Monthly Archives: February 2010

You say Tomato, I say “I’ll take 350 please”…

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I planted a ridiculous amount of tomatoes last year. 350 or so. A few died, and I pulled about 30 out of frustration with bugs/blight/etc. I grew Green Grape tomatoes and they tasted so awful I happily tore them out as well.

That still left about 300 in the ground and producing… which left me thankful & canning until December. I could bribe a few people to do just about anything with my salsa… lol :)

In ordering new seed- checking disease resistance & season length… I’m left with 16 I really love.

I can hardly wait…

Once upon a time…

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There was a nice teenager. Actually- there IS a nice teenager. He lives at my house :)

Don’t get me wrong- I’m not bragging- I’m as thankful and surprised as the next person. I point it out purely because I hear so many people say “Oh well- he/she is a teenager- the attitude comes with the territory”.. Hmph.  No,  it doesn’t. I know so because I have physical proof :) Not only can we still communicate fairly successfully- he just brought his second high school report card home- and made the honor roll again. Somebody pinch me…Could it be?

Everyone told me he’d be a complete jerk by now…

and though he’s taller than me… and knows a whole lot more about algebra than I’ll ever know…and can legally drive with an adult in the car… he’s still the same great person he’s always been. I think people are quick to excuse behavior they don’t want to take the time to correct because so often it starts at home- and after all- kids learn best by watching you live the example you want them to follow…  So far, so good. We ask a lot, but he’s happy to oblige- and we sure appreciate him and the great example he sets for his siblings.

which makes me the happiest mom-of-a-teenager, ever.

Mardi Gras…the trampiest celebration of all.

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My best friend is coming to town for The Follies,  our local (mildly to extremely) raunchy variety show in celebration of Mardi Gras. I still have the color-changing martini glasses from last year… oh and the beads ;)

The problem with going to the show both nights… is finding two different but equally scandalous & revealing dresses to wear… Things I just don’t wear in my small town.

So out comes the skimpy black dress I bought in Las Vegas… and the sequins- fishnets- rhinestones & corsets. Heaven forbid my kids stumble on this pile of heathen-wear, it may scar them for life.

We’re sort of Catholic, and they know about Ash Wednesday, and about Lent. However… Mardi Gras is a whole new issue when it comes to explaining the what/why of it.  Isabelle looked at me in all her lovely innocent wide eyed wonder last year and said “Mommy!!! You got me necklaces!!! Where did you get them!?!?!” When I told her nonchalantly that they’d given them to me… she was completely confused… and wanted to know why people gave away jewelry on Mardi Gras…

Sigh. This motherhood gig is not for the faint of heart.