This blog vividly explains how I forget my own personal motto: You can do it all, you just cannot do it all at once. I write about kids, parenting, chickens, urban farming, food, wine, politics and anything else that strikes my fancy or ticks me off.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Today is National Girl Scout Cookie Day
I saw on the morning news today that we are celebrating Girl Scout Cookie Day today. The CEO of Girl Scouts, Anna Maria Chávez, called it a "girl entrepreneurial" program. She also called it a "parent-supported" program which allowed girls to grow as individuals. Not sure what world Ms Chávez is living in today, but that is not my experience.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Honey Lavender Frozen Greek Yogurt
Happy National Frozen Yogurt Day! I love making homemade frozen ice cream or yogurt. It is a snap to do and the taste is so much better. You will need to invest in an ice cream maker, but you don't need to spend a lot of money on it. I have this Cuisnart model which runs about $50 on Amazon and I've had it for years. KitchenAid also has an attachment that can be used in their stand mixers that has a 2 qt capacity which I am also thinking about getting as the capacity is greater than my Cuisinart. First world problems, but worth it considering given how tasty this recipe is!
Friday, January 18, 2013
Greek Skillet Lasagne Supper for These Cold Days
Monday, January 14, 2013
I Blinked and He Was Gone
Whenever I walk by or glance at my mailbox, I still feel nauseous eight years later. I remember the rock by the mail box post that he used to love to stand on because he loved the feeling of almost falling, of losing his balance. I removed the rock not only because it attracted him to that spot, but because it made me physically ill just looking at it.
Last month was the eight year anniversary marking the day my son missed being hit by a lawn maintenance truck by mere inches.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
June, It is Time to Hand in Your White Trash Card
Who would have thought that a mother from McIntyre, Georgia would show more common sense and better parenting skills than a more educated and affluent mother from Long Island?
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
You Know It is Bad When I Feel Bad for the Prostitute
My husband and I have invested in a couple apartments in an up and coming neighborhood in an adjacent city. By up and coming, I mean it is a place where the recent college graduates come to live because the rents are cheaper, there are fun bars and great restaurants that aren't expensive. A fair number of divorced dads live here too while their ex-wives and children live in a much nicer town just a mile or two down the road.
Around the corner from one of our units has been this Asian 'massage' parlor. We've owned the unit for six years now and that business has been there long before we purchased our unit. This area has a few of these establishments. They have always ticked me off as they are in eye sight of an elementary school and surrounded by residential areas. Bring the whole tone of the neighborhood down. From a financial perspective, it turns off tenants too. But really, it makes me furious little elementary school kids have to walk by this business to go to school each day.
Around the corner from one of our units has been this Asian 'massage' parlor. We've owned the unit for six years now and that business has been there long before we purchased our unit. This area has a few of these establishments. They have always ticked me off as they are in eye sight of an elementary school and surrounded by residential areas. Bring the whole tone of the neighborhood down. From a financial perspective, it turns off tenants too. But really, it makes me furious little elementary school kids have to walk by this business to go to school each day.
Labels:
gender inequality,
law,
police,
prostitution,
rant,
unfair
Thursday, January 3, 2013
How I Got to Be Two Goats Away From Crazy
My sisters Maribeth and Jennifer, along with my two nieces and nephew, paid our family a visit after we started our adventure in raising chickens. Everyone was enthralled with my built-in petting zoo, especially the kids who were all under seven years of age. Each day, the kids would chase around our ten week old baby chickens and discover some of their free-range hiding spots. One afternoon of some particularly fun times of chicken hide and seek, we ran inside to get some lemonade when disaster struck.
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