We have two cats. They’ve each had re-occurring guest appearances here before but what about what these cats eat? This is a food blog for crying out loud!
Until recently, our cats subsisted on dry cat food alone. About a thousand years ago we would give them canned cat food sometimes as a “treat” – but after going vegetarian I suddenly took issue with meat in cans, cat food included.
Thus, due in part to my new vegetarian dogmas, I stopped buying canned cat food.
This spring I had a fellow Stay-At-Home(schooling)-Mom friend propose an idea to me that she called Tribe. Basically, the idea was that we’d pack up our respective broods and head on over to someone’s house one day each week to spend a few hours getting some real work done. Painting, cleaning, cooking, organizing, gardening, yard work – whatever anyone needed to get done, we’d get it done.
If I ever want something to NOT happen, all I have to do is blog about it and that will most surely put an end to any big plans I had.
Don’t believe me? Allow me to demonstrate.
Yeah, that didn’t happen. (Maybe in the spring.)
We caved about a month later. (Still no cable though!)
The marathon that I spent all summer training for?
Yup, that’s right. I had to bail. A now resolved but still unexpected crisis unfortunately brought my marathon plans to a grinding halt. (Definitely bummed, but there’s always next year.)
Item #177 on my list of Things That Make My Heart Leap Into My Throat:
That would be the 24th mile marker of the Rochester Marathon that is now three weeks away. THREE! WEEKS! Seeing that freshly spray painted “24” on the marathon course during a bike ride today made me gasp and cover my mouth with my hand whilst laying my other arm across my forehead before pretending to faint.
Holy. Crap. They have marked the miles for the race. We are that close.
I looked at the calendar just now and realized that four years ago today, I quit my day job.
With one month to go until the impending arrival of Thing 2,
I swapped out dress slacks and make up and opted for dress up and make believe.
This is the longest job I’ve ever held.
It’s been the most challenging.
But it’s also been the most rewarding.
Some days start out easy.
Some days start out rough.
A month or so ago I stumbled upon a blog post about kids learning to ride a bike without pedals or training wheels. The basic idea is that without having to worry about pedaling, they can focus first on getting the hang of balancing on two wheels first. They can just sit on the bike seat with their feet on the ground, move their feet and walk. They’ll eventually start coasting along, balancing with the security and knowledge that they can easily catch themselves if they start to tip. Once they have the balance thing down, it’s much easier to then get the hanging pedaling – instead of doing it the other way around like you do with training wheels.
The time period of our lives before now will be referred to as “Before the Haircut”. The time period from this point forward will be referred to as “After the Haircut”.
A couple of weeks ago Maxine decided to cut her own hair.
Notice the missing bangs and partial mullet on the left side of her head?
When I asked her Why On Earth Would You Do Such a Thing? she responded that she wanted her hair to look like Ava’s American Girl doll “Elizabet”.
So I’ve got a couple of note worthy new house “firsts” to mention today.
1. Run the recycling bin out the curb barefoot and in my too-thin-for-29-degrees pajamas at 7:35 AM
Oh sure, I’ve done this plenty of times before at the old house, but yesterday was the first time I did this at our new house.
It’s a classic tale really, it goes a little something like this:
So admittedly, I’ve been doing very little cooking in recent weeks, this last week in particular. I feel like I’m just now getting my bearings in this new kitchen. I’ve been busy finding a place for everything, trying to figure out what’s going to work, what’s not, what I need and what I don’t, what can be donated, thrown away or put into storage to be dug out as needed all while wondering where the hell all this crap came from in the first place.
More Mama’s Weeds
