Chores, routines and frogs...

What is the difference between chores, routines and frogs?

Well to me a chore is work, a routine is some thing I do regularly and a frog is the thing I dislike doing the most.

And as frogs hop, they can change categories...

Some chores, routines and frogs need to be shared, while other's are often done alone.

For instance the Flag. It has rules to be followed and is some thing that requires at least 2 people to do properly;



Where laundry and changing the sheets can and often is done alone...




And then at the same time it is often done with help...

Some times these chores, routines and frogs can seem awfully large...

they may feel over whelming...

Some times you may need a rest between them to regroup, or to scream into a pillow and eventually move on...

Then if you keep plodding along you reach the end and can look at your accomplishments and progress...finding that some times things match up and some times they don't.

It is our efforts that count.

Breakfast can also be a chore, routine or frog...

This past month, dishes more often than not have been my frog...

I have tried to make them routine, they have been a chore most of the time. So I'm not really sure why or how they have become my frog lately

I may complain about them, but at the same time I thank God for them...

because if you have dirty dishes it means that you had food to eat...

So dirty dishes are a blessing. That, is why I'm trying to change that frog to a different area!

Chores, routines and frogs are not gender specific.

Nor are they confined to season's, location, or time frames...

Some times they are cold hard work...Some times they are enjoyable, and relaxing...some thing to look forward to...

Some times they even look like fun...

In the end, when all is said and done, having accomplished our chores, or our routines and getting that darned old frog out of the way.

We can look around and say it is good.

And we can go play!!

So eat your frog first thing in the morning and the rest of the day will be looking up...

Have a wonderful day!!!

In Memory

In memory of a lost friend...

The skirt...

I have had the directions to make this skirt for a very long time, not since the 60's-70's, only about a year.
But I do remember them as a teen, but then again-I also remember one of my sister's having a paper dress too. That always worried me a little...what would happen to it if it rained?!

But the wrap skirts?

I liked them then and I like them even more now!
They are really easy to make-I didn't even use a pattern-just pins. And it worked up really fast too.
Honey helped me. Ok he talked with me while I made it-not about sewing, but about important universal things like...those best ever burgers we got the recipe for from Pioneer Woman...and how he never thought he'd see the day when I would eat blue cheese-and like it...

So why do I like the wrap skirt you ask?

Well thank you.

I would enjoy telling why I like it-like it a lot--

it hides the bumpier places quite well-

It is very comfortable!!!

Please pardon the commode-it's the only room with a mirror large enough to accommodate...

It is long enough to keep me warm, or if I choose to have "tundra leg's" --who's gonna know?!

And, its also a pretty good "twirl skirt" and that is important when you are trying to impress this little Princess...

Who by the way likes it because it can also hide you like a tee pee--

I am planning to make more of them, for summer and winter and walking and porch sitting and...

some long, some not so long...

I may even twirl them when no one is around-just for the fun of it.

Be My Valentine

I was thinking last night about Valentines Day.

I remember when I was in elementary school we would plan a couple of week in advance to have a "room party". We would get an old shoe box, cereal box or other medium small box and decorate it with crepe paper and constructions paper hearts, flowers and other fancy things. We would each receive a list of the correct spelling of each person in our room, including teachers.

Then on the Day closest to Valentines, if it happened to fall on a week-end, or on Valentines Day itself~we would bring those boxes and the Valentines we had either made or bought and carefully written the names on~

There would be regular work in the morning and then after lunch and close to the end of the day we would clear our desks and place our Valentines Box in the middle of them. Then the room mother's would bring in cupcakes or cookies and punch. There would be games like "Thumbs Up~Heads up", "Pin The Tail On The Donkey" and others. Then we would have time to deliver our Valentines to each other.

In the evenings we would take around the Valentines we had for friends and neighbors.
The fun part about that was that we had to try to be very sneaky~You see we would sneak up to the front door, place our card on the door mat and either ring the door bell or knock~then you had to run like crazy so that you could be hidden before the door was opened.

I'm not sure why~as our names were on the cards...But it was great fun!! And we never went out at the same time as our neighbors~I wonder if the Mom's got together on that?

And since I'm not near as fast as I once was, I am delivering my Valentines cards to you this way...

Happy Valentines Day from Our House to Yours ~

May you know that you are Loved ~

Waking up the clothes line...

I have been longingly looking at my clothes line in the back yard all winter~

I have been thinking also that when I was little I remember gathering frozen clothes off the lines. They were so fun to get, because the ice would crack when you would fold them in half...then when they would thaw out mom or one of the older girls would iron them.

I could never really figure out why we would freeze dry the clothes in winter, but have to run out and gather them in during the summer if it started to rain?

I haven't hung anything out to be "freeze dried", but I did take out my first load of sheets yesterday!!!

Honey saw them out there and he remembers their clothes line as a child too~he said when he and his brothers got a little older and thought they needed pants dried faster than the line or "clothes horse" were capable of, they would use the oven to dry them~ He does recall a pair or two that got singed before he got the hang of it...

We LOVE the smell of clothes dried on the lines!

It's the smell of sunshine, breezes and childhood memories...

And yes, the cat's were right there helping me. I'm still not sure why cats don't think clothes can be properly hung without their help~but I like their company too...