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blog clean up

As with everything else in my life this time of year, it’s time to clean up my blog. I’ll be cleaning up tags and categories from previous posts over the next few weeks.

While this will go unnoticed for most of you, anyone with my blog linked to an RSS feed reader may see some old posts pop up as new. Not exactly sure why that happens, or what triggers certain ones to refresh as “new” and others to stay where they first originated, but that’s what you get. So, feel free to read or ignore these old posts as desired.

By the way… I’ve just discovered something exciting… I’ve been “pinned”!! And I didn’t even originate these pins! So fun. I <3 Pinterest. See my pins here. (If you need an invite to Pinterest, email me at – I’d be happy to send you one!)


exercise: bounce with me

I wouldn’t say I’ve given up on my rebounder, I’ve just fallen horribly out of habit. In fact, I’ve fallen out of most of the exercise habits I’d established before our trip to hawaii. Being gone for nearly two weeks really puts a crimp in routines.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve managed to get some exercise in over the past few months. Pulling C to and from preschool in her wagon, a couple long walks with a friend, other miscellaneous bits here and there. But really, it’s nowhere near the level I was at before our trip. Bikini weather really is a fantastic motivator for exercise.

My thinking is that the rebounder lived up to the hype. My abs were flatter, legs were toner and I felt more fit overall when I was using it daily. Although I don’t seem to be gaining weight from lack of exercise, I don’t feel as good overall, and I really dislike that. Rebounding is supposedly wonderful for flushing your lymphatic system when you do the “health bounce” (a bounce where your feet don’t leave the mesh). This one is a no brainer, no sweat, easy bounce you can do while watching tv. And, yet, I haven’t gotten back on the horse yet, even with the incredibly simple stuff. Routines are so easy to break – why aren’t they just as easy to step back in to?

Today was the day to end my laziness and get moving again. I’m sitting on the exercise bike as I write this. It’s not the rebounder (yet), but it’s a step in the right direction. In the past, my rebounding indulgence was watching all the guilty pleasure shows that Ben can’t stand. Shows like Glee, Pretty Little Liars and Revenge. Yup, I’m not ashamed to admit that I enjoy trash tv on occasion. I’m incredibly behind on all of these shows right now, though, because I haven’t been bouncing.

My goal for tonight – 15 minutes on the rebounder. Watch some crap tv, then collapse on to the couch with a nice cup of tea. The tough part is remembering to do this before it’s time to get ready for bed. Most nights, I crawl into bed thinking, “Oh, yeah, I was going to exercise today”. Then, yawwwwn, “Maybe tomorrow.”

I’m seriously considering making a chart where I can give myself gold stars for exercising. If it works for kids chores, it should work for me, too, right? Hmmm… what should my reward be? Perhaps a new item of clothing…

What about all of you? How do you keep on track? What motivates you?

the gray

I love black and white. It’s the gray I’m not such a big fan of.

In the accounting world, many mistakes are black and white. An incorrect equation, excel formula gone awry or just a simple math error. The shades of gray come in the form of interpretation of rules and pronouncements, which can vary greatly, often making two different answers “correct”. One may be “more correct” than another, but argue each effectively, and there you have it – two correct, through vastly different, answers.

I appreciate the black and white. It comes with a straight forward, finite solution. The analysis is objective, so when a mistake is found, it’s a bit easier to swallow that, yeah, I messed up. The gray keeps things interesting, but admitting you were wrong comes with far more frustration. The very fact that the gray areas require subjective analysis means that someone else is deeming whether your work is worthy.

In the bigger picture of life, mistakes shape who we are. We are constantly surrounded by shades of gray. Whether society views your actions as mistakes or you do, the stigma remains. The next time, perhaps you approach things more carefully, or try to avoid risky situations altogether. Live and learn, right? Car accidents lead to a driver slowing down a bit, checking blind spots more carefully, giving more notice to approaching traffic that, ‘Yes, I am breaking now. Please prepare to stop.’

In the professional world, performance reviews are an objective way to evaluate mistakes and learn from them. And, interestingly, it seems you learn the most from the bad reviews. The ones where you’ve messed up. The good reviews don’t give you much insight in to your areas of improvement. The negative aspect of reviews (or “constructive criticism” as the more politically correct would refer to it) is what sticks in your head. Whether you agree or not, someone judged you and found you lacking. It doesn’t matter if ninety percent of your review was phenomenal, you focus on that ten percent where you could have done better. The sad thing is, the reviewer most likely focuses on the bad as well. Think of an employee from the past; one you’ve given both good and “constructive” reviews to, and tell me, what do you remember of them? Their stellar work? Or the fact that they took advantage of office leniency by coming in late, taking long lunches and spending too much time on personal phone calls? As much as they may have offset the “bad” behavior, that’s what sticks with you. That’s what gave you headache. That’s what gave you stress.

Maybe we’re designed to retain the bad feelings as a sort of safety mechanism for ourselves. Or maybe we’re just better at holding grudges than subscribing to a “forgive and forget” mentality. Either way, it’s probably not going to change any time soon.

Isn’t it crazy how I can find an accounting or work analogy to relate to any part of life? I definitely need to get back to work. :)


Some of you may already know this, but I danced as a kid. Not just ‘listening to the music and dancing along’ dance, but real, professional, twice annual (sometimes more) recitals kind of dance. I guess most girls do this as a kid. For me, though, it was a passion. Tap dance was my favorite – the style I enjoyed the most and continually returned it. It was something I loved. I lived and breathed dance. For seven years, I took professional lessons. From 3 years old until I was 9. Then, when finances got tight and dance class prices got exorbitant, I quit classes and continued to dance on my own at home. I entered talent shows at school with friends, teaching them little tap dance routines, choreographed feet and arm work with my mom’s help. It was fun.

yup, that's me!

I picked it up again when I first moved to the Sacramento area, about eight years ago. I took an adult evening tap class, and thoroughly enjoyed it. I started in the beginning class, because it had been so long since I’d taken lessons, but the teacher soon asked me to move on the the advanced class, as I progressed quickly in the beginner class. For a while, Thursday nights were my happy place – my sanctuary. Eventually, work got in the way of lessons and once again, dance left my life.

Enter C. Her current schedule includes a “Baby Ballet” class, which we started her in last August. She LOVES it. She practices at home, and tries to direct me to do the same steps as her. Plié, chasse, arabesque… it’s really quite cute. I was never big in to ballet, just a smattering here and there, so it’s awesome to learn some of these steps along with her.

Through C’s ballet class, an interesting opportunity presented itself. Her dance instructor needed another teacher to fill in when she was out. She asked if I’d be interested, offered to train me and pushed me to join her dance group. I was more than intrigued. With C now in preschool a few days a week, I have more time available to pursue work again. Though this isn’t my area of specialty, it is something I really enjoy… or, at least, enjoyed. It peaked my interest. I thought a lot about the opportunity at hand, debating whether it was something I wanted to do.

At the end of the day, I decided to pass on the dance instructor opportunity. It wasn’t steady work by any means, and it would mean a LOT of work both to catch up on my rusty dance skills and to learn how to effectively teach toddlers and preschoolers. A challenge I’m just not sure I’m up to these days. However, the soul-searching that came with this opportunity shed some light on one of my long forgotten sources of happiness – dance. It inspired me to dust off my tap shoes, search out a local class and get back in to it. I’m excited about this one!

i <3 farmer’s markets

Ok, so I’m doing an about face on my previous statement about farmer’s markets, how it just wasn’t realistic that I would go. I’ve discovered that I love them, and now can’t imagine my life or kitchen without them now.

The idea became less foreign to me while we were in Hawaii. The farmer’s market just a short walk away from our condo made it easy to obtain fresh fruits and veggies. In fact, the nearest grocery store was easily a ten minute drive away, so the market became our staple during the week. The fact that we walked along a beautiful beach to get there didn’t hurt, either. We had a constant supply of fresh fruits and veggies during our trip. Our initial trip to Costco set us up for the first few days, but the market kept it going and provided excellent variety that Costco just couldn’t compete with. In short, we got spoiled.

So, upon our return, when I stumbled upon a local farmer’s market, it was as if the universe was handing me exactly what I was looking for. Fresh fruits and veggies at great prices. Picked at their peak and locally grown, this truly is the way to go. The only downside? The market I found was on Tuesday mornings. Sure, it works for now, while I’m not working, but what about when I go back to work? That’s where the Saturday market comes in to play…

The Saturday market at Sunrise Mall is A.MAZ.ING. A stunning array of produce for fantastic prices. Better than the Tuesday market. I went over my $25 budget, but I had a few splurge items that I didn’t count towards the total…

Beets $1.50/bunch

Chinese broccoli $1/bunch

Broccoli Rabe (leaves) $1/bunch

Kale $1/bunch


Radishes $1/bag

Leeks $1/bunch

Spinach $1/bunch




Eggs $5.50/flat – seriously? An amazing price for free range, hormone and pesticide free eggs.




Total spent so far? $13. For a large bag of food. Large enough that I had to go out to my car to drop things off before I could pick up the eggs.

As for my splurge purchases?

Strawberries (1/2 flat) $16 – pesticide free. Yes, these were a bit spendy, but I really wanted strawberries, and had yet to find organic ones for a decent price.



Pomegranate marinade for $7. The thing with this marinade, though… I bought it a few years ago when it was demo’ing at Whole Foods. I loved it. Got it home, looked at the ingredients and saw high fructose corn syrup fairly high on the list. What? Really? At Whole Foods? I usually check for stuff like this, but the demo guy was touting how awesome and natural this stuff was, so I didn’t think to look. I hung on to the bottle, thinking I might use it some day, but never did. Friday night (the night before the market), while cleaning out the fridge, I finally decided to let this bottle of sauce go. I’d held on too long. I was never going to use it. I poured it out and tossed the bottle.

Saturday, the universe once again handed me my request on a silver platter. The same people had a stand at the market. When I stopped by and checked out the bottles, I was happy to see the high fructose corn syrup gone from the list, replaced by cane sugar and molasses. Much better. I commented to them how glad I was to see that horrid stuff gone from the ingredients, and then forked over the $7 to buy a new bottle. Yay!

Ignoring the $7 I spent on the bottle of marinade, my tally was $29 for produce and eggs. Considering eggs aren’t something you normally get from a CSA box anyway, I was just under our $25 budget for produce. And I didn’t even make it all the way through the market. I’m excited to go back again and see what else they have.

A side note… I know I posted this link before, but it’s worth sharing again… Find your local CSA, farmer’s markets, farms and ranches. Get on board with the whole buying local movement and check it out. All the cool kids are doing it.

going to extremes

I have a hard time doing things halfway. That pretty much goes for anything I do. Unless I can do something well and with gusto, I have very little motivation to try it at all. This really isn’t that great of a trait to have. Sure, it works to satisfy that “what’s your biggest weakness?” question that interviewers invariably get around to asking, but it has its downfalls. It goes in hand with perfectionism, which can drive me absolutely crazy. Again, unless I can do it right, efficiently and with style, I’m just not satisfied. I want to excel and do something well more than I actually want to accomplish something. The drive is to be the best, even if it takes me three times longer than the average Joe to get there. See where the problem lies?

It’s all fine for projects that I know will be repetitive. In that case, setting up a best method approach makes a lot of sense. Spend more time more to make your job easier in the future. I’ve received praise and accolades for doing things this way – when it’s worked out well in the end. The issue is with those one-off projects that will never repeat, and never be the same. In that case, an “ends justify the means” approach is much more readily acceptable. Getting things done quickly (while still maintaining accuracy) is the most valued method.

This mentality stretches into my every day life. When I start something new, I approach it with full force. It’s that initial design and discovery phase that I most love. Once I have things up and running, the redundancy is mundane to me. At first gung-ho, then a slow down (or more realistically, a halt) when I lose interest. This applies to food, exercise, recycling, composting, activities, hobbies and anything else you can think of.

So, here I am, bouncing from one side of the pendulum to the other, unwilling or unable to find a satisfying middle ground. It’s frustrating. It would be nice to enjoy the redundancy, but really, once the learning curve is gone, so is the excitement. Or maybe that’s just me? Maybe this just another form of having itchy feet and never feeling satisfied?

I had to complete a Gallup personality assessment several years ago for a job. One of the top traits assigned to me was “Maximizer”, which basically meant I was always searching for ways to make things better, rather than just sticking with status quo. Paired with other personality traits like “Analytical” and “Achiever” and it’s a no brainer that I am seemingly incapable of leaving things alone. Just ask my friends. If we’re close enough, there’s probably at least one part of your house I’ve rearranged at some point. Be it your fridge, your spice rack, your kitchen cabinets or your furniture, in one way or another, I’ve tried to “help”. This is why I say that it’s limited to those I’m close to, because not everyone views this sort of thing kindly. Those who know me well know I don’t do it out of malice or because I find them lacking in some way. Rather, the idea strikes and I know they’re willing to listen and give it a shot. Or, in the case of rearranging my dear friend’s spice rack, I was cooking and had several hours to myself in her home. It wasn’t premeditated, it just happened. Yes, sometimes it feels a bit imposing, but some ideas just won’t get out of my brain until I’ve addressed them.

No specific point to this entry. Just rambling tonight.

what happened?

I swear it was only 9:30 when I last checked. And yet, the hours have slipped by… sneaky things that they are. The projects I hoped to get done, the early bed time I hoped to see, all for naught.

It’s not as though I sat around all evening twiddling my thumbs. I was actually quite productive. I sorted through canned goods in our pantry to pull expired items, searched through our fridge to determine what items needed to be cooked/tossed/frozen, prepping said items in baggies (freezing to cook next week), then powered through the pile of dishes in the sink (all the cooking and prep projects left the kitchen in a post hurricane state).

I’m trying to be better with the meal planning and reducing spoilage in our house. It’s a shame to have things go to waste when they could have easily been moved to the front of the cooking rotation or prepped and frozen for future use. We got an extra freezer for the garage about a year ago to help facilitate meal planning. We found ourselves constantly running out of freezer space in our pull out freezer (attached to our fridge) and there was no way we were storing any bulk items in there. Even storing leftovers in the freezer was a challenge. Things had to be tetrised in to make it work. The fact that our ice maker takes up a quarter of the freezer doesn’t help things. But, I love having an ice maker, so it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.

Back to the extra freezer thing… it’s been awesome. When I’m at the store, I can buy frozen items with confidence. Knowing there’s a place for them at home. Same thing with making extra food at dinner – I know we can always freeze leftovers. I just haven’t been great at planning.

A few nights ago, I decided to take inventory of everything we had in our extra freezer. From the beginning, I had things sorted based on food groups. Desserts and fruits on the top shelf, carbs and prepared foods on the next shelf, veggies on the next, and proteins on the bottom. The door holds things like extra butter, frozen herbs, ice packs and any overflow that couldn’t fit on the shelves. So, taking account of everything in the freezer actually wasn’t that daunting of a task. I had the brilliant idea that I could write our inventory out on the front of our white freezer with a dry erase marker. Pretty nifty idea, eh? It actually worked really well. Until C saw me “drawing” on the freezer, got some dry erase markers and decided to help. It still worked out ok – she took the bottom half of the freezer and I continued to record the contents of the freezer on the top half.

One thing I discovered while sorting through everything? There are certain items, like peas, that I buy way too much of. I think I was on a pea buying kick because C liked them, so each time I went to the store, I bought peas. Wanna guess how many bags of peas we had in our freezer? Six. Yes, six. That’s not even counting the bag we already had opened in our kitchen freezer. Time to start eating more peas, I guess.

It’s nice to know what’s in the freezer outside. Even better to have it available at a glance. Ben looked at me like I was a bit crazy when he saw my inventory documentation on the freezer door. I know, it’s a little extreme. But, really, dry erase is awesome for something like this, where inventory is changing daily and you want a quick and easy way to update. It’s easier than paper – just wipe off what you’ve taken out, or spend 30 seconds to write what you’ve added. It’s not as if I alphabetized it all… although that’s actually not a terrible idea.

I’m hoping to do better with meal planning. I’ll let you know when I do. :-)

too much coffee

mmmm... coffee

I tried a new recipe for cold pressed coffee yesterday. It had to steep for 8-12 hours, but ended up steeping more like 20+ by the time I got up in the morning. Really, I just didn’t want to deal with straining and cleaning everything before heading to bed Monday night. So, Tuesday morning when I got up, my cold pressed coffee awaited me.

I filled a mason jar with ice, poured in about half milk and half coffee, added a lid and straw (isn’t the lid cute? more on that later), then sipped the stuff most of the day… ending up with about a 3 cup tally by 5pm. This is after being off coffee entirely for the past few weeks. I haven’t been dependent on the stuff since before I was pregnant with C, and drink it occasionally now, but I can’t remember the last time I had caffeinated stuff.

I felt energized today. Good. I got a lot done, but definitely felt a little scattered brained. No matter, my energy level seemed to make up for my lack of focus, still getting things accomplished and feeling like I was moving forward. Got things moved around inside and outside of the house, read books to C, gave her a bath, got some other miscellaneous projects done. All in all, feeling pretty good about the day.

Until bedtime. My normal bedtime came and went, and I was none the wiser. I’d gotten on a cleaning kick with this new cleaning mixture, and found myself scrubbing the bathroom sink and shower at 11pm. Soon, it was 11:30 and I was still plugging away, on to the next project and finding various things to keep myself occupied. I felt tired, sure, but wasn’t ready to go to bed yet. I tinkered around on pinterest for a while, then I cleaned up some categories and tags in my blog. Around 1:30am, I decided I was ready for some sleep and headed to bed. And then I laid there. And laid there. And laid there some more. I tried meditating. I tried counting sheep. Nothing was working. Finally, I gave up and decided to blog about it. So, here I am. Blogging at 2:45 am. Not happy about it, but awake, nonetheless.

It really was a rather delicious recipe, and I’m happy to have tried it… I just should have avoided that third cup at 3pm. Next batch? Decaf. Maybe I’ll make it tonight… since I’m already awake and all.

Curious about how I made cold pressed coffee? Here are the steps…

1. start with ground coffee of choice (8 oz) and a large pot of water (2 qts). I used some kona coffee we brought back from hawaii. It was only a 7 oz bag, but I figured it was close enough.

2. dump coffee in to water (or the other way around)

3. stir.

4. cover and keep at room temp and wait 8-12 hours (or 20, like I did... either way. I've heard 24 hours is really the best for cold pressed coffee, but I don't have anything else to compare with so far.)

5. use cheese cloth and a fine mesh sieve to strain the coffee from the grounds. I used a mesh netting bag I have for juicing, and quadrupled the layers. It worked just fine. The grounds? compost or sprinkle in your garden (see our gross compost bowl in the background?)

6. pour a cup over ice, add some milk and honey... then enjoy!

This should keep (refrigerated) for 2-3 weeks.

Cold Pressed Coffee

  • 8 oz ground coffee (strong coffee works best)
  • 2 quarts filtered water
  1. start with ground coffee of choice (8 oz) and a large pot of water (2 qts).
  2. dump coffee in to water (or the other way around)
  3. stir.
  4. cover and keep at room temp and wait 8-12 hours.
  5. use cheese cloth and a fine mesh sieve to strain the coffee from the grounds.
  6. pour a cup over ice, add some milk and honey… then enjoy!
The exposure on my phone camera has gone a little wacky… my apologies for some of these pictures being overexposed. I’m in the process of trying to debug the issue.
Here’s the original recipe I made this from. Thanks for another delicious recipe, Pioneer Woman!


Alright, I give. I’ve hopped on to the latest and greatest band wagon… And. I’m. Hooked. (see my pinterest page here)

If you haven’t heard of it, Pinterest is a collection of anything and everything you can find on the internet. Lots of photos, links to recipes, complete randomness, links to blogs, links to videos… anything you like, you can put a “pin” in it and place it on one of your virtual bulletin boards. A neat concept, really. It takes ideas I’ve seen before, such as Kaboodle and Digg and puts it all in a clean, easy to use and rather catchy interface. You can follow friends to see what they’re pinning or just check out the current hotness on pinterest.

Here’s where it falls a bit short. My main complaint is that all of your boards are public. You don’t have the option to create a private board for collecting links to things you don’t necessarily want to share with the rest of the world. Because not everyone needs to know what I like or dislike on the internet.

So, like I said, pinterest is a collection of anything and everything. Here are some of my favorites…

Off topic… I have a slew of draft blogs in the queue that need pictures and editing before they can be finalized and posted. The rest of the Hawaii trip is among those. Sorry I’ve been slacking on getting those up. Adding photo links is my least favorite part of blogging, but I want to get the pics up with the posts. I feel like they add so much to the vacation posts. Thank you for being patient with me. :)

That’s it for tonight. Now, to get back to pinning…

spring cleaning, 2012 style

It’s that time of year again, folks. That’s right… spring cleaning (insert dramatic music here – dun, dun, duuuun….).

We’re throwing ourselves in to things full force. After bringing home about ten boxes of stuff from my parents garage a few weeks ago, and subsequently sorting through them to discover all sorts of miscellaneous stuff, it prompted me to expand the cleaning and organizing project a bit more. One might even put it in “frenzy” territory.

Given an extra fifteen hours a week (while C is in preschool), I’ve managed to make pretty good progress on sorting and planning things out. This past weekend was the big push. We pairing down the play room to essentials (although I’m not certain you can really consider toys “essentials”), getting rid of the things we don’t use in there (namely, the tv & tv stand) and moving our office stuff in to the space. This will give us our guest room back, something we’ve missed having. I doubt we’ll have a permanent bed in there, given how infrequently we have guests, but having private quarters with room for an air mattress (and a nice one, at that!) will satisfy our needs. It’s been disappointing to have to put people up various places throughout the house (the playroom, the living room, we even blew up the air mattress in C’s room once – before she was born). Even though our overnight guests are few and far between, we like them to feel comfortable when they stay! We’ve entertained the idea of a futon or pull out sofa, but really, the air mattress is a more comfortable and cheaper (considering we already own one) option anyway.

So, what’s my process for spring cleaning? Let me lay it out for you. When I’m going through closets, boxes, whatnot, I ask myself a few simple questions, which will ultimately determine the fate of the item in question.

1. Have I used it in the past year? AND, will I use it again in the next year?

  • If both are yes, and it’s something I want to save, go no further. Put this one in the “keepers” pile.
  • If either of those questions is no, keep going…

2. Is it special/useful enough to save? (will it bring me value? – be it joy, time savings or money)

  • If no, get rid of it.
  • If yes, keep going…

3. Do I have space to put/store it?

  • If yes, put in “keepers” pile.
  • If no, grab a photo of it for nostalgia purposes and consider if I really need to keep it.

4. Is it really special/useful enough to save?

  • If I’m still pondering this question at this point, I’ll usually put whatever it is in to a “come back to it later” pile. Then, if I find I have done a great job of sorting through other things, and have cleared out enough space to find a home for this item easily, it stays (yay!). BUT, it’s subject to the same scrutiny next year. It’s the worst feeling to come back across something that I ultimately decided to keep a year or two before, only to realize it’s done nothing but sit since I last looked at it.

I have certain nostalgic items that will almost always pass the test. I’ll always find room for my Beatles stuff, a few trinkets from dear friends, photos, special things from family. That’s what should make up the majority of my stored belongings. It should be things that make me smile when I rediscover them. That bring back old memories. Sometimes having a photo of them is enough to do that, but sometimes having that item, whatever it might be, means so much more. Those ones? I will find a place for. The things that are easy to toss are the ones that hold little value to me, the things I feel are wasting space, and should have been cleared out ages ago. Paperwork, old receipts, owners manuals for things I don’t own anymore… you know, junk.

A few more tips:
Books and Magazines
I have, in the past, just given books and magazines to thrift stores. However, I realized today that a much better solution is to donate them to the local public library. That way, you can check them out in the future (ideally), but allow others the joy of reading them, too. It’s a win-win! Old magazines? Same solution. My library sells the excess magazines, and I’m not sure how long they keep the old ones, but they generally have a good supply to both check out and purchase. I have a bag half full waiting to go to them already.

Clothes are a touchy subject. I have “favorites” that I have trouble parting with. Even if they don’t fit anymore. Even if they haven’t fit in years. But, I came up with a solution for that during my pregnancy… I had hope that some of my old favorites would eventually fit again, so I got a plastic storage container and labeled it “Too Small”. I actually got two containers – one for tops, one for bottoms. Then, I went through my clothes, still doing the same “Do I love/need/have space for it?” analysis above. Anything that I couldn’t part with went in to the “Too Small” box, with hopes of rekindling that love again in the future. Anything that was lukewarm for me went in to a goodwill bag.

Now that I’m diving back in to those “Too Small” boxes, it’s time to make some “Too Big” boxes, which will (sigh) inevitably be necessary during and after my next pregnancy. I have maternity clothes set aside separately, but being realistic, fitting back into single digit sizes probably won’t happen for a while again after pregnancy. So, not wanting to completely dispose of those comfortable post pregnancy clothes, I’ll stash them away in boxes marked “Too Big” and hope I never have to pull them out. :)

On to other stuff…

We’re streamlining or tupperware collection, moving to a standard set of bpa free gladware and mason jars for food storage. I mainly use glass for things I plan to reheat, plastic for cold stuff. Oh, yeah, the plastic is also nice to have for C, given that we mostly have tile and wood floors. Mason jars are sturdy, but they’re not toddler proof!

I’m always amazed at how much stuff I can stash away in to a tiny space. Nesting one thing into another, then tetrising it all together. For example, when I started pulling out vases from the back of our cabinet, I was shocked at how many we had. It had to be at least a dozen. Tell me, when do you ever need to have a dozen vases on hand? I kept a few favorites and put the rest in the goodwill/craigslist/garage sale pile. Currently that pile takes up nearly half of our two car garage. Insanity.

The next step? Figure out how to get rid of it all. Anyone want to join in on a garage sale?

Mom to "C", wife to Ben. I'm a part-time blogger, cook, organizer, seamstress, house cleaner, taxi, nurse (the mom kind), accountant... I could go on, but really... it's all in the blog. Read away!

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