What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Monday, January 21, 2013

She LIVES! (though hobbily.)

WHAT?!?  It's been over a week since I blogged? 

Well, I thought there was no better way to reintroduce myself than with this photo.  All must be forgiven when baring your bum HEART out like that.  Wouldn't you agree?

So much to say, so little time to say it- you won't mind if I do a bit of sundry blathering, would you? 

How have I been during my absence?  I have been hobbling around like an old woman as a matter of fact.  Matt and I went to go see Le Mis at the theaters (a date!) and when we were returning to the car, I was hobbling and holding on to his arms for support so he says " Can you make it to the car, Grandma?"  Yep.  That bad. 
It started with throwing my back out- dealing for a few weeks and then, when it started feeling remotely better, I got a WEE bit rambunctious with Matt (a little incident of tackling him on the bed).  When I told my Mom the story she heard the "rambunctious with Matt"  part and said "Woah Woah Woah- you can  stop there!"  She just couldn't believe it was a totally innocent bed-tackle. 


SO yeah- we went to see Le Mis.  I enjoyed it.  Matt sat down and the opening scene begins and men start to sing and he suddenly says (in NOT a whisper, mind you) "This is a MUSICAL?"  I guess the Russell Crow bit threw him off.  Actually, the fact that Russel Crow could sing threw ME off- but Matt tells me he is (and has been for many years) actually part of a BAND.  Husbands are good for factoid Russel Crow trivia- or at least mine, anyway.


Did you notice no "Beauty" picture for last week?  Would you believe that I didn't pick up my camera ONCE last week!?!?   Believe it, my friends.  Every now and then the stars collide and I with them.  Battered and bruised, I am.


We had company over the weekend and I spent wee small hours of the morning preparing for them.  It was a "you haven't seen the house yet" visit- which means the WHOLE house must be spiffied, because you KNOW the tour is inevitable.  So, at 3:30 in the morning (after having gone to bed at 11 the night before) I got up and hastily swiped cobwebs and mopped crumbs into cracks and swirled poisen in my toilet bowl and yes, POSSIBLY filled the dryer with stuff to hide.  And while I was at my scurrying, I was thinking to myself how wonderful it is to have company over-because it finally FORCES you to do those projects which you have been successfully avoiding for the last few months.  And it is true!  Today- it is SO nice having everything "just so" and where it ought to be~ excepting, of course, the contents of the dryer which will be tackled TOMORROW. ;-)


Also over the weekend~ two SEPARATE people, knowing of my newfound soap-making adventures, dropped off garbage bags of animal fat for me.  One of sheet fat from butchering a few of their sheep and one of beef suet, supposedly the BEST animal fat for soapmaking.  I was elated and so grateful for it yesterday.  Now, after 7ish hours of rendering it all into tallow, cleaning lard layers from every possible surface and smelling boiling fat for the entire day...well, let's just say I am not feeling  grateful so much as I am feeling sick to my stomach.  Boiling animal fat is no lovely smell, let me tell you.

BUT!  I now have plenty of free tallow for more soapmaking so that is a perk!  I think the next batch I make will involve calendula. 


Tomorrow is knitting class at the library and I was supposed to be finished a dishcloth that I am only nearly halfway done, so I better get cracking.  Matt is out of town tonight so I can knit and watch movies all night on the computer in bed, snuggled in with a hot beanbag, Matt's shirt and a vanilla chai tea.  Not the same as Matt- of course, but overall, not a bad ending to the day. 

Just had to pop on here first and say "Howdy"- been missing my bloggy pals.  How is everyone?  What's going on in your neck of the woods?

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...they call me mommy... said...

HAHA! Tackling Matt on the bed...you WILD THING, you! :) I went to mail off your package today and lo and behold, the PO was closed today - I have forgotten about Martin Luther King Jr. Day...oops! Soon! I'm sorry you are in pain. I usually only deep clean when people are coming over...really horrible habit of mine! Your soap adventures sound...adventurous! ;) I don't know if I will use REAL animal fat when I try someday! :) Knitting, movies, and vanilla chai sound delightful! Can I join you!!! :D

Bonnie said...

Bad backers unite! I'm not entirely sure it doesn't have something to do with (ahem) be so abundantly blessed on top. (Ahem.) I kinda blame mine on that anyway.

A date? It has been MONTHS since I've had one of those...

Guilty on cleaning like crazy before company. More guilty of Fluff projects though before company. And cleaning out dresser drawers and closets, incase somebody should go snooping.

Oh I want to make soap. I think I'm going to try lip balm and lotion bars this week. I just need to get some Shea butter which they happen to carry at the grocery store.

Innocent tackle my foot. I know you .... : D

Terri said...

I've had a bad back for years so I feel your pain! I thought of you the other day when I read about those four barrel shaped globs of lard that landed on a beach in Scotland. I bet you could have used those! lol I hope you feel better soon.

Regina said...

Rebecca, I hope your back is feeling better. Those kinds of things are always humbling. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but God certainly brings them about when we least expect it.

MameyJane said...

Girl, I feel you on the hobbling. I threw my back our a few weeks ago (whilst I was 8 1/2 months preggo), so you can imagine...adding hobbling to waddling...HA! Now I'm "shuffling", in order to not jiggle my C-section scar. You're not alone!

Alyssa Spring said...

Holy Moses..I WAS beginning to wonder what happened to you! I'm busy baking and made laundry detergent yesterday and FINISHED a little felted hoop (on my blog.) I'm also in the process of coming up with a new budget for my husbands ALMOST new job starting in March, and still working on getting my three year old assessed for autism. :) When you have time I would love an update about the family who lost their barn in the fire.

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Terri said...

Ha, I see the spammer found you. I must clear out a dozen of those comments a day on my blog.

Tallow: reminded me of a remedy that my ex-grandmother-in-law applied to my friend (we were related by marriage too, but were friends first and explaining the real relationship gets too Southern for me, a born Southerner). Marge cut her finger really really badly, as in a deep almost disconnecting slice. She should have had stitches but lacked cash for emergency doctor. Said xg-i-l mixed up a home remedy of turpentine and melted tallow that she spread on the finger and then wrapped with gauze. They reapplied and wrapped fresh daily. That finger healed without so much as a scar!

I was just wondering, since the aroma is a problem, if you could freeze the fat and then render when you can open up your summer kitchen outdoors? Not to mention you won't have all that greasy film over the entire kitchen.

...they call me mommy... said...

*knocking on computer screen* Anyone in there??? Anyone home? Are you ok??? :)

Miss you. :) But no pressure from me...this is coming from the WORST.BLOGGER.EVER.

Thinking of you!!

beth said...

I think of you often and can only imagine how utterly inconvenient a sore back and living hobbily would be for someone who is used to accomplishing as much as you accomplish each day ~

Hope you've been steadily healing and have somehow managed, while doing so, to resist tackling that man of yours-!

b in va

Rebecca said...

You all are great! Thank you for the sympathy and for thinking of me as this silly box lies as dormant as a grizzly in winter. It makes me feel good to be missed.

I loved each comment because, well, you all know me too well! Bonnie and B in VA- you MIGHT be right about the bedtackling not being entirely innocent. And both Terri's- you crack me up because you know I am just *LIKE* that, aren't I?

It is pretty great to have people who "get" ya. And I am so thankful that you all do. I have the best blog readers ever.