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Today’s adventure....
It was a rainy day with a cold, blustery wind so uncharacteristic for April. As the garage door opened Zoe ran out to meet me. She had been alone for 2 hours so I took her to the pen before going inside. I saw that the wind had kicked up a corner of the artificial grass so I stepped over to fix it. BANG went the side door as the wind plotted against me. Somehow the force locked the door and I was stuck in the dog kennel!
I looked for a hide-a-key (don't tell but now there is one:) that was not there and then was faced with
1)screaming for help (the garage door was still open)
2)climbing over the fence
Option 1 would of course be undignified and would also have been difficult with the roar of the wind and lawnmowers filling the usually peaceful neighborhood with noise akin to a freight train. So, I went with option 2. I’m not sure it was any more dignified…but I was able to do it thanks to my superior athletic skills!
The adventure continues...
Trying to act cool, wow!I like I had just climbed over the fence, I found the wind had blown over the plants on the front porch. I had difficulty sweeping up the dirt, especially with Zoe dancing and jumping around the broom.
I decided to do it right and got out the hose to spray down the entry way. "I can do this without getting wet" I thought optimistically while I wondered what the wind chill factor would be.
Zoe thought the water hose was even better than the broom! For a dog who whines when she has to go three steps into the rain to pee it was ironic seeing her get in the cold water like it was a hot summers day. We were now both wet and dirty. She ran in the house, tracking dirt all over the entry tile before I could grab her for a bath.
When I gave her a bath, in warm water I might add, I became soaked as she squirmed and struggled because(oh the irony!) she hates baths. I dried and combed her and then changed my clothes.
Perhaps dignity is over-rated.

Confessions of a Closet Organizer

These confessions are by a professional organizer. Do not attempt these stunts at home alone. Wait until I come to visit and I will "help" you:)

1. All hangers must match. No wire hangers.
2. Sort clothes by type and purpose (pants together, jeans together within pants section, etc.)
3. Organize by color within each group, going light to dark
4. Organize shoes in similar fashion with shelves labeled for optimal neatness
5. Use and label bins to hold items on shelves
6. Utilize small clothes hampers for sorting laundry to be cleaned
7. Review each item (I do it spring and fall when I switch seasons) at least once a year to remove items your children would laugh at. If your children are too young to laugh at your clothes a sister is a better judge than a husband who says "it is fine".

#3 is really the key. I learned this system working at Nordstrom. I go from light to dark within colors and color groups. White, beige, yellow, orange, red, purple, green, blue, brown, black. Sometimes I mix it up with the purple, green and blue. It doesn't matter the order as much as order matters. I like to take it to the next level by, for example, going light to dark on dress pants, then dark to light on casual, then light to dark on the jeans so the color intensities kind of flow.

I love it! But, it doesn't keep me up at night so it's not technically obsessive.

Before corn was used for Ethanol

Christmas Feast 2004

It looks like the kids got one piece of cake to share?

Before corn was used for Ethanol and eggs cost $4.00 a dozen...this is what our $15 a month could buy.

• 15 for 1$ - 8oz. cans of tomato sauce (used for making spaghetti or goop)
• 1$ gallon milk (we drank 1-2 gallons a month)
• 1$ 18 eggs
• 2 1$ packages of spaghetti or macaroni
• 10 for 1$ Campbell's Tomato Soup (made with half milk/half water)
• 1$ pound of hamburger (1-2# a month)
• 4 for 1$ bread
• 49 cents a pound for whole fryers

Things we ate: Spaghetti, "goop" (macaroni with hamburger, tomato sauce, onions and frozen corn), biscuits, potatoes (mashed was his favorite), tomato soup with saltine crackers or toasted cheese sandwiches. Fried chicken.Tuna casseroles were famous for how far they could be stretched. Frozen corn or peas were the only veggies.

Oatmeal, corn flakes, cheerios and scrambled eggs were standard breakfast fare. I made pancakes a few times but Dan said he didn't like them that much.

Special treats: Cookable chocolate pudding, cake (box cheaper than scratch), scratch cookies.

It was for sure a "loaves and fishes" type of time and we're not sure how we survived on $15 either but we did for, I would guess, 9 months.

After those days I remember having the food budget raised to $100 with at least Brian, maybe Andi.

Later, after serving a tuna casserole for dinner, Dan said, and I quote: "How much would I need to raise your food budget to never have a casserole again?"

As the 4 kids became teens we had a food budget of 400$. We enjoyed plenty of chips, ice cream, varied cereals and other "luxury" items. Most of the time there was no need for a "food budget" for which I am thankful.

The price of food...

When Dan and I were first married our food budget was $15...a month! Granted, we worked at McDonald's and most days at least one of us were able to eat at least one meal there, but still! $15!
We now spend $30 a month on our dog, Zoe. However, I must say, for that price her food does look pretty appetizing.
4/14/08

Irony of a Playroom

The purpose of a playroom is to play, obviously. I adamently insist this is what I want. The playroom is for playing...we have a doll house, a train set, TV/DVD, Barbies, cars and trucks. In the near future I may consider a video game system of some kind. We chose the room off of the family room to be the playroom thinking the kids would play in there while being close to the (adult) family. Most of the time we (the kids and I) bring things out of the playroom because what is the fun of having grandkids if I don't play with them?
HOWEVER!
The room can go from OCD organized to an exploded toy factory in a matter of minutes. Mothers frantically insist on having the kids pick up and try to put it back together but secretly I redo it after they leave.
THE IRONY-
A play room is for play and a family room is for reading, talking and TV but when you have kids a family room is really for family to play because it is a family activity...if there is a a family room and/or playroom for play and there are toys to play with, why then would toys not being played with be the "ideal" that you see in magazines?
THE JOY-
Every time (okay, usually) I clean up the toys I think of how grateful I am for the chance to share this fun with my grandkids. I treasure every day I have to be a Nonna...even if the balls and the barbies are not in the right bins.
Nonna-4/14/08