Quilt, shoes, pickles and a hatchet kick

It’s been awhile since I’ve had time to write. Big goings-on in my life. I’m preparing for a visit from my daughter and granddaughter. I can’t wait for them to get here!! The quilt is coming along, I’ve finished the top and now need to get it quilted and finished off.

Have been shopping for winter clothes for Boo (my granddaughter, Michelle). I have found some really cute and good quality things. And, a lot of fun shoes since she is really fascinated by foot wear at the moment. I sent her some crazy, big house shoes that are shaped like frogs. They’re for adults but thought for a buck she could have some fun with them. Apparently she loves them and has discovered that they will make a rip-it sound. I had no idea they would do that when I bought them. My best find so far has been a set of six pairs of Disney princess slippers, and cowgirl boots with pink cut outs.

This weekend I found one of those big plastic play structures with a little slide. All the pieces slide into place, it’s like a giant Tinker Toy set. We took it apart, scrubbed it down and put it up in the backyard. It didn’t go back together quite as easily as it came apart, but luckily Matt was there and could give it something called a “hatchet” kick and that did the trick. Can’t wait to see the yard ape having fun on it!!

My daughter received the last box I sent, which had a bunch of stuff for Boo and two jars of homemade pickles for Kristin and her husband. Now you know she’s pregnant because she served Polish dill pickle for lunch with potato chips and PB&J sandwiches. LOL

Pickle day

Yesterday was Pickle Day in my neighborhood. The first batch of pickles I made was July 18. I make polish dill pickles, with fresh dill, garlic and peppers. This first time I got about 8 quarts put up, and gave them all out to neighbors with instructions to wait a month before opening and to put them in the refrigerator the day before. Putting them in the frig makes them crispy. It cracked me up to hear that several neighbors had actually marked their calendars.

Years ago when my kids were very young, teenage girls used to love to baby sit for me. Not because my children were so well behaved. These girls wouldn’t let me pay them with money, they would only baby sit if I paid them in pickles. I make great pickles, what can I say?

Now, here’s the kickers…I don’t eat pickles. I’ve never cared for them. When I was an adolescent it was all the rage to go to the movies and buy one of those big dill pickles to eat while you watched the movie. I remember buying one and trying to eat it. Thinking I could convince myself that I really did like them. It was such a bummer because not only did I find out that I really, really didn’t like pickles, no matter how much I tried to, I was also out my snack money. Like I said bummer. I’m a popcorn girl!