Category: Misc.

While spending the morning canning, I came to my email and found a dozen emails voicing concern because my blog won’t allow comments. to the very best of my VERY limited HTML experience, I’ve tried to fix it and can’t…. So it’s up to my super hero- CHW… (Da da da daaaa)

Hang tight… :)

I know, I know… I promised pink photos… and I had the best of intentions. My excuse, however flimsy, is that I’ve been in the kitchen making apple sauce, apple butter, boiling chickens and am now making an apple pie…

All of which, by some stretch of the imagination, are a bit pink…

Monday: Chicken Fajitas with peppers, onions, zucchini, mushrooms and avacado

Tuesday: home made chicken and wild rice soup, fresh Asiago bread

Wednesday: BFD (Breakfast for dinner) Scrambled egg and sausage skillet, fresh biscuits

Thursday: home made chicken pot pie, salad

Friday: DDD (Daddy does dinner) BMGO (because mommy’s going out!)

Saturday: Fondue dinner party for friend’s birthday… (Another Mommy’s out night. WOO!)

I’ve been telling everyone, for weeks, that once I got past the 23rd, I could resume my previously scheduled life…

By everyone, I mean everyone…

– The postal woman who stacks my mail faithfully, in my broken doored box.

– Friends who’ve grown weary of calling.

– My daily planner, which holds my school schedule, word deadlines and chicken scratches.

– my dogs, who miss walks.

– my laundry- who sadly miss being regularly clean and folded.

– my fridge- the up & Coming science experiment…

I meant it too.

And then yesterday was overwhelmingly chaotic and migraine filled. And today… Oh today. Today was our first day back at home-school co-op and there aren’t words to how un-ok that was… I was, however, so incredibly lucky to spend the afternoon with my very beautiful friend and her amazingly entertaining daughter. That was lovely.

Here’s the really weird thing though-

My dreams…

This week I am dreaming like a pregnant woman on hallucinogenics and I don’t know why. I’ve always been prone to vivid dreams, but these- these take the cake. And the dreams- which leave me waking to deep confusion and odd feelings I can’t seem to shake as random snippets of the fore mentioned dreams lash out at me throughout my day- they began Tuesday night. The night proceeding what was to be my “new attempt at a less chaos filled routine.”

odd right?

Tuesday night’s dreams centered around an ex-boyfriend whom we shall not name. Instead we shall catagorize him via his car. Black Mustang… BIZZARE dream involving loads of bright colors, off-the-wall sounds and really unlikely events accompanied by really unbloggable detail.

Wednesday night’s dreams completely revolved around an ex-boyfriend who shall ALSO not be named, but shall be referred to as his car. Blue Camero… Stranger dreams about him becoming my dependent and me having to care for him. Graphic medically toned conversations occurred about how he was no longer able to have a sex life due to a strange accident which left him senseless. Note: these conversations were overheard- by me- while scrubbing his nursing home kitchen. The person he was talking to? my sympathetic husband… All while we were trying to determine his sponge bath schedule and how I would deliver dinner to him every night.

So strange… Sometimes dreams are dreams. Sometimes dreams are the deeper us, trying to convey a message. All in all, i am sitting back and scratching my head, which questions: What the heck??? So, in an effort to quell my confusion, I will send you over the the DMM where Jen has posted my list. Typically I don’t fawn all over celebrity guys but I was feeling pretty much 15 (apparently) a couple of months ago when I emailed her my list… Not a bad way to end a week, I guess… :)

Don’t forget to enter my September Giveaway if you have’t already. Deadline is Monday…

Also, check out the Pink Season post and get involved…

Saturday I am hosting a baby shower for my dear friend Denae. I’ve found that I have a tendency to plan things. A lot. Chw would call it over doing… Here’s the thing though, I’m a gift giver and so I think the two sort of go hand in hand. When your love expression is gifts, than planning a party for someone falls under the same umbrella, doesn’t it?

I have been consistently busy working on a part of her gift, homemade decorations and the party favors.

The shower is also a light brunch, which I’m excited about because the days are cooling and, with fall in the air, I love to be in my kitchen.

However… I have a headache. A bad one. Some would even classify it as a migraine, though I’ve had worse.

I was working on the said gift, this evening, and listening to the Indie band Negative Space. The track is called Honestly, and the chorus basically says “honestly, you can trust me” several times. Little miss crafty, (Aka Genny) pipes up and asks if she can go down stairs in the kitchen. She has both a theft and an honesty issue and so I sort of chuckled and said no. Apparently thinking I am the dumbest person on the planet, in her most sincere of voices she says: “Honestly, you can trust me.”
Ha…