Thursday, August 30, 2012


Right now I feel like a salmon. I feel driven to swim uphill in a world where people say swim down. But swimming down just isn't right. I need to go against the current on this one.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012


Operation Birthday Party was a success. It was last minute, free, and she still had a blast. Thank heavens! She'd already had so many birthday celebrations this year, but hadn't had any with her friends. I knew what she really needed was a huge play date. So I kept it pretty simple. Which, for me, is a BIG DEAL! We made crystal candy rings, drank lots of punch, read a few stories, and then I let the kids just use their imagination. The girls ended up going one way, the boys another, but hey, they were having fun. Except one girl. Her mom says she was probably tired. I'm thinking she was just really bored. Either way, I think she's more of a one-on-one friend, anyway, so the number of people didn't entice her.

I meant to get pictures. I forgot. Sorry. After so many posts of no pictures, people are going to stop reading!

Tuesday, August 28, 2012


My nerves are catching back up to me. One thing I'd say about the type of person I have been this past year is that it's uber easy to stress me out. It doesn't seem to take much. Ninety percent of it is worry, so I should just let it go, right?

If someone knows how, let me know.

I'm worried about my ex right now. I'm worried about the lack of desire I have for a little girl's birthday party today, when she needs it. I'm worried about school. I'm worried that my daughter's separation anxiety has come back in full force.

And my house needs cleaned and I don't want to do it, and that always stresses me out.

So today, I'm going to stop dwelling on all the things I'm worried and frustrated about, and go show my little girl I love her by throwing her a super-duper party, even though I don't feel like it.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Family Fun

Sorry no pictures. I didn't have my phone this weekend. And as I don't have a camera any more (mine is broken, so my sister gave me one... and no one knows where the power cord is) that makes for a pictureless weekend. I'll try to bum some off of my sister-in-law, but I think the only pic she took was of her huge fish.

My father-in-law is a big outdoorsman, as are his sons, so at least once a year we try to squeeze in a camping/fishing trip. This year we headed over to Hidden Lake.

It. Was. Cold.

Okay, not that cold, as long as we're not talking about the hours between 6 pm and 8 am. It was actually pretty perfect the rest of the time.

And the total fish count? 1. And it was caught on accident. My sister-in-law had a huge tangle in her line, so they cut it and were in the process of unstringing it from her pole, when they got a bite. They had to reel the silly fish in by hand!

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Teeth, Toes and Eyes

We've been doing all of the back to school doctor visits at our house in between canning sessions. We're happy to report that there are no cavities this time around. That's great news. We're still trying to convince this child to lose some teeth before all the rest grow in behind them, but hey, no cavities.

As far as eyes go, guess who's getting reading glasses!?! She's pretty excites, but in a coy quiet way. Aka "hey, Mom, are my glasses in yet? Will they be in soon?" it's really a mild prescription. The doc left it up to us whether to get them or not, and since she struggles to enjoy reading, we decided to take the help. She picked out a pretty cute pair, and I can't wait to see how things change when she's got them at her disposal. I had to have glasses at this age, too, for exactly the same reason, so I guess she really did get my eyes.

And last and farthest from least, guess who has a date with the podiatrist? Not me. She's 7. We actually stumped the doc on this one. Her toenails are growing into her toes, but it's not what they term ingrown. It's different. So we'll hear from the specialist any day now to set up an appointment.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Salsa season

In an effort to keep up the good blogging work (tongue in cheek), I will attempt to blog something every day.  Just to form a habit. We'll see if this magical feat is possible, won't we? I'll apologize in advance if I get too overwhelmed again.

Yesterday was an intense day for me. Salsa. Why does it seem like canning season always makes the stress levels go up? I think it has something to do with the precise timelines things have to be done in. And it doesn't help that it's usually all mass-produced. you never hear of someone canning 2 bottles of peaches. it's usually something closer to 20 pounds!

My salsa has taken 20 lbs of tomatoes so far, and I bet I have another 10 lbs, but maybe only 5. I'm hoping only 5, because I've already used 8 lbs of peppers and only have 2 lbs left. I've also whittled 4 lbs of onions out of my garden!

In case you were needing a recipe, I came across this one last year and LOVE it. I made 12 jars last year, and we went through it WAY too fast. I figured, one jar a month, that's plenty. But it's just SOOO good! I am using it again this year (doubling from last year), and still love it. My love for it is 2-fold. First of all, because you bake the tomatoes, not boil them. Seriously, that trick makes it an instant favorite. Genius! This lady should go down in history as the smartest salsa-maker ever! No more watery salsa! Even with very juicy tomatoes (which is what I am using this year).

The icing on the cake is that it uses lime juice instead of lemon. I'm not a lime-and-spicy kind of person, so I was hesitant, but it's an amazing difference. It goes from regular Joe-Shmoe salsa to yummy with a kick. In my case, a big kick. we only use about 1/2 lb of mild tomatoes, then a whole lb of the mediums, followed by a 1/2 lb of the good and fiery varieties. that doesn't sound like too much spice, since there's still more mediums, but think of how little the big-ticket peppers are. A 1/2 lb of those tiny things is actually pretty intense. My cousin came over yesterday and his eyes were watering from the first bite. My eyes have been watering all day, what do I care!?! The onions are pretty potent when they haven't chilled before you cut them. And I kept getting whiffs of peppers up my nose every time I opened the chopper.

I ended up forgetting I had a meeting in the evening, or more like forgetting that it was Thursday and not Wednesday (seriously, where did that whole day go? I swear time just vanishes when you've got to hurry to get the canning done), so I had to rush, unshowered (gross, sorry). You never realize how much canning stinks until you are no longer in the canning environment and have to smell yourself! Gag! But oh, how glorious is a shower when you're done for the day. And then you open up the bathroom door and realize it'll be weeks before that smell is out of your house. At least it's a food smell. Could be worse.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Big decisions

So... I'm still alive. In case you were worried.

This poor blog has been haunting me, lately. I REALLY miss blogging, but I'm not quite sure where the balance is yet. In the past few months, I've discovered a ton about myself, and some of it's still kind of raw. And some of it involves other people, and I have no right to share it publicly. I'm not quite sure what you can share in the name of semi-anonymity and still be okay. Especially when it involves family.

And then there's some big decisions I've made in the past few months. I'm not quite sure all of my "readers" will agree with the changes.

Ambiguous enough yet? ;c)

See, we've decided to home school this year. Or, to put it correctly, I have decided, my daughter jumped for joy, and my husband was patiently talked into the idea (truth be told, he has yet to actually say yes, but he has let me buy the materials and he talks like it's happening. He even corrects me when I say "IF we home school," instead of "when." We'll say it's consent by silence).

My ex said yes, and then no. The lawyer says do it anyway.

My father-in-law is now consistently telling me I'm about to ruin my child and have no right teaching, and instead I should go out and get a job. At least when he says anything about it. We actually have a "don't talk about what we don't agree on," sort of relationship. It works well for us.

My mother keeps sending me ideas she heard about hearing about. My sister's relieved I'm paving the way.

I haven't dared mention it to the teachers in the family yet. Except one, and I stuck my foot in my mouth on that occasion. She probably thinks I'm going to ruin my kid, too. But she was home schooled, so there's hope she understands. There's a rather opinionated teacher on Ranger's side of the family, and we see her all the time. I'm terrified of the day she finds out...

And both of my best friends are totally supportive and have decided to home school with me.

But deciding to have an alternate norm is kind of a big deal. Stepping outside the status-quo and finally saying "I am not okay with normal; actually I have not been okay with normal for a very long time." is kind of a big scary deal. Did I mention I grow my own food and have a year's supply of it in my basement? Yeah, I'm expecting the government on my doorstep any day now. I'll feed them a meal full of real ingredients, show them that my seven year old is in third grade math and writes in cursive, and hope that's enough to convince them I'm sane. Or at least a safe crazy.