True Confessions

It may come as a shock to some of you to hear this, but I'm not perfect. It's true! Really! I have my little flaws like the rest of you mortals.

For instance, up until today, I never used the strainer-thingys in my sink.

You know, these things:

*shudder*

 

 

The things that catch all the nasties and keep them from going down the drain. The goopy, gloppy, stringy, soggy, icky, yucky blucky nasties. I have a problem with these strainers. The problem is, I LIKE it when the nasties go down the drain. That way I don't have to look at them or touch them or associate with them or think about them ever again.

 

I also have a problem with wiping the crumbs and junk off of the table and counters carefully and neatly into my hand instead of flinging them hither and yon onto the floor where they wait to be swept up (I do sweep them! I DO!! You know...sometimes). I just hate the way they feel against my skin. Crumbs are okay, and wet stuff is okay, but when both combine in a weird half-firm, half-soggy pile and stick to my hand - I have to stop talking about it now.

 

Give me poopy diapers any day. Just please, no soggy crumbs or sink filters or hair in the shower!

 

This might be the reason why I'm so bad at housekeeping. That, and the fact that I'm just naturally the mistress of chaos.

But anyway. I previously shunned sink filters. But I also don't have a garbage disposal. So this has caused problems.

 

Problems in the form of a sink clog that almost ruined my life.

 

Not really. But kind of.

 

Actually it just required obscene amounts of drain-o. Which also repulses me.

 

So I've come to a decision. I'm going to use my sink filters. And be a grown-up.

 

The end.

Whats and nots and suchlike

I realize I've been neglecting this. There have been all manner of things happening that I could have blogged about. I could have blogged about the party we had; how I took a theme from our homeschool unit and ran so wild and crazy with it that I made an octopus piñata that was only part 6 of an 11 step treasure hunt and obstacle course meant for only the bravest and most daring of adventurers.

I could have blogged about taking my kids for a walk to the library, and the health food store, and picking all manner of weedy greens for the rabbits along the way. I could have taken pictures, and told you all about Plantago major and Taraxacum officinale. And also shared how incredibly weedy and unkempt our town is. Oh well, more goodies for us!

Obviously, I didn't blog anything. Or take pictures of anything. I was far too busy getting attacked with water balloons, or yelling "STOP AT THE STREET! WAIT FOR ME! BE CAREFUL! STOPATTHESTREET!" a hundred million times an hour.

I believe this is called "life", and sometimes it just feels best to live it.

The rabbits have been banished once again to the outdoors, just in time for the gorgeous September cool-down. I actually got in a teensy bit (cough) of trouble because one or more bunnies may or may not have ruined the closet door with their adorable ferocious nibbling. So now I have a new project on my list: refinish closet door to look charmingly...er...rustic. I think it can be done. Perhaps you will get to see the transformation!

The good news is, it looks like my wonderful, loving, kind, patient husband is going to take pity on me and my dearth of carpentry skills. The hutches will be built! The rabbits will be bred! Baby bunnies will abound, along with copious shrieks (mine) of appreciation!

Fur hats and mittens and slippers and delicious stews will also abound. Eventually. But we won't think about that while they're tiny and adorable and fluffy and sweet and cuddly. :P

For now, the change in the weather has refreshed my soul. I pursue the life in front of me with renewed determination. Now is the season of planning, of pondering, and of preparation. And knitting. And soup. And of course pie.

Pie. Mmm. Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiieee. Pie.

Goodbye!

The last few weeks...

...have been crazy go nuts.

Liesel is no longer with us. She decided to give Enoch (1 year old) a deep, nasty, horrible, bacteria-laden bite on the arm, for which there have been two emergency doctor visits and plenty of horrible, horrible medicine that he does his very best to spit out/throw up/spill/anything but swallow.

I'm still working through the mega dose of mommy-guilt I got for even letting the beast in my house in the first place. If I ever get an indoor cat again, I will get a kitten. Preferably one with a hilarious face, like this:

(I searched the interwebs for this picture, it does not belong to me)

For now, I'm totally cured of wanting one at all.

Sigh...

Moving on!

I rescued the bunnies from a giant, COLD rainstorm we had recently (69 degrees! in July! where do I live again?!? Watch out! Oklahoma just might be transforming into a magical paradise!), and I might have to do a post on their new location soon because I kind of love it. I set up baby gates to partition off my hallway, and they're using the litterbox and everything. I might keep them there until I can build hutches. I hate to put them back in their itty bitty cage when they're having so much fun scampering about.

I desperately need to compost and MULCH my garden. We'll see if I can con my mother-in-law into helping me get the mulch (mom! if you let me use your trailer and your superior strength and skills in shoveling for a couple hours, I'll let you babysit your perfect grandchildren for a couple of hours after that! wahaha...my evil plot is sure to succeed...). If I manage to get those two things done, I'll have a go at planting a fall garden and do a post on that. Stay tuned!

I made blackberry jam the other day, and it turned out absolutely beautiful and I love it. BUT...I've never made jam before, and so of course I forgot something. I forgot to add lemon juice. Of course. Does anybody know if that means the jam is sure to go bad? Should I freeze it? Or should I just live dangerously? I tend to think if it smells/looks okay when I open it, it should be okay. But maybe I'm wrong. Experts on jam, please advise.

So anyway! I've been stressed, but I think I'm going to make it to the end of the tunnel before the train hits. God is good. I have lots of posts planned, if I can just remember where I stashed my extra energy!