Winner Winner Sheen Dinner

Thank you to all who entered my Earth Day giveaway, especially those who participated in a litter walk or other earthish activity.  The moment you have all been waiting for... the winners!  Though really, we're all winning (and I'm bi-winning).  Joe here is a double winner because on his litter walk he found a spiffy golf club.  But the prizes will go to (as chosen by a random number generator on random.org):


1. Sarah
2. MissMOE
3. Joe
4. Ruralmama



Winners should send an email with your mailing address to bogflower at gmail dot com to claim your prize.

Whew!  So after all that excitement, what now?  Well, now I'm gearing up to participate in the Flats and Handwashing Challenge issued by DirtyDiaperLaundry.com.  Use only flat diapers and only handwash them for one week.

This news story inspired the challenge and is inspirational to me as well. 

Wordless Wednesday

I love Guinness

I've said it once and I'll say it again - I love Guinness.  No, no, not the drink.  Nasty, vile stuff.  I'm a wheat beer kind of a girl.  I mean the Guinness Book of World Records.

Amazing.

Who knew that Wo Zuyou could blow up a 6.33 inch diameter balloon with his eye in one minute?  Or that 1,470 is the most people who have ever flossed simultaneously on the same continuous piece of floss?

Guinness knew, that's who.

Chunky Lemon Soup

Soooo... yeah.  The lemon bars turned out not so much as bars and more like soup with a crust.  Totally my fault - I put them in too small of a pan so they were too thick to cook properly.  Instead they became (after chopping up the crust) chunky lemon soup.  Delicious, though leaving something to be desired in the texture department.  But we'll try this again, in a proper pan, and we may have a stellar gluten free lemon bar recipe for you yet.

Just not today.

Today I have chunky lemon soup.  Yum.

Merry Easterween! (A Dinnertime Tale)

Today was an overly ambitious day I think.  Spring does that to a body.  Today my mother and I grocery shopped (twice - we forgot some stuff the first time), made bread, made a full on turkey dinner with fancy pants dressing and lemon dessert, let the kids paint, made invitations for Ivy's 1st birthday party, played Blokus and even got the slaves, I mean children, to do some cleaning.  Bazinga!  Yes, you may call us the dynamic duo.

And what does turkey dinner make you think of?  Thanksgiving of course, and what comes after Thanksgiving?  Christmas of course.  So I decided today was as good a day as any to send out my 2010 Christmas cards.  Better late than never, right?  And the kids school and dance pics that had been collecting dust on top of my refrigerator.  Bazinga!  A little Easter suprise in the mail for the grandparents, thank you very much.

Let the Sun Shine, Let the Sunshine In

I haven't been blogging as much lately for a variety of reasons.  I can't seem to find time to whip up a decent post.  I feel like I need more time to craft something, not just slap together whatever falls out of my head in the five minutes my kids might allow me for blogging.  More importantly though, it's been nice out.  Sunny.  Warm.  And it has made me feel frisky and ambitious.


What have I been doing with all that frisk and ambition lately?  Not blogging, ha ha.

Tell Me Hank...

With another weighty religious holiday on the horizon, I've been thinking about family traditions and rituals.  One of my favorite traditions growing up was our Christmas tree.  We would tromp through the snow (we always tromped, never trudged, walked, scampered, or anything else - always tromping) and cut down a likely looking fellow, drag it home, then after decorating we'd have pizza under the tree.  Since we weren't the type to order pizza on any old lazy Friday night and food had to stay in the kitchen (and dinner at the kitchen table), this was something special indeed.

Another tradition was the annual "first day of school" picture in front of the front door.  Each picture was charmingly different - we got taller, lost teeth, gained teeth, got a new front door, and eventually moved to a new front door.