Robin has been hosting Summer Stock Sunday for a while now (she’s on week 11!).
So far, this is my favorite photo of the summer, taken by my brother-in-law of Jilly underwater:
FollowMy Cup Runneth Over
August 9, 2009
My shoes fit neatly into the shoe tree.
My pants and shirts have their own clothes hanger.
I don’t even use up all of the closet space in my bedroom.
But, it’s here that things are busting at the seams:
I’ve decided to take the “Week Without Shopping” challenge and try to make my way through some of this:
(freezer #1)
this:
(freezer #2)
this:
(pantry) 
and this (yes, I have a problem):
(basement “overflow”; I believe this is for Armageddon)
The only exception will be that on Tuesday I will still pick up my regularly scheduled CSA vegetables and grass-fed meats. But, I will go until Friday without setting foot in a supermarket, and I am not allowed to order take-out every night.
I’m excited to make some space in my pantry and refrigerator, and I know that Friday’s “refill” shopping will make me kind of delirious. But, man, I’m really scared to find out what is at the back of those freezers.
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If you just can’t get enough Freddy the Turkey updates, please check out my new post on New England Mamas titled “Even though the cops shot our mascot, I love my wacky little town”.
Learning to Fly
August 7, 2009
I haven’t yet moved to pharmaceuticals to get me into the air, but that may all change after my last flight.
My flight was scheduled to take off around 2:30. Ten minutes out, with no sign of a plane, it was pretty clear that we wouldn’t be taking off on time. Thankfully, I found Sandy of Momisodes, at the gate too, so we kept each other company while we waited and waited.
Finally, a plane! And, I noticed with relief that there was a new, fresh flight crew ready to board the plane to take us to Chicago.
We boarded quickly, got seated and heard the doors close. And then, this:
“We’re sorry but there is a problem with the windshield heater. . .blah blah blah”.
I soon found myself back inside the airport. Not good.
“We’re looking for a replacement part” turned into “We’re looking for a replacement plane” turned into “We’ve found a part! Now we need to test it.”
Oh, joy.
Finally, we got back on and the (very chatty) pilot decided to explain exactly what had happened and why it took so long to fix (I’d rather believe that the magical fairies who sprinkle flying dust onto the plane were just running late).
And, then he started to freak me out:
“I have found a new route that will shave off some time from this flight, plus I’m going to up the speed so that you guys won’t miss your connections.”
(my brain started to chant: “Titanic, Titanic, Titanic“)
And then the clincher:
“And, I’ve gotten the ok to practice my throttle skills by landing this plane on a direct route, instead of circling the city first”.
That’s when I looked at the stranger next to me and sputtered, “the word PRACTICE should never, ever come out of the pilot’s mouth while he is flying the eff-ing plane!”.
So, next time. . .Valium or Ambien?
