It probably says something about my level of growing domesticity when my great accomplishment for the day is getting the shopping and laundry done, and dinner, and having a reasonably clean kitchen and living room when it's all said and done. ((The bedrooms still look like they were hit by small tornadoes... but it's a work in progress.
This sounds slightly pathetic when you compare it to another friend's great accomplishment being getting their play into a festival, but hey. I'm a Thirty-Odd year old Stay and Home mom, beginner chief, knitter, uber-noobie crocheter, and all around geek.
I'll take my acomplishments where I can get them.
Like my plants for example. my second round tray (tomatoes, some peppers, and onions) is doing fantastic, my Parsley is trying to take over the world (I may need to move it into it's own pot) and the very last tray, which has bell peppers of various forms, has developed it's first tiny little starts.
I. The black thumb. AM GROWING THINGS. THEY HAVE NOT DIED YET. THIS IS FREAKING AMAZING.
The day wasn't without it's fails and frustrations: I put too much pepper in the Beef and Barley stew, and I learned that while my little hand held sewing machine is ok for some stuff, it's definitely going to have trouble taking the place of a full scale model. I also terrified myself about a dozen times forgetting which position was 'locked and off' and which was 'On and hungry for flesh'.
I succeeded in making what was probably the worlds shittiest pillowcase for a tiny pillow for the monster ((mostly for play right now, but it's his scale which is kind of awesome.)), but couldn't get the thing to cooperate to actually seam the half finished blanket I had planned for him ages ago. Maybe I'll have to give up and go borrow my mom's sewing machine. *SIGH* X_X
Showing posts with label Taste-Fail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Taste-Fail. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, June 21, 2010
This Flavor not tested on Actual People
So apparently in the spirit of "They can't talk so they can't complain", the makers of Ora-Gel forgot to actually test their artificial flavoring on someone who could share an opinion... well. In anything resembling words.
Mini Monster would like to convey his extreme disapproval of their artificial cherry flavoring, the horrors of which apparently entirely outweigh any benefits of the powers of Ora-Gel.
First time but probably not the last time in his life when he'll make that face of pure, unadulterated "WTF", followed by distressed howling and a drool fest to beat Niagara Falls. A quick shot of formula helped rinse his mouth out, but mostly because he drooled all of it back out again after sucking some quickly into his mouth. ((Baby Rinse and Spit?))
He slowly calmed down after this rinse and spit and being allowed to chew on a clean cloth diaper, but was definitely not impressed at all by the experience. His Dad actually put some on his own tongue while I was working to settle him down again. Impressively, their expressions of horror were actually pretty similar.
Tilmani apologized profusely for this accidental and extreme abuse of the taste-bud.
Mini Monster would like to convey his extreme disapproval of their artificial cherry flavoring, the horrors of which apparently entirely outweigh any benefits of the powers of Ora-Gel.
First time but probably not the last time in his life when he'll make that face of pure, unadulterated "WTF", followed by distressed howling and a drool fest to beat Niagara Falls. A quick shot of formula helped rinse his mouth out, but mostly because he drooled all of it back out again after sucking some quickly into his mouth. ((Baby Rinse and Spit?))
He slowly calmed down after this rinse and spit and being allowed to chew on a clean cloth diaper, but was definitely not impressed at all by the experience. His Dad actually put some on his own tongue while I was working to settle him down again. Impressively, their expressions of horror were actually pretty similar.
Tilmani apologized profusely for this accidental and extreme abuse of the taste-bud.
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