Yesterday, Olivia finally cornered me long enough to teach her how to use the sewing machine she got for Christmas. Honestly, I can’t believe I put it off so long. What keeps us so busy?
How cute is it that she is biting her lip concentrating?
Note the stitch goes wide at the end. I had her do it over and over again working on keeping a straight line. She wanted to “make a blanket” after one try. My persistence takes some of the fun out of it. How do we balance having a good time with teaching her how to do it right? It’s a fine line for sure (and I’m too pushy and picky…just should have gone with her lead). Like I said the other day… my childhood is foggy. Do you suppose my mom was a perfectionist with me, too, or this is just how I am?
They put the seed racks near the entrance of the building for people like me. Really? Who knew I bought all this. I won’t even tell you what I just ordered. Note the pile of Zinnia packages on the left. Could fill the yard with just those. Seeds packets, planting, gardening… those are my addictions for sure….but I justify it with “I could have worse addictions and don’t”. :)
This is a box with horrible gardening notes from the last couple of years. Ug! Really…. I don’t know when I became like this, but I hate it.
I spread it all out. There are tags from perennials I am wondering if they survived the cold. Recipes that I like that should be in a recipe box. Maybe? Passwords to my kids’ online grades. Notebooks with dates of when I plant things. Several schedules of when things should be planted. A book mark from when Elijah was about six. There were phone cards, insurance cards…. so much stuff. OMG… if I died tomorrow I would be leaving my husband with an entertaining nightmare to go through. He’d be like…huh???
After looking in this box and sorting I spent too many hours deciding when I should plant things. Really? Shouldn’t I do this when it is –40* below outside? Yes, I should. So I gave up organizing, planted some cucumber seeds, transplanted more Impatiens and realized how far behind I really am.
Tonight’s dinner came from the Nome Centennial Cookbook. I used to hate to cook. Now I actually enjoy cooking, but hate my tiny kitchen (cue financial windfall…ya right!! LOL). I like to cook different things. I know we all have recipes we love and that taste good, but I would rather try a new one every night. Some are great, some leave us hungry, but life is too short to eat the same thing over and over and over.
So tonight we hate Beverly Morgan’s Cheese and Potato Casserole. Now I think Beverly is the grandmother of the Morgan that Homer used to race Iron Dog with who is the father of the guy who raced Iron Dog this year. And… I could be completely wrong, but Homer is in bed and I can’t ask him again. Aunt Sandy will have to verify!
I also made Cussy Reardon’s Meat Loaf. I met Cussy this summer…sadly at her grandson’s funeral. Cussy is my husband’s ex-wife’s half-sister’s mother. Big-small state we live in. (Big land; few people). This meatloaf was really good and my husband ate a lot… as in we have one slice left for a sandwich tomorrow. Get this…first time I’ve made meatloaf that had zero tomatoes or ketchup. Cool! (Meatloaf reminds me of “a poor man’s dinner” and I just love it).
The hubby and I kicked back and watched a couple of movies tonight from long ago. We watched Mystic Pizza from 1988 and another one from 1993. We had some good laughs. There was some kind of rap concert in town tonight. Nothing I would enjoy, but my boys wanted to go so Homer got them tickets ($50 a piece….ack!!). I know they had a great time.
Best thing about today…Olivia wore her pajamas all day because it is Spring Break. I don’t think she has ever done that. Wish we could take them on fun vacations as I know they would remember it forever, but with five still at home (and years worth of bills from raising eight) we probably won’t ever get vacations like some people, but we sure do have some awesome memories none-the-less.
Sooo…are you Irish or just use the “holiday” as an excuse to party?