I meant to post this summer. I really did. I made interesting foods that I wanted to post about and also went to interesting places that I wanted to talk about. Like when I went to the zoo and saw a giraffe kick an ostrich. Literally. Or when I made homemade noodles for the first time because I overspent on our grocery budget at Costco and couldn’t buy noodles. Who doesn’t overspend at Costco anyways? Oh, by the way, the Guy and I made a lot of dumplings. And it was fun! And I’ve been reading a lot of books, and I thought about writing book reviews too, but never did. Anyways. Part of the reason that I haven’t posted either is because I’ve had something on my mind a whole lot and I didn’t really know what to say about it or how about to talk about it:
I have a tapeworm and it looks like an alien.
Last week I made a chicken pot pie because I was craving chicken pot pie. I’d never made it before, although I did make a meat pie once because I had a lot of leftover pie crust from a cherry pie that turned out to be very small because we didn’t pick enough cherries. Also, it was my first time making a fruit pie, and I didn’t realize how much sugar needed to go into the pie so it was a very tart mini cherry pie.
Anyways. I made chicken pot pie.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever written about my Sizzix. It turns out I have. Here and here.
It’s been a while since I’ve written consistently, and it’s been even longer since I first started the blog and so it seems that I have not been able to retain the topic of every single post that I’ve written. I wonder why that is. Besides, there are numerous other things that have happened that I haven’t written about that I did want to write about but after the moment passes (or weeks or months, in my case) it seems rather irrelevant to write about something that happened oh-so-way back ago. Whew. That was a mouthful.
Anyways, this post is about my Sizzix.
It’s all rumbly and tumbly outside. And I think it’s going to be storming. Like my belly when it’s hungry. Speaking of which, my zombie stomach hasn’t really been acting up lately. I wonder if someone else has gotten ahold of it and is babysitting it for me. Well, that’s not true. I still occasionally have a voracious appetite that cannot seem to be be quelled. But enough about my zombie stomach, because this post is really about Maude.
Although, I think the rain will do my garden some good. I haven’t been good about watering it recently because I keep hoping it’ll rain so I won’t have to pull the hose out and then put it back. The hose and I aren’t friends. We often fight, and the hose wins. And then the Guy has to step in and intervene.
Hmm. Now it’s blustery outside too. I feel bad for the mailman whom I just saw outside the window.
Anyways, back to Maude.
Bugs really like me. And I don’t mean the pretty ones like butterflies and… I’m not sure what other pretty bugs there are out there–but I mean the mean ones that bite. Continue reading
Sheri, Sheri, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
Hmm. I just looked up the original nursery rhyme and the context is supposedly religious history in England! I like.
“Welcome back to me, welcome back to me, welcome back to me, welcome back to me.” ~Sung to the tune of “Happy Birthday.” Continue reading