Fruits of my labour

This girl is in serious housewife mode. Either that or this is some crazy subconscious way of distracting me as I move into Day 7 smoke free



I will be the first to admit that I have a penchant for addictions. That said, I have successfully managed to turn a terrible one into a super awesome one, canning. So far I (well, *we* including this lassie

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have done dill pickles, dilly beans, peach jam and next apple butter. Today I finished up canning peaches and Thursday will be apple butter.

Next I have to manipulate my passion for B&J ice cream into finishing my basement and I am good to go.

It isn't always good to go on the cheap

I am not ashamed to admit that sometimes I make terrible mistakes.

This why you should NEVER give yourself a home pedicure when you have had a couple beers.

Often I forget about things that make me happy. This is actually kind of a great thing. It's always fun to stumble upon pictures or stories that you have long forgotten about only to rediscover how awesome they are.

This picture is not something I would ever forget about, however, I DID forget how much it makes me laugh. This is what happened, way back in the day, when my middle child didn't get what she wanted. Her Uncle Ben's refusal to continue a baseball game with her ended with one of the best pictures of my kids.

*shudder*

I think that the worst part of yesterday was when a spider was crawling on my upper lip.


This also reminded that I really must wax the girl stache.

Lesson learned.

For three days I have been putting off fixing the bathroom door. The hinges were a wee bit loose so just a quick minute with the screw driver would fix her right up. Needless to say the entire door fell of the hinges.




I would love to consider myself a handyman, however, I don't think that a real handyman would consider this a huge truimph:



I can't believe that I actually came up with a reasonable solution without freaking out. I'll fix it for realzies tomorrow.

Why am I not surprised?

Last week at work a Good Samaritan left a note on my windshield "Back tire needs air". Sometimes I really do have faith in humanity. Anyhoo...I filled it up and on my merry way I went.
It can't possibly be shock that during this basement reno a nail, sorry....screw impaled my tire. I really want to overcome the frustration I feel when stuff happens to my car. It isn't the money. I swear, I get browned off when I JUST have to buy windshield wipers. Two dollars? That is two dollars I will not relinquish without a fight.

Anyway...while trying to drum up a photo of Kenneth, the amazing mini van, I found the best picture that I had totally forgotten about. I love this picture more than I hate my car.

This pleases me