Friday night, S and I went to the cottage. The first time I've been there in almost a month. It was so relaxing. I made corn fritters. (Recipe found on Duyvken's blog here.) S kept remarking on how sweet the fritters were. I used no sugar, just wonderful Michigan sweet corn. They were yummy and will have to be made again soon.
Saturday, I canned tomatoes. I got 10 quarts of chunky tomatoes for S, and 4 quarts + 16 pints of tomato juice for me (which I plan to use in chili).
Sunday I worked 7 hours, then came home and canned 1 quart + 6 pints of Bloody Mary mix! I'm going to test one of the jars within the next couple of weeks. My plan is to give them as gifts - along with a small bottle of vodka and a jar of pickles (even though I prefer celery in my Bloody Marys - but pickles are more convenient to give since I'm not canning them). So here's hoping that the mix turns out well!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
A funny Basset Boy Bart story
Yesterday morning, I got up at super early because those pesky dogs wanted breakfast.
So I dumped some kibble into their bowls and trooped off back to bed for a little more shut-eye.
At some point, Bart woke me up because he was licking. Something. He was licking something. Licking, licking, licking, oh my god!, the LICKING. I grumbled, I scolded, I screeched "BART! Stop licking!"
Eventually he quit. Rather, he quit licking loud enough for me to hear him.
Which is saying something because as much as I ♥ dogs, I can't stand to hear a dog lick.
ANYWAY.
Bart.
He decided to cuddle with me at some point.
So when I finally peeled my eyes open, I became the big spoon to Bart's little spoon.
He looked up at me with his big brown Basset Hound eyes and implored me, "PLEASE! Get the kibble out of my nose!"
He truly tried to inhale his breakfast.
No wonder he was lickingLICKINGlicking yesterday morning.
And I can add "Basset Hound Nose Picker" to my dog-sitting resumé.
Lucky me.
So I dumped some kibble into their bowls and trooped off back to bed for a little more shut-eye.
At some point, Bart woke me up because he was licking. Something. He was licking something. Licking, licking, licking, oh my god!, the LICKING. I grumbled, I scolded, I screeched "BART! Stop licking!"
Eventually he quit. Rather, he quit licking loud enough for me to hear him.
Which is saying something because as much as I ♥ dogs, I can't stand to hear a dog lick.
ANYWAY.
Bart.
He decided to cuddle with me at some point.
So when I finally peeled my eyes open, I became the big spoon to Bart's little spoon.
He looked up at me with his big brown Basset Hound eyes and implored me, "PLEASE! Get the kibble out of my nose!"
He truly tried to inhale his breakfast.
No wonder he was lickingLICKINGlicking yesterday morning.
And I can add "Basset Hound Nose Picker" to my dog-sitting resumé.
Lucky me.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
A rant that has been brewing for awhile.
S and I have been dating for over three years now.
We're asked all the time, "When are you going to get married?"
The answer is, "more than likely, never."
This never fails to astound people.
A couple of weeks ago a friend of S's asked me 'the question' and in the process not-so-subtly implied I'm delusional if I think S is going to ask me. (I had a hard time not losing my shit on this person.)
S is very vocal in his views on marriage - his friends all know his views:
He has no plans to ever get married.
He was upfront about this when we started dating.
I knew what I was getting myself into.
Do they think I'm not able to understand what S means when he says "I'm not going to get married"?
What people fail to understand...
what they fail to take into consideration...
what they can't wrap their minds around...
is that I don't want to get married.
WHY do they give me that you're-crazy!-what-woman-doesn't-want-to-get-married look? For fuck's sake that look pisses me off. I am not defective just because I don't want to get married.
People, I've been there. I've done it. It wasn't the best experience of my life and it wasn't the worst. But I don't want to do it again.
See, here's the thing...
I LIKE being single. I LIKE having my own house and my privacy and the freedom to do what I want, when I want because it's only me I've got to look out for. I like letting the dishes stack up and falling asleep on the couch and leaving books everywhere. It's my life and I'm tired of people making me feel inferior because I don't want to get married. DEAL WITH IT PEOPLE. This is your issue - not mine.
What S and I have? It's perfect for us. It works for us.
So stop asking us when we're getting married.
Because we're not.
(A word of advice - if you're one of those people who asks couples who have been dating a long time when they're getting married? For the love of God, STOP. It's not cute and it's not funny. It's an uncomfortable question to be asked, it's an uncomfortable question to answer -- because more than likely we can't tell you to take a flying leap -- and it's really none of your business anyway.)
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Now, just because I don't want to get married doesn't mean I can't appreciate the symbolism of the day. Check out what this bride did.
We're asked all the time, "When are you going to get married?"
The answer is, "more than likely, never."
This never fails to astound people.
A couple of weeks ago a friend of S's asked me 'the question' and in the process not-so-subtly implied I'm delusional if I think S is going to ask me. (I had a hard time not losing my shit on this person.)
S is very vocal in his views on marriage - his friends all know his views:
He has no plans to ever get married.
He was upfront about this when we started dating.
I knew what I was getting myself into.
Do they think I'm not able to understand what S means when he says "I'm not going to get married"?
What people fail to understand...
what they fail to take into consideration...
what they can't wrap their minds around...
is that I don't want to get married.
WHY do they give me that you're-crazy!-what-woman-doesn't-want-to-get-married look? For fuck's sake that look pisses me off. I am not defective just because I don't want to get married.
People, I've been there. I've done it. It wasn't the best experience of my life and it wasn't the worst. But I don't want to do it again.
See, here's the thing...
I LIKE being single. I LIKE having my own house and my privacy and the freedom to do what I want, when I want because it's only me I've got to look out for. I like letting the dishes stack up and falling asleep on the couch and leaving books everywhere. It's my life and I'm tired of people making me feel inferior because I don't want to get married. DEAL WITH IT PEOPLE. This is your issue - not mine.
What S and I have? It's perfect for us. It works for us.
So stop asking us when we're getting married.
Because we're not.
(A word of advice - if you're one of those people who asks couples who have been dating a long time when they're getting married? For the love of God, STOP. It's not cute and it's not funny. It's an uncomfortable question to be asked, it's an uncomfortable question to answer -- because more than likely we can't tell you to take a flying leap -- and it's really none of your business anyway.)
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Now, just because I don't want to get married doesn't mean I can't appreciate the symbolism of the day. Check out what this bride did.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Comfy Couch for Russ
We were out in the yard and S was playing with the dogs. He paused to take a break and with no prompting whatsoever, Russ decided to have a seat.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Who has time to blog?
Not me, apparently.
So far I've had a very busy and most excellent summer. Which leaves no time for Defective Typewriter!
I've had a fabulous vacation to Mackinac Island, made especially nice this year because S and the rest of his sailing team took FIRST PLACE in their division of the Port Huron to Mackinac yacht race. So aside from some quality alone time on an idyllic island, I got to hang with some pretty happy sailors.
I've learned how to knit! And I'm knitting up a storm. I've progressed from kitchen items to shawls. I'm making my mom a shawl for her to take to church with her. (See the pattern here.) The body of the shawl garter stitch (knit every row) so you'd think it would go pretty fast, right? Wrong. See, the whole "new knitter" thing is working against me as I have to go slow to keep my stitch tension even. At one point, I had to rip out a dozen rows and reknit them because they looked awful. But, the more I knit, the easier it is. I've got the continental knitting style down-pat, let me tell you. (I took a 'learn to knit' class at Joann's at the beginning of June which was invaluable for learning knitting basics. The teacher taught us the 'throwing' method which, in my opinion, is super inefficient. While searching the interwebs for videos on how do different stitches, I hit upon this video which is what I used to learn the continental method. An interesting article discussing the merits of both methods is here.)
So here's the shawl in progress:
S think it looks like a loin cloth.
So far I've had a very busy and most excellent summer. Which leaves no time for Defective Typewriter!
I've had a fabulous vacation to Mackinac Island, made especially nice this year because S and the rest of his sailing team took FIRST PLACE in their division of the Port Huron to Mackinac yacht race. So aside from some quality alone time on an idyllic island, I got to hang with some pretty happy sailors.
I've learned how to knit! And I'm knitting up a storm. I've progressed from kitchen items to shawls. I'm making my mom a shawl for her to take to church with her. (See the pattern here.) The body of the shawl garter stitch (knit every row) so you'd think it would go pretty fast, right? Wrong. See, the whole "new knitter" thing is working against me as I have to go slow to keep my stitch tension even. At one point, I had to rip out a dozen rows and reknit them because they looked awful. But, the more I knit, the easier it is. I've got the continental knitting style down-pat, let me tell you. (I took a 'learn to knit' class at Joann's at the beginning of June which was invaluable for learning knitting basics. The teacher taught us the 'throwing' method which, in my opinion, is super inefficient. While searching the interwebs for videos on how do different stitches, I hit upon this video which is what I used to learn the continental method. An interesting article discussing the merits of both methods is here.)
So here's the shawl in progress:
S think it looks like a loin cloth.I've got about 11 1/2 inches done on each side. The shawl is supposed to be 40" on the sides and 60" across the top. I figure I'll get it done sometime in 2011.
The yarn is wonderfully yummy: Moda Dea Bamboo Wool. It's 50% rayon from bamboo and 50% wool. It's scrumptious and I love knitting with it.
Enough about knitting.
Bart is here! I've had him for a week and I am enjoying him so very much. Pictures from last Thursday evening:
Been working a lot at my part-time job, too. It's a blessing and a curse, I tell you. Blessing because, let's face it, having that extra bit of cash is nice and it's a curse because it's summer! And who has time to work a second job? Me, apparently.
Which is why I have no time to blog!
The yarn is wonderfully yummy: Moda Dea Bamboo Wool. It's 50% rayon from bamboo and 50% wool. It's scrumptious and I love knitting with it.
Enough about knitting.
Bart is here! I've had him for a week and I am enjoying him so very much. Pictures from last Thursday evening:
Been working a lot at my part-time job, too. It's a blessing and a curse, I tell you. Blessing because, let's face it, having that extra bit of cash is nice and it's a curse because it's summer! And who has time to work a second job? Me, apparently.
Which is why I have no time to blog!
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