My Sister Said…

…I should just chuck this calla and start over. But LM gave it to me for Christmas (he ordered it from Smith and Hawken, the delivery was a nightmare (I had to meet the FedEx guy in the next town up late one night because it had to be signed for and couldn’t be left at the door…) and it was in BAD shape when we finally got it home (although I wasn’t allowed to actually SEE it, I had to wait until Christmas morning). I have done my best to keep it alive (put it in special soil, ensured it had good drainage, gave it lots of sunlight) but all the leaves except one recently died off. I moved it out to the deck to get all the sunshine it can and still be protected from the wind and rain.

The one last leaf looked to be alive so I tried to be optimistic.

Then last week I noticed one little green shoot coming up.

Then a couple days ago, I noticed another one.

And last night I noticed a fourth.

I wouldn’t want to proclaim it resurrected just yet, but suffice it to say, LM is much happier with me now than he was before.

Perhaps this is why my sister has absolutely NO plants in her house and I have, well, I have a lot.

Grow Calla Grow!!

The Last KICK'N

Last night was the last night for Kid In Charge of the Kitchen Night (KICK’N). Jacob is supposed to cook dinner once a week, but it probably only happens once or twice a month (often times I just let him off the hook so he can go play, sometimes homework just runs too late). I’ll give him the summer off since he’ll be off to grandparent’s homes and summer camp and whatnot.

Last night’s menu:

Hamburger Casserole
Corn on the Cob
Fruit Salad

Recipe for Hamburger Casserole:

1-2 pounds cooked lean ground beef
2/3 can stewed Italian style tomatoes, drained
mushrooms
green pepper
2 cups 2% mozzerella cheese
sprinkle parmesean cheese

Layer ground beef, tomatoes and vegetables in bottom of glass baking dish (a pie plate also works well). Cover with cheeses. Bake for 30 minutes or until cheese is slightly golden. Serves 4 (or two with leftovers for lunches!)


Yes, we ate at the coffee table. We were in the middle of a heated Yahtzee! tournament and wanted to eat and play.

Suffice it to say, the meal was DELISH!, the cook was praised, the tourny was a success and another fun Monday night was had at the EJ household! Boy, am I going to miss this kid this summer!

Mother Nature Says So

This is really for Newly:

I was enjoying my deck this morning (read that: emptying all the saucers full of rain water from the storms last night, trying not to douse my downstairs neighbor) and I noticed a pair of robins who came to visit me. It’s rare that robins come to the deck (they are ground feeders – not so many worms up on the second floor) but here they were all full of cheer and song.

As I watched, the Mrs. would have a few words with the Mister and off he would fly. Pretty soon he would return and stuff a little morsel of something down her throat and IMMEDIATELY she would start chattering at him. He would fly up to perch on one of my hanging rods, wipe his beak and fly off again. Repeat.

It didn’t take me long to translate the conversation and I wanted to make sure you (and all other pregnant women out there) realize what she was saying.

“Worms?! The best you can do is WORMS?! I’m not in the mood for worms! They make me nauseous. Did you forget abou that nearly puking thing I did when we flew to the birch tree yesterday? You know I need crickets! And what is this tiny little bite thing? I’m eating for five for crying out loud! It’s not like I can just fly all around in my condition and find myself some crickets! The least you can do is bring me a little something to eat. After all, it is your fault that I’m even IN this condition to begin with!”

So, Newly, the next time you crave something (like Thousand Island dressing?!) do not feel guilty for sending the Mister out to fetch it for you.

Mother Nature says it’s okay.

Update: It took my dear friend Stacy to tell me this isn’t a Mrs. Robin but a fledgling (apparently the spots should have given it away). Shows how much I know about birds, huh? So really Dad (or Mom) was getting chewed out by the kid. Yeah, that sounds about right, too.

Cities of the Plain – McCarthy

I said I wasn’t going to read it. I lied. I just can’t NOT finish a trilogy. Besides, it said it brought the two main characters together from the first two novels. Surely that would make for a good novel.

I should have stuck with my gut. I actually finished Cities of the Plain a week ago or so, but it was so incredibly forgettable that I didn’t write a review. I’ll just say this:

I didn’t like the third any more than the second and it was only for love of the first that I even finished the trilogy at all. Maybe I am just too set on finding redemption where there isn’t any, or finding hope when all is lost, or believing that all of Mexico just cannot be evil…

I’ll just suffice it to say that All the Pretty Horses was a good book, a good movie (in my opinion) and the rest need to just sit on the shelves and collect dust.

Contents

I promised I would do this (although I’m a day late, sorry Jules). Katrina and Jules already showed the world what they carry around every day and now here’s my big revelation. Not nearly as exciting as theirs, I promise you.
Without further adieu, here are the contents of my “pocketbook” as I’ve learned to call it out here on the East Coast…
My pocketbook. Critical features? Small, over-the-shoulder style, black. Two small pockets on the inside. One zippered that holds a spare house and car key and one not-zippered that currently holds nothing at all. Thing I don’t like about it? It’s not heavy enough to actually STAY on my shoulder. Or maybe my right shoulder is as defective as my left.
First of all note the blurriness. My camera seems to have issues focusing with the flash. Ugh.
The contents. No particular order, just everything shoved in.

Cell phone, small wallet, glasses, chapstick (that’s as much makeup as you’re ever going to see me toting around. Whatever I put on in five minutes or less in the morning is it for the day – perhaps reason #54 why I’m still single…), keys, pen, hair band, receipts for things I might want to return yet, bookmark and the long zippered pouch holds my money. Well, some of it. Let me explain.

The long zippered pouch (given to me for no apparent reason from a co-worker) holds my spending money. I get paid once a month, so at the start of the month, I divide my grocery (gas, and “extra”) money into four groups (with paperclips). The green paperclip is the money for the week I’m currently in. Right now, a week before payday, I have $30 in this wallet and that’s IT. Of course, the fridge is pretty full and the gas tank is half full, so we can get through the week just fine right now.

The little black wallet holds all kinds of things. Insurance cards, library card, SS card, Debit card, etc. In the top zippered part, I keep all the single dollar bills I receive in change. This money (along with some fives and tens I sometimes throw in) goes into a box for spending money on our vacation. There’s also a little side zipper part where I keep change. I NEVER give a clerk change. If the total is $3.17, I give $4. All the change I receive goes into a mason jar that goes back to church to give to the missionary families so they can buy Christmas presents. It’s May and our jar is already half full.

Last but not least, and again, blurry with no explanation, are my pictures of my boy. He is six in the picture on the left and nine in the picture on the right and I know that puts me two years behind, but hey! At least I have a photo of my kid on me! These were both taken on my dad’s boat in Tennessee. Too bad the kid doesn’t enjoy being captain, huh?

So, there you have it. Exciting, huh?

Now, for some Red Sox baseball.

(But first, to write a thank you for the interview I had yesterday. No great news there, but I’ll keep you posted, of course.)

Signs

“Mom? You know how Grandma Jenny’s favorite bird was the cardinal, and now that she’s in heaven, whenever we see a cardinal we think of Grandma Jenny?”

“Yes…”

“Well, what do you think Scout’s favorite animal was?”

“LM, I think Scout loved birds as much as your Grandma Jenny did.”

“Mom? Do you think Scout had a favorite bird?”

“I think Scout’s only preference in birds was the bigger the better!”

“So if we see an ostrich on the balcony, we should take that as a sign of Scout?”

“LM, if we see an ostrich on the balcony, we should take that as a sign from God himself!!”

According to George

“Hey, George? In your ant farm, do you ever see little parts of ants in any of the tunnels? Like a leg here, a head there? LM seems to have ant parts in his some of his tunnels.”

“No, Aunt Fred. I don’t have any ant parts.”

“Hmm…I wonder what’s wrong with LM’s ants…”

“I think it’s maybe that the ants are making their tunnels to small, OR, that the ant parts aren’t sticking together like they should.”

(I wonder if you can use Gorilla Glue to keep an ant’s legs attached.)

“George? How many tunnels have your ants made?”

“Let me count. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6….7….8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13…”

“Wow, George! That’s a lot of tunnels!”

“…14, 15, 16…17, 18…19…20, 21, 22, no, 21. No, 22. Wait.”

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13…14, 15, 16, 17…18, 19, 20, 21. Twenty-one.”

“No, 22. No, 21.”

(Julie thought he was counting how many ants there were in his farm. She laughed when she found out he was counting the tunnels. “Does one tunnel keep disappearing?”)

Oh, George, you are so good for my soul.

Friend

Last night, inexplicably and without warning, Scout died. I could write an entire post about how much I loved my cat and how shocked and upset I was last evening, but I won’t. For those of you who have loved a pet, you already understand. For those of you who aren’t animal lovers, there is nothing I can say that will help you understand.

What I want to write about this morning is about who I called first. In my panic, my unbelief at what had happened, while uncontrolably sobbing, I called J. “I need your help,” I sobbed. He was calm, he was understanding, he was reassuring. He would come immediately. “Don’t bring LM,” I said, “he doesn’t need to witness this.” In that breath and many to follow I was ever so grateful that last night LM had been with his dad. J said he would call the neighbor to come sit with LM and he’d be at my door in 25 minutes. Would I be okay until then? Yes, I sobbed.

I called my sister next and she talked to me and calmed me down. Always my best friend, she let me cry and sob and grieve and get my wits about me enough to deal with finding a towel and a box and moving Scout. She wished she were here, although we both knew that if we actually lived closer, I would have begged for Bear to come and deal with the problem for me, which I know, without a doubt he would have done. But it was my beloved cat, and I had to deal with her death.

When J arrived I apologized for making him come all the way out to help me. He told me that it was fine, that’s what he was there for. I said, “There is nothing in the divorce decree that says you have to come help me in my moments of crisis, it’s not what ex-husbands are supposed to do.” He said, “I’m not here as your ex-husband, I’m here as a friend. And this is what friends do.”

And he is so right.

Friends give you hugs and hold you while you cry. Friends remind you that you have gone through this before and that you will come out on the other side of it. Friends take the cardboard box you place in their arms and promise to never tell you what they do with it, but that they will handle your pretty little girl with the utmost care and respect. And friends allow you the time to think of how exactly you will tell LM on Sunday night when he comes home.

For all the struggles I have with him, for all the times I wish he would jump in feet first into LM’s life, J is a friend, and a good one indeed. While I do not understand why Scout had to suddenly leave me last night, if nothing else, I will never forget the friend who came to my door to help me deal with her death.

Thanks, J. You were my friend before you were my husband, and you have remained to be even after.

It's Easy To Go Green (really, Kermit!)

Having a DVR has afforded me the ability to watch shows at my leisure. It has also allowed me to be remarkably behind on celebrating events such as Earth Day. It was only just today that I finally watched the Oprah episode on going ‘green’. I don’t watch every Oprah episode, perhaps only one in ten, but often the ones that I do watch require me to take notes, especially this one! I thought I would share with all of my (six) readers some of the tips that were suggested on the show and ask for any and all comments about ways that you and your family are helping to save our environment. Whether you subscribe to the global warming warnings or not, saving our natural resources is a cause we can all stand behind.

1. Use reusable (organically made) grocery bags, including cloth produce bags.
2. Choose items at the grocery store with the least amount of extra packaging.
3. Buy recycled aluminum foil, toilet paper, tissues, paper towels, etc.
4. Use reusable water bottles made from recycled plastic or aluminum.
5. Visit www.greendimes.com where you can donate a dime a day to stop junk mail from coming to your home and have trees planted as well!
6. Stop using (or greatly limit your use of) paper napkins.
7. Don’t take a receipt at the ATM machine.
8. Use the same cup or glass all day long at home or at the office.
9. Buy clothes at resale shops. Never throw away clothes or shoes, donate or give them away.
10. Use Smart Power Strips – really turn things off when not in use.
11. Change lightbulbs to energy efficient compact fluorescent bulbs.
12. RECYCLE everything you can. Visit www.earth911.org to find out what is recyclable in your area.
13. Take extra styrofoam from packages or meat trays to a local packing place to reuse.
14. Don’t leave the water running while you shave or brush your teeth. Also, take shorter showers.
15. Wash clothes in cold water.
16. Trade your SUV for a hybrid.
17. Take your own coffee mug to the coffee shop each morning.
18. Keep your water heater on 120 degrees.
19. Put gaskets in your outlets on outside walls to help insulate.
20. Recaulk windows, add weather stripping to doors.
21. Keep thermostat at 78 degrees in the summer.
22. Visit www.americanforest.com. They will plant a tree for $1. (It takes four trees to replenish the air for what we take out of it every month.)
23. Buy eco-friendly, all-natural cleansers and products (New Wave, Seventh Generation, Meyers, Method, etc.)
24. Buy bio-degradable trash bags (and doggy bags!)

The amazing statistics that follow from each of us just doing one of these items, or just changing one lightbulb, or turning off one appliance are astounding. I am certain you all have some great tips to add, too!! I can’t wait to make some changes and to hear what ideas you all have!!

(First on my list is to purchase bio-degradable doggy bags. We’ve been using the leftover plastic grocery bags, but then we don’t recycle those, we put them in the trash. That’s HORRIBLE!!)

Um…

Office Manager comes over to my desk today. Talks with me about a template I was working on for her. Then hands me a box and asks me if I’d like this Pocket PC. It has a camera, color display, blahdayada… she doesn’t use it (it’s still in the box). The company bought it for her, but since she isn’t going to use it, she thought maybe I would like to.

She can tell I’m hesitant. She leaves it with me and says to think about it.

Kinda hard to accept a freebie of such value from the company when you’re sending out resumes over your lunch hour, huh?

(Don’t worry, I’m not keeping it. I’m just going to let it sit on my desk for the afternoon.)