putting it gently

Pic and I both had cereal for lunch today. Pic poured herself some Cheerios and I asked her where she found the box (that was not located in the cupboard). She responded, "I found it on top of the used-to-be-working microwave."

Perhaps it's time to get rid of that.

musical monday: a tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents

"Data Raps (Dan Bull Star Trek remix)"

overheard

At a program at the (fabulous!) library today, one of the kids in the audience was introducing himself: "My name's Drake! D-r-a-k-e," he spelled out.

"Oh, Drake. I don't know many Drakes," said one of the librarians.

"No! There's only one. There aren't Drakes!"

yes, it's spring

It might not feel like spring. It might be windy and cloudy, rainy, maybe snowy, but it's spring. And, I vowed to start spring cleaning two weeks ago. Okay, so I never refer to any of my cleaning as spring cleaning as I'm constantly freaking out about and trying to clear out the piles and piles of stuff that constantly threaten to overtake us.

So, my bathroom is somewhat, almost clean. Should it take what feels like all day to clean one small bathroom? (It didn't take nearly that long, but I still have some to do tomorrow.) We tackled some of the compost issues we've got going on. I also have to shine up the teapot, which, yes, I do. Then, there're always dishes and the catpan and ecc and ecc and ecc.

Tomorrow, though, is also date night for Cardo and me. We're occasionally dating, which we always say we'll get around to. Not quite sure what the plan is for tomorrow, yet. I'm thinking dinner and a walk, but it might be yet another blustery day.

There also might be a program at the library we'll be wanting to take in. I have to look that up in just a moment here. O, how I missed my beloved library time. Pic missed it, too.

And, there are friends to catch up with.

And, there's daydreaming to be done. Ah, yes, there's always that.

it's all crayon scribbles and sparklies round here

Yes, our child is going to be that child who's pierced and tattooed with rainbow streaks in her hair and kohl lining her eyes. We're already the kind of parents that make others worried because these things don't concern us. We're not out to squelch her natural style and I hope she doesn't let anyone else do that either. Here's hoping that we continue to surround ourselves with wonderfully accepting support network.

the stuff not bought

Oh, such a day of thrifting. Actually, it was a day of being up until six-thirty in the morning (reading, taking a bath, watching Clueless...not sleeping) and then sleeping for six-and-a-half hours. Thanks be that Cardo didn't work today.

So, we flitted from thrift shop to thrift shop looking for several items, some of which we found. Two of those table lamps with metal shades and flexible necks? Check. Metal measuring spoons (minus the 1/2 tablespoon)? Check. More rubber stamps? Check. (Hadn't really been looking for those.) Some of those silicone baking cups/molds? Check. (Okay, so those weren't really on the list either.)

I also picked up World's Best Card Tricks. Let the good times roll!

We did, however, leave some things for everyone else. I left the Angela Lansbury exercise video. The book All My Friends Are Dead (you can read the first several pages at that link.) I also left the following pictures, although I really didn't want to:


(What? What's that? Whose very white leg is that there? Um, no comment.)

Sorry about the low photo quality. I feel really weird taking pictures in stores, so I just got a quick shot and walked away.

what's cookin'?

Hey, look at that: I do still use my rangetop! I know that I've been somewhat entirely silent round these parts about cooking. It's not because I haven't done any, rather it's because I haven't done any that's been noteworthy (as opposed to all of my eight-course marvels of the past, no?).

So, what was I cooking up in my makeshift double-boiler last night? In the bowl I use to make laundry detergent no less?



Mmm...deodorant! (Just a note: don't ever eat anything I make in the duck bowl. It's for non-consumables only.)

I have been at the very bottom of the two sticks of deodorant I have knocking about here, but I have refused to buy new deodorant because I told myself I'd make it. This summer, I'll be trying to move toward making a lot more of what I can and use a lot less packaged stuff and produce a lot less waste. (Here's hoping the deodorant turns out okay and I don't have to throw it all away.)

I cannot tell you how long I've had this recipe bookmarked, because I can't remember. It's been a good couple of years, or at least a year and a half. Something like that. However, I've always thought I was too busy to make this. Apparently, I didn't note the whole it-takes-30-seconds-in-the-microwave part. I finally bought the ingredients I didn't have on hand, and, even without a microwave, this came together in a matter of minutes. I did manage to break my measuring spoon in the shea butter (I've been looking for metal measuring spoons at the thrift shops for forever, and I'll have to step up the search now) and I dropped the lid of the tangerine oil in the nice hot liquid, but it went well otherwise.

So, we'll see how this goes. And, yes, I know. Sono pazza.

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P. S. I love, love, love Angry Chicken (whence the recipe came).

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P. P. S. I went with tangerine oil because it was cheap and I love citrus scents. I almost went with the bergamot, but the tangerine cost less. However, if you want some seriously expensive deodorant, wild chamomile essential oil was $35.99 for .5 ounces (yes, that decimal point is in the right place).