2011 February

Riding on the Lawn Mower

27 February 2011

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Look who had fun last weekend!

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20 February 2011

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Do you wash the dinner dishes every night before going to bed?

Yes, every night. (36%, 5 Votes)
Yes, a majority of the time. (36%, 5 Votes)
No, most of the time we don't. (29%, 4 Votes)
No, we almost never do. (0%, 0 Votes)

Total Voters: 14

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I drank the best orange juice I have ever tasted on valentine’s day. It was freshly squeezed. Sweet. Not too pulpy. Not so acidic it burned my throat. It was our breakfast date at The Buffalo Grill. But it was so good because it was freshly made.

A few days earlier our power was out at five pm and it was already below freezing. Not wanting to stay in our freezing house overnight with our baby if we could avoid it, we went to a friend’s house and the happened to have enough dinner to share. They were making chicken Parmesan with risotto and salad. It was so good. And this wasn’t chicken Parmesan from a McCormick seasoning packet with jarred tomato sauce like I have made it before. It was simple. Healthy. Some tomatoes and real parmesan cheese. Salad dressing from scratch.

I think it is beginning to become a good idea to me that I learn to cook more and make things that are better for us and therefore will probably be better tasting. I will let you know how this works out.

Birdies

18 February 2011

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Today E and I went and met our Granny Nena for lunch and some shopping at Hobby Lobby. We came with a sweet utensil caddy and these little guys:

“Fun”

16 February 2011

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I just had a realization. It started with the thought of going to target. The I thought I could get one of those personal pan pizzas and an icee for my lunch. Ooooh I thought, that would be a fun outing for the day. And then it hit me. Why can’t “fun” be staying home and eating leftovers with my precious six month old daughter? Not spending money on unhealthy food and tempting me to spend my birthday money at target on something. Not too long ago when I was teaching, I relished the thought of just staying home. I was so terrified that I would have a baby and then have no choice but to put him or her in daycare and go to school. Not that that choice isn’t okay, I was just afraid I wouldn’t have the option and I would be brokenhearted. I need to look at every day as such great fun and a God given gift that I am doing what I wanted to do. My “fun” needs to be redefined. And the new definition doesn’t have to include junk food, excessive shopping, or spending money.