Monday, February 25, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I've been tagged!
My friend Dawn Ramblings from Alabama tagged me to list 6 quirky things about myself. For those of you who may have thought I was a little quirky, you probably have no idea...
1) I have to be doing something on my laptop when ‘watching’ television. I get bored watching television, and Mike can’t do anything BUT watch television in the evenings after work. So in order to spend time together after dinner I’ll sit in my recliner in front of the television and listen, but I have to be writing emails, checking work stuff, playing online games…something. Sometimes eating at the same time. Can’t just sit there and watch.
2) I have to have a plan. A plan for the weekend, a plan for the day, a plan for my grocery shopping trip. I start asking Mike what the plan for the weekend is on about Tuesday or Wednesday. You would think this would indicate organization. It doesn’t. Just have to have the plan. And if the plan doesn’t work out, that’s fine…just had to have one.
3) When I eat M&M’s, I take them out of the package and put them on a napkin, sorted by color, then eat any right away that will cause a color grouping to have an odd number. After I have groups of even numbered colors, I eat them rotating through the groups…a red, a green, a yellow…until they are gone.
4) I love, love, love, I mean LOVE my dogs. But they can’t lick me. No licking. In the event that one of them slips one in, straight to the sink to wash.
5) When I eat pizza, I pick the toppings off one by one and eat them, then eat the crust.
6) I always want to drive when we go anywhere. I don’t like to be driven. If friends want to go to lunch, I want to drive. If we are traveling, I want to drive. I guess that’s a quirk, Mike thinks it’s a control issue.
OK Dawn, now that you know just how quirky I am, you are still going to let me sit with the girls...right? (they can just call me crazy Aunt Paulette, everyone should have a crazy aunt)
Now I tag Jenny.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme...? Not quite yet.
There’s nothing like days like we had Saturday to get me thinking about Spring and our future living in the country. I just want to go plant something! In my current herb garden Rosemary is looking pretty rough, and lonely. I think at least I need to give her a nice haircut, and hopefully it won’t be long until thyme, lavender, basil and the rest of the crowd can join her.
One of the things I’m looking forward to is frugally living off the land. My father always had a way-too-big garden and an orchard, and was an avid hunter and fisherman. So his, mine, and many other deep-freezes and cabinets were always abundantly supplied with canned and frozen fruits and vegetables, fish and game. I can’t wait to do the same…sans the game…I think I’d rather see those guys as they pass through, rather on my dinner plate.
It’s one thing to have my dad give me a big container of deer stew ready to heat up, but quite another to have to start from scratch. I guess he’d be disappointed, but the bow and arrows and the firearms that he left to me will likely be used to shoot cans off the fence like we used to do when I was a kid, or learning to hit the bulls-eye on targets for that inevitable day that I get called to participate in the Amazing Race and my archery skills will be required. Actually, he may not be disappointed, he maybe would expect it. He was always (well, usually) very understanding when I wouldn’t pull the trigger when I had Thumper in my site.
I’ve been told by a local resident of the area that our property is part of a deer migration path, so likely we’ll have to have a really TALL fence around the garden. I saw my first one last summer as we were resting on the truck bed one Saturday looking out toward the woods. He made a graceful exit from the woods on one side and didn’t dally too much before disappearing into another wooded area, but not before giving me a glimpse as he glided across the field.
Now, farm animals are a different story. I’ve been thinking that maybe a couple of cows would be nice…maybe one named Buttercup and one named Dinner? Mike doesn’t see the need for Buttercup, he thinks they are all inevitably dinner. He asks ‘what will you do with Buttercup in the long run’…hmmm. It’s a thought, and animal lover that I am I really don’t think I’ll get too attached to a cow. They are a bit scary if you ask me...those big heads, with those big eyes...
One of the things I’m looking forward to is frugally living off the land. My father always had a way-too-big garden and an orchard, and was an avid hunter and fisherman. So his, mine, and many other deep-freezes and cabinets were always abundantly supplied with canned and frozen fruits and vegetables, fish and game. I can’t wait to do the same…sans the game…I think I’d rather see those guys as they pass through, rather on my dinner plate.It’s one thing to have my dad give me a big container of deer stew ready to heat up, but quite another to have to start from scratch. I guess he’d be disappointed, but the bow and arrows and the firearms that he left to me will likely be used to shoot cans off the fence like we used to do when I was a kid, or learning to hit the bulls-eye on targets for that inevitable day that I get called to participate in the Amazing Race and my archery skills will be required. Actually, he may not be disappointed, he maybe would expect it. He was always (well, usually) very understanding when I wouldn’t pull the trigger when I had Thumper in my site.
I’ve been told by a local resident of the area that our property is part of a deer migration path, so likely we’ll have to have a really TALL fence around the garden. I saw my first one last summer as we were resting on the truck bed one Saturday looking out toward the woods. He made a graceful exit from the woods on one side and didn’t dally too much before disappearing into another wooded area, but not before giving me a glimpse as he glided across the field.
Now, farm animals are a different story. I’ve been thinking that maybe a couple of cows would be nice…maybe one named Buttercup and one named Dinner? Mike doesn’t see the need for Buttercup, he thinks they are all inevitably dinner. He asks ‘what will you do with Buttercup in the long run’…hmmm. It’s a thought, and animal lover that I am I really don’t think I’ll get too attached to a cow. They are a bit scary if you ask me...those big heads, with those big eyes...
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