Thursday, January 28, 2010

Sisters





We can be a little strange.

And have pretty different tastes.

In every way possible.

Every single time.

Really.

We can be just slightly nontraditional,

unusual,

and silly.

Or short

or funny

or comfortable.
We just have different ways of doing things.


Like decorating.
*

We love this girl.


And this guy.

A lot.
In every photographically way possible.

And these guys.


Oh right, and these people!

You know.

It's pretty great.

The End.

* I should point out that the bobcat is Chad's, not Sara's, and she really does not like it and usually hides it in a back room.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Staying in

In preparation for tonight's light dusting of ice, I will buy olive oil, toilet paper, toothpaste, and maybe shampoo.

And then I will park my allergy-riddled body on the couch and indulge in arts and crafts projects.

Projects are along the lines of this:

And this:


And, of course, this:

The unfinished quilt is sitting in my blue chair, mocking my procrastinating ways, and scratching me with its pins when I do get around to working on it.

Ahem.

I mean, I cannot wait to finish the labor of love that was initially intended as a Christmas present to Cody!

And possibly (I hope! I hope! I hope!) super-glittery Valentines.

Get ready.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Frugality is delicious

We're out of olive oil.

Around this time last year, I read an article in Martha Stewart Living about buying olive oil in bulk. I thought this was just for people who cook an insane amount, or who have really big families. But Martha advised me to buy the big container (nearly a gallon), decant some into a bottle that's a more useable size, and store the big container somewhere cool.

As long as you use it up within 10 months or so, you should be fine.

So I did what she said.

Wouldn't you?

And we used it up in about 6 months.

Wow.

We were buying olive oil about once a month before. We could sometimes find a 12 oz. bottle for $7ish dollars, but usually for $8something.

We had just run out when I read the article, and we were gearing up for our no-spend adventure!, so we went for it.

We bought nearly a gallon of olive oil for around $25. We bought the second one a few months ago for $28.

Yes, we are apparently the kind of people who will spend $50 a year on olive oil. Be quiet. Unless a recipe specifically calls for vegetable oil (and sometimes in spite of that), we use olive oil.

Healthy hearts and good fats and all that business.

BUT: I did the math at the end of the year and discovered we could have spent $96 on olive oil if we'd stuck to our standard shopping methods. And then we would have had 11 more glass bottles to throw in the trash.

So. In conclusion, buying in bulk can work if you tend to cook in bulk; olive oil is great; my husband apparently cooks a lot; and even Martha Stewart thinks being cheap is a good thing (see what I did there?).

I will be buying more.

In case you're curious, the tins are usually on the bottom shelf directly underneath all of the bottle olive oil. They're usually not on sale, but they're usually still a better value.

PS: In keeping with the whole domestic-cooking-frugal-living-etc. theme, here is a picture of some tomato sauce.

We went to the grocery store Sunday night and Cody felt too tired and overwhelmed to pick out a jar of spaghetti sauce, so he went home and made his own after buying a couple of peppers and a little can of tomato paste.


I think it would have been cheaper if he had just bought a jar of Kroger's Ragu knock-off.

And I wouldn't have had to wash the skillet or cutting board.

But it probably wouldn't have tasted as good.

And we wouldn't have had a quart left over for spaghetti later in the week.

And, come on, look at it!

Monday, January 25, 2010

Sunday afternoon


I went to a baby birthday party for Cody's little cousin, Egan.
I love him.
He reminds me of a little alien baby, like Dallas.


It was pretty great.



Anna made a cake for us and a cake for Egan.


I like how the top part of the 'g' looks like a heart.


This was delicious.
And we ate it with Neapolitan ice cream.


Egan was nonplussed.
But aside from being confused about why everyone was at his house at once,
he seemed pretty pleased with the festivities.

For the most part, anyway.

He and his grandpa share birthdays.
And chips, apparently.

He didn't really care about the presents,
so Anna opened them for him.
She wore the hat for him, too.

He really liked all the party horns, though!

Even though he didn't quite know how to work them.

Grandma showed him.

We got him a Fisher Price phone.
It doesn't resemble any phone he's ever seen,
so he was a little confused.

So he ran it across the floor like a car.

He is certainly a one-year-old.

Happy birthday, big alien boy!