Becoming Domestic…On Lists

Wow, second post up in less than a week.  I think I’ve found something.  Please feel free to stop by and visit, Becoming Domestic.

Pondering.

 

Not being asked for i.d. anymore when I stop to buy a couple bottles of wine makes me feel old.

But yet the grocery clerk confused me for one of the twenty-something  Americorps volunteers.

She must have just seen the t-shirt, jeans and ponytail.  She must not have looked close enough to see the new wrinkles on the face and the bits of gray in the hair.

I love the grocery clerk.

Rainy Day Doll Play

The Veggie Patch-Week Two

The seeds we planted two weeks ago are prospering quite well.  So well, in fact we may have to sow the little bit of a plot we’ve dug up so far to get the beans in to start teepeeing.  When I say we’ve dug up that means my grandfather of course.  Credit where credit is due and all.  I am planning on staking the beans and peas so that the vines will create a teepee for the girls to hide in.  We’ll see.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I went a little crazy at the library on Friday.  I went in for a cookbook and came out with this.  Can you tell I’ve had food on the mind?  

 

New Look

So I updated my page.  I think I like it and I think it’s going to stay.  The dark background really makes the pictures POP and yet I still get to keep with the earthy colors.  Plus I’m tired of doing the header battle.

So this week has been a bit out of sorts for me, how about you?  Something is seriously twisted around for me this week as I CANNOT seem to get it together.  I’m back to my favorite word this year:

Organizing.

Uggh, it’s such a horrible word.  I tend to just flow with what I’m feeling, but obviously, that isn’t working for me.  So breaking out the notepad, compiling lists and biting the bullet again. 

I’m debating on a haircut again too.  I do this when I get overwhelmed and tired of my old routine, I think about cutting it all off and everyone says NOOOOO. Just like they say DON”T START DYING IT! I’m not near gray yet, but it’s taking longer and longer in the bathroom plucking the gray’s out and everyone who says don’t dye it……dyes their hair, so I don’t know whether to trust them or not.

I swore I was going to age gracefully and wear my hair long and gray down the back.  Funny how things change when you are 37 and facing the collapse of your own body.

To top it all off, I came downstairs yesterday morning and offhandedly said, “I feel dumpy.  I think it’s time for a makeover”.  Not really to the girls in particuliar, just because being the only adult here, I tend to talk to myself sometimes.

Ems replies, ” I think so too Mommy.  Finally, something we agree on”.

Thanks Ems.

Wordless Wednesday: Dirty Girl Peers In

 

An Invitation

To spend 4th of July weekend with my Aunt Pat in West Virginia.  The girls and I are hopping up and down with joy and since I have that Friday off, we can sneak in a three-day weekend.

Here’s a glimpse of one of our last visits and you can see why we are so very excited.

that’s garden raiding, egg picking, newborn guinea holding, crawfish hunting, and kitten loving.

Centering

Have been finding her doing more and more of this lately and am proud that she is learning how to calm her mind and body as she takes so much after me.  A lesson.

 

Sowing The Seeds-One Week Later

 

 

The seedlings emerge.  Beautiful pale green heads peeking out.  A miracle in the smallest of proportions.

 

Family Night Bonus

On Thursday nights my parents come over.  I make a pot of tea and they usually bring dessert.  It’s really nice because usually by Thursday my nerves are about shot and my wits are at an obvious end. So that after they piggyback the girls up to their beds, I can go to bed and sigh knowing I only have one more crazy workday left to get through.

We were especially lucky tonight that the two objects of the girls utter devotion came tonight as well.  My brother Calum and his girlfriend Claire are home on break and came tonight causing much revelry and hilarity and a great night was had by all. Obviously.