What to do with old milk cartons

I'm loving this slideshow that Mr. Dub sent me, which he found on this blog.

Oh, to be so crafty and/or live in New York.

Sigh.

Not a wooden scarecrow!

Mr. Dub likes to call me a communist because I'm not fond of holidays. (Also because I am a communist.)

I think I've explained the problem before, but basically I don't like to feel pressured to enjoy a particular day over another. It lacks spontaneity and often lets you down. More often than not, my favorite time of any holiday season isn't the actual holiday but a day long before or after.

But my resistance to seasonal decor isn't really related. Mostly, it has to do with living in an apartment. I mean, how much can you really do with 1,000 square feet before it starts to feel like a craft store? Also, I'm not into the craft store look, though each to her own if you dig raffia and toll painting.

I do decorate a bit for Christmas, but the rest of the holidays go undocumented in my interior ... so it's strange that I'm having a hankering to decorate for fall. Not so much Halloween - although I must clarify that I love and respect many people who love, nay, adore the holiday and its spooky decor. But I do want to do something that says, "The leaves are changing colors, and I just wore a sweater, people!"

But I don't want it to be too crafty. And I don't want it to be too obvious.

Any ideas on modern seasonal decor?

And to help me in my decorating quest, I'm going to ask you to showcase your seasonal side. Link in the comments to your blog, where you can show us all your fall decor (crafty or not) in all its pictorial glory.

Maybe I'll get inspired.

Or maybe I'll start a communist revolution.

simply family

As if you weren't reading enough blogs by my family, another member has joined the Blogger ranks. (For enquiring minds, this female member of the family gave birth to me, forever making her world a louder place.)

You can find her here at simplehappy home.

Unlike this here blog, hers has a definite theme - home design, quilting and simple living. Likewise, my sis' blog is dedicated to forms of transportation, like Vespas and one famous VW.

Apparently I'm the Jerry Seinfeld blogger in my family because my blog is about nothing, except maybe Target. And we all know they aren't going to pay me for my endorsements.

However, we all share a common love of run-on sentences and sarcasm. So apparently I wasn't switched at birth, thus debunking my childhood theory that I am a long-lost member of an exotic island's royal family - preferably, a really, really rich royal family, not so much a livestock-currency, tribal royal family.

(See what I mean about run-on sentences?)

Now, if we could only get Mrs. Gee to blog, if only to see adorable photos of Lil' Gee on a daily basis. Then again, if she gets a website, it better be for her fabulous cards, new business or culinary skillz. Like this recipe:

Caribbean Chicken and Black Bean Salad
Spicy Lime dressing (below)
2 c. cubed, cooked chicken
¼ c. chopped fresh cilantro
1 large tomato, chopped (1 cup)
1 medium avocado, chopped
1 small yellow squash, chopped
1 can (15 oz.) black beans, rinsed and drained
Leaf lettuce

* Make Spicy Lime dressing
* Toss remaining ingredients except lettuce in large bowl. Pour dressing over salad; toss. Serve on lettuce.

Spicy Lime Dressing
¼ c. lime juice

¼ t. ground cumin

¼ t. salt

½ t. chili powder
2 T. olive oil

1 T. honey

2 to 3 drops red pepper sauce

* Shake all ingredients in tightly covered container.

Big news, little bike

My sister recently came out of the closet.

No, not that closet.

This is a closet filled with tight leather, aviator sunglasses, studded belts and black gloves.

OK, maybe not that closet, either.

But if there's a closet filled with scarves, cute capris, and a Vespa - which is basically the Schwinn cruiser of motorized bicycles - then she just came out of it. (To our parents, though she's been openly Vespa-ed for a few weeks now to many of us. But since I had to respect her unnatural fear of them, I waited to share the big news rather than risk exposing her to my dearest Mommie.)

Oh yeah, and there's a blog in that closet. And it's really funny.




So if you want to read about my sister's adventures in Vespaland, go here. Frequently.

I must admit that I'm a bit reluctant to direct you her way as she was doled out more wit and writing talent than I got at birth. (Hey, she's the first - by the time I was born only diluted genetics were available.)

Also, she has a life and a Vespa, which are two things I'm working on. (I'm really not. Life and bikes scare me.)

But who am I to deny you the pleasure of reading humorous tales of my sister's Vespa trips, attempts to join/create a biker gang and plea for vanity plate suggestions?

Some things you just have to share.

Enjoy!

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