Glamorous Saturday

(First, hello there, letter writers!  There are more of you than I thought there would be--very exciting!  [If you don't know what I'm talking about see this post.]  I'm still taking names/addresses until midnight Tuesday, so if you want to sign up there is still time.  Also, there were a few people who did not send me their address [I have emailed you back if you are one, otherwise you can assume everything is good].  If you are one of those people, please get back to me 'soon as you can if you still want to play!  On to the news of the day....)

Was chatting with Nice Mom Saturday night, telling her about our day.  She teasingly, sarcastically said something along the lines of, "Sounds like you guys had a glamorous day."

I'll let you be the judge.


We went to breakfast at our favorite place, and then walked Sweet Husband to work.  The Kiddo and I then went to the library, where he discovered the lego table was nice to bang things on and I got a new stack of books.  (Did you all know Margaret George has now done Elizabeth I?  Haven't started it yet, but George is probably my favorite historical fiction author.  Also got Astrid and Veronika, which lots of people seem to be enjoying lately.)

The Kid and I eventually went home and napped and lunched.  Then, when Sweet Husband got home, we all walked to the park, where I pushed the Kid "too high" on the swing.  (He didn't seem to mind, but his dada got a little nervous, so we scaled it back.)  We were going to check out the other equipment when some Big Kids invaded, and everyone with a child under five suddenly left.  I thought we should probably leave too...they did look...well, big.

So we went home again and had a nice little thrown together dinner.  I mixed some leftover beans with some spicy pork.  We couldn't decide if it was a sort-of white chili or "upscale pork and beans"?  Whatever it was, I want to make it again.

 Then I made chicken stock.  Well, I had been making chicken stock all day, but I jarred it up.  

There's always a fine line as to the number of jars in our house.  Some days we have so many that I'm tripping over them, but then it comes time to can tomatoes or make chicken stock and we never have enough.  Saturday night I considered putting out an all call on Facebook, "Free chicken stock, bring your own container!"  

Fortunately it didn't come to that, but it was dicey for a minute there.  I had to draw on every jar and lid in my arsenal, and pack the freezer like a, freezer packer.


A stack of thrilling new books, a death defying swing, battling over the playground, the drama of my cupboard...and a gourmet meal to boot?  That sounds glamorous to me!  ;)