These days I mostly try not to write. My life is so full of work and family and weeding. But every now and then, my brain starts to itch and the only way to scratch that itch is writing. This is where you will find my most recent scratchings.
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Not So Goaty Enchiladas
I go to the farmer’s market every week, mostly for milk and meat. Because I like to make outings efficient, we often go somewhere else after the market, so I have a giant insulated cooler bag that I put all my groceries in to keep things cool for the few hours until we get home. Since I always buy frozen meat, it works pretty nicely. Except for the weeks when I buy a whole chicken and goat meat, and then take a long outing. Everything stays perfectly cold, that’s not the problem, but if we’re out very long the chicken…
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On Blogging, Readers and Stats
Blogs are increasingly interesting to me, from a sociological point of view. Writing has never taken such an intimate, immediate and responsive form before. Writers used to be “Writers” as in, someone far away, who could maybe write about what it was like to be you, but surely they weren’t actually like you. Surely a Writer must be a far more amazing person to be able to succinctly gather humanity’s collective thoughts and emotions and lay them out in such polished fashion. Surely they sit at their clean desk, surrounded by subtle yet challenging art, drinking straight black tea while they…
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Cloth Diapering, vol 2: The Gory Details
I started this two part series last month with a post about different types and brands of diapers. I asked for y’all to opinionate about the subject, and wow did I ever get schooled! In retrospect, I realize that I am completely unqualified to instruct on the matter. I have been a very haphazard cloth diaperer, as you are about to see. Fortunately I have y’all to back me up and I invite a repeat here: please leave your seasoned advice in the comments. So, prospective cloth diaperer, here you are. You researched and deliberated and considered and then spent…
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Why Mamas Gotta Do Their Thang
The last few weeks have been quite a haul. I really, really bit off more than I ought to have chewed. The post-apocolyptic Chinese junk came together with only a few moderately debilitating hitches, being in the parade was the experience of a lifetime and Mardi Gras day was a fantastic adventure. But throughout the week leading up to it I got profoundly stressed out about balancing all the work and complication of it with being a mama, there were several times that I adamantly wished I could just back out without losing all the time and money I’d already put…
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Intermission
Hey there folks. I know you are at the edge of your seats, waiting for the thrilling conclusion to the two-part diaper series. Wow. And it’s coming, I promise. But first– Mardi Gras. (If you think Mardi Gras is just a bunch of frat girls showing their tits and therefore nothing to get worked up about, read this post.) Less than a week left and what should look like this: still looks like this: The next step is a tarpaper cover. Then I have to figure out how to keep my sister’s fantastic 10 foot tall patchwork sail upright and stablized. Then…
calamity jane 