Pumpkin Bombings - Just Another Thanksgiving Tradition
So we ate our own turkeys. And I'm not sure how I feel about it. Except that I know for sure it was better than buying a factory farmed white Tom Turkey with genetically altered breasts so large he can't even have sex.I know that. At least.Last summer we bought 10 Bourbon Red chicks. Our goal was to raise them healthfull

This Here's My Opinion
So - I've been meaning to write this post for awhile. In fact, it has been such awhile that it is bordering on irrelevant - except that it isn't really. Ever. Irrelevant.Here Goes:This is to the Texan Guy who called in to NPR in regards to Obama winning the Nobel Peace Prize (and no, this post isn't about the Nobel Peace Prize). Mr. Speakin' for All of Texas - I won't quote you per say - 'cause I was driving and all and didn't write down word for word what you said. And what you said was a quickie - you just left a message that they played back on the air - don't even remember which show....All Things Considered, maybe? Anyway, you said (and I am paraphrasing h

Come On. You Know You Wanna Look.
Ha! So I follow a couple of bloggistas who are Homeschooling Raw Vegan Foodies. I am not vegan, nor am I a foodie, for the most part. Although I do love my food. And I love looking at pictures of food. So I love their blogs and stalk them regularly. And one of them, Raising Seven Vegans, has triplets for crying out loud! How could I stay away from that? AND she blogs with a lovely British accent and says British words like "mum" and "Father Christmas" and stuff and I like that, too.I blog with an accent. But it ain't nearly as purdy as hers, BELIEVE ME. But I am considering making the kids call me mum. Ellie call

The State of Things
All the stuff I blog about? Has been getting in the way of my bloggin' time. It is hard to blog about a lice infestation, sick kids, a food poisoned husband, a father with a re-fractured femur, and other things I can't even remember, because I have been BUSY dealing with all of the above mentioned blogging topics.First of all - YES, I SAID LICE INFESTATION. Dang.I really thought we were immune to this particular form of vermin. Seriously. Not because we're better than you, or anything, but because I have, over the years, received many phone calls that began with, "You're going to hate me...." and ended with "we don't know how long he/s

According to My Big Ass Utensil Drawer
God. That felt good. I just murdered a plastic storage container. And dumped the body (into recycling, of course - not a land fill - because I am a conscientious murderer of plastic storage containers). Last week I cleaned out the cabinet with all of the plastic storage containers. I had ninety-billion bottoms with no tops. I had ninety-billion tops with no bottoms. And I got rid of them all. Every. Last. One.And then today I open up the cabinet and there sits a topless container. Taunting me. So I slammed it with a meat tenderizer. I probably should have left it lying about to discourage other topless containers from trying to sneak in here...but I have li