Peyote @ MindSay

*said in valley girl stupid voice* 

Like WOW!  The weekend is LIKE SO OVER!  I have like no time to do anything for myself!  It like soooooooo sucks! 

*coughs*

Okay so yay the weekend did go by extermly fast.  The small lil get together friday night at the parental units house for Coltin's actual birthday went okay.  Coltin was having a melt down from being over stimulated, hyped up on sugar all day long, and very very tired.  When I get around to posting pictures you will see how crabby the birthday boy was opening his gifts that night.

Saturday we cleaned up the house, made plans to meet again at the parental units to have supper with my anal retentive pruddy sister and her similar behaved family before heading up to the city for ice skating for said birthday party.  It was okay until Randy torked me the fark off!  If I was a tv show at that time I would have been Jackie Gleason from the Honeymooners saying:  "TOooooooooooooooo the MOON ALICE" to Randy that evening before we left.  One of the formans from another job site called Randy up and asked him to get to the shop ASAP so one of his guys could get a part needed for Sunday morning.  Of course the owners of the farking buisness were no where to be found so that meant Randy had to actually do it.  Would have been fine if he would have consulted me as to when he would meet Brent the Man Ho to pick the part up.  As it was we ended up picking up two of the kids that were riding with us a half hour to 45 minutes early to get to the shop by 6 pm.  Which ment we were EXTERMLY early to the rink.

We had about 9-10 kids show up.  I did very well on my knee.  Not one fallage on the ice for me or Randy.  He wisely stayed away from me for fear of a body check into the wall.  I was feeling festy especially since the skate rental was all hokey skates:D  (Ice Rink is the home of the City Juniour Hokey League)  My kids fell on their asses a few times.  Coltin finally picked it up enough to catch the wall but DeLaney yay...........the poor girl takes after her daddy on the no cortination with ice skating.  Poor thing couldn't stop introducing her body to the ice!  My neice picked skating up like a pro and my nephew after a meeting of ice and his head did really well.  He went home with a goose egg but had the time of his life.  Now my girl Teri's oldest boy who is a Freshman, he didn't fare so well.  First it was his first time on ice.  Second the idiot (must be a man thing to try and show off right away!) was trying to skate backwards on ice that was basicly ready to be smoothed out.  Thrid he also had a meeting of the ice and his head.  The ice won 9 stitches to none!  Yes the boy cracked his eyebrow wide open!  He is okay.  But his mom is yet again convienced ice skating is an evil evil sport!  The one and only time she went she blew her knee.  The rest of the kids fell a few times and then picked it up pretty well.  My sister actually did pretty good on her first go around on ice also.  She kept sitting down though because for those of you that have never used hockey skates, they HURT if you A don't have thick enough socks on and B don't use them enough to build up a tolerance to them.  They are non flexable and hard!

Sunday came.  A day of rest my cute chubby ass!  Got up.  Got the kids off to church.  Fixed biscuts and gravy for breakfast.  Kids came home and I got torked with Grandma.  She didn't inform me that it was Coffee and Roll day after Mass.  So I had a butt load of biscuts and gravy and nobody to eat it!  From there we did a bit of house picking up, took Dooley (the great dane puppy of mine) into my girl Tab's to live.  Tab and I made an agreement.  Her old man Joe is home more than Randy (Joe is stay home daddy) and has more time for Dooley then even I do as a stay home mamma.  And in exchange for a Great Dane Pup, when Tab breeds her second Female Rottie, to my Rottie's brother (the one I had to find a new home too), I get second pick of the litter.  Tab's cousin Ed, who is the human pet to Anubus the Male Rottie gets first pick.    Works out great because we can see Dooley anytime we want to and he is my big scaried cat baby so he still does what I want of him for the most part.  Joe has realized he isn't going to hurt him! 

After taking Dooley into Tab's, Randy and I did manage to watch Death Proof.  We kicked the kids out of the living room and closed the pocket door to the hallway.  So even if they did attempt to wonder in they got kicked out as soon as they hit the dinning room!  After Death Proof, we went outside, loaded a full bed of wood into the truck and unloaded it for the parental units.  Then we helped my moms clean out my brother's gun cabnint to move it fromt he basement to the upstairs.  Next we came home and watched Panet Terror.  I perfer Death Proof over Planet Terror.  I think I get off on those chicks beating the crap out of Kurt Russel!   Made me horny:D:P  And while we were watching that move the kids were destroying the upstairs and got yelled at when I wondere dup there before I cooked supper! 

Today Tab jumped in with us on the way to school, so she could get to the dentist at the hospital.  (Yes Tribal Dental prog is in the IHS hospital).  They couldn't get her filling fixed while we were there so we came back to my house, drank a pot of coffee, put the baby down for a nap and made 6 pillows or what Tab calls 6 Peyote Pillows.  They are for folks that go to Peyote meetings.  They like to sit on the ground but it gets hard so we made the pillows with vinyal aka fake leather backing for easy clean up.  Tab also filled out our application to get the pillows into the Art Gallery.  This week I have to buy 2 bulk boxes of filling so we can stuff them and some more vinyal backing and another skeen of fabric.  We are also going to get a hold of some plyboard and have my dad show me how to use his old ass table saw so we can start making baby boards. 

Tomorrow instead of finishing up laundry and vaccuming, I am driving my dad on his work runs for his business.  He is barely walking and gets the results of his MRI on what is going on with his spine Wensday.  Don't ask me for the dignoises all I know the condition is that it pinches the nerves of his legs and feet.  And my daddy isn't getting around to much.  So I take the kids to school, drive back home, grab a few things, and then go down to my parent's place to pick up dad.  I get to drive his truck!  Heheheheheheh!  It isn't as big as Randy's truck but at least my daddy drive's a chevy!  I likes me some Chevy Trucks!:D

Good NEWS!  It is NOT cancer with my mom.  YAY!  She is still in remission!  She is looking at another surgery though.  The lump on her shoulder is fatty tissue though and her oncologist wants to get it out of there just in case it could go to cancer.  But it is NOT cancer!

Again I have a butt load to update on and even to get sme pictures loaded up but it isn't going to happen.  Your lucky I did this long boring post!  It is way past my bedtime! 

I left fairly early in the morning to drive down near Del Rio to go camping at Seminole Canyon.  It is a secluded little spot on the Texas-Mexico border near the Amistad National Evaporation Pond.  I arrived and checked into the camp grounds around noon and proceded to the area where I had decided to camp.  It has an impersive view of the surrounding country-side and was well away from where anyone else would be staying.  Of course when I arrived there was an elderly gentleman at my camping spot.  He was just there to have a quick lunch and enjoy the view and was going to be leaving shortly, so it was no big deal.  He offered to share his vienna sausages, fritos and cheese dip with me.  I declined and proceded  to break out my lunch of deer summer sausage, assorted cheeses, apples, grapes and home made bread.  I offerd the guy some of my eats, whch seemed to me alot better than his convienence store fare.  But he was happy with his junk food.  He apparently had recently retired and was running away from his kids.  We talked about his job and life in general over lunch and when he left he gave me some tangerines from an organic farmer near San Antonio that he had visited with a couple days earlier.  After lunch I set up camp and relaxed for a bit.

One of the main attractions of the park I was staying at is the Indian Pictographs in the rock shelters along the canyon walls.  They were painted by the Lower Pecos People who settled into the area about 10,000 to 12,000 years ago.  The Lower Pecos people are belived to have began the rock art about 3,000 to 4,000 BP. 

In Seminole Canyon is one of the largest of theLower Pecos People's rock shelters, know as the Fate Bell Shelter.  It is covered with thousands of paintings, some of which are still buried under the 10 to 12 feet of ashes that covers the floor of the shelter.

Many of the rock shelters in the canyons were used only for ceremonial purposes and don't have the same arrangements as the Fate Bell Shelter.  One of the interesting things in the shelter is the large stone that was used as a butcher block for over ten thousand years by the inhabitant of the shelter.  It is a large block of limestone that has turned shiny and waxy from the fats of countless animals soaking into the stone.

There are also holes in other rocks that were used for grinding sotol roots and nuts.

Of  the countless paintings a couple that I found really interesting are, one of a what is supposed to be a screaming panther or mountain lion.  The lines coming out of the mouth are to represent the sound.  To me it looks kinda like a barfing monkey.

Another painting that I liked was the of a bear headed winged shaman and his attendents.

All of the paintings are thought to have been done by the local shamans during ceremonies that involved eating of Datura, Mescal Bean and Peyote.  This combination of alkaloides, allowed the shamans to enter the spirit world and allowed then to fly arround as well.  Many of the paintings have symbolism of door ways to the spiritworld, shamans, monsters and represetations of the sotol plant, which was an important food source to the local people.

On the way out of the canyon stands a cool sculpture by Bill Worrell called "The Maker of Peace", it was inspired by the ock painting that are found throughout the canyons.

After my hike a treked back to my campsite and watched the sun set before cooking supper and heading to bed, so that I would be ready to get up early the following morning for a day of adventure.