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30 days and counting

We put in our notice to the property management company last week.  Nothing motivates people quite like being notified that the house is going to be listed and to get ready to let people walk through it!  Yikes!

 

Yesterday we made a couple of trips to the storage unit.  You know, it’s surprising how much space the project car is taking up in there.  We’ve ended up filling that thing up with smaller items.  Oh, and happy day!  It has a flat tire!  I suppose we’ll get to fork over more cash to have it towed since there are no electrical outlets, otherwise we could swing by with the air compressor on moving day.  Oh well.

I am super excited!  Now, to make the best possible use of my time between now and close (which we are trying to have moved up a week)!

 

Happy New Year!


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Packing up

I don’t know about anyone else, but one of the biggest nuisances on a busy day, to me, anyway,  is figuring out what’s for dinner.  When we moved last time, I decided to do two things:

  1.  Set a clear end to our work day, and
  2. Pack End-of-the-Day boxes for the first few days.

Those two things went over well.  First of all, most people, or at least most people in this house, are task oriented appreciate a defined ending to the task at hand.  It was helpful for the kids to know when they could stop unpacking, etc. for the day.  For that move, the ended of the day was dinner time.  Second, each End-of-the-Day box contained almost everything needed for making a quick dinner and easy dessert.  I had a shopping list of  the perishables that were needed, but it was a short list and there was no thought needed by that time if we had not already picked up the necessary item or two.  I wish I had kept a list of the meals we did so that I could do it  without having to think it through all over again!!  Oh well.  Lesson learned.

Besides the meal, each box included snack foods and other treats that we don’t normally waste spend money on, table service,  everything necessary to prep and cook the food (cookware, utensils, oil, ) a dish cloth and towel for clean-up, and a dvd that we hadn’t seen in a while.  I believe I also put a game in one or more of the boxes just in case anyone was up for more than just sitting in front of the television.  The move was pretty emotionally draining for everyone, so I wanted to have something fun available just in case anyone was up for it.

We were all pretty tired that first day after being on the road all night, dragging stuff in from the trailer and setting up the basics, so all of us were ready to crash by dinner time.  The youngest, 14 years old at the time, liked the boxes and looked forward to opening them once that first box was revealed to them that first evening.  Middleboy had just been ripped away from his whole life so I think he had other things on his mind.   I don’t recall getting any feedback from him one way or the other.  Oldest didn’t come, but he likes fun surprises.   The Mister doesn’t do frills so it didn’t matter one way or the other to him as long as we didn’t starve to death. This time we aren’t moving a million miles from everyone and everything we know and love, so it’s not such a big deal, but we still need to eat, so I’m going to try to do it again just for the fun of it.

For the last move I packed sparkling grape juice.  My wise friends advised against it since carbonation, glass and bouncing around in the car are not a good combo, but I really wanted to have something special in the first box.  The week we moved, I placed it into two sealed garbage bags, wrapped it in a lot of bubble wrap and then nestled it into a bath towel inside the first day’s box.  It survived!  Yay!

Now to get some boxes and get busy!


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Oh, yeah. I do have a blog, don’t I.

I’m not sure if I have anything worth saying, but I do want to blurt out that we are moving again, and I am excited about it!  It is my hope that it will be the home of our grandparenting years.  :)  We’ll see what the Lord has in mind.

It seems like I was just blogging about all of the prep for the last move and hoping we would never. EVER. MOVE. AGAIN.

So much for that!

We’re buying a house closer to where The Mister’s new-ish job is.  It’s not a lot closer, but close enough to cut off some drive time and yet still not live in the parking lot that is Northern Virginia.

Lord willing, 58 days, dear reader.  58 days.

 

 


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Works for me Wednesday – Finally! A use for that pants hanger!

And no more wadded up ties!

At last!!  I finally have a way to use the pants hanger that has been hanging in our various closets for more than two decades!! I’m a big fan of space savers, but optimal pants “hangage” on this hanger is inconvenient at best.  It’s like a wrestling match to hang pants on it if there are already pants on there, and if the closet is full, forget it.

Our closets have always had to be used as Other Stuff storage, so they’ve usually been packed, and trying to lift multiple pairs of my husbands pants on one hanger with one hand while trying to make room between articles of clothing in an already tight space with the other hand is really challenging.  Basically, this hanger has been hanging empty for about 15 years. Prior to that, it held the pants that weren’t worth messing with the hanger to wear them!

Fast forward to a job change which required a wardrobe change and a new set of clothing storage issues.  I’m still not going to use that hanger for multiple pairs of pants.  They’re just too heavy.  Then it occurred to me that the tie situation wasn’t working and belts were always lying around, so maybe …

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The useless has become very useful!  The non-slip surface of the bars makes it possible to organize The Mister’s ties by color and they don’t slip over into a bunch on one side of the hanger or slide off onto the floor.  The belts also have a new home other than over the top of the chair – and then usually onto the floor!

And that’s what works for me!  If you’d like to see what works for others, check out the Works For Me Wednesday blog carnival at We are THAT Family.

Blessings!


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One Year Later … And Play-Doh

Well, moving day came and went. 

And then a whole year came and went.

Woooooow.  A lot of life happens over the course of a whole year.  It seems like just yesterday I was struggling to get out of bed in the morning as we prepared to leave everything that was familiar and known and comfortable and loved for everything that was unfamiliar and unknown and uncomfortable and not yet loved.  I like the new place, but one can’t lose so much and expect the New Place to replace everything one holds dear, regardless of how well liked it is.  It is not possible to transfer all of the feelings to the new place and to just keep on going as though nothing happened, though I did try that briefly.  I sure miss my friends and family, but I am glad to be here. 

Anyway, that’s enough about that. 

I’ve been in search of a less crumbly alternative to Play-Doh for our Awana Cubbies’ book time.  While each child works on verses with the lead teacher, the rest of the kids need something to do, so Play-Doh it is.  Messy, carpet wrecking, gluteny Play-Doh is a bit of a pain to deal with in that setting. 

Play-Doh contains gluten, so I wanted to find something that I could make that wouldn’t involve bringing gluten-y flour into my house.  I remember making something with glue and borax that was supposed to be like Silly Putty when my kids were little, and I thought it would be a good starting point.  That is neither here nor there.  In my search for recipes for something fun yet less messy to play with, I’ve come across a few that were labeled gluten free.  The point here is that commenters wonder why in the world it matters if it is gluten free since it isn’t supposed to be eaten. 

Why does it matter whether something is gluten free which is intended for little people who are known for putting inedible stuff into their mouths and for not washing their hands before doing so?    Hmm … well, mainly it matters because little kids put edible and inedible stuff into their mouths and don’t necessarily wash their hands before they do it.   In other words, if a child with gluten issues plays with Play-Doh and then eats a snack, their natural inclination is to go from one activity to the other without de-glutening first. it’s very likely that they will ingest gluten. 

If there’s a possibility of ingestion, we care about gluten content.  Thankfully, none of our Cubbies have gluten issues, so we stuck with Play-Doh tonight, but I am interested in other alternatives.

I hope you have a blessed day, and if you’re in the path of winter storm Titan, a warm one in spite of it!

 


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Moving day is in sight!

I can’t believe it.  The day I have been impatiently awaiting for over a year, and in some ways, much, much longer, is almost here!  I am so excited!

And sad.

But mostly excited!

But definitely sad.

I’m going to miss my friends and family.  And while I’ll miss my family, I think I’ll miss my friends more.  You’re born into your family and they can’t forget you. They are obligated by blood to stay in touch with you.  Friends are under no such obligation, and though I would wish for my best girlfriends to deeply mourn my leaving, to become despondent even,  I know it would be unfair to them to expect that.   Besides, they are the type of ladies that people like and who can never be without friends, even if they wanted to.

Oh, and I would like to share a pet peeve.  I try not to gripe about things on here because griping just kinda stinks up the place, but I do want to share this one thing because I think ladies need to be aware of how our words and behavior impact others.

I can’t stand it when women gush all over Facebook or in real life about who their best friend(s) is(are), how great it is to spend time with them, and how many fun and wonderful things they do together.  I think that is incredibly rude.  It’s like telling every other woman in the world, and more importantly, in your circle of acquaintance, that she is not your best friend.  Women don’t have to be told that we’re not your best friend, but every woman should be treated as though it’s a blessing to be in her presence.   There’s so much isolation and loneliness in the world of women.  Why add to that?

I don’t have one best friend, I have a few.  They are each precious jewels and there’s no comparing them.  They are fantastic human beings in their own right.

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