I'm feeling the need to win something. Something cute. Something I love. Something I don't want to live without. Something I CAN'T live without. Okay, maybe that's a little extreme but seriously is this too much to ask for a girl being audited? And that's not a typo....I did type A-U-D-I-T-E-D.
So in keeping with the spirit of the recession and my need for free I'm entering this contest and for an extra chance at winning I'm posting the link:
http://www.recessionistaparty.com/2009/11/feeling-love-with-freebieeeee.html#comment-form
Be warned...my blog may turn into a boring linkage to other blogs until I win something. Or it could lead you to some very cool websites and in that case you'll be thanking me.
Halloween 2009
Creative juices are gone. That's G as in Goblin. O as in owl. N as in night. E as in eeery. All creativity has been expended on door decor, costumes galore (bats, posh pumkin, cute cupcake), trunk or treat festivities and parties, parties, parties.
Happy Halloween!!!
Carving Comments
When it comes to carving pumpkins we are like a well oiled machine. The setting has been the same for the past five years (FIVE years?!?!). Only the little bodies behind the counter have gotten bigger and a little more independent. In addition to my other annual duties at our pumpkin carving night, I bounced the baby and jotted down the comments that filled the air:
"Dad, I want you to get my guts!
Bluuuuuck!
This is my favorite part of Halloween, carving pumpkins!
Spooky! O.K., now I'm going to wash my hands again.
Mom, why aren't you helping out?
I'm not going to touch the guts anymore.
GUTS!!!!!
Start thinking about what you want the face to look like.
I want to cut it out.
HEY! You got it on my arms Sadie!
Here, try a piece!
Where's the knife? I need it.
I think daddy should do the cutting.
Why? I've cutted before.
Yes!!!! I cutted it!
Look Mom! Mine has a tooth!
I'm cutting the hair cuz daddy doesn't know how."
Happy Halloween from our house to yours!
One Love, One Life
One loveOne blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
U2 360* Tour....Glendale, AZ....University of Phoenix Stadium,
Tuesday, October 20, 2009, 7:00 p.m.
Happy 10 year Anniversary Babe!
Sunny St. George
Have you ever been to a fall wedding in beautiful St. George, Utah? If not, you're missing out. Most brides are happy, but this bride? She was beaming. Beaming I tell you!
Sadie cried and cried and cried half the way home. And then cried some more once we got home. I cried on the inside.
Let's just say the trip there was much more pleasant than the trip home. A good indication that we had WAY too much fun!
I CAN Can
I knew I could do it. I mean canning runs deep into my veins. It would have been oh so much better with my mom and Nana by my side (no offense ladies) because I had so many questions running through my mind. And for some reason my memory fails me when it comes to the detailed steps of processing. But I do remember the smell of pears permeating the entire house, the lulling sound of bottles in the hot water bath on the stove and Nana's stories as I sat mesmorized by her constant peeling.We started with about 80 pounds of pears. Wow, that was a lot of work. Then convincing ourselves that the blanching of peaches rather than tedious peeling of pears and adding a few more eager canners into the mix would improve our efficiency we tackled about 140 pounds of peaches. Are you tired yet?
Lessons learned:
1) Do not can if you think you are saving money by doing so. Sorry, but after you add up jars, sugar, fruit, lemon juice (not to even mention TIME) you are much better off taking a little trip to costco.
2) Is it worth it? Totally! Grocery store canned fruit is nastiness. Plus there is a lovely sense of accomplishment and provident living that comes along with each bottle.
3) It does get easier. You do get faster. The jars get prettier. And friendships become stronger.
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