Stuff I've been doing lately that's kept me from blogging

Cleaning the fridge has always been one of my favorite jobs. I have a hard time sleeping the night before a good "mucking out" just due to the anticipation of what kind of science projects we'll find. I wake up early, shower and dress in my freshly ironed mom frock, don a crisp new apron and "casual yet appropriate" pumps. I always have a tough time finding just the right jewelry to wear so I usually keep it simple with just a wristwatch and maybe a simple strand of pearls. You don't want to be over dressed unless of course you plan on doing this in the evening, and then you're talking a whole nuther wardrobe.
I found a bowl of chicken salad wedged waaaay in the back of the bottom shelf. It's been there for at least a month because we gave up chicken for Lent. I'm kidding...we gave up chicken for our New Year's Resolution. Anyway, that was fun to see and even more fun to smell. Then there was something that looked like either very old meat or very new cheese. Not too sure about that one so I decided to toss it. Even the dogs were keeping their distance when I pulled that out. There was a plastic bag with cucumber soup in it...but silly me...who puts soup in a plastic bag? It was just nature taking its course on what used to be solid vegetables. I had a good laugh and a couple of gags over that one. So... anybody want to come to my house for "pot luck" dinner? Just kidding.

Taking one of the weenie dogs to the vet.....again. Poor little guy either stepped on a bee or was stung by a scorpion. Either way he wasn't feeling all that great, but frankly I think he was faking it just a little bit to get to ride in the car. Good news is he's back to causing trouble, barking at the air, rooting me out of bed, and acting like we never feed him...ever. We planted a vegetable garden and I feel like such a farmer. Should I get some chickens so I never have to go to the store and buy eggs ever again? uhh, no. probably not. I'm pretty sure there's a "no chickens allowed" rule with our homeowners association.

Making fabulous chocolate cake from scratch cuz I have nothing better to do when I get home from work at 6:00 in the evening.

Making butter. Yeah, that's right...homemade butter, baby! I didn't wake up one day and say, "I think I'll try my hand at making butter today."I don't roll that way. What happened was I went to Costco to pick up a few things after work one night and I needed some whipping cream and of couse as we all know, you can't buy normal size stuff at Costco. So I ended up with the 13 gallon container of whipping cream and silly me, only needed 1/2 cup. Whew! I hate it when I'm not sure I'm going to have enough of something. I couldn't very well serve my family variations of whipped cream for the next 5 months so I decided to make some butter. Sure, they all laughed at me at first....called their friends and taunted me with "Why don't you just go to the store you freak?" But now they're singing a different tune, I'll tell you that right now. I'll also tell you that I'm having the locks changed while they're at work/school tomorrow. So there. I don't like these people anymore.

Then of course there's my job. My oh so much fun, wish you could be me, job. The sweater looks nice though, don't you think?

so...that's what I've been up to lately. I have such an exciting life I know there are people out there who are incredibly jealous of me. They should be. It doesn't get much better than this...and if that's true, somebody shoot me now.