I am a stay-at- home mom (although whoever came up with that phrase was never one because there is very little staying involved with a busy family). I enjoy cooking to the extent that most people I know think I'm slightly insane. I often joke that when we were first married, I could fry anything you gave me and make pinto beans. That was about it. I didn't really get much better until Husband was in the army. We found ourselves with one vehicle and living in the boonies. So if I wanted something in particular to eat, I either had to have it on hand or know how to make it with what I had on hand. I had a great revelation at this time. It was this: if I didn't slaughter it and it didn't come from the ground, there had to be a way to make it. This was rather eye opening for me. Since then, I have become somewhat adept at finding out how to make things from basic ingredients (or 'scratch' as some call it).
I also like to read -- something that is slowly becoming a lost art in our society. That combined with the cooking tends to make me the equivalent of the Beaver's mom. Throw in the fact that I like to sew, have used cloth diapers willingly, and tend to be rather old-fashioned anyway... well, you get the picture.
The human beings in our home tend to be outnumbered by the four-legged variety on a regular basis. One dog, one cat, and four gerbils in two pairs make us one for one. But just to tick me off, one pair of gerbils is continually expanding their bloodline. And they usually do it six at a time. This most recent batch inspired my daughter to close her bedroom door upon discovering their birth. She feared I would take care of the problem when I found them (in the mobster kind of way). She had good reason to think that. The things are supposed to have a lifespan of approximately 3 years so I know the prolific pair will soon die. It is in that possibility that I take comfort. Until then, SuperPetz is making a wonderful profit from us.
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