Currently Reading The Stolen Child By Keith Donohue see related

Excuse me.

How did it get to be July 1st? HOW??

That isn't what this post is about. This is about all those damn crafty bloggers. Homemade By Jill can do everything. And she does it well. This is the type that makes it seem easy, so you (by you, I mean me) go out and by crafting supplies and try. While I do have moderate success, I'll never be a Jill. My problem is the small details. Case-in-point: I was baking this evening, mixing, go along, then, I see that I need mini muffin pans and the liners for them. *sigh* Oh well.

Fireflies!

I just saw my first firefly of the season. I said, "Welcome firefly, please enjoy my yard." This firefly promptly flew to my neighbor's yard. So, I chased it and squished it. Hahaha firefly. Guess I showed it.*

*Parts of this story may or may not have been made up.

Currently Reading The Host: A Novel By Stephenie Meyer see related

Baking Soda, how do I love thee?

I've become fascinated with the amazing uses of baking soda. I clean my bathroom with it, I unclog my drains, and I add it to my laundry. I really need that book about all the fabulous uses. Plus, it fits in with all of my training from Frugal Frances. I mean, it is WAY cheaper then Liquid Plumber and it is earth friendly. How 2008 is that?

"Compromise can be banished. Sartorial perfection can be pursued with vigour."

So says my new found love, Francis Bown. He is delightful in the most absurd ways. (For instance he rates suits...and not just any suits.)

He travels all around the world and has such adventures. I wish I had an instance to utter such words as his.

"Croquet is, despite appearances, a vicious game. Given my sweet disposition, I therefore play it but rarely."

"Few can be the pleasures more intense than eating a dish of melon-flavoured ice cream while sitting at one of the square’s cafés (under the arcade, naturally) opposite the pink and white marble façade of the Basilica of San Petronio. "

I don't know when, I don't know how or why, but in some way, I will find a way to utter one if not both of these statements. I have a feeling the melon ice-cream statement may prove to be the more challenging of the two.

Sometimes, Frugal Frances just doesn't faze me and sometimes...

I called Frances and what was she doing? Pounding on a bottle of hand soap to get the last little bit.

I mean, yes, she talks about gas prices ALL of the time and she did tell me a story of getting barbecue sauce for 50 cents, but the soap? I wasn't prepared for that.