The Captain brought his army gear home recently, and it is all over the front hallway. I literally have to trip over metal boxes and boots to get out the front door.
Who needs stinky boys, anyway?
Who needs stinky boys, anyway?
And, oh my lord, I have had this compendium of old-fashioned board games since I was a teenager! Finally, something that will pull my five year-old away from the computer this summer! Uh...does anyone know how to play parcheesi?!
And the urge to shop has been curbed. For now...
We planted raspberries and strawberries two years ago, and I cannot recommend these plants enough! I think if we let them, they'd take over the entire garden. This year, the raspberries have really taken off. I currently have two of those bulk margarine containers filled and in the freezer and I've given raspberries to my neighbours too.
On the topic of raspberries, I was out picking the other day and I heard a sound, which I'm now convinced was just a moth batting its wings. But at the time, it sounded like something was growling at me. Not wanting to get eaten alive by a bear hiding in the raspberry bushes (because that would make for a really embarrassing obituary), but also not wanting to get laughed right back out of the house by the Captain when I ran in screaming, I backed away slowly and picked some peas instead, occasionally looking over my shoulder in case the bear was creeping up on me. When I plucked up my courage and went back the next day, I had a good look at how those plants grow, and I'm pretty sure even a little fox couldn't fit under there, let alone a bear. Even if they could squeeze in, the stems are really prickly too--I'm covered from ankle to shoulder in scratches from raspberry-picking. Surely no animal with an ounce of sense would hide under there in the hopes of having me for dinner. Besides, I'm all fat and gristle anyway.
Okay...everything in this picture (please ignore my burnt cooktop), with the exception of the carrots, came out of our garden. I tell you, there's nothing quite like making a stir-fry out of stuff that just came in from outside. It tastes better, and you have the satisfaction of knowing that your produce didn't have to make the epic journey to your dinner plate all the way from Mexico! From the left, we have Swiss chard, carrots (from Mexico?), tiny potatoes the Captain accidentally dug up, and various summer squash. Take that, bowel cancer!
If I disappear for a while, you'll know the garden has completely taken over. If I return with a post that looks more like an animal with large paws just came in and started smashing the keyboard, you'll know that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong...
Aside from the occasional 70's film-like graininess in shots that are slightly underexposed (which is a quality I'm kind of in love with!), there hasn't been much difference in the end-result for me. However, using the manual setting has become almost second-nature, and I'm only four days in. I'm fiddling about a bit with the pictures once they're uploaded, and some cropping and playing with colour really does make a big difference. Oh, and in case you're wondering, I got those sandals at the Sears outlet website for $9.99!
Note the creative cutting out of half my face. Trust me. It's for the best.
Anyway, I will spare you the artistic interpretation of my 12-years of marriage to the Captain, and the photo of half my butt, which was supposed to show, in classic sepia, the merits of my favourite pair of jeans. Today, I got a lot of good landmarks, even if I got no good pictures of me. Here we have me in front of the old abandoned grain thingy: