Say no more!
Just call me Corn on the Cob! September 9, 2012
The month of August is torture for me at work… Hence no time lately for any blog posts or much of the things that I find to be truly fun or relaxing. It’s why I take joy in the little things my family does to make my long days tolerable.
Like peanut butter and jelly for example! My 3 year old son was on his way home with his dad and sister one day recently when he decided to start calling everyone by the names of ingredients of his favorite sandwich- a PB and J of course! Logan was bread, Katelyn was Jelly and Dad was Peanut Butter. Best of all, you could put them all together for a family hug and make a PB and J sandwich! I asked later that night if I could be bread too. Logan sized me up and said “No, you’re corn on the cob!”. Thankfully in his mind, that goes perfect with a sandwich!
I love his creativity, and hearing him call out, “hey Peanut Butter, let’s make a sandwich”. I’ll drop anything to become the corn on the cob to his bread! 🙂
I’m truly not Martha August 6, 2012
So a few of my friends jokingly refer to me as Martha- as in Martha Stewart. This reference probably started because of the number of times that we entertain at our house. We’re of the more-the-merrier variety at our house- and it’s usually merrier!
I’m far from Martha in many areas however, and the top area that I need to improve on (or just hire someone for!) is gardening. I’m not sure what it is, but I can practically kill any plant by just looking at it. Every year I resolve to get better at it. I get a new hanging basket or plant, and I’m all gung-ho for about 2 days. That’s when something inherently takes over in me, and I commence in operation fry-the-plant.
I present for your review Exhibit a:
This beauty was a Mother’s Day present. I once had visions of the beautiful white and purple flowers cascading over this basket all season long as I admired it from my nearby chaise Lounge.
Instead, it met it’s time of death sometime during the heat wave in the last week of July. Now I could never quite pinpoint it’s actual time of death because that would require me paying attention to it in the slightest, instead of noticing one day that “Man, that plant is really brown, and I honestly can’t recall when was the last time I watered it.
No bother I guess- I’ll add it to my graveyard of plant pots and hangers of years past I guess…
Case of the Missing Tomatoes July 18, 2012
So this year we are growing the best darn garden that can be grown on a deck. And by we, I mean Corey. He’s been out there every night, tending to tomato and pepper plants, along with basil, mint, chives, rosemary and other herbs that I wouldn’t recognize- what with the black thumb I was born with…
I’ve been getting excited about our first harvest of tomatoes, and we easily had 20 plus tomatoes on each plant… At least we did until troublemaker Logan got to them. He picked almost an entire plant clean of tomatoes, leaving us one lowly tomato and a pile of small unripe tomatoes.
Who wants fried green tomatoes?