Archive for April, 2012

I’m Moving!

Posted: April 19, 2012 in Generally Speaking

I’m switching over to my own domain. It’s still under construction (always)

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What a great weekend that was. Looking back, we have great weekends all the time. It’s pretty cool. This weekend we had a stray cat take up residence in our back yard. We named it Hishi. All of us were immediately in love with this cat. Super friendly, obviously used to being indoors.  We took Hishi into the pet clinic Monday night. I checked off that we could adopt her(?) if they don’t find the owners, in the hopes that it takes that long that we can take him to our new place in June. There’s no bringing her in here.  My daughter’s cat would have a bird. It would be pure chaos and he’s been through enough change.  Plus I hate that sound of two cats screaming in a mini tornado in my living room at 1:30 in the morning. Waking up to find an extra cat worth of fur somewhere between brushing my teeth and building coffee.  Well, whatever happens we couldn’t leave Hishi outside to fend for herself.

We braved the place that won’t be named on a Saturday night, in line with our plan to hide stuff for the children (that aren’t). Bravely throwing ourselves immediately into the fury that is the chocolate aisle on the eve of Easter. There were aunts and grandmothers and their boyfriends everywhere, standing still as fast as they could. I lost J at one point. I won’t lie, there was a moment of anxiety. We saw each other from across the decimated Hannah Montana Easter chocolate selection and ran. I remember muttering something about how they were 21+ and they don’t need to hunt for Chocolates and this was ridiculous.  We did get them a mini greenhouse seed starter kit and a bunch of herbs for the kitchen, given their cooking-ness. And then we went to Safeway and got them (read us) ridiculous amounts of chocolate.  We made it out alive.

Sunday, V had to work. So, since it was Easter and all, I drove her to work. J had already left for coffee and was planning to meet us at the hall at 11. Which he did, like clockwork. M had the misfortune of driving around with me the whole time. I wonder if he gets as nervous about these things as I do. Eating breakfast with 40 people can be intimidating. We didn’t say Grace this time. Not that I cared, but I noticed. It was weird. But, also super intimidating for someone to do for 40 people. They told me to do it one time and I said no freaking way. So I get it. This was the second one of these that J has come to, so people were a little more conversational with him this time. It didn’t hurt that he spent an hour doing the dishes. Poor guy. Three women asked him to come over to their house within 2 minutes. My helpful response was “hold on, this could be very lucrative for us!”. It was spectacular really, I’m still laughing…

It was a good brunch. Good visiting. Good community.

So, we came home, puttered about for a bit and started dinner, went and picked up V from work and waited. And waited. Oh! and waited. We ended up having the mashed potato flavored mashed potatoes*, squash bake, carrots & mushrooms before the roast was done. Which was SO good. It was a great meal, great visiting and great family.

Next time we cook the roast and the Squash Apple Bake together we’re going to account for it in the time and temperature. Amateurs.  Still awesome though. We had some of the pork with a hashbrown/egg/peppers dish for dinner Monday night. MMMM. And I still have half the roast left. Hmm. Hey! I still have chocolate left. NICE.

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*Mashed Potato Flavored Mashed Potatoes are just that. Little bit of butter, little bit of cream and smashed until they’re mashed. That is IT!! Mashed Potato Classic? Dennis Leary Potatoes?

Calm Chaos Is My Favorite

There’s nothing wrong with a little chaos. I just like it to be mellow and soothing (*blink* blink*blink*). I’m sure its another bi-product of not watching television. Not that I was a massive fan of chaos before I kicked the habit, but I never really felt like my senses were being insulted so much when I was used to having the constant din of the tv on in the background. This has nothing to do with what I wanted to write, but I thought of some Chaos from this weekend after confirming Easter plans.

Easter Approaches

We’re contemplating hiding treats for the kids. The only reason I mention it is that they are in their 20’s. I thought it would be hilarious. They may not feel the same. It’s still in negotiations. The problem with doing this is that I’ve been really thinking about consumerism and my foot print, what I’m spending money on, etc. So, the cheapest quickest way to take care of the Easter festivities is of course to hop in the car and head over to the nearest Walmart where you can find walls of the stuff. Great, huge chocolate bunnies just staring you down when you walk in the door. It’s like emotional ping pong if you have the weight loss idea lingering around in your head. Face the wall of goodies, make your way through to the clothes that should fit but don’t, go back feeling defeated to the wall. Write a note and hide it between the bunnies and the neon basket strings, and run for the bulk pre-made, shipped from California salad…Oh wait, wrong wall.

And Now She’s A Silversmith?

Well, I would not go that far. I’ve just decided that after decades of saying “I could totally make that” I’m totally making that.  So, beside the vinyl plotter is a table FULL of sparklies, just waiting to be strung or chained or hammered together to make some amazing Gypsy Armor™  that will save the world. Not quite. I’m working on a bracelet design today. It has no special powers other than it will jingle and look amazing, and be beneficial to your heart Chakra and Crown Chakra, if you’re into that sort of thing!… And I’ve made two necklaces, both of which were gone before the glue totally cured so I’m doing something right for at least one person’s taste! (Thanks for your spectacularness and support Scorpio, and my family because they are totally encouraging me and accepting of the fact that it’s exploded all over the house, in between all of the other obsessions of the month.) At least until I start making soap in the garage.

I have that song Change The World stuck in my head now, of which I am not a fan, but it’s Eric Clapton so it will always lead to something better. He’s amazing.

Have a spectacular Easter!

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