Random Rant - Hagglers, Bake Sale Bashers And Price Sticker Thieves...Oh My!

I have a love hate relationship with hosting a yard sale. Yesterday we had our Bodacious Yard & Bake Sale. On a positive note, all went well. While we had to contend with early morning dew, the rest of the day was gorgeous. Sun. No rain. Very little humidity. We had a ton of stuff to put out. A friend of ours assisted from early morning through the evening. At the end of the day, another volunteer helped lug boxes down to the basement. We still have a ton of stuff left over for our October Yard & Bake Sale. No donations needed. All items are priced. That shaves off a copious amount of prep work.

11 Reasons Why We'd Rather Stay Home With The Kids

Lisa and I don't go out much. By choice. Between work, spreading the biscuit love, and everything between, having no plans during the evening hours or weekend doesn't send us into crisis mode. There's no urgency to fill large gaps of unplanned time with activities away from home. On occasion, when we do leave the house together, it's not for very long and we don't go far.

Dinnertime Chaos

Dinnertime in our household can get slightly chaotic. I'm a vegetarian. Lisa is not. Our kids are not. I do not expect Lisa or the kids to conform to my vegetarian lifestyle. Our kid's meals are made fresh twice a day. Baked skinless chicken breasts or, on occasion, beef or turkey. Raw or steamed vegetables. Fruit. Whole grains. Twice a week, a dollop of Greek yogurt. Well balanced.

Random Rant: Mushy Middles And Day-Old Bread

For as long as I can remember, during the summer and fall months, I've purchased fresh produce and fall pumpkins at local farm stands. Back in the day, they weren't necessarily Farmer's Market events. The first "official" Farmer's Market I visited was in New York over 10 years ago. It was huge and took over 3 hours to walk through. I left with bags of fresh produce and other locally made goods from local farmers and artisans. For a while, it was my Saturday morning go-to.

Random Rant - Please Remember To Use Manners. Thank You.

Growing up, saying please and thank you was mandatory. If we didn't say please, we didn't get it. If we didn't follow through with a thank you, we weren't able to eat it, play with it, spend it, etc. Manners were not optional. Our vocabulary didn't include "I want" or "give me" or "buy me this." We didn't dare mutter those words. By some slim chance we did, two things immediately followed. The look. And...an ass whuppin'.

Power Tools And Dancing Don't Mix Well

This is the scene right now. Home office. Coco is pacing and barking at virtually everything. He doesn't like change. Over the past 3 years, we've switched rooms several times and rearranged the furniture on a dozen occasions. Each time, it jostles his routine and demeanor. Sophie is hiding under the bed. She doesn't much care for loud noises. Lobo is oblivious to everything. As long as he's got his 2 favorite Skinneeez and his beds and pillows haven't been disturbed, he's all set.