My composter is arriving today!
I bought one that I'll have to roll around the yard. I think it'll be interesting to do (and great exercise!)
Composting was one of the things on my list of 30 before 30.
I guess it's time to update you all on how that's going!!
26. Start to compost.
I'm going to start today!!
17. Write at least 6 handwritten letters to my Grandmother.
I've written one. I think I'm going to sit down and write another today!
14. Grow something edible and eat it.
On Monday this week T and I planted a whole bunch of seeds in peat pots. They're in a tray on my dresser. If T has her way we'll spend the summer eating green beans and zucchini.
10. Take a yoga class.
I took one at the local Y. I need to find one I enjoy more...
3. Read 6 NEW books. Not books I've previously read or part of a series.
The Lost Symbol, Deception Point, Digital Fortress, The Time Traveller's Wife, Steady Days ... only one more to go!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
I read really great blog on .
She's doing Project: Simplify. It is a 5 week series of challenges to help organize 5 hot spots.
On Monday she revealed the first hot spot. I swear it's like she walked into my home and picked out the one spot that needed the most work and would be the most motivating for me. Once this one spot gets organized I will be so much more motivated to stick to the rest of the weeks.
The challenge? Your closet.
Why was this one so difficult for me?
Well, for one, I've got a closet full of pre-pregnancy clothes, none of which fit my altered shape. But more than that.
Over a year ago my husband put his foot through the ceiling of our closet. Filled the closet with blown insulation. He patched the ceiling after a few months but we basically closed the closet and pretended we didn't have a giant mess to deal with. With two young children in the house, and the master bedroom as one of those off limits zone, it quickly became a dumping ground for all the things we didn't want them to have. I haven't even opened my closet in a year.
I spent the week on it.
I took pictures at the beginning and near the end. (I've straightened up even more since I took these, but it needed to be done while there was still good light.) There's a lot more stuff in the room right now than I want, but the basement flooded so I can't put anything down there until it's cleaned.
Here are the before and after.
Before:
After:
She's doing Project: Simplify. It is a 5 week series of challenges to help organize 5 hot spots.
On Monday she revealed the first hot spot. I swear it's like she walked into my home and picked out the one spot that needed the most work and would be the most motivating for me. Once this one spot gets organized I will be so much more motivated to stick to the rest of the weeks.
The challenge? Your closet.
Why was this one so difficult for me?
Well, for one, I've got a closet full of pre-pregnancy clothes, none of which fit my altered shape. But more than that.
Over a year ago my husband put his foot through the ceiling of our closet. Filled the closet with blown insulation. He patched the ceiling after a few months but we basically closed the closet and pretended we didn't have a giant mess to deal with. With two young children in the house, and the master bedroom as one of those off limits zone, it quickly became a dumping ground for all the things we didn't want them to have. I haven't even opened my closet in a year.
I spent the week on it.
I took pictures at the beginning and near the end. (I've straightened up even more since I took these, but it needed to be done while there was still good light.) There's a lot more stuff in the room right now than I want, but the basement flooded so I can't put anything down there until it's cleaned.
Here are the before and after.
Before:
After:
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Rainy Day Fun
We are fast approaching the time of year where it's warm enough to play outside but the rainy and mud keep us inside. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against puddle splashing. You can bet that my kids will be out there enjoying the finer things in life like the joy of a good puddle stomping. But I don't have the patience for it everyday.
When a supply order came in a couple days ago we discovered the perfect rainy day activity for my two little ones.
When a supply order came in a couple days ago we discovered the perfect rainy day activity for my two little ones.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Nostalgia and Dipping Sauce
Everyone has their favorite pizza place.
My husband loves the one in our town that offers a lunch buffet. Even though every time I've had their lunch buffet I've spent the rest of the afternoon hiding in the bathroom.
I think it's the meat sauce.
Buffet lasagna sounds like a good plan but it never is.
My favorite pizza place isn't particularly good at making pizza... or wings... or really much. It does however serve two things I like so much that I will continue to order there as often as I can. Nostalgia and Dipping Sauce.
This was the pizza I ordered when I was in high school and we managed to scrape together enough cash for a pizza to share but we were too broke and cheap to pay for delivery (and tip) so we'd walk to go get it, a mile away, in the middle of winter.
This was the pizza we'd order in college when we were too busy studying/writing/coding/drinking to make anything for ourselves.
This was the place with the jingle that got stuck in your head. Long after I've forgotten the phone number to the house I grew up in I will still remember their phone number.
I've never enjoyed eating pizza crusts. My parents made it worse by saying "eat the crust, it'll put hair on your chest." As a kid I didn't understand the metaphor but I did understand that I didn't want a hairy chest.
Years ago the geniuses behind the Pizza pizza brand came up with a way to not just get me to eat the crusts but to look forward to it. Dipping Sauce. Sure, you could get a marinara at most places to dip in. These guys took it to the next level.
Creamy Garlic Dipping Sauce.
For those in the US I have found NOTHING that compares to this. So don't suggest I try such and such brand of salad dressing or veggie dip. I've tried it. Nothing compares to this stuff.
So that is why when my mom wants to order from a cute little mom and pop shop that makes fantastic pizza I refuse. I'm not order pizza, I'm ordering nostalgia and dippping sauce.
My husband loves the one in our town that offers a lunch buffet. Even though every time I've had their lunch buffet I've spent the rest of the afternoon hiding in the bathroom.
I think it's the meat sauce.
Buffet lasagna sounds like a good plan but it never is.
My favorite pizza place isn't particularly good at making pizza... or wings... or really much. It does however serve two things I like so much that I will continue to order there as often as I can. Nostalgia and Dipping Sauce.
This was the pizza I ordered when I was in high school and we managed to scrape together enough cash for a pizza to share but we were too broke and cheap to pay for delivery (and tip) so we'd walk to go get it, a mile away, in the middle of winter.
This was the pizza we'd order in college when we were too busy studying/writing/coding/drinking to make anything for ourselves.
This was the place with the jingle that got stuck in your head. Long after I've forgotten the phone number to the house I grew up in I will still remember their phone number.
I've never enjoyed eating pizza crusts. My parents made it worse by saying "eat the crust, it'll put hair on your chest." As a kid I didn't understand the metaphor but I did understand that I didn't want a hairy chest.
Years ago the geniuses behind the Pizza pizza brand came up with a way to not just get me to eat the crusts but to look forward to it. Dipping Sauce. Sure, you could get a marinara at most places to dip in. These guys took it to the next level.
Creamy Garlic Dipping Sauce.
For those in the US I have found NOTHING that compares to this. So don't suggest I try such and such brand of salad dressing or veggie dip. I've tried it. Nothing compares to this stuff.
So that is why when my mom wants to order from a cute little mom and pop shop that makes fantastic pizza I refuse. I'm not order pizza, I'm ordering nostalgia and dippping sauce.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Life interrupting life
Every now and then life interrupts a wonderful routine I've got going.
Life just interrupted my life for a month but I'm back.
Sort of.
I'm couch crashing with the girls at my mom's. Actually it's the three of us in my old bedroom, which really isn't too bad. Except when we all need to be sleeping. And one of us (not going to name name) keeps waking up and crying because she's hungry or the other one (again no names) wakes up crying "Mommy mommy mommy. Sooooooooooooooooo." Finding her "soo" (pacifier) and going back to sleep.
Waiting for US Immigration to return my passport and visa so I can go home to New Jersey. Immigrating has been a super fun adventure involving thousands of dollars, multiple copies of every certificate ever issued to me (I think they even asked for my grade 4 report card), two trips to Montreal (thank god they didn't route me through Vancouver) and showing my junk to some lady I've never met before. (yes, I just called what's in my pants my junk, I'm kinda worried about what using any other term for it would do to my blog's SEO. I don't want people finding my blog by searching strange combinations of things I normally blog about and my junk.)
Fortunately it will be over soon.
This afternoon I'm heading to pick up my passport and visa from the DHL depot. I could have them take it to the local DHL depot for free, but to have it delivered to my house would cost an extra $15. Whatever. I have my license. I can do the delivery company's job for them if it means I get my stuff back faster.
Being here means we're out our usual forms of entertainment - like hanging out at the local Ikea and eating meatballs till we puke. We brought the media server we keep in the playroom up here as an easy way to transport all the kids movies. In true toddler fashion though, we've only watched one. Over and over and over and over. She gets credit for wanting to watch Bolt. I think if I had to watch the Little Mermaid this many times I would be making crab for dinner and telling her it was Sebastian.
Life just interrupted my life for a month but I'm back.
Sort of.
I'm couch crashing with the girls at my mom's. Actually it's the three of us in my old bedroom, which really isn't too bad. Except when we all need to be sleeping. And one of us (not going to name name) keeps waking up and crying because she's hungry or the other one (again no names) wakes up crying "Mommy mommy mommy. Sooooooooooooooooo." Finding her "soo" (pacifier) and going back to sleep.
Waiting for US Immigration to return my passport and visa so I can go home to New Jersey. Immigrating has been a super fun adventure involving thousands of dollars, multiple copies of every certificate ever issued to me (I think they even asked for my grade 4 report card), two trips to Montreal (thank god they didn't route me through Vancouver) and showing my junk to some lady I've never met before. (yes, I just called what's in my pants my junk, I'm kinda worried about what using any other term for it would do to my blog's SEO. I don't want people finding my blog by searching strange combinations of things I normally blog about and my junk.)
Fortunately it will be over soon.
This afternoon I'm heading to pick up my passport and visa from the DHL depot. I could have them take it to the local DHL depot for free, but to have it delivered to my house would cost an extra $15. Whatever. I have my license. I can do the delivery company's job for them if it means I get my stuff back faster.
Being here means we're out our usual forms of entertainment - like hanging out at the local Ikea and eating meatballs till we puke. We brought the media server we keep in the playroom up here as an easy way to transport all the kids movies. In true toddler fashion though, we've only watched one. Over and over and over and over. She gets credit for wanting to watch Bolt. I think if I had to watch the Little Mermaid this many times I would be making crab for dinner and telling her it was Sebastian.
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