You can see that we are busy, busy people here in the Land of Origin, where the skies are deep blue, the soil is always rich, and the yard is always a mud pit from Hades. Below, view the latest home improvement that Superguy has been working on: enclosing what had been the weedy, rocky, littered, rutted ruins of a garage apron. We hope that having this enclosed will give us a few more feet for our Mud Reclamation Project.
Saturday is when the hearts of all women turn toward baking. At least, in this house. And so, Sweetums and Kewpie are at work making two loaves of healthy, yummy banana bread. These are currently perfuming the household while they bake.
Meanwhile, you may wonder, is Thrifty Frugal Cheap-Like-Scrooge Messy Bessy doing anything to help her family eat well, and if so, does it only involve the grocery store? Mais non, my little friends. Here you can see that we have transplanted the seedlings that began life under the grow lights in the basement. These are pumpkins.
Disregard the weeds. (This is a GNoM garden anyway. We've got weeds.) Instead, focus on the tulips, which predate us in this location! They come up year after year, to gladden the heart of Messy Bessy as she stands gazing out the spattered window at the Guilt No More sink, washing a mountainous pile of nasty pots and pans.
Also, note the two rhubarb plants. An older lady who lives down the block had a massive number of the plants and knew that I love rhubarb, and so she gave me a couple. She wanted me to take more, but frankly, I don't have any more room! And I myself, with my trusty shovel, went over there and just dug these babies out of her dirt and inserted them in mine! And they grew! It's like a miracle!
Anyway, I ended up running out of steam, and furthermore, there is always laundry, like my evil familiar (instead of a black cat, I have a basket of filthy socks). So Fifi went out and showed how much her paternal grandmother's talents have found a home in her: she planted our pea shoots and strung twine for them to climb, she planted nastertiums and tried to revive our sorry little tomato seedlings. Wow. The yard looks great!
Saturdays are so happy when there's sun and a lot of kids to just work. At the end of the day, we're going to have a clean yard, banana bread, and a semi-planted garden.
And my input? Moral support!!!!
If this chair were a sickness, it would be psoriasis.
Isn't this cute? Casper and Bootsie, curled up together. They're best friends! Amazingly, Casper jumped right up there, onto Buster's top bunk. He's got skills.
But this is even cuter, isn't it? Here's Truckster, snuggling with Casper under the blankets. You'd think he might mind the bad breath. But Casper seems not to mind anything!
Casper is also a very intelligent dog. He uses Truckster's electronics set. Look at that. He's completing a circuit! Arrf!
Saturday is when the hearts of all women turn toward baking. At least, in this house. And so, Sweetums and Kewpie are at work making two loaves of healthy, yummy banana bread. These are currently perfuming the household while they bake.
Meanwhile, you may wonder, is Thrifty Frugal Cheap-Like-Scrooge Messy Bessy doing anything to help her family eat well, and if so, does it only involve the grocery store? Mais non, my little friends. Here you can see that we have transplanted the seedlings that began life under the grow lights in the basement. These are pumpkins.
Disregard the weeds. (This is a GNoM garden anyway. We've got weeds.) Instead, focus on the tulips, which predate us in this location! They come up year after year, to gladden the heart of Messy Bessy as she stands gazing out the spattered window at the Guilt No More sink, washing a mountainous pile of nasty pots and pans. 
Anyway, I ended up running out of steam, and furthermore, there is always laundry, like my evil familiar (instead of a black cat, I have a basket of filthy socks). So Fifi went out and showed how much her paternal grandmother's talents have found a home in her: she planted our pea shoots and strung twine for them to climb, she planted nastertiums and tried to revive our sorry little tomato seedlings. Wow. The yard looks great!
Saturdays are so happy when there's sun and a lot of kids to just work. At the end of the day, we're going to have a clean yard, banana bread, and a semi-planted garden.
This was one of the Bataan Death March of photos on Easter morning. Truckster just could not resist the temptation to make faces, and Fifi has her maternal grandmother's trick of always having her eyes closed (or almost closed) for any photo. Here is a pretty good one. Check out Buster's tie -- it's not a clip-on!
Easter eggs drying.
The choristers getting ready to go praise God with their voices. And boy, was Our Lady of Many Large Families packed! It looked like a Chevy Express convention in the parking lot. (As a side note, from where I was standing, this appeared to be the Easter of Women in Tight White Dress Slacks. There were three just in my view. Why was I not alerted? I just wore a beige sweater skirt. Hopelessly unfashionable. Of course, Tight White Dress Slacks would look ridiculous on my pregnancy-mashed figure. But it would have been nice to have gotten the memo!)
