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hiking and a wedding

This was the very first time that we left when we said we were going to leave. 9:00am. On the dot. Never mind that we had to turn around after 5 minutes, because I forgot my ds’ inhaler.

But yes, it was a successful hiking adventure.  We also forgot the hiking stroller (but didn’t turn around for that), yet it wasn’t a problem at all.

Then, we found a really cool sculpture garden.

Next, we went to lunch.

And then, to a wedding reception.

The kids had fun on the dock.

and then they terrorized the bride and groom.

So you can imagine how tired they were (especially after all of the jellybeans and sugar sodas)

(that’s my ds sleeping cozily with his orange soda)

Spring has officially sprung.

The tulips are sprouting!!!

Nature is amazing, isn’t it?

collections & confessions.

Normally, I find blog giveaways totally obnoxious.  But then when I saw dottie angel’s give away for one of her wall hangings, and all I had to do was tell her about my collection(s), I hopped on that band wagon.

And then I went about my house, looking for collections.  And what I found, dear readers, is that I may border on being a hoarder.  No seriously, I have collections I didn’t even know I had.  Like, pillows and rugs and bjork cds and bed spreads and sign language books and frames and yarn and children and dogs and unfinished house projects.

But my most favorite of all?  I have two!

My star collection, which I inherited from my late aunt Franny and have added on

and my camera collection, which is partly from my aunt Franny, partly from my dh’s grandfather, and partly from me.  It’s small, but impressive.

Sadly, I didn’t win, but I did come away with a newfound perspective; that I am a collector of collections.  And that collections are not always intentional.

Anyway, I have a confession.  Actually, a few confessions.  First, I went shopping.  Second, I didn’t buy clothes.  I went to H&M, Urban Outfitters, Kohls, and Target.  I perused the clothing and walked right on out.  Aren’t you supremely proud of me?  That’s, like, totally, where I shop.  Well, and Old Navy.  I don’t dare step in there!!!  So, I haven’t bought any new clothes for approximately 58 days.  And I’m going batty, people, just batty.  My final confession is that I bought a NEW shower curtain.  I totally justified it, because my old shower curtain had a stain and I didn’t want to buy a used shower curtain, because, well, I get the heebies thinking about that shower curtain clinging to the previous owner whilst in the shower, buck naked, and ew I don’t want to go there.  So, yes, I am wholeheartedly sticking to my handmade/recycled/reused pledge, with the exception of a brand new shower curtain.

But, alas, do not fret.  I had an idea to make up for it.  I took the old shower curtain and handmade it into a shawl, which turned out a bit bulky, and so I draped it over my dd’s shelf.  Um, shabby chic anyone?

I just cut off the length I wanted, hemmed it a bit, and added a bunch of vintage lace from my stash.

So, see, all is good in the world again.  🙂

I better get back to knitting, I bought a promotional spot on etsy for tomorrow.  eek, I hope it goes well!!

But before I go, here are some photos of my darlin’s:

p.s. that’s my dh with his mozzarella cheese.  He’s alll about the cheese.

xxxoooo, mwah,

momma

fresh salad.

tomato. basil. cucumber.

All from THE garden.

added vinegar, olive oil, and a bit of kosher salt.

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My biggest tomato harvest thus far

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Art cars.

We went to the museum today and they had a “make your own art car” activity.  This was the inspiration:

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I think art cars are totally tripindicular and if I was brave, I’d do it, too.  (even though I do have this creepy memory of mr. camera van from back in the day when I gave him (the photo guy) props on all his cameras attached to his van.  He said they were all taking pictures of unsuspecting lurkers and then he wanted my digits and I obliged but when he called me I gagged myself with a spoon. Like, errrr.)

Here’s the final creations by my artist kids:

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(ETA: http://www.flickr.com/photos/laughingsquid/1646129424/in/photostream/ (camera van and guy) (not my pictures))

Ant invasion.

I was having one of those mornings.  You know, it started out with my dog waking me up around 4 in the mornin’.  Hello, does he not know I need my beauty sleep? (just kidding) Then, when I finally do wake up (at 6:30 in the mornin’ – hellooo, this is what happens when you have kids!), my husband asks me if the kids spilled anything on the side steps.  Um, not that I can remember, I reply.  He says, “well, there are so many ants out there I can’t even see the steps.”  What?!  I had to see for myself and when I did, I went into panic mode.  I grabbed the vinegar (my only defense) and just poured and poured.  Ants went everywhere and then there was that sour vinegar smell (and that did not make my husband happy, oh no).  “That’ll get rid of ’em,” I said.  ‘Oh yeah, right!” He torted back.  Okay, so I guess he was right.  They popped right back on up like nothing ever happened.  Although I do think some of them washed away with the fluid, not necessarily because it was vinegar.  Who Knows.  What I did know was that I needed something more potent.  and I hate to admit it, because I don’t like using chemicals as much as the  next person, but I went to home depot and got me some ANT KILLER.  Yup.  I went in there all distraught, looking for revenge on those tiny invaders that are eating away at the foundation of my house (well, I’m not sure, but I’m guessing).  I must have been a sight, with my cart on high speed and me whizzing around the corners and then BAM I collided with a cart that was being pushed by a guy with Down Syndrome and he says, “Oh, our carts just kissed.”  I giggled and walked away with the biggest smile; I might have blushed.  It made my day.  I forgot about the ants, but only for a millisecond.  When I got home, I saw that the ants had slowly been dying off, or perhaps they were hiding.  I couldn’t take any chances so I poured the entire bottle of ant killer in between the cracks of my steps.  “Suckers, don’t come ’round here no more.”  Now, I just think my day started out all crappy, but it sure was nice to have shared a little cart kissing in the middle of my meltdown.  I’m all better now, but here’s a photo…maybe you can tell me – are they carpenter ants or not?

*This is after the vinegar, but before the ant killer: (so you shoulda seen it before the vinegar.  Too bad I was in panic mode and didn’t think to take a picture)

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