Archive | January, 2012

Jars and Socks and Lids – part two.

January 31, 2012

6 Comments

Jars and Socks and Lids - part two.

So, you’ve seen the jar with the sock, yes? Well, Marisa mentioned the Cuppow in the comments, and I was familiar with it from her website and others and was curious about it. It is very ingenious – it is a reusable lid that you use with a canning jar ring to turn your jar […]

Continue reading...

Jars and Socks – part one

January 30, 2012

12 Comments

Jars and Socks - part one

I’m having a Smartwool sock crisis. I love those socks so, so much, but after a few years of wearing, they are starting to come apart. Like Brad, my toes wear through, and I’m also starting to blow out the heel on a few pairs. It pains me to get rid of them, partly due […]

Continue reading...

Great Danger

January 29, 2012

6 Comments

Great Danger

We went to the Gebhardts on Sunday afternoon so the gamers could get their fix, and Deborah and I had some good chat time. Her genius idea was to walk with the kids over to the elementary school’s playground. “Everybody needs recess time,” is an excellent life motto. They had a blast. There are many […]

Continue reading...

Thanks, Peggy!

January 28, 2012

7 Comments

Thanks, Peggy!

This week I got a mysterious package in the mail from Peggy! It was a mailing tube full of…… pasta! Woo-hoo! (Beth, there’s a box for you, too.) It’s the cool pasta that is made with Jerusalem artichoke flour that Peggy talked about back when I was experimenting with the spaghetti squash. It’s fascinating! I […]

Continue reading...

This is a test

January 28, 2012

9 Comments

Lauren’s mom just called. She didn’t see a new post for the first time in something like 5 years and I think she thought that we were dead. This is a little test post to see if I transferred things over correctly and to let people know that Lauren isn’t dead. If you notice anything […]

Continue reading...

The internet ate my post.

January 26, 2012

10 Comments

The internet ate my post.

Here’s what I was going to post before it evaporated: You know you’re well on your way to the nuthouse when you’re mixing chocolate pudding while woefully singing “It’s My Party And I’ll Cry If I Want To” at the top of your lungs in an operatic voice. Another sign is that your husband is […]

Continue reading...