We're a busy family, and so like most busy families, we like to use the weekends to reconnect with each other in light of our busy lives. This is generally accomplished via sleeping late and eating pancakes. (Ahhhh---nothing says unity like carbs, am I right?) And then every now and then we try to do something special together. Saturday was VERY special. I was so far behind on my work, I kicked the entire family out of the house and told them not to come back until I was done. Ha! I'm just kidding. I would never do that. I mean, how could they possibly know when I'm done, when even I have no...
I'm on a five-year plan towards actually growing enough food to cut down our grocery bill. Two years ago, I bought a house plant. Actually, I sent Otto out to buy me a house plant, because I'm also on a five-year plan to delegate more often. "If I can keep this plant alive for a year," I told myself, "Next summer I'll actually try growing something edible." The plant is still alive. (Though---it must be noted---somewhat sickly in pallor. I don't think it likes me.) Last year, I planted herbs, strawberries, tomatoes and some peppers on our deck. "If I can grow these things somewhat...
So I went back to my new chiropractor, Paul Bunyan, today. I willed myself not to laugh. I coached myself through the entire morning, then the drive over there, and while I was on the table. "Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh," I chanted, silently. Just relax! Breathe! NO LAUGHING! I didn't bray hysterically, this time. I was really proud of myself, in fact. I set my mind on not acting like a dork and for once, it actually worked. And my neck is feeling better and better. I stood up afterward, thanked Dr. Paul, went out and made my next appointment, said goodbye to all involved, and then...
It's nearly time for me to begin my planting, again, which means that soon you can all (once again) tell me about the HORRORS OF MINT. (Noooooo! Not the mint! ANYTHING BUT MIIIIIIIIINT!) Y'all have no idea how much I'm looking forward to it. In the meantime, we are walking around the deck and our property and figuring out what will go where; what worked, last year, and what we want to try this year that we didn't before. Now that Chickadee has become a zucchinitarian, for example, I feel it's my duty to grow some of those. (Yes, I know they're almost as pervasive as mint. Go ahead and yell.)...
I don't know if you noticed that we changed the clocks, this weekend? Or that it is now currently whatthehello'clock? One hour. I feel like such a wimp, unable to reconcile my brain to a difference of a single hour. But I'm definitely struggling with it, on account of how I'm a delicate flower and everything. I had big plans, this weekend, to get a bunch of stuff done around the house. BIG PLANS, I tell you! Mostly I sat on the couch. I read some books. I watched some sub-standard television. I ate some cake. It's really like I am the very poster child for sloth, some days. And I feel like...
I have heat. I have electricity. I have hot water. The children went back to school today (can I get an "AMEN!" please). And lo, it is all VERY VERY GOOD. I mean, not that I didn't totally enjoy finally using my tub, yesterday, finally. I've never used that tub before. And while it MAY have been slightly more convenient to, you know, have hot water running out of the tap instead of coming from the eleventeen trips I made between the kitchen and the bathroom with my many pots of boiling water, and while some might argue that being able to fill it up rather than just sliding around in a few...
FYI, when a big piece of your tree falls over for no reason, it's a pretty sure bet that most of the rest of the tree will fall over if you get a really heavy snowfall. And of course THAT section of tree will fall RIGHT ACROSS THE DRIVEWAY. FYI, your husband will not find it humorous when you keep stomping around the house, occasionally gesturing to the tree which has formed a barricade to your escape, declaring, "APOCALYPSE. NOW!" FYI, when the power goes out for two hours in the afternoon and then comes back on, you would be very foolish to assume that everything is fine now. FYI, cooking...
Apparently I'm a little hard on the keyboard. I think I type with a normal amount of pressure, but then again, I thought I was writing completely normally back in school when one of my teachers commented that if I was pressing hard enough to leave indentations on several pages underneath the one I was actually writing on, I could stand to go a little bit more gently. We could probably come up with a whole personality profile based upon my apparent need to jam the keys down as I type---perhaps it means I'm unrelenting, or maybe it's just a sign of constipation---but I think the uninteresting...
I am fairly low-maintenance when it comes to "beauty" stuff (which totally makes up for the fact that I'm impossibly high-maintenance about... ummm... everything else); I don't use a lot of expensive products and I rarely wear make-up and I don't go for spa treatments or manicures or anything like that. However, in my old age (hush up, you whippersnappers) I'm beginning to realize that it really is worth it (to me) to pay for good hair care. It's not vanity, it's wanting to make sure I don't end up looking like Bozo the Clown sends me his rejected wigs. It's not JUST the hard-to-properly-cut...
