Bake the Cycle

Mukakigeri Virginie

Age:48

Children: 3

We need help, please help Bake the Cycle NOW!!! Time is running out and they are so far from their goal.

http://www.bakethecycle.org/

PLEASE PASS ALONG!!!

Let me know if you donate, I am making a list!!!

So far these are all that I know about:
Dave and Court
Momma Compton-Emig

Etsy

What a cool place to find interesting things. THANKS JEN!!!

I have found a replacement for those dryer sheets that we just throw away. AND I have found them on Etsy ("Your place to buy & sell all things handmade"). However, if you decide to stick with the old school dryer sheets make sure that before throwing them away you dust your house with them. The static power that is left in them picks up dust quite well. I am now "going green" like the rest of the world (or so they say) by investing in lavender sachets to replace the dryer sheets.

The cool thing about these nifty little handmade (if bought from Etsy.com) sachets is that they work in the dryer for about 10-15 loads. When you feel like they don't have the strength of scent you want you can open them up and sprinkle them on your carpet and vacuum up to make your floor smell nice too. You can either reuse them by refilling and sewing them back up or buy new ones from Etsy. OR you can put them in your drawers or closets to make them smell fresh. I also learned that lavender has insect repellent properties and it keeps moths away. So when done I also use them on the back porch that is supposed to be screened in yet we still get eaten alive just by sitting for a few moments.

The great thing about Etsy.com is that all products are handmade and sold by someone here in the states, so you are providing economic stimulus (unlike those stimulus checks depending on what you buy--more on that later). YOU can actually open up your own Etsy if you have a talent too!! So get creative and start bringing the bucks back home!!

More about dryer sheets vs. sachets:

http://planetgreen.discovery.com/home-garden/ditch-dryer-sheets.html

Flashing headlights

OK, so yesterday I was driving to work on my normal little Podunk town, two-lane road when I see an oncoming car flashing their lights. Well, being the city girl that I am I slow down because in the "normal" world we use that to signal that there is a cop and to SLOW THE HELL DOWN!!!


So I slow down....


I learned in a small town that means something TOTALLY different.


THERE WAS A DEER COMING!!!! I HIT IT---DAMN!




Looked a little like this one...

HA, just kidding...I am sure there some one around here has one though.

Really, it looked more like this one.

I know (tear) that is what it felt like. Sorry, I am trying to use humor to comfort myself.

Now REALLY, it did look like this one...

Except that he wasn't that fast.

I hit him....

So I turned around to go check to make sure that he was not suffering as did the man that was flashing his lights at me not even a minute ago. We both come to a stop and he has a disappointed look on his face. So, I said, "I know, I am so sorry." So as I sit there trying to comfort this dying creature by talking to it and saying that I was sorry and shhh it will be OK, the man stops me. He says, "No, don't be sorry. It is really just a part of life." So again, coming from a family of non-hunters I still feel almost sick to my stomach that I did this to this poor baby. All four of this creatures legs were broken and he just sat and couldn't move. I asked the man why if this is a part of life did you look so disappointed when I walked up. His response...."I was a little upset that it wasn't a 5-point. I need another one to hang on my wall."

OK, so living where we have lived now for almost 2 years and knowing that you are a red-neck if you live in a town that advertises car sales by luring you with a "we will also include a Marlin Model 336 deer hunting gun if you buy a car from us" slogan, I knew that this man was disappointed now because I had not hit a bigger dear with antlers.

SOOOOO, after recovering from this comment the man tells me he has a shot gun in the truck but that he knows that he cannot shoot it legally inside city limits (definition of city limits in Valdosta is that there are a few more houses, a few less trees, and more paved roads than dirt roads). So we call the cops. The cop pulls up about 20 minutes later and gets out his rifle from the car and he says you may not want to watch. Right-O I did not want to watch, but I am not hearing impaired so I do hear it. As, I walk away the man in the truck asks, "Would it be OK if I took him home for supper?" The cop says, "Sure, there is no use in letting good deer meat go to waste. If I wasn't in this cop car I would have thrown him in the bed of my own truck."

So, needless to say---life is very different depending on where you live. I had to comfort myself by knowing that I fed a family dinner last night with that deer that took the hit from my SUV. Poor thing.

I was fine, the car surprisingly had no damage that I could see and a family got fed.

So, I hit my first deer.