Category Archives: General

There is a dead spider hanging from the ceiling

There is a dead spider hanging from the ceiling

I’m dog sitting and I really need to go to bed. I don’t remember the last time I stayed up this late. I mopped the floor today. I went to the used book store today and got my free book. I also put some books on hold. Then I had spaghetti for dinner.

West Side Story – Mambo

What Hipsters Say, and What They Really Mean

 

I am not a robot.

I am not a robot.

This is supposed to be a comment on Aunt Carolyn’s Blog, but the wavy words think that I am a robot.

 

Aunt Carolyn- My middle name is German spelling, unlike Libby’s ‘May’ mine is M-a-e.

Amy- It is really good at washing clothes. My recipe does not leave a smell either. Aaron says that you guys are opposed to heavy smells. I haven’t tried it on his clothes yet though. :)

 

Since they read this, (and I am assuming subcribed to me), they’ll read this too.

 

 

Here and There.

Here and There.

Sorry I have been less frequent with posting

What I have been up to lately—

Reading books by Debi Pearl, they are great, more on them later.

Going to the library,

Reading up on herbs. I found I liked the books by Jekka McIvair. I think that is how you spell her name. I am having so much fun reading about the medicinal qualities of herbs, culinary treats, growing habits and so much more! I have a list of herbs that I am going to get tomorrow at Farmers market!

I went grocery shopping ALL BY MYSELF for the first time the other day! I was so excited! I saved us $8.37 on groceries with coupons, sales, discounts, specials and pop can return! I felt so fulfilled! And Aaron was happy too! I wonder how many more exclaimation points I can use in this post!!!!

I just returned from picking sour cherries with Mom Cook. I picked a little under a gallon. I plan on canning them. I would like to can a lot of food and not freeze it because what if our freezer quits? Or what if there was some kind of an emergency where we had no power. I do not like to see food go to waste, which is why I like that we give our food scraps to Libby’s chickens. Whatever the chickens don’t eat will get turned into compost anyway.

 

Caffeine headaches and Vulnerability.

Caffeine headaches and Vulnerability.

My house is a mess, but I don’t feel like cleaning it.

I want to sleep but I don’t want to lay down.

I would like to get Aaron’s new dress pants hemmed.

I need to clean window screens, but I keep putting it off.

I also need to sow more seeds. I’ll do it next week. Or maybe tonight.

My head hurts.

I don’t want to talk, but I want to be around people.

I am not looking forward to the next couple days.

I hate this.

Clouds and Mud.

Clouds and Mud.

After trying to come up with a good subject I have started and stopped several times. I am irritated that I cannot get out what I want to post without sounding mystical and stupid. Needless to say I am learning about myself and what makes me tick.

 

Plus I will be sending out a newsletter to my friends to give them the 411 on how everything is going and to let them know that I haven’t fallen off of the face of the earth.

Me now.

Me now.

Our day has come and gone for almost two weeks. There is nothing really like a wedding. Nothing that emotionally stretches you like a ceremony that tells you to leave and cleave. Nothing that can make you stop your disgusting seventeen year old habit of biting your nails to get more pleasant looking hands for your pictures. Nothing that used to make you stressed and joyous in the same instant because one of your biggest dreams would be coming true.

I have learned more about myself in the past six months than I ever thought I would learn, a little by self-discovery, but mostly by other half. I have stopped and started this paragraph about three different times, I can’t seem to find the words I want to say. I don’t know why.

People that ask me how I am, I tell them that I am good and that I am trying to get a routine down. I thought it would be nice to put out a little update, I will post more when I can collect my thoughts better.