Frog In North Georgia

It is time again for the semi-annual purge of household items.  A few weeks ago, under tremendous protest, I gave away a lot of toys and clothing that had belonged to DD.  Most of it was too small, or too young. But there was a big batch of things perfectly age appropriate for which we just don’t have room that went to mother-in-laws house.  DD can play with it tomorrow.

I have ready to go in the trunk and deliver tomorrow, many baby items for SIL, for her baby on the way.

I have a stack of magazines and books to deliver to a friend who is temporarily housebound.  Which is really scary, because I just brought a giant stack of magazines to MIL at Thanksgiving.

And I have a box each for Goodwill and the library.  Good grief.

On a funny note, I told DD that she needs to make room for her new toys that she will
receive as gifts and that Santa looks for clean rooms and sharing.  She
then polled her friends and quoted each of their responses to me.  Here are a couple:

DD: Mommy, my friends don’t have to give away their toys.
Me: Sure they do.
DD: No, B doesn’t give away her toys.  And they eat as many oreos as they want.
Me: B’s house is a mess.  And her mother is much fatter than yours.  Do you want to live in squalor with a really fat mom?
DD (frowns): No.  I don’t like that. E doesn’t give away her toys.
Me: E doesn’t celebrate Christmas.  Santa is going to fly right past her house.
DD: Why does Santa come down the chimney?
Me: Because the reindeer park on the roof.

wtf am I coming up with this stuff?  We also have been to the library this week and DD checked out a book about the food pyramid and vegetables.  Then we went to the doctor who talked about vegetables and health.  DD said on the way home, “I need to call B now and tell her about the vegetables and oreos so she won’t get fat.”

omfg, how to get her to understand that people cannot lecture their friends about vegetables and oreos.

Tags: baby items, christmas santa, food pyramid, household items, new toys.

I found some tablecloths on sale.  It seems as though I have just purchased table linens.  But actually, the last time I purchased tablecloths was when we moved into our house - in 2000.

Cotton Tablecloth

I was able to find a nice gold Provencal pattern.

Provencal Pattern

Oh, and I found complimentary chair cushions too. Yeah.

New Linen

Tags: chair cushions, Cotton, gold, provencal, table linens, tablecloths.

In a rare twist of fate, I have found myself home alone.  Ah, bliss.  I hear only the sound of my fingers pounding on the keyboard and the refrigerator.  I choose not to think about why the refrigerator makes noise (not now).

DH has taken the children out.  He used to take them to his mothers about once every four to six weeks.  But that was when he just worked a lot, rather than working every waking hour.  He did work today.  But somehow stepson has lured him away from his laptop with need of a haircut.  And DD has been dancing around with wild excitement that next week is her birthday.  So he took them out.

I was going to go.  But then I got smart and thought, oh my, home alone.  After they left I ate a sandwich and didn’t offer anyone a bite.

I watched mindless television; and no-one interrupted.

I paused the tv and vacuumed; and no-one asked to change the channel.

Oh YEAH.

Tags: Alone, haircut, keyboard, refrigerator, sandwich, stepson, television, twist of fate.

Only people clever enough to keep Hitler from destroying their country could design a garlic press that can actually be cleaned. And there is the distinct possibility that I will not break it anytime soon.

Though that did not work out at all for the silicone measuring spoons, which I destroyed in only a week. (They were not Swiss. I have recycled them into a bubble blowing device for DD.)

At least I am hoping that the Swiss garlic mincing device will actually work.

Garlic Press

Yes, I went out to a kitchen store today and gawked at all the gadgets as though they are porn. What could be better than gadgets designed to make food?

Tags: cooking, gadgets, home, kitchen.

Last weekend I came home from the CSA very pleased to have organic eggs. Then I discovered that DH had already purchased a dozen organic eggs.

I decided my eggs are better, because I know exactly where they came from. Then we only cooked one or two of them over the week.

Saturday, in my CSA share… six more eggs. Now we have about 20 eggs, which is way too many.

And stale baguettes. And raisins and tart apples. That sounds like bread pudding to me. So thats what I made, bread pudding with organic eggs and organic apples.

The apples are not in the recipe. I just like them.

Tags: cooking, home.

For the love of all that is good and holy, these small mammals must stop pooping in the house!

My child will be four years old this Fall and has been potty trained for two years. She just announced that she has pooped in her pants. wtf? Does she feel left out because the dog and cat messed?

Is this my punishment for being the large creature who is home alone this evening with the small creatures? Can’t they just pee on the other large creatures when they get home to show how much they’re missed?

Tags: family, home, Pets, rant.

She was chewing everything. We hated to keep her in a crate all day. We let her out on the fenced porch. She chewed the porch, the toys, the outdoor furniture.

We had trained her to do her business in the grass and take her out every morning and evening. She immediately began using the porch for this. Back to the crate. Anytime she is free from the crate - potty on the porch

We purchased a tie-out for her. She is now digging holes in our yard.

I do not even know what to do. This dog is fed the best food, petted, played with, walked and vetted.

Tags: home, Pets.

People are always commenting on our rice purchases. The bagger at the grocery store said, “Wow. That’s a lot of rice!”

Yes, we really will eat all of this rice. And it won’t take us more than a month or two either. We aren’t much for potatoes.

Tags: family, home.

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Seriously, she’s more work than my three year old.

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