Roses and rocks

  Glorious weather today – so I did the housework that HAD to be done, and I went outside and finished the little rock rose garden around the greenhouse. I pulled stones from one of the few walls around here that Mr. Type A hasn’t had redone (I know it’s driving him batty, this one unfinished wall…. but I love it as is..SO!)….

I planted some impatiens here because it gets shade for half the day.

  The spacing along this side of the greenhouse is less than perfect because last year we stuck the remaining peonies that we hadn’t killed (poor placement) here just to get them through the winter.  They are so happy here I dont’ want to move them, so this is their permanent ‘hood. 

Grape tomatoes and pepper plants ….
do we DARE put them out?

Three days of rain in the forecast…
I’m soaking up the sun today..
as are the boyz….

Unrelated… another blogger reported that her child is graduating from
8th grade this year… however if I understood it correctly…
the school chooses to call it a “moving on” ceremony
because they don’t want kids to think a GRADUATION
means they can go ahead and quit now if they want to…
and not wait until 12th grade when it is appropriate to use the term
“graduation”. 
Are you kidding me??
Am I the only one who thinks we’re getting a little too sensitive
for our own good lately?… I mean, really?
Although she was trying to be diplomatic, 
I think the particular blogger feels the same way. 
Just sayin.

Leap Year Baby

It’s an actual birthday for My Hero this year!
A few of his favorite things…
You know, I tried calling this young woman, the italian model in
this years superbowl Fiat commercial that Mike is still talking about
.. I  had a simple request, really… would she visit and sing “Happy Birthday Mr. President”
 while he blew out  the candles on his oreo cookie birthday cake. 
Her people didn’t call my people back, but it’s the thought that counts, right?
 Happy REAL birthday, Mike.
May we share many  more….
Oh, and the only thing you’re getting from the above images is the cake.
Just sayin.
xo 

I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours – Part 2

   I showed you my refrigerator the other day, and I spoke of making some changes to my diet for better health.  I also admitted there has been plenty of junk food consumption over the years…we are equal opportunity eaters, if you will.  Slowly I am making changes to my diet and that of my family so that we are eating less processed foods, more whole foods, swapping poor diet choices for healthier alternatives.  Doing this post was not meant to critique what we all have in our refrigerators. It was a fun way to look at our perks and quirks in the fridge.

 I  did not say, we don’t eat any junk ever.  I am not a fanatic.  I am a realist.  I have a teenager and a young adult living in this house and a husband who loves his meat and potatoes, butter, bread, condiments,  etc.  We are not all going to convert to whole-organic-pure food only.  This is a process, steps taken toward better living, better health.

Last night I read a comment from Anonymous.  Why is it  that whenever someone wants to critique, they cloak themselves under Anonymous?  It’s not really a question, I already know the answer.

 Dear Anonymous… I appreciate your comment, actually…  it’s useful information.  Being a critic without putting your name to it, though… is off-putting.   Just saying.

Anonymous said… “Your food choices are bewildering. On the one hand there is organic whole milk, eggs, clementines, and raw probiotics but that’s as far as the real food goes. Then you have chocolate milk, processed juice, cream cheese (which is not real), rolls of some kind under-pressure, and condiments with sugar/salt galore. Your body must be so confused and inflamed. BTW that earth balance isn’t real food either, better to use real butter sparingly. Sorry for the critique but you opened up your frig, brave woman. “

That being said…. I thank you all for participating.  I love this post, you have all braved  exposing what is definitely a personal item in our homes.  I love hearing that you have a two pepsi a day habit, even tho you are a thin, health conscious runner!  And that I see just as many condiments in your fridges as I do mine.  One of you has a frig dedicated to sausage making from various meats and you relish it! (literally!) …. and I like hearing what you are doing to fuel your body with healthy stuff too.  It gives me ideas, and it makes us all realize how much more alike we are than our differences.  Commeradery, there it is.

  This is life, this is us, thanks for sharing.
Since our daughter’s competition was last week, she can eat ‘normally’ for the next two weeks before going back to her training diet. In the fridge, we have a strange blending of our food, her training diet and not-training diet food … so we have everything from milk and coffee creamer, to beer and a couple of half bottles of wine, containers of home-cooked dog food and fresh salsa, lunchmeat, homemade soup, three dozen-and-a-half cartons of eggs (training food), and way more condiments than we use. This is an eye-opening exercise, and I plan to clean out the fridge and get it more organized as soon as I have another cup of coffee.  – Connie
 Me:  (Glad to see I’m not the only one with more than two mustards on the shelf  – I had four. Why? I have no idea.)  
Mary’s Refrigerator

Our new motto is “eat fresh, eat local, eat better, eat less and live longer.” We been trying to shop the local farmers markets whenever possible. We’ve just about eliminated butter and white flour from our diets by opting for olive oil and wheat products as better choices. We are also watching sugar intake. For example, did you know that 10 grams of sugar, which seemed low is actually equal to 2+ teaspoons of sugar? That’s high when you consider the American Heart Association recommends that women have no more than 6 teaspoons a day, for men it’s 9 teaspoons – and I don’t believe those numbers consider diabetics. So it’s making us read our labels – closely!  We’ve recently decided to try to eliminate as many canned goods as possible too by opting for glass, mainly because of the cancer causing seepage from the linings of the cans. Thus, this summer I’ll be a “canning queen,” especially when it comes to tomatoes & peaches!

We have our vices too!! LOL!!!
It usually involves a sweet treat at night or sometimes a glass of wine (for me) LOL!!!
That’s how we’re rolling in 2012!!!

Deb’s Refrigerator –
Me: Deb! we love Maries dressing and A-1 Steak sauce too!  
Sorry, Anonymous.  
Patti’s refrigerator –  Okay, you begged and pleaded, here my 1950ish refrigerator with 50 pounds of venison/pork sausage which will be turned into beautiful smoked sausage. It will be stuffed into casings on Wednesday and smoked for about 8 to 9 hours.  Wish you were here to taste it!!!
Me:  Patti – we’ll all be over on Thursday around 4, ok?
Lisa’s refrigerator –
 Disclaimer: I did not clean or organize my fridge in any way. What you see is….real. Eek!

I eat pretty much whatever I want, but when possible I buy light versions (sour cream, cream cheese, milk). I try to limit the amount of processed foods we use, but I won’t lie – we do use them. You’ll note that the veggie drawer has celery, carrots, grapes and broccoli which are all staples in our house. A large assortment of cheeses in the cheese/meat drawer. We only buy organic milk (it’s the only food I’m a real stickler about for organic). The eggs are actually all from our hens – they have started laying again so we have a surplus! In fact, the big bowl you see on the top shelf is full of hard boiled eggs, which we eat as snacks a lot. The boys love them. You’ll see lots of tupperwares in our fridge at all times, because I cook full dinners. One of the tupperwares is full of barbecue chicken – from one of our chickens that I cooked last week. The other is full of homemade mac and cheese. And Pierce’s lunch is prepped and in his lunch box to the left (behind which are some of our home canned pickles and salsa). And to the bottom right – our grass fed organic beef cow arrived yesterday – we got 56 pounds! So I’m defrosting the first batch and toying with the idea of a casserole involving tomatoes, beef, cheese, green peppers and corn chips crumbled on top. The blue pitcher in the back just has ice cold water.
We also have a Soda Stream and make some of our own sodas – lately I’ve been liking their green tea.
You may also note my vice…..Diet Pepsi/Diet Coke. I can’t quite break the habit of 2 a day. Nobody’s perfect! Especially not me!
 

Me:  Lisa, I like you even more now that I know of your diet soda habit.
and oooh, how I’d love that casserole recipe!
 

 
 
 
 
 

Jeanne’s refrigerator…
Me: LOVE THE COKE, JEANNE!   My favorite!!  Reminds me of my grandmother’s house many years ago, and is great for a yucky tummy.
 
 

Ok, so what I’ve noticed….  We all seem to try to balance the good with the mediocre food stuff with the evil. I see lots of fruits and veggies, we all have condiment issues, I’d say we’re all doing a decent job with the balancing act.  Are we fanatics? Hell no.  Is that necessary?  Everything in moderation sounds reasonable.  We each have individual needs, deficiencies, health concerns and goals.  Our refrigerators reflect that, don’t ya think?  
 

Thank you for getting naked here at This Old House.
  I always appreciate the effort 🙂

…Really?

  Bobby Brown  leaves the funeral of his ex wife and mother of his child because his “entourage” of nine is asked to move to seating not reserved for family.  Instead of complying and showing some level of respect for his dead ex, who it is said he introduced to the world of drugs and in fact the family still harbors resentment for his early starring role in her drug habit….. instead… he leaves the funeral ..and his daughter.. behind. Ofcourse, the media grabbed on to that little nugget right after the services and ran with it.

   Bobby, this time, pal… you shoulda sucked it up.  At the very least, your “entourage” should have insisted you stay and waited politely for  you back at the ranch.     Just sayin.

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Dirt

Some of you might remember the Chicken Sh*t saga.
This fall we finally spread the last of it, then regraded the entire field behind the
horse barn, and left a big pile of the extra dirt from the regrade
on the edge of the field to ferment futher.
We fortified the soil in the field with lime too, for better quality hay growth this coming season.
Valentines Day was spent redistributing the extra dirt,
with a hired dump truck  to haul it to another farm that is using it to dry out their fields.

Since I don’t run with the big dogs when they’re digging in the dirt,
I wandered off to the old bottle dump behind the farm with my camera.
  Back at the house, I noticed such rich purple/gold hues in my chocolate coral bell patches…
during a normal winter season these would be crispy brown leaves under snow.

If you’re still with me here, I forgot to announce the winner of the Peanut Butter coupons from
Peanut Butter and Company –  Tgannon!!   He’s already been notified.
Thank you for all your kind words on yesterday’s post regarding the many 
different views of Love.  It was so much fun.
And just so ya know, often I try to reply to a comment left here,
so many of you say such nice things or ask a question.
But there are still quite a few readers who have that function turned off,
so I can’t reply.  If you wish to change that… here’s how.

My Whole foods love/hate relationship

 Today I dragged the husband to the Whole Foods store closest to us, about 40 minutes away in West Hartford.  I love the store and I don’t.. so much.  What I love?… great produce, healthy meats, all the gluten-free stuff I could possibly be looking for, and a great lunch bar if I’m so inclined.  Lots of flowers and chocolate and natural soaps too.  What I don’t like?  The drive. The prices.  And the general population in that store seems a little…. ooooh, how can I remain politicaly correct here…. snobby

Why is that?  well… quite a few customers appear to be in the upper tax brackets, and yes, I’m judging by the cover of those books…and the type of cars out in the parking lot too.  Does that have something to do with it?  I suppose not fair to say.  But I don’t see ANYONE who looks like they  might be struggling financially in that store…again, judging a book by it’s cover, the shame of it.  

Something’s not right with this system tho. Good quality produce, clean, antibiotic and pesticide, gluton, dairy or soy free foods should be affordable and available to everyone, no?  I’m sure the superfood gurus have a list of reasons why it’s more expensive to provide CLEAN food to consumers.  It just seems like it shouldn’t be.  There is LESS stuff in that food, not more. The reason so many low income families eat crappy food is because quite frankly it’s AFFORDABLE.  They should have better choices.

Anyway.. the husband wasn’t impressed.  After we left the store he said…… “you can get all this same stuff at our grocery store, just not as many OPTIONS.  AND.. you are a sucker for eye candy… and there’s lot of it here.    Well, I beg to differ just a little, but truth be told, he’s atleast partially correct.  Ask me how glad I was that I didn’t cave to the eye candy on this particular day, huh?

Now Trader Joe’s is a whole nother barrel of apples… would you call it the discount version of Whole Foods?    I’m curious… if you’ve had experience with either, what’s your opinion?

T’is the Season through your eyes…

Quiet Reflections of the season  ~ There’s a bit of melancholy in the holiday season for me, but it’s also filled with bursts of joy, and the quiet contentment I find in simple things that gladden my heart. Candlelight is one of the things that warms my heart.                                                       
  Kate Young ~  chronicles of a country girl

My fondest Christmas memories are when we would travel to my grandparent’s house in Greensboro, NC to stay with them through Christmas. We didn’t go every year, but when we did it was great. I would walk in the house and go straight to the kitchen where I would find Christmas tins filled with home baked cookies. Some in the traditional sugar cookies made with cookie cutters and sprinkles and some other varieties, too. My grandmother was a teacher of first graders. She taught for 35 years before she retired. When I was young and her school was not out for Christmas break yet I got to go with her to school and spend the day in her class. I had to do the lessons just like all the other kids, but I loved it. Of course, I had the big head thinking that the other kid’s teacher was my grandmother. I will never ever forget her letting me go to work with her.

Kim ~  http://savvysouthernstyle.blogspot.com/

Christmas Magic
Sue at Beach Bungalow       http://sue-beachbungalow.blogspot.com/

Nancy  ~  A Rural Journal

December 1952

I am actually holding a doll that belonged to my older brother, Wesley. It’s name is Patti, and that is what they named me. Mother still has this doll, however my brother is no longer with us.
Patti – Osage Bluff Quilter

 Happiness is….
There’s no rhyme or reason why this picture is my favorite today.
 It makes me smile and want to go hug my grandpup.

“Taking a break from wood-chopping”

Sandy at Aging Disgracefully
Tradition – Family Portrait on Christmas Day

 I choose this picture because these two silly little ornaments mean so much to me. The angel was made for us over 30 years ago by our niece. We didn’t have children but my sister selflessly shared hers with us, this little angel is on my tree every year. The trailer park ornament was given to me by my dear friend of 27 years who passed away this summer. We travel and live in our motor coach most of the time, so we jokingly call ourselves trailer trash. I must have cried buckets today as I put all the ornaments she has sent to us over the years, on the tree. To me this is what Christmas is, family and friends.
 Joyce Ann –  http://joyceagray.blogspot.com/

Christmas in Florida! …Santa on the Rainbow River.

 “And the stockings were hung…”      I don’t know how I found the time to stitch four such intricate stockings… one for each son. The smaller ones behind the stitched ones are for the boys respective pets. And the blue store bought one is for the new daughter-in-law….it’s too bad for her that my stitching days are over!! 🙂                                                             Grace ~   http://www.newsfromthehill.com/

*Letter for Santa *
Kathryn at Take my Breath Away –   http://www.jemsmom.blogspot.com/

“Missing you, dad”                                                                           Sheryl ~   ain’t for city gals…..

I was thinking  last night while watching my favorite Christmas tv program,  the Andy Griffith show “A Christmas story ” … what I love about Christmas is the great food, the look in your kids face Christmas morning, being with 60 family members Christmas eve night, and being at moms for christmas morning breakfast!  Merry Christmas to you –                  Andy – http://thelittlewhitehouse-andy.blogspot.com/ 

This  is my Scottish grandmother’s Christmas pudding recipe. Passed down to her from her mum. This was taped inside a very old cookbook that was passed on to me! It is really yummy. A traditional Xmas
pudding.  May your holiday be merry and bright! 
Deborah ~   http://fashionplate-hungryforstyle.blogspot.com/

Lynn ~ I love to decorate my house with both real and artifical greenery –

First white Christmas in 60 years!
Andy ~  thelittewhitehouse-andy.blogspot.com

When Vivika, a local quilt artist who I befriended during my Artisan Gallery days, commented on my DMV Pen post yesterday, I asked her if she had seen the pen machines when she was there.   This is her response, reposted with permission.   I had to laugh, but can you IMAGINE?

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Yes, the pen machine is there, and it was almost empty on my trip. The full day went like this:

12:15 Arrive and slide through the front door into a sardine can of people (Hamden was closed, so they all went to Old Saybrook). It was impossible to tell where the lines began.


12:30 Found the right line. Whew! Realize there are no forms, start to leave, nice lady gives us one. Score one for humanity.


3:10 Reach the front of the line and talk to DMV… finally. We watched handicapped, old and relatively young people nearly collapse from standing in line with no fresh air on a 90 degree day.


3:12 Get picture taken, sit in one open seat and wait for test. Watch the tattoo parade.


3:15 Doors are locked so no one else can get in. Man with the electronic ankle bracelet unwraps his legs from his girlfriend and takes his drivers test. New reality show is born.


4:15 Grace goes into room to take test. Airconditioning finally starts working.


4:16 People who arrived at 3:15 go in room to take test. I hate them! However, they exit first and stomp out of the DMV with no permit in hand. Score one for karma.


4:48 Grace leaves DMV with newly minted permission from the state of Connecticut to dent our cars and add $2000/year to our insurance policy…


It was a red letter day!

Vivika Hansen DeNegre
http://vdenegrequilts.blogspot.com/
http://theprayerflagproject.blogspot.com/

Things that make me angry

  Why is it still acceptable to sell goldfish at fairs/carnivals?  The kind where they are hanging around in either a big tank with a gazillion fish that are all struggling to breathe, or they are in individual baggies.  How many of those fish are gonna live beyond the rest of the weekend?  If you’re thinking… hey, it’s just a fish…. apparently you’re not alone.  And I think it’s really sad that so many of us still condone this practice.

  My son came home from the Guilford Fair last night with a fish in a cup.  Yes, a cup…the paper soda kind.   Apparently a family had won the fish, and the bag began leaking as they were getting in their car.  They decided to throw the bag with the fish on the ground outside the car and depart.   My son and his friends were standing nearby waiting for their ride, so they scooped up the fish-in-the-bag and dumped him in an empty soda cup.     

 The only thing we have at home is a goldfish bowl that used to house a beta.  So here he sits, looking very lonely and unhappy in such small confines.  I don’t blame him.  Not sure how long he’ll last, but atleast he is not embedded in a tire tread in a now empty grass lot. 

  When will we regard ALL living things as something to be respected?  When will we all give a damn enough so that this stupid stuff doesn’t happen?  It’s not just the idea of the fish… we all know it goes way beyond that.