Wednesday, April 28, 2010

dinner be damned

Wondering where I've been?  "Somewhere near the cool shadows of the laundry room. Past the litter box and between the plastic yard toys."  
If you must know, my parents have been visiting and I have been taking advantage of the built-in babysitters.  Although the back of the bottle gives a pretty good description of our basement laundry room, minus the litter box:

"Somewhere near the cool shadows of the laundry room.  Past the litter box and between the plastic yard toys. This is your time. Time to enjoy a moment to yourself.  A moment without the madness. The dishes can wait.  Dinner be damned. Mad Housewife Merlot."

I guess here is where I admit we pick our wine purely by label.  Like red truck or red bicyclette.
Thank goodness we came across this one, or who knows what our next label may have been? "Red RV" perhaps?  Forgive me, that was lame.  

Anyhow, my hired help has left me, so I am back to the deep, dark recesses of the laundry room, doing the dishes, and damning dinner all to myself again.

p.s.  My mother laughed when she read the line, "Dinner be damned."  She said, "Ha! That's you!"  Not sure how I should take that. 
p.p.s.  The boys got their truck.  Sally cried, but quickly got over it.  
p.p.p.s.  Please note, I have not yet tried Mad Housewife Merlot. I am still admiring it's cool packaging.  So please do not consider this a recommendation.  (Nor do I recommend hiding in the laundry room with a bottle.)

Monday, April 19, 2010

this made me smile

Maybe he was onto something with the baseballs:

                                                                          Photo from Blondie 'N' SC

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Right Now

  • I am in awe of my oldest and her nurturing ways with the youngest.  I fully expected jealousy from this one, but instead I get help and understanding when she needs to wait on me while I tend to #3.   
  • Daddy is pushing BIG TIME to get a truck- because "every family needs a truck."   So of course, the boy is all about wanting a truck too.  I, on the other hand, am not so quick to want to run out and get one.  We already have two perfectly good vehicles.  To which the boy said, "We can just yard sale the blue car."   
  • The boy has a really cute barn jacket I purchased on sale in Gymboree, if that gives you any idea how absolutely cute it is.  Anyway, for some reason, he thinks it's "puffy," and doesn't like wearing it.   Yesterday he advised, "We should have a yard sale for that puffy jacket."  Yes. I agree. A yard sale, for that puffy jacket alone. 
  •  I am starting to recognize the influence my tastes have on the youngest.  This week she declared Oreos to be her favorite cookies. Not only was I impressed she said the word "favorite," but I am immensely proud of her wise choice.    
  • I have to admit, when certain songs come on the car radio, I turn up the volume and I sing. I also have to admit, these days I like country music. (Where I grew up, one does not publicly admit to such a thing.)  Anyway, this song gets the kids moving every time:       I usually catch #2 in the rear view mirror playing air guitar and snapping his fingers. #3 bops her head and kicks her feet. Only now she is starting to sing the words!  At first she would just sing the chicken fried part.  Today she starting singing, "Friday night!!!"  Then- it happened- she expanded "Friday night" to "BEER on a Friday night!"  Hysterical, but worrysome.  
  • While we are on the topic of the Zac Brown Band,  this is one of those songs I wish had been written for me (by my husband, of course):
  • I am contemplating a complete switch to Mint Milanos and classical music.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Sunday Drive

This past weekend we loaded up the kids and took them for a drive.  Outlet shopping, IHOP, and some antiquing too! Can't get a much better day than that!  This is something we don't do very often because the ducklings usually don't have the patience for an entire day of shopping.
My husband was awesome. He dealt with the kids so I could look around and try on clothes. Not much luck in that department, but that's okay. It was nice just hanging out as a family, and having someone with me to give an opinion.

We left the outlets by lunchtime. The kids were arguing trying to decide on Burger King or McDonald's for lunch, when we spotted an IHOP! Problem solved.  I think the lunch break was the perfect way to get us through the next few hours.  We headed to a couple of our favorite antique stores. The littlest bug had fallen asleep, and the two oldest were distracted by all the pebbles in the parking lot, so my husband and I took turns going in and looking around. 
We parked right in front of these old double wash basins:
The one on the right would look great with a fresh coat of blue paint. I would take either one, but  I fell in love with the one on the left.  Wouldn't it be perfect for beer and soda at our next  backyard gathering?  I had looked at these before, but I have never seen one in such good shape.  I told my husband I would host parties more often if we had this ;)   I even swore I would clean up our dungeon in the basement laundry room to find a place for it in between parties. Wouldn't it look great in a bright laundry room with bead board walls?  

I just may have to go back for it.  If it's not there, then it wasn't meant to be.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Pigeon Carrier

  A couple of weeks ago, I found this neat basket in a local antique shop.  The nice thing about this particular shop is that they carry large quantities of each item. So if you find something you like, you have your pick of the pile.  I actually went in there looking for a dough bowl, but this basket caught my eye because it was all alone, kind of left in a weird spot.  It didn't have a tag on it, so I took it to the salesman and asked three questions:  What was this used for?   How much does it cost?   Do you have any more I can look at?  No, this was the last one. The price was okay. He thinks it was used as a pigeon carrier.

   Hmm.  My first thought had been an artillery basket, but then I realized it was probably too small.  I think he was right.  I don't know about you, but I can't say I'm a fan of pigeons.  The nice gentleman must have sensed I was turned off by his description, so he continued.  I have to give him credit- he certainly knew how to put a good spin on it. Yes, World War I, maybe World War II, France, definitely France. (Isn't that what every housewife wants to hear? An old basket from France!!! Oh, I must have it! ;)  Anyhow, he went on to explain how people would ride their bicycles with their pigeons in the basket on the front.

It needed some cleaning up, but I really wanted it, and I abandoned the idea of a dough bowl for now.

Garden Visit

Yes, another garden post. This time of year, the yard changes so quickly, I just want to capture it all. Remember the budding flowers from a few days ago?  My husband has already given the children permission to pick them!

  I've discovered I like taking pictures of flowers. They are not moving targets like my children.  They are, however, fleeting. As quickly as these flowers bloom, they seem to disappear.

I can't wait for the azaleas to bloom.  Unfortunately, they don't last more than a couple of weeks. Then we can look forward to the black-eyed susans.