The Desert Life

Hi friends! We’re back from our whirlwind tour of Central Oregon, aka visiting the fam. Along with two family get-togethers and plenty of wild animal sightings (deer, quail, and friendly neighborhood piddle bugs), Brian and I partook(?) of the grandparental babysitting opportunity and snuck out for a windy, twilight-y game of tennis and a feast of beer and nachos at the local pub one night. Ahh, simple (and cheap) pleasures.



Anyway, we came home to a house free of angry kitty bombs (yay!) but piled high with dust bunnies. I don’t know if it was this awesome preserving class that I took before we left, the pleasure of staying in a spotless home (both my mother- and grandmother-in-law put that june cleaver slacker to shame), or the fact that my blogging buddy slash cousin extraordinaire is visiting tomorrow, but I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to be domestic.
(Edit: we found two angry kitty bombs hidden behind the couch this morning. kitty is getting stealthy in her revenge tactics!!)



So I took advantage of this rare opportunity by putting on some jeff tweedy, rolling up my sleeves and…making a list. But topped that magical little list with “clean entire house” and then set to it. TGFL.



I’m also re-energized on the crafting front and have a multitude of small projects in mind that I’m pretty excited about. This one here in particular that I finished the embroidery in the car. Carsickness: what doesn't make you puke makes you stronger, right? Ugh.



But, first things first. Gotta go catch up on blogs, clean some more and plan a veggie fest for cousin Ryan since he refused to eat the quinoa salad and black bean brownies that I made for the fam-fests. May the force of veggies be with you, cousin Ryan.