Playing Hide & Seek … With Your Gardening Tools
by Gina Valley
This is the time of year when so many of us are busy sprucing up our gardens. It is invaluable to have the right tools. I recently came upon a supposedly helpful list of twenty-seven essential items to assemble prior to beginning to revitalize one’s garden for spring. That’s right – TWENTY-SEVEN!
It’s different when I get sick. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m the mom or because I’m the primary caregiver or because I have the bad timing to take ill when the planets are aligned funny. But, whatever the cause, it’s different. Definitely different.
When one of my pack gets sick, I take his temperature and bring him juice.
How To Make Ice Cubes – An Old Family Recipe
by Gina Valley
Like most people with a refrigerator with a built-in automatic ice maker, our automatic ice maker is beyond repair. So, we’ve had to revert to making ice cubes the old-fashioned way. And, by “we” I, of course, mean “me.”
I decided I better write down the recipe for this old family favorite after my husband,
I appreciate the fact that one of you was conscientious enough to toss the rotten mayonnaise into the kitchen trashcan.
In the past I have found that you tend to allow rotten things to continue to ferment buried on the counter, hidden in the cupboard, or lost deep in the fridge until they are either able to speak or run about unaided.
Isn’t it funny how the little things are really the big things?
We all have our silly little things that make us happy. We all wish we’d won that giant national lottery this week, but we’d be pretty thrilled to find $20 in our jeans pocket while we’re doing the laundry. Personally, I’d be even more thrilled to find someone else haddone the laundry. They can even keep the $20.
Recently a friend of mine and I were discussing our differences in, shall we say, “vocabulary selection.” I tend to use little “pepper” in my day-to-day conversation, whereas he, as he quite freely pointed out, tends to have what he referred to as a “potty mouth.” Well, actually, he used a more specific adjective, but you get the idea.
I did not rise before my children Thursday morning, which is normally my plan of attack. I overslept until 6:30AM, when I was awoken by my youngest, to find that I was surrounded by six of my young pack members. They, then, proceeded to hurl the following questions at me in the following order in rapid fire fashion:
What would happen if you were surrounded by a metal shield and lightening hit it?