This Isn't Epicurious

 I was looking for a recipe on my blog this morning and struggling.  When I started blogging in October 2007 I wasn't really thinking I'd still be blogging in 2016.  I do have labels for searching but even that can take a long time to go through the recipes when you need to find a cookie recipe from 2008.  I am not a professional blogger or cook so it hasn't been a priority to get one of those fancy headers with all kinds of sections.  It's not like I get paid to write this drivel.

It has come to my attention though that my guys are a tad frustrated with my lack of recipe sorting.  They're cute but they do get snarky with their mama sometimes.

 Some recipes make it on the blog and some do not and some have gotten on twice because I don't remember which recipes I've put on the blog.  I can't remember why I went into the laundry room so how could I possibly keep track of all the recipes I've ever made and posted.

 Is this sticky buns or PW's orange rolls?  I don't know.

 Was this for family reunion in 20whatever or for a pumpkin carving party? 

I don't know.

There is no recipe for my peach pie, I just make it.

Danny called me for the coffee cake recipe that I made most Sunday mornings for breakfast when he was growing up.  I was in New York City walking from Central Park to St. Patrick's Cathedral on a Sunday morning.  Uhm, no it's not on the blog, no I can't seem to recall exact measurement and no I don't want to text an entire recipe guesstimate right now.

In Danny's defense, he is the most tolerant of me.  God bless his heart.

Max gets irritated with me when I tell him it's on the blog because the search on the blog is pretty tiny on a iphone.  Especially when you're in a grocery store.  Apparently.

I didn't even realize just how irritated Sam was with his mama until this text exchange.

So on Monday when he asked how I make my mashed potatoes I dropped everything and texted him a novel.  I don't need that little emoji red faced angry guy again.

Max reiterated to me this weekend just how annoying it is when I don't have a recipe for every thing I've ever cooked or baked for them at my finger tips 24/7.

And here, all this time, I thought it was so great that they could reference the blog.

I can be so irritating.

Here's a newsflash, I get pretty irritated myself when someone calls me from the grocery store and wants me to give them a recipe when it's on the stinkin' blog!

Those guys are lucky to have a mama with a blog.  Just ask them.

I dare you...

Or call me from the grocery store for a recipe.

I dare you...

You Can Call Me Lucy

As I've been alluding to, Hubby and I have gotten another trailer project.  This trailer is a Curtis Wright Flagship model 6.  We aren't sure what year but it's most likely a 1947.  

 

We drove over Snoqualmie Pass on Thursday night so we could get busy bright and early on Friday morning. I was so relieved to see the Curtis Wright still waiting in the weeds for us.  Hubby had talked to the owner on Thursday but I felt like the trailer would not be ours until we had it in our possession.

 It was full of garbage and the deal was that we take the garbage with the trailer.

I had been mentally preparing myself for rodents, black widows and rattle snakes.

I wore gloves, old clothes and gave myself many pep talks on how to deal with the grossness and the critters living in the trailer.

Besides the bird that flew out when I first peeked in, I saw no rodents, black widows or snakes.

I did see a lot of mouse poo and wasps nests.

 I unscrewed the skirts while Hubby did some digging.  We got him hitched up and pulled out of the weeds on to the driveway.

 Hubby got three tires off and eventually the fourth.  It was stuck pretty good.

At this point we left the trailer and drove into town to get new tires.  We were high fivin' each other the whole way to town as everything had gone quickly and well at this point.

Hubby had called ahead on Thursday to check on tires, so we thought this would be easy.

It turns out finding the right tires was the hardest part of our day.  We put on over 100 miles in our travels to get tires. Eventually we found good comparable tires and so went to the DOL to get a trip permit.  That was easy. We drove back out to the trailer, put the tires on and got ready to limp the 12 miles back to the farm.

 There were big rocks on top of the trailer holding down the vents.  That ingenuity had kept the trailer dry and we were grateful for someone's wisdom.  But now we needed to get those rocks off.  No ladder but we found an old bed springs in the weeds so Hubby scaled it and removed the rocks and brick.

 The farm is about 12 miles away so we agreed that I'd follow with my flashers on and we'd go slow.

 Once we got to the farm and the shop, we got busy.  Max brought us a trailer to use for our run to the dump. We filled the trailer, filled a pickup with wood for the burn pile and gave away the dozens of canning jars.

 I wish I could tell you that we found treasures in all of that junk but no, we did not find anything to brag about, just garbage.

 The appliances are in good condition. Sort of.

The master suite, and I use that term loosely, has a bathroom, room for a double bed with a headboard and a built in dresser.  It has what trailer trash refer to as "the boyfriend door" in the back.  As the husband comes in the front door, the boyfriend can make an escape out the bedroom back door.

We are using ours as a fire exit.

 On Saturday morning it was back to work.  We went to the dump.  In the afternoon I brought a pick up load of wood to the farm's burn pile. We had a half a dozen propane tanks to empty and recycle too.  I swept the trailer until I had a large garbage bag of dirt.

 While the guys were packing the wheel bearings I ran to town for mirrors and chains.

 Hubby was also working on securing everything and cutting temporary plywood doors to screw on for the trip.

 Bo was a great help too.  We didn't let him drive.

But he sits in the truck like a boss.

 This is a panorama shot of the living room, dining room and kitchen area.

 The guys worked on temporary lights while I vacuumed up the dust and dirt.

 They worked on the lights until ten that night and almost gave up.  They got them working and it was decided we'd drive back on Sunday morning.  

Max drove with Hubby as copilot and I followed in the jeep.  That way if the lights failed it would be me rear ending the trailer. We got up at five and left a little before seven.  Some truck stop coffee to go and a lot of prayers for safety and we were off and running.

Max gave me a lot of rules. Do not let anyone in between us.  Ever.  Do not make Dad mad cuz he is super nervous. No exceptions.  Do not call my phone, only Dad's, and not unless you have to call for a really good reason.

We stopped just before getting on I-90 for one last check and I got out of my rig to give them a rule.

SLOW. DOWN.

 It was going well until we got on 405 and then had torrential rain with little to no visibility.  I have never been so happy to get to I-5 in my life.  Those Bellevue babes wanted to get in between us and I did not let them.  We'd gotten this far and I was not going to let some crazy Bellevue babe or Mercer Island matron rear end my trailer and then sue us.  It's probably the most aggressive driving I've ever done.  But I saved a lot of idiots from themselves yesterday.

 We bypassed the pothole incident  mess in Marysville.  And we were just ahead of the Mt. Vernon MVA yesterday.  We took Max for lunch, he left to see Kassie and then drive back to George.  

God bless that kid for helping his crazy parents!

 We then took a two hour nap.

So, now we have a long, long trailer. just like Ricky and Lucy.  Or rather, we have a long, long project.

This is a fun time though, of brainstorming, planning and plotting.

We did learn a few things when we restored Huaka'i Annie, our '57 Aloha.  We know enough now to be dangerous or something like that.  We plan to enjoy Annie this summer and to work on the Curtis Wright Flagship.  If you know of any other trailers like our CW please let us know as we would like to see how one is set up inside.

This was a long, long story...

A Lot of Random

Last week I was super busy. I was like a sugar addict running after the ice cream truck.  Kate and her prince were in India and her wardrobe was all I could think about, that and how on earth does she go to India and not sweat.  Apparently, botox!  I seriously have a life, a busy life.  But the past ten days I have been following her trip and every single piece of clothing.  Where did she get that dress, can I afford it, does it come in my size?  Is there a copycat dress at Gap?

 I do enjoy following the royals, and this trip to India was gorgeous.  Tell me I wasn't the only one vicariously enjoying the royal trip.

While Kate was all cool and collected in India, I was baking cupcakes for my BIL Bill's 50th birthday party.  Jodi put on a fabulous party for Bill.  Good job, sissy!

 

 Yesterday was a scorcher in Ltown.  We seldom hit temperatures in the 80's in April.  Some years it doesn't happen until July.  Hubby was off work yesterday and we worked in the yard.  Until we fell over.  A big change this year is the beauty bark.  I have always thought bark was for old people's gardens.  After the plethora of weeds this spring I preened and then barked.  Waved the white flag.  The weeds overtook my dreams of an English garden with rich soil and pretty perennials. 

Speaking of old people, I am retiring from my job at the museum.  I have been there for 19+ years.  It's time to take care of some deferred maintenance here at home and spend more time with Hubby.

Everyone keeps asking me what am I going to do.  I'm going to get a dumpster, have a yard sale and clean up my house and garage.  That should take about three years.

Hubby and I are starting another trailer restoration.  That should keep me out of trouble too.  It's one hot mess.  It's a Curtis Wright model 6, and the only one we've found on the internet. It's a rare bird.

We get to pick it up this weekend.  I am so excited!

So, I think that just about covers random today.  A royal trip to India, Bill is 50, beauty bark is for old people, my retirement and our new baby.

Yep, that outta do it.