I have the whole day free and need to figure out what to do. I only have laundry and continue to shovel the path to my oil valve. I can do laundry now, but shoveling has to wait until this afternoon when the snow has softened. I want to get outdoors and get physical activity. I will be taking the dog for a long walk later when it is warmer. I also want to get another bird seed brick shaped like a bell. What to do. What to do. Maybe I will just hang here for a bit.
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I have the whole day free and need to figure out what to do. I only have laundry and continue to shovel the path to my oil valve. I can do laundry now, but shoveling has to wait until this afternoon when the snow has softened. I want to get outdoors and get physical activity. I will be taking the dog for a long walk later when it is warmer. I also want to get another bird seed brick shaped like a bell. What to do. What to do. Maybe I will just hang here for a bit.
The canned ones. I baked them and DD didn't come out of her room sniffing and smiling. They should be sued for false advertising.
My boys used to love the canned ones.
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I was spoiled. Growing up, mom made them from scratch. She would let the dough rise Saturday afternoon, then roll them out and marinate them overnight in melted butter and brown sugar overnight. Bake them in the morning. OMG to die for!
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The canned ones. I baked them and DD didn't come out of her room sniffing and smiling. They should be sued for false advertising.
My boys used to love the canned ones.
flan
I was spoiled. Growing up, mom made them from scratch. She would let the dough rise Saturday afternoon, then roll them out and marinate them overnight in melted butter and brown sugar overnight. Bake them in the morning. OMG to die for!
We have gotten so incredibly spoiled not having school for two weeks. But we are in need of the routine. Glad they go back Monday.
The only thing I am doing to today is making the meal J requested last night. He is going to help.
And now, as I type, mom is putting a chicken on to cook. She doesn't want anything else but chicken and dumplins. But just this past weekend she didn't want chicken and dumplins when I was going to make it.
She can be so contrary. Oh well. She can make it. We can have the other tomorrow.
Now I don't know what to do today. I'm going to have to take up knitting again.
Hope everyone has a great day.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
We're not leaving the house. Too icy. Hot cocoa sounds good though.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Our Masonic Lodge/Eastern Star chapter had a combined rummage sale - advertised at 8-12 - we (the workers) got there at 7 to move the cra . . stuff! from the house to the tables in the yard. 7:05 we had the first of a horde of early-birds! I swear - the next time I help with a yard sale, I'm going to post signs: Early Birds pay a 20% premium!!!!!
Temp was 36 - overcast, dreary, scattered light showers - just enough to make it cold and miserable. And its too early for an adult libation. I think I'll cuddle up with DH in front of the fire.
Our Masonic Lodge/Eastern Star chapter had a combined rummage sale - advertised at 8-12 - we (the workers) got there at 7 to move the cra . . stuff! from the house to the tables in the yard. 7:05 we had the first of a horde of early-birds! I swear - the next time I help with a yard sale, I'm going to post signs: Early Birds pay a 20% premium!!!!!
Temp was 36 - overcast, dreary, scattered light showers - just enough to make it cold and miserable. And its too early for an adult libation. I think I'll cuddle up with DH in front of the fire.
Boo on that, Momala! It's Saturday! It's never too early on the weekend!
Our Masonic Lodge/Eastern Star chapter had a combined rummage sale - advertised at 8-12 - we (the workers) got there at 7 to move the cra . . stuff! from the house to the tables in the yard. 7:05 we had the first of a horde of early-birds! I swear - the next time I help with a yard sale, I'm going to post signs: Early Birds pay a 20% premium!!!!!
Temp was 36 - overcast, dreary, scattered light showers - just enough to make it cold and miserable. And its too early for an adult libation. I think I'll cuddle up with DH in front of the fire.
Boo on that, Momala! It's Saturday! It's never too early on the weekend!
Growing up we had a wood heater. At some point, dad put a blower on it. It would force the hot air out.
When my feet got cold, I would sit in the floor in front of it and put my feet inside the blower. it was heaven on earth.
Grandma would open the door on her wood heater and prop her feet on the edge of the opening.
She would sit there till her feet were so hot they would burn. A couple times, her house shoes actually caught fire. They got to where they would keep a bucket of water there for her to put her shoes in if the caught fire.
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LOL I don't want my feet on FIRE! But warm would be nice! I'm going to try making another loaf of gluten free bread this afternoon. Wish me luck. I've never had one turn out just right.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Growing up we had a wood heater. At some point, dad put a blower on it. It would force the hot air out.
When my feet got cold, I would sit in the floor in front of it and put my feet inside the blower. it was heaven on earth.
Grandma would open the door on her wood heater and prop her feet on the edge of the opening.
She would sit there till her feet were so hot they would burn. A couple times, her house shoes actually caught fire. They got to where they would keep a bucket of water there for her to put her shoes in if the caught fire.
My wood burning fire place has a blower on it. It cranks up the temp inside the house by a few degrees. Its heavenly and saves me a lot of $$$$ on heating oil.
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Ok I have shoveled a path halfway to the oil valve. I have about another 12 feet to go. I don't have stamina, if I did I would be done with it by now. But I have to do a few more feet today and finish up tomorrow. I am down to about 1/3 tank of oil so need to call Monday for a fill up.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
Growing up we had a wood heater. At some point, dad put a blower on it. It would force the hot air out.
When my feet got cold, I would sit in the floor in front of it and put my feet inside the blower. it was heaven on earth.
Grandma would open the door on her wood heater and prop her feet on the edge of the opening.
She would sit there till her feet were so hot they would burn. A couple times, her house shoes actually caught fire. They got to where they would keep a bucket of water there for her to put her shoes in if the caught fire.
My wood burning fire place has a blower on it. It cranks up the temp inside the house by a few degrees. Its heavenly and saves me a lot of $$$$ on heating oil.
Wood heat is the warmest heat I know of.
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Umm no, two more storms predicted for this week! Albeit smaller, it will still be nasty. I FINISHED shoveling the path to the oil. Need to tamp the snow down though. Will do it tomorrow. Temps starting to drop. I feel as though I've been to the gym 3 times today!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
My back and arms will be sore tomorrow, but in a good way. Tomorrow I am doing some planting in doors of course! Getting ready for spring or whatever the season in April will be. Not sure yet.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
Growing up we had a wood heater. At some point, dad put a blower on it. It would force the hot air out.
When my feet got cold, I would sit in the floor in front of it and put my feet inside the blower. it was heaven on earth.
Grandma would open the door on her wood heater and prop her feet on the edge of the opening.
She would sit there till her feet were so hot they would burn. A couple times, her house shoes actually caught fire. They got to where they would keep a bucket of water there for her to put her shoes in if the caught fire.
My wood burning fire place has a blower on it. It cranks up the temp inside the house by a few degrees. Its heavenly and saves me a lot of $$$$ on heating oil.
Wood heat is the warmest heat I know of.
I like natural gas.
Wood heat, belongs outside, around the camp fire.
I wouldn't want to clean up the mess, that a wood fire causes.
My house smells like pot roast, fresh bread, and ginger cookies.
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This probably belongs on the vent thread but I don't want to hunt it down. There are some people I really want to kill. Honest to god. Not an exaggeration. DH and I used to be friends with this couple. He stays FB friends with them but that's all. I have their 19 year old son on my page. So the 19 year old posted that he is considering suicide. I really want to kill both his parents. When he was 16 his mom started having an affair with a guy at work. Not her first affair by any means. Every time she had an affair the father would just drink it away. Finally she left him for the latest fling. Now let's get this straight, they were both equally to blame for the failure of this marriage. But the mom took off and moved to Idaho. Within months she was pregnant and by the time another year passed she had two kids under the age of one. Her "new" family. He never gets to see his mom and then he has to share her with this jealous new husband and a bunch of babies. Mom tells him the failing marriage was all her exes fault and bad mouths the ex constantly. Dad does the same and continues to drink. The poor kid is a mess. These "adults" have messed him up big time.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
This probably belongs on the vent thread but I don't want to hunt it down. There are some people I really want to kill. Honest to god. Not an exaggeration. DH and I used to be friends with this couple. He stays FB friends with them but that's all. I have their 19 year old son on my page. So the 19 year old posted that he is considering suicide. I really want to kill both his parents. When he was 16 his mom started having an affair with a guy at work. Not her first affair by any means. Every time she had an affair the father would just drink it away. Finally she left him for the latest fling. Now let's get this straight, they were both equally to blame for the failure of this marriage. But the mom took off and moved to Idaho. Within months she was pregnant and by the time another year passed she had two kids under the age of one. Her "new" family. He never gets to see his mom and then he has to share her with this jealous new husband and a bunch of babies. Mom tells him the failing marriage was all her exes fault and bad mouths the ex constantly. Dad does the same and continues to drink. The poor kid is a mess. These "adults" have messed him up big time.Tj
I know. I really want to just knock the ever loving mess out of all of them. They're all so freaking selfish and uncaring. Of course, they see it different.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
This probably belongs on the vent thread but I don't want to hunt it down. There are some people I really want to kill. Honest to god. Not an exaggeration. DH and I used to be friends with this couple. He stays FB friends with them but that's all. I have their 19 year old son on my page. So the 19 year old posted that he is considering suicide. I really want to kill both his parents. When he was 16 his mom started having an affair with a guy at work. Not her first affair by any means. Every time she had an affair the father would just drink it away. Finally she left him for the latest fling. Now let's get this straight, they were both equally to blame for the failure of this marriage. But the mom took off and moved to Idaho. Within months she was pregnant and by the time another year passed she had two kids under the age of one. Her "new" family. He never gets to see his mom and then he has to share her with this jealous new husband and a bunch of babies. Mom tells him the failing marriage was all her exes fault and bad mouths the ex constantly. Dad does the same and continues to drink. The poor kid is a mess. These "adults" have messed him up big time.
And SHE and her b/f are big into S&M. 50 shades of grey is tame for them. At one point he installed chains on their bedroom walls. The son hated going over there because he could hear the chains. I had to stop hanging out with them because she liked for him to bruise her. I couldn't stomach it. She bought her 19 year old son tickets to 50 shades of grey. Really?
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
She's trying to get her son into the S&M lifestyle.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
The whole situation is so sick and twisted and disgusting in so many ways. That stupid father needs to sober up and be a father. And the mother needs to admit how she screwed up instead of saying the ex FORCED her to cheat. I get so sick of hearing that. You did it because you wanted to do it. Just say it. The poor kid is in the middle.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
My heart just breaks for this kid. And yes, he's still a kid. He has no idea what a normal relationship is like.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Once Upon A Time. It's not so bad now that I have started it from the beginning.
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This is the same reason women from abused families choose abusive men. We lead by example.
Yep.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou