Posts Tagged ‘charities’

This and that around the house

August 14, 2008


James was gone, and I had found some organic bacon and Pilsbury crescent roll dough at Tesco (I know, wtf?). Couldn’t resist making pigs in a blanket. This is a notable meal in that I haven’t actually cooked raw meat in more than 5 years. I suppose bacon is hard to mess up–put in pan, fry until nearly rock-hard (I love it that way). So these items, along with Minute Maid orange juice, was very reminiscent of things I ate as a kid. So nice, in an artery-hardening sort of way.


This is what I like to see, a man at some sort of labor necessitating a ladder.


Not so much what I like to see–a man coming at me at breakneck speed on a child-sized scooter.


Definitely what I like to see, a shaved husband. Not so sure about the kid-tormenting though..


Hehe, super Ikea dinner–quorn swedish meatballs, boiled buttered potatoes, gravy, and even loganberry jam.


Poor Joseph, doomed to be forever upstaged.


There’s always stuff in the news insinuating that homeschoolers do what they do in order to abuse their kids and escape notice. I point out here that 1. this has been caught on film and 2. not all of the kids packing the baby into the recycling bin are homeschoolers.


The field behind our new doctor’s office. Could almost be Idaho if you squint right..


Aw, the scruffy village charity shop cat. The tag reads, “Tiger’s: do not sell!”


I submit proof that Joseph does know how to swing *and* that he indeed likes it.


Since Mitu has been given the chance to go outside on a lead, he really really really loves going out. Sometimes just to hop up on the windowsill and watch us pull weeds.


Random bit of our garden: it wouldn’t be a Scottish garden without ‘decorative’ thistles.


This is growing near the front door. I don’t know what it is, but it’s beautiful.


Nyssa has to be hosed off before coming inside from gardening. Only we don’t have a hose or indeed a tap (spigot) outside, so this has to do.


Nyssa putting on a puppet show with Einstein and ‘Homorabi’ the cat. She means to say Hammurabi, lol.


Cookie, Einstein, and Hammurabi, the cast of our puppetry. We are freaks.


No joke: 35% rise in gas prices. That’s fine, we just won’t cook or heat the house this winter. Been meaning to give the kids an object lesson in austerity anyway. 😛


A rainbow out the front door, and me having been quick enough to catch it.


James encouraging kitty bad manners. *sigh*


I may have said before that pipe cleaners are the best craft innovation ever. Here we have pipe cleaner Death Star and pipe cleaner Fighter whatsit (Joseph will strangle me for not remembering which). Nyssa in her usual posture of late–engrossed in a book. She was so sweet the other day, she comes to me and starts gushing breathlessly, as though she were speaking of a crush, about how many different sorts of books there are to read and how she loves that there’s always something new and wonderful to learn about, etc. etc. Aw.


Aw, cute, how sweet, etc. He’s also fluffing up my fabric.


This one just makes me giggle. I have this demanding little guy in my face all the time.


Nom nom nom. But FFS, I thought it was expensive enough at 50% off. Can you believe someone is meant to pay the equivalent of $10 for a wee bag of animal crackers??


We met this little kitty named Puisicain at Dobbies Garden Centre. They’re trying to raise money for Glendrick Roost, a sanctuary for rescued, abused and/or unwanted animals. They’re having a hard time at the moment because their leased land has been pulled out from under them to make way for some other more profitable venture. If you know of a location, please contact them. Also, please go and give them a donation. They’re just a wee charity, but they care so much for their animals and do such good.

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