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Archive for September, 2007
We Shop in Places That Smell Like Urine
It has been rainy and wet here the past few days. I am typically so not a rain person (someone remind me of this fact when I start yammering on about moving to Portland), but it has been a welcome respite from the heat of a summer that flat out refuses to quit. Yesterday when I saw that the sun was playing peek-a-boo, I dropped the trash I was getting ready to take to the curb, grabbed my camera and the dishes and ran outside to get a few shots before the sun scuttled away behind a cloud again.
Saturday Bubby and I visited a few consignment stores and I came home with these treasures: an old Minnie Mouse mug that I enjoyed drinking my OJ from this a.m., a Pyrex loaf pan that I am looking forward to baking something in, an Ovenware bowl that I have been looking for forever, and a Salem Daybreak platter that I think is from the 50’s that is currently holding fruit on the dining room table.
The cute little Fireking bowl has already met an unfortunate end. I wasn’t the one who did it and that’s all we’ll say about it. RIP, little bowl.
And to Bubby’s inevitable question of when will we have enough dishes, I say NEVER. And since a plate and a bowl were broken yesterday alone, I think its time to go shopping again. Don’t you?
Mad for Cookie Mag or Just Plain Mad?
Do you ever get so far behind in your magazine reading that you just chuck them all and start over? What, you don’t subscribe to so many magazines that you can’t possibly read them all every month? Slacker.
In the October/November issue of Cookie magazine, features editor Jenny Rosenstrach shared her excellent method for a useful and creative way of displaying treasured family recipes: painting a mural on the inside of her cabinet door. The whimsical illustration style struck a chord with me and I also liked how she describes it as a “private living memorial to those who have influenced me in the kitchen.” In the spirit of brevity and project completion, I chose to use Sharpies for my own inspired cabinet door (read: I decided to wing it and see what happened). An hour and a half later I had this:
Fun! I knew there was a reason why I *needed* all of those colored Sharpies. Just think what I could do if I had them all.
Preview of Things to Come
I love her so, but GAH does she ever try my very limited patience at times. Does she really have to seem to enjoy it quite so much?
Sunday Morning Breakfast
texas toast + eggs, milk, vanilla and cinnamon = french toast
garnish with strawberries, powdered sugar & whipped cream
add bacon, if desired <who doesn’t love ‘em some bacon?!!>
read Sunday paper without interruption
decompress
Thanks, Mom!
In the first photo we have Leta Joy circa 1980. The second photo features my extremely verbal 3-year-old daughter. I did not pose this photo in any way or otherwise encourage her to do this. In fact, I was probably not being very encouraging at all as she was being quite loud and I was trying to watch something very important on tv, like Design Star.
I tried to make out the other items in the background of the retro photo, but all I could discern is that blue and white thing on the right is my Disney phone that talked in each character’s voice when you pushed the buttons. The same phone used in the great Homosexual Debacle a few years later when my cousin (one year older and much savvier than me) and I were playing Modeling Agency. Potential models would call in on the phone and we would ask them a series of questions, one of which was “Are you gay?” I’m pretty sure I had no idea what it meant, until we got in trouble for it. This could have been a precursor to the employment laws prohibiting discrimination in the workplace.
And that closet behind me that appears to be full of costumes? Those were my clothes.
Tooting My Own Horn
I have a submission at parenthacks today. It is a great site with lots of helpful parenting tips. Check it out! I seem to be taking some heat in the comments. Let me clarify: the kiddy pool turned upside down is not a deathtrap. I don’t normally try to kill my kid on a regular basis. I’m just sayin’.
I’m a Big Kid Now
Does everyone (or anyone) remember Tab from the 80’s? Maybe its been around longer than that, I don’t claim to be a Tab expert. I somehow associate it with the 80’s. When I was a kid my grandma got her hair “done” every week at a beauty shop in town. I went with her a lot. The sweet ladies that ran the shop would let me admire the colorful hair bows for sale, sweep up hair from the floor and generally get in their way while I quietly listened to the latest batch of local gossip. They had one of those brown coolers that opened from the top, well stocked with Tab and a few other drinks. I’m sure my experience with diet soda did not begin until years later and I never sampled it there. It seemed exotic to me somehow, something only grown-ups drank.
I didn’t even know you could still buy it, and there it was on the shelf one day at the grocery. I was feeling especially daring that day, so I bought a 12-pack. It’s really not too bad, for a diet drink. It kind of tastes like a cross between Coke and Diet Pepper … sort of. If you are a dedicated fan, you can check out this site, proving there really is a web site for absolutely everything on the internet.
Idyllic
We have been taking great advantage of the past few days of beautiful weather, spending a lot of time outside. I found a Crayola sidewalk paint tray on clearance and whipped it out one day when we were getting impatient for Daddy to come home.
She loves it. She is painting everyday. She is entertaining herself. Suddenly I am a parenting genius. She has also started using scissors at school and will spend many quiet minutes cutting paper into smaller and smaller pieces. This is HUGE, people. If we can just get her to read, we will get along great for the next several years.
