i hate cleaning

i do. i hate it.
especially the fact that i'm the only #$*%^*$ person who $*%(*# cleans in the &#*(#& house. not only do i have to clean, but i have to attempt to *teach* others how to clean so that one day, when i'm dead, or sick, or birthing a child, i wont be the only one who knows how to put shit away.

honest. i'm so frustrated with BOTH of them. $*%&%^$!!!!!

messy, you have no idea how lucky you are.

long time, no bloggy bloggy

ok. its been a while.

but i'm back and i'm making crackers. yay me!

i have this thought (not really a theory. well maybe a theory) that we're so used to buying everything at the grocery store, that we forget that we can make them. really truely. we can. somebody had to. and to be honest, if somebody didnt make them, i dont think i want to eat them. i can't feel the love from the robot chutney.

anyway, back to my thought.

I think we all know someone who makes bread. maybe the grandmother, father, sister-in-law....whoever. thats not as far fetched as other things. but crackers. i'm very excited about these. i've more-or-less taken crackers out of our diet, mainly because its too expensive. and it can cause a big eco-footprint. (late july crakers are yummy, but they're from farther away than 100 miles, thats for sure) i figure when i get good at making crakers, i can expand my craker making ability. maybe make some cracked wheat, or cheese (for the young boy), who knows!! and way freakin cheaper anyway.

but its wierd how we dont really think about where our food comes from. its one thing to buy it all organic. but its another to buy an orgainc avacado from mexico that had to be trucked out here. not so good for the enviro. (and yes, i do buy them dammit.)

i find it frustrating, living this life with eyes open. once you start to look at one thing, you cant help but look at everything. and so you should as far as i'm concerned. i'm not a veggie, but i definatly like that i know that my animal friends were well looked after.

oh - before i forget, we might be going to work at a farm this summer. yay! how fun is that. ok. you might not think its very fun, but look at it like this: my kids get to experiance the country. we get to break bread with another earth-loving family, we get to SEE where our food comes from, and connect with it. i'm excited. we're going to be in a tent for a week, on a farm.

crazy.

ok, the timer went off.
crackers are ready!

oh - this is the website that i got it from. its a good read.

http://nomoregarbage.wordpress.com/2007/01/28/kitchen-party/

jen

push-button publishing, my ass.

i cant post a picture. i think that sucks, but whatever - i have more improtant things to think about.

hummmm...what is that exactly?

nick asked me today what i'm passionate about. i had to think about it. Ive been so stuck in getting the things done in my day that i needed to do, that i never really think about it. I spend my time being a housewife that i dont feel like i have time to discover such things. This conversation happily co-incides with my browsing on www.etsy.com looking for fantasticly unique handmade clothes. damn, so inspiring. i'd love to be able to make stuff like that. i'd love to be able to dress like that. Its awful upon realizing that i'm 30, and i have yet to find a personal style. i dont know who i am, i come across and frumpy, and as though i dont care about my wardrobe because i refuse to fit into "the norm". lets just say that i'm not a fashion diva - or have ever aspired to be. but i dont want to be frumpy either, i want to be comfortable and display who i am. why is that so hard - even at 30???

so thats my passion. creating. whether it be sewing for myself and my family, or knitting, or learing how to cook better. it is my passion.

um, thats great. how do i do that???