills. For some reason my daughter had no reasoning or comprehension skills. She could not do the simplest deductive reasoning tasks at all, and induction? Forget about it! . When you have a hole in your learning in this area it effects so much of your life. Your self esteem, your math, your reading, science, logic, and even being confident enough to deal with strangers is affected. No wonder the girl never wanted to stay home alone for so long! She never felt like she could handle herself or problems that would arise. So we (and by "we" I mean Penelope mostly) began teaching her and giving her life skills, and immediately her math improved, as did her reading.  My sister tailor made Punkin's education to fit who she is and what she needs, and after a short time my daughters dark cloud lifted and she began to have sparks in her eyes again. She had a new found spring in her step, and now comes up with ideas and we will work toward accomplishing it. This has built such confidence and security in her that she is able to enjoy doing things now that before would stress her out, such as ordering her own food, asking people directions or questions, and taking charge of her own life. She is making her own decisions now and figuring out who she is and what she likes. Punkin' was a follower, and never had her own opinion. If a friend got a new hair cut, she wanted the same one. If they got new clothes, she wanted the same one's. She judged whether or not her tastes were cool and acceptable by judging how other's responded to it. Example: We went out looking for shoes and found some she really liked. Two days later we went back with a friend of hers and when she asked Ashley if she liked those shoes Ashly said no, and Punkin' agreed with her that they were ugly and she no longer wanted them. She would ask other kids if they liked something that she liked and if people said no, she pretended she felt the same way. She could never think up a hairstyle she liked or wanted and then go get her hair done that way. It was like she was physically unable to make decisions like that.

It used to frustrate me because I am so opinionated and don't give two shits if people like who I am or not because I like who I am, and that is enough for me. The Boy is the same way so I just didn't get why Punkin' wasn't. But kids who do not learn to reason, simply cannot reason even simple things we take for granted and do automatically. She needed to be taught reasoning (deductive and inductive) and she needed to practice it. Then she needed to be encouraged to find her own person, whoever that may be, and be that person courageously and confidently. Finally, this dark cloud of depression had a name, and therefore could be understood and conquered.

What a relief! It is terrible to know your kid has something wrong with them and you don't know what. You can see they aren't who they once were, but you don't know exactly what it is or when it happened. All you know is you see your child suffering. Had it not been for my sister who is the world's best teacher, and the most patient, intuitive person I know, who quickly and accurately diagnosed my child and then found out how to fix her permanently, who knows what life would be like right now for us. I imagine it would still be depressed and hopeless feeling. That feeling sucks. I prefer this other feeling we are having right now. Feelings like confidence, ambition, goals, curiosity, and dreams.

Punkin' decided to stay with PHS next year and get completely caught up with all her school work. She is seriously delayed in a few ways, but she began to catch up so quickly with the watchful eye, and help of my sister. I am just so dang proud of my daughter, and so grateful to my sister who has magic in her fingertips when it comes to teaching kids things, and helping them understand themselves and this world around them, that I have decided I want to marry a man just like her some day. I would totally just marry her except we don't live in the south anymore and up here you Yanks frown upon that kind of thing.

I would go on and on longer about all the reasons why my sister is the most awesome sister alive, and why my daughter is the best daughter of any daughter that has ever daughtered, but there is this awesome new sitting place out front that smells all new and bark mulchy, with these pretty flowers out there begging me to join them and drink some hot coffee while enjoying their prettiness. And who am I to tell them no?

Have a great weekend people!

Well peoples, I did it! I graduated yesterday. Bagpipers walked us in and the moment I heard them I did my usual trying to keep my shit together and don't lose it because if the bagpipers thingy I do so well. We had like 600 graduates and that was an insane number of folks. (As Boo, age 7, explained it to everyone: "There is one-hundred THOUSAND people here!!) Took forever and a day. Graduations would be a blast if they weren't so darn dull and boring. It was all I could do to remain conscious after awhile. Now it is one down, two more to go! In two years (and yes I mean two years! It took me three to make it through my last two years and I am not changing my damned major again!) I will be getting my degree in Psychology, then I will stay in school for one year more after that and getting my teacher's degree. Not that I really want to be a teacher but why get only one degree when you can get two? That's all I sayin'.

My parents, my daughter, and my two sisters and their husbands or children came to my graduation. Once I saw them up there when i walked in, it took me 15 mins to stop the tears from trying to come and destroy my face. My sister Penelope's husband was setting up tables and a BBQ in my garage so we could BBQ up some steaks for the dad's and grad when it was all over. He also spent several hours at my house before the shin-dig mowing my lawn. It looks fabulous now. What a gift and thanks, man! You are the best pretend husband I have ever had!

My sister Penelope went above and beyond, as usual. She made all the side dishes for this BBQ, got the tables, set them all up, got me exactly what I asked for (Corn on the cob, and pea salad) then she cleaned it all up when it was over. She has helped me so much lately, and worked so hard that my friend Jamie asked me after watching her bush whack blackberry bushes and weeds: "Does your sister owe you a favor or do you have something really juicy on her? Because this is A LOT to do just to be nice to someone." If that  tells you anything about the amount of work she had done, and would be doing.

Before my inspection my sister came and cleaned my house from one end to the other, including a bathroom so bad my son refered to it as a crack whores bathroom. Then she invited everyone to my graduation, planned the reception herself and organized it. She then came back over to my house and for three days me, her, and her husband found the ground in my very large yard. Until then there was mostly blackberries, and sticker bushes, and grass to your knees. But I got into trouble for it with the landlords so My sister came and did the first yard work she has ever done in her entire life right here-in my yard. I am so honored. My sister is awesome.

Beyond awesome, actually. When I needed gas, or school supplies my sister would buy it for me. Through these last 3 years of school she had homeschool one, and then the other one of my children, she has kept me sane, gave me kicks in the ass when I wanted to skip school because the sun was finally out. She studied with me, she quized me, she encouraged me, and has in every way, shape, or form, has been there for me in ways that I needed it, when I needed it, and half the time I never had to ask her for it. Without my sister to lean on, school would have been much harder than it was. I have never known someone so selfless in their giving-ever! Had I known a damn thing about the medallion of appreciation I would have bought her one and presented it to her at the BBQ. But I did not know until right before the graduation what they were, and what they were used for. But she deserves it. The person who has most inspired me, and encouraged me, and loved me through every succsess and failure is my sister Penelope. Girl, thank you and I love you. I couldn't have done it without you. We can share my diploma until you have your own.

I LOVE YOU!!!! Thaks for everyone that came, it made it special having people who care about me there to support me. I really love you all. Thanks again. 

Well I did it. I finally got through my first round of college. My last day of my last term was Friday. Next week I take my finals, and next Saturday I graduate at 3 P.M. in the pavilion at the fairgrounds. I thought this day would never come. It took me 3 years to get my transfer degree mainly because I switched my major three times because I just didn't know what I wanted to be when i grow up. In the fall I transfer to Western Oregon University and will get my bachelors in psychology. Then I will remain in school one extra year and get my teaching degree. Why settle for one degree when you can get two?

Apparently this is a really big deal for me. I went to the bookstore to buy my cap and gown a couple weeks ago and when the lady held it up for me to see, I burst into tears. It was totally unexpected and I tried to choke it back but I wasn't fooling anyone. There were 5 people behind me and the lady says "Oh! Your crying! Congradulations on graduating!" And everyone began to clap. I completely lost my shit and couldn't even talk. I kept trying to laugh like I had no idea why I was blubbering but it only made it worse because it shot me into the ugly cry and there was nothing I could do about it.

So later I take it to my sisters house and as soon as I pull it out to show them I burst into tears again. Later I was just talking about it to my sister and began to cry. Later when i got home I hung my gown in the closet and cried the whole time. Apparently I have a chronic case of the saps going on.

It is just that I am insanely proud of me. I did it. AND I managed to be on honor roll the whole three years of going to Chemeketa. I am the first of my parents daughters to graduate from college, and I did it while being a single mom, going to school full time, and working part time. I never liked school when I was a child but I liked it as an adult. I grew so much, and learned so much, made frienships that will last a long time, and it is all such a big, big big deal. To me anyway. Sometimes I thought I would never see the end of the road. But I did and that road ends Saturday.

How very VERY awesome. Venerate me.

Today I have a house inspection and my toilet was leaking. My sister and I fixed it with a half chewed piece of Airheads taffy.

I am so ghetto awesome.

When someone dies there is a tremendous amount of planning that goes into giving them a funeral and burial.  There so many decisions that have to be made and all of them need to be made right! Now!  It can be incredibly overwhelming.  After endless phone calls had been made, and countless plans planned, my folks made just one more call to the cemetery which graciously offered to re-open my grandmother's grave and bury Erin's ashes in with my grandma for free.  That was a very nice offer because just cracking the ground for a burial can cost $500.  Mom asked how many people you can stuff in one hole because we have a large family and that was a darn good deal.  He said two people per grave, or however he said it, and this was really funny to my mom.  But she couldn't quite remember how the man said this to her.  So later that evening my oldest sister GeeGee and my youngest sister Penelope sat in the living room planning what songs they would like to hear at the funeral, while I cleaned the kitchen listening to them.  Penelope made a song suggestion and asked my mother what she thought about it, and all the sudden my mother sits bolt upright and excitedly exclaims "Two corpses per hole!!"  Which got my sisters to laughing realizing that mom is no longer with us.  I chimed in from the kitchen, ever the wiseass, with "Doesn't Neil Diamond sing that?" 

My sisters now realize they should just run things by dad and leave my mother alone with her thoughts.  So my sister GeeGee asks my father, who was sitting in a chair with his back to everyone watching TV, what he would want to hear.  Very quickly he spins his chair around to face everyone and says to us "do you know what commercial I think is funny? I think that Sam Adams beer commercial with the guy dressed in the..." and he explains the whole commercial to us.   He then swings his chair back around to face the TV and goes back to watching his show, leaving us girls to giggle.

 We pretty much knew that at this time we might as well start smoking cigarettes and drinking beer because nothing more was going to get decided that day.  Both my parents had officially left the building.  So if you are ever wondering how you can tell when someone has hit their limit of stress overload, random calling out facts that have nothing to do with what everyone else is talking about pretty much is the biggest clue you could hope for. 

As most of you know I had a very special sister named Erin who had Trisomy 18. Trisomy 18 is a defect of the 18th chromosome and causes severe retardation in the children who have it shortening their life expectancy to only 2% of boys and 3% of girls living to see their first birthday. Against every odd my sister lived to be 27 years old and passed away yesterday the 15th of May just a month shy of her 28th birthday. She was the 3rd oldest child with this disorder in the whole wide world which is a testement to how fantastic God is, what excellent care she got from my parents, and her strong will to live.

My parents had gone to the coast to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary leaving my oldest sister to look out for Erin, and after two great days in GeeGee's care Erin fell asleep a perfectly healthy and happy little girl and simply died at 4:30 am. She had no reason expect those that only YHVH understands, and there was no cause, she simply quit breathing, her heart stopped, and that was that. It was final, it was quick, and it was over. That is a hard way for us to have lost her, but the easiest on Erin. All of Erin's life we prayed for her death to be like that and it is most excellent that that is exactly how it happened. God's a nice guy. We all miss her terribly and I don't quite know what to do without her. I hear time helps these things, we shall see, but as the unaware desk clerk told my parents as they checked out of the hotel yesterday to come home and be with Erin, "It is a beautiful day in paradise today, isn't it?"

Yes lady, indeed it was.

For anyone who knows us personally and wishes to have my parents phone number send me an email and I will get it to you. Do not be afraid to call and talk to any of us about Erin's death because it is then that we get to celebrate her life.
Shalom.

I write this to you with a belly full of Mongolian food, a smile on my face, and love in my heart. My mom drove allllll the way here from her house to throw some money at me and treat me to lunch. I know I have said it before about how neat my parents are, but seriously, they are. Since I am a poor college student I run out of money right before the next term happens and those two will always loan me money if I need it. I am really good at paying it back exactly when I say I will which help this situation out tremendously, but they still don't have to do it for me. Especially when I know darn well it isn't always easy to float me when I ask at the end of the month like this. I am totally their favorite kid. I just know it.

This winter my sister, who is profoundly retarded and extremely medically fragile, went into the hospital with bizarre symptoms and tried to die again. For the last couple of years she has been admitted into the hospital only to code a time or two, the whole family called to her bedside to say goodbye because she wouldn't make through the night, and that girl cuts death off at the door, bends him over her hospital bed and triumphantly screams in his face "Not this time you heartless bastard!!!!" That brave little girl is like a pit bull with a mouthful of life clutched in her jaws and she refuses to let go. God bless her.

This winter she spent ten days in the hospital where all the doctors could do was scratch their heads and say "I have absolutely no idea why this child is doing what she is doing. If she dies I don't know what killed her, and if she lives I have no idea why that happened either." It was pretty much a crap shoot at that point.They never did find out why she almost died, but somehow they fixed her and she got to come home. Now, she came home just a few short days before Hanukkah started and I will be darned if my mom didn't go home completely exhausted and bake up a mess of the most delicious Hanukkah goodies to give to her children and grand children. No one would have blamed her if she wasn't able to do this this Hanukkah, but my mom started this tradition a few years back and apparently she is determined to do this for her other kids come hell or high water. Now seriously, can you name me any other person on the planet who cares and loves her offspring so much that she would be willing to do this for them? She didn't make everything this year that she usually makes and instead found out what was every one's absolute favorite things were and made just that, but it was still a big huge box of Russian tea, Russian tea cakes, Carmelitas, chex mix, Carmel corn, sweet bread, and two kinds of fudge.  It wasn't only for my family either, she does it for all her children and their children. My mom has got a heart bigger than the universe and twice as deep as any ocean and I sometimes can't believe I lucked out enough for God to give me to her.

A lot of people think their parents are great, and that is good, but I know in my heart of hearts that we Knight kids truly are the most blessed kids on this whole wide big planet because of the love that floods out of those two and drowns us. Thanks mom and pop, I hope when I grow up I am half the human being you two are. The world needs more of people like you here.

Love,
Number four

When you find yourself without any computer it can be a royal bitch. At first there is a lot of gnashing of teeth and the shakes to deal with but eventually you adapt and find this weird little thing called a life.  Did you all know this existed?! Why hasn't anyone told me about this? Why am I always the last to know?! Anyway, a life can be found by doing some of the following: (Warning! If you don't have a life and choose to do some of the following for yourself, do so slowly and work your way up. Too much life, too fast causes feelings of euphoria, and extreme happiness. Also, it can causes bloating and gas, so be cautious!)

Reading. Do you know some people took the time to write a story, print it all out on sheets of paper, and bind them together in something called books?! Way awesome. It requires no URL whatsoever to read one, either.

Go visit people. Did you all know that all those cutesy screen names that you email everyday are actually real live people?! They have heads and bodies and everything. You can actually leave your house, drive to their house, and visit with them in real life. Amazing.

Go outside. Be warned here all you pasty white computer junkies! There is this super bright shiny thing in the sky. Don't be alarmed, that is the sun. It is full of vitamin D and natural antidepressants. Remove your shirt and stand in it for 15 mins. Men only please, my neighbors got really pissed off when I did that. It will make you feel all happy and centered.

Knit. Yes, I know. My age is showing here, but my daughter got a knitting kit thingy for her birthday and I made a hat. With my own two hands. I also made earrings once. You can substitute any craft you enjoy here in place of knitting.

Shop. Did you all know there are actual buildings in the world that sell stuff to you and these are called stores? I forgot. I had gotten so used to buying everything on Ebay, or Overstock.com. But you can physically walk around inside of them and there are tons of people there doing the same things! People! Real live people! Who knew?

Play a musical instrument. Did you know that all that music you download from itunes got there by someone actually physically picking up an instrument and strumming it, or blowing into it, or hitting it with a stick? And really, who doesn't enjoy hitting things with sticks?

Go see a movie. (I recommend Superbad.) You know all those movies you watch online can actually be done by driving yourself to this place called a movie theatre and sitting in front of a huge screen where you can eat popcorn and drink soda's? A lot of people do it, actually. What a great idea.

Go to the park. Did you know that in every state they have these things called state parks which is where all the nature hangs out? If you go to one of these you can see real live animals in their natural habitat and a bunch of flowers and trees. You can walk around for hours and soak up more of that sunshine I told you about. How trippy is that?

Go out to eat. I can't believe how popular this activity is. All you need is friends, family and hunger. You go in, sit down, and tell them what you want and they bring it to you. Who would have thought a store where all they sell is cooked food would be such a big hit with the masses?

Talk to your kids. You know kids, right? Those annoying little people who always whine "Is it my turn on the computer yet?" are actually little miniature you's who have really cool thoughts and ideas. They are like little people! Real live little people! And they can be funny, and dramatic, and interesting, and annoying all at the same time. The best thing about kids is you never know what you are going to get one minute to the next. They are like little surprise ticking time bombs of fun and frustration. And who doesn't like surprises?

Have your kids invite their friends over for visits and slumber parties. It is a lot like talking to your kids only better because you can send them home when they act like asshole. Plus, it really is neat to watch your miniature clones interact with other people's miniature clones. You can learn the best stuff this way.

Play board games. Remember board games from your childhood? Remember playing cards or ten thousand with your siblings growing up? Remember monopoly or scrabble or the game of life? They still make these! I am totally not kidding. They even have new games like are you smarter than a fifth grader, and updated versions of trivial pursuit. Did you even know that you can play Texas hold em or solitary with a real honest to goodness deck of cards with other people in the same room playing with the same deck of cards? At the same time? Well, not solitary, but you get the idea. Way far out.

These are just a few of the things you can find to do when your computer is broken and you no longer have access to Internet. Please try these suggestions for yourself but do so slowly and cautiously. I want no legal action taken against me if you strain something or lose some online friends because you discovered life.

My sister Penelope has two wonderful children who are...well...weird. Which is fine because weird is a verb around my family, so that is all fine and good, but her youngest Boo is obsessed with animals in every sense of the word. She watches Animal Cops on Animal Planet and believes it is her six year old duty to interrogate the hell out of anyone with a pet just to be sure they are being treated kindly. This is the same girl who wrote up signs that said do you love pets check yes or no, and took it door to door gathering check marks and signatures.
Well. She decides that she wants to be a horse. Not a pretend horse. A real honest to goodness horse and she begins driving everyone crazy about it. Six year old's are really good at that, driving you bat shit over something they obsess over. Finally my sister decides to put a stop to it when they had this conversation:

Boo: You know how you wished and hoped for a sweet little girl when you were pregnant? All you wanted was a normal girl but then you find out you actually had something else?

Penelope: (Oh God, is this the "I'm gay" talk? Can they know they're gay at six?) Yes...

Boo: Well you didn't get a little girl, you got me--a HORSE!!

Penelope: (Oh thank God) I did huh?

Boo: Yes, so for now on you treat me like a horse. A real live horse.

Penelope: Okay! Sounds good. Go take all your clothes off and get outside and I will find a blanket for you.

Boo: What? Naked? Why?

Penelope: Horses don't wear clothes.

Boo: Go outside?! It is frosty out there! The neighbors will see me naked. I will freeze.

Penelope: This is going to be great! I have a pony now! I will get money and go to the farm store and by some straw for your stall which is in the dog house because you are so small. I will try to clean out the pee and poop every day or two.

Boo: I have to pee and poo outside?!

Penelope: Horses eat Hay so that will save me a lot of money! I hope you like grass, Boo.

Boo: Wait. Grass?

Penelope: I will be sure to give you fresh water in the dog bowl once a day. I hope it doesn't freeze up on you.

Boo: GRASS?! Can't I come in and have dinner with you?

Penelope: Horses don't come inside the house. No. Sorry.

Boo: Can I come in and warm up? I will stand at the window and look really cold. You will feel bad because your daughter is outside freezing. How would you feel about that?!

Penelope: Are you kidding? I would feel great! I have a HORSE!!

Boo: Um... Can I not be a real horse? Can I just pretend to be a horse once and a while but still be a real kid? I DON'T WANT TO BE A REAL LIVE HORSE!!!

Penelope: Well, if that is your decision I am fine with it. I will play horse with you sometimes but the rest of the time you are a real normal kid-right?

Pure genius, that sister of mine. To this day whenever they play horse she makes sure you understand that it is a GAME and she isn't real and doesn't want to go outside naked to pee and poo and freeze. She only wants to prance around and be cute. Which I will agree, that girl makes one hell of a cute horsey.

Hello peeps! To my many, numerous fans who have missed me (Hi Kathy and Mom!) I will be back to spewing my life on the internet whithin a week should everything go well. I am getting a new computer in a week or so and oh! The things I have to say. My first entry will be 101 ways to pass the time when you no longer have a computer or the internet. The Boy will be writing half of it. Punkin' could write the other half. I can't wait to get back into the saddle. Oh no I can't.

Have you all missed me?!