That Smell

You know what I'm talking about, THAT smell. The one that offends your olfactory senses the minute you walk into your kitchen. The unidentified stench that is lurking somewhere among the cabinets and appliances. Is it fruit that's gone bad? Rotten potatoes? Garbage that needs taking out, something in the disposal, last nights dishes, WHAT IS CAUSING THAT STANK!?! Ugg, its enough to drive you crazy until you scour the entire food area to find the source of that nose-curling smell.

That was me last week when I woke up to an unpleasant odor emanating from the cooking cubby in our apartment. Like all good defenders of the food, this kitchen sheriff went to work washing and scrubbing any suspected culprits. Taking out the garbage, doing the dishes, running the disposal, cleaning out the refrigerator, changing out rags, wiping down counters- and "No children, I can't help you now, mommy is busy. It is VERY important that she finds whatever is making our house stinky." During this purging process I also mopped up one bleeding black berry pie and one bag of chicken oozing all over my fruits and vegetables. This last mess making my skin crawl with the possibility of food-poisoning me or my family.

And did I catch the perpetrator? No, he is still at large somewhere down my drain, but at least he is not committing any more olfactory crimes in my neck of the woods. In the end I have no idea what was actually smelly but whatever it was, he's left town for now. I suspect it may have been rotten food in the disposal. My job as cleaning sheriff is done for now, I've re-holstered my smoking rag and sponge. Don't worry, it is now safe to eat again folks. Until the next time...

(I must be feeling very western all of a sudden, now that I've left the greener grasses of the east coast. "Sitting Side Saddle" and now I'm the sheriff?)

Sitting Side Saddle

This is how I feel at most meal times and other sitting occasions. Ready to spring for any need that may and will arise. Feet to the side just in case. No need to get too comfortable because I'll just be getting up again. It feels like a 2 minute stretch in my seat at dinner is a luxury. "Gabe needs a fork, David needs a rag, Mac needs a drink, We forgot the cheese, how about some bread, what about dip..." I feel like I'm doing squats every time meals roll around. Its not much better when I'm on the computer either. "Don't do that to Gabe, Don't take that from David, Mac what's in your mouth?" If you'll notice most of my posts are pretty concise for this specific reason. Before I started typing this post I even cought myself "sitting side saddle" again. I wonder if you can cause permanent damage to your back having it twisted like that all the time. I'm not complaining, it makes me feel needed, but sometimes its a little ridiculous. Its lots better than the quiet alternative. I'm just wondering though, are there any other mom's out there with the SSS syndrome?

We Survived!

This week Zach and I have been staying at Ben and Joy's house with their 5 children while they took a pleasure trip to Lake Powell with some friends. Apparently this couple has been asking Ben and Joy to come with them for 7 years and this is the first chance they have gotten to go. Our payment? No- not the warm fuzzy feeling that comes with service. You silly people, service is for nice people. And not a big fat pay check either. Even better- a trade. This summer Zach has an academic conference in Rome that will be paid for so all we have to do is foot the bill for my plane ticket and now we have babysitters as well.

In the mean time, I've gone from 3 to 8 children overnight. Zach has increased his flock as well but he's been busy with work so not as heavily invested as this insta-soccer/football-mom. "Gone" is the key word in that sentence. Gone is my time and my sanity. Actually it hasn't been that bad. The older kids can be quite a help when they put thier mind to it and the littlest one (Haley, 3 yr) is a great playmate for David and Gabe. I've had the pleasure of doing the "little kid" thing- diapers, dressing, feeding etc- as well as the "big kid" thing- getting ready for school, chores, shuttle bus and the like. So the ultimate conclusion, are we still shooting for 8?....

HECK YEAH- Bring it on.

Wishing Lamp

Remember, remember

The eighth of September;

On that day once a year

A wish can be tendered

The giver will never

Refuse you, not ever,

Unless what you ask for
Is outside his treasure,

So plan and prepare for

Your wish with great care,

or You'll rue that you wasted

My boon, and your prayer, more.

Last year Zach gave me a magic lamp when he came back from Jerusalem. This is the second time I've had a chance to use it. It was inspired by a similar lamp that his dad gave his mom a long time ago for the same purpose. The 8th of September is their anniversary. (Happy 49th mom and dad!) This year I wished that Zach would exercise at LEAST 1 1/2 hours a week. Orignially I thought 3 times a week but this is a pretty busy year, being his first year teaching, so I thought I'd try to make it flexible. Exercise is the first thing to get pushed out with his busy schedule, so I thought I'd help him bump it up the priority list. After all, I don't want to be a widow at 50. Maybe you guys can raz him about it. Thanks Magic Genie!

I have a secret admirer

I have a secret admirer. I wonder who it could be. This stunning bouquet was delivered to me the other day by none other than my husband Zach. Aren't you just green with envy? Its a wonder he's not jealous of this mystery man. I wonder if he is tall, dark, and handsome. Or perhaps short, blond, and adorable. Whoever he is, I must say, he has great taste in flowers and women for that matter.

Could it be? Na



I guess I'll never know.

Happy Birthday Tina!!!!

Why?

Because we love you! Tina is one of the most loving people I know. Very family oriented and tender. We are glad to be celebrating her birthday with her in person this year.



(We are watching Ben and Joy's kids this week since they are out of town)


Tina came over for some family dinner and cup cakes followed by a little Family Home Evening- and I do mean little. Only one candle but with so many "helpers" it was lit quite a few times for some test runs.



Love to love you Aunt Tina. You're the best.

Uglies

Last night I finished Uglies by Scott Westerfeld. I would rate it as 'pretty good'. A quick, fun read centered around an original idea. Some time in the future, everyone in society gets extensive plastic surgery at the age of 16 to become stunningly beautiful. Before the surgery, everyone is considered Ugly by comparison. The Uglies have something to look forward to though. Soon they will be stepping out of Uglyville and going to New Pretty Town where everyone is always happy and all they do is party with other beautiful people. Only thing is, not everyone wants to change their face. And there is something not quite right about people who are always happy... Its a great concept. I'm looking forward to reading the other books in the series. Pretties, Specials, and Extras. I wouldn't be surprised if they made it into a movie.