Archive for April, 2008

Lookie lookie a 13!

Ok…. I again am a bad bad blogger. But here I am ready to dazzle you with my little 13. This week’s theme is food (I know , me and every other blogger these days) Here are 13 things I plan on doing with my food this summer….

1.. tomatoes. diced, stewed, sauce and salsa. I plan on canning forever this summer.

2.. green beans

3.. pickles.dill. sweet pickles should only be eaten on a dare. (pickled green beans and okra too)

4.. jam. strawberry, raspberry, and blueberry.

5.. marmalade.

6.. lemon curd and maybe lime too

7.. cherries for pie

8.. sauerkraut

9.. putting together my bulk foods pantry

10.. buying a freezer and freezing fresh blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries

11.. making at least one double meal for freezing a week.

12.. teaching River the ins and outs of bread baking

13.. and the most exciting to me… taking a chocolate class. (anyone willing to be my taste tester?)

Weekend fun

I am surprised that you all continue to read mt blog with it’s noticeable lack of pictures. Thanks.

This weekend was amazing. Friday MNM and I got a sweet deal on a chair to replace that blue rocking eyesore that has been in my living room for the past 18 months then dined on Pho while we hung out. Saturday the Grey man and I were up bright and early to head to the farmers market with Miss Waffles herself. From there we played in the park then home for a looong nap. We then went to our friend’s new BEAUTIFUL garden and played and ate pizza. Sunday we met up again with said Hippie friends at Pix We had yummy desserts (creme brulee for me and Miss Riv had a bacon croissant (( and only ate the bacon)) There was the playing of MASH and a lot of laughing. After which we headed over to SCRAP to hunt for treasures. Treasures were found as well as a little knowledge. We didn’t know that you could use the workshop room to craft as long as there is no class going on. Riv and Ky made Ky’s g pa a little birthday present….. I wish I had taken a picture of it…. they were adorable. Home. nap. 4 large bags to Value Village. Then the Riverbug and I did some clothes shopping. Dinner. Knitting. Bed. If every weekend could be like that I would be one happy mama.

Girlfriends

In the past I never had many girlfriends. Most of my good buddies have been men or boys. I did maintain the same core of women in my life (MaryLisaDanielle) for years and years but most of the people I ‘hung’ with on a regular basis were men. Until now. ALL of my friends are women now. It struck me this morning that there are no more dudes hanging around my house. No more male centric poetry no more manly music or tv shows and it is a little refreshing. The girlfriends I have now are very fulfilling. The women in my life never fail to make me laugh, shock me, educate me, support me, and challenge me. I am an admirer of the women in my life. I am inspired by the women in my life.

They often times talk about how great communal living would be and for the first time in my life I can see how that would work. ……how awesome it would be to have this sisterhood resource to tap into when needed. I am glad to have such strong women in Riv’s life. She gets to see mamas in many different lights and I hope that she reaps the benefits of such exposure when she is a woman herself.

This weekend I threw a mother blessing (stop snorting) for my friend Amy. I must admit that I was a little nervous that my inexperience coupled with my serious non belief in all things woo would prove fatal to her day of pampering and honor but I must admit it went pretty well. While she sat and got pampered (her belly henna-d and her feet rubbed) we surrounded her and let her know how much we all admire what a strong capable mama she is. After that there was much laughter followed by fooood. After it was all said and done, I think she had a good time. I think she felt blessed and loved. I hope so at least. I know I was left feeling like as women there is nothing we can’t do and I am lucky to have so many in my life now. Sister’s are truly doing it for themselves.