It took me more than two days to do, but my sewing studio is finally back in working order.
And, in the process of cleaning and re-organizing it all, I got rid of a big piece of furniture, four bags of trash, one bag of recycling, and a dozen bolts of fabric that I donated to a local charity.
Now, when I look at the room in all its 70’s-paneling gloriousness, I feel so relieved.
*Ahhhhhhh!*
In case you didn’t know, this week is “MS Awareness Week.”
Unfortunately, I spent the greater part of today feeling like crud, thanks to my Multiple Sclerosis. So, I’m very well “aware” of MS, thankyouverymuch.
Much more so than I ever wanted to…
Up until the point that The Hubster threw his back into spasms, and spent the rest of it curled in a ball of pain with a hot pad, we had a good weekend.
The weather here hinted at spring with temperatures in the mid-fifties, allowing the snow to melt significantly, while making my heart soar.
Another thing that sent my heart flying:
Yay! The Christmas lights are FINALLY down.
Have you made fried rice yet?
OMGawd! It’s so easy… and oh so frugal and delicious to-boot!
Not to mention that it takes next to no time to make.
I love that old commercial. 
But now I love the Easter Bunny for more than just the candy — now I can thank him for the great bento stuff too!
Just walk down any Tarzhay aisle this season and you can find tons of great stuff to spice up your bento box.
Yesterday — in case you hadn’t realized it — was the opening game for the Cubs in Spring Training.
The Hubster emailed this to me – in case *I* hadn’t realized it…
If he’d written that note on paper, it would’ve been tear-stained.
The Hubster lurvs dem Cubs.
I don’t want to sound like I’m harping on this, but… well,… I feel it’s important enough to “harp” …and harp hard.
We need to make a major change in this country in the way we all think about food.
Period. Full stop. Amen.
If you haven’t already, I’d recommend you:
The effort will be worth it, I promise you.
I guess I could be accused of streeeeeeetching out his birthday for blog material, but **shrug** I have more stuff to share, so I’m gonna say it.
Unfortunately, March 1st was a Monday, so that meant school, and work, and all the boring stuff of our everyday lives.
At least there was still cake.
School day birthdays are always better if there’s cake for breakfast.
Of course, he also had to have some scrambled eggs to offset all the sugar.
On Saturday night, we had our formal celebration of The Boy’s 14th birthday with our dearest friends.
After toying with the idea of making pork tenderloin medallions, I balked at the cost, and shifted to The Boy’s preferred meal of London Broil, mashed potatoes and broccoli — he was in heaven.
Since there was copious wine — and some kid-friendly sparkling cider — it was quite enjoyable for everyone.
Manny, as always, looked very sophisticated and European, ate her salad after the entree, and did her fair share of emptying the big bottle of red wine they brought.
Please hum along to the famous Fiddler On The Roof song while reading this update…
Thank you for your cooperation.
At 7:31 this morning, The Boy officially turned 14 years old.
My little guy. My young man. The creature who put me through 52 hours of labor.
…and I’m not exaggerating on that.
