Category: Peonyiana

Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz! This would also fit in with Hambet’s love of jumping. Thanks to the Smock for this quiz.

Summa Mama Terry postedposted an alternate Friday Five this week. (These answers are for Friday.) 1. What did you have for breakfast this morning? If you didn’t have breakfast, why not? I had a bowl of cereal and some veggie sausage. 2. What’s your favorite cereal? Trader Joe’s Essentials. 3. How often do you eat… Continue reading Peony’s Friday Five

Does anyone out there with a Junior Psychoanalysis kit care to tell me what the “caught unprepared” dream motif means? Please, help me out, because I have this dream at least once a month, and usually all too vividly. It’s getting old. Usually, it’s final exam time at college, and I have to take an… Continue reading Do you hear what I hear?

1. Happy birthday to my dear husband! (who never reads this blog — I could totally dedicate this post to talking about the hummus puffs and fermented soy birthday cake we’re going to enjoy tonight, and he would be none the wiser.) Possible slow blogging ahead — today will be dedicated to birthday-related errands. I… Continue reading Agenda

Give me joy — I just paid off my student loan for nursing school!

Just laundry, laundry, laundry, dusting, dusting, dusting, and then vacuuming. I fear that some of those dust bunnies have gotten so large I’ll need to get a hunting license to go after them. An organization question: How do you deal with organizing paper? “Official” papers (like bank statements and tax papers) goes in our filing… Continue reading Not much going on here.

Slow blogging from me ahead, until my wits return or my household gets brought to order, whichever comes first. I am order-challenged, mostly because I am a little too fond of procrastination. I have been trying to get organized and stay that way. So far, the front hall, living room, and family room are all… Continue reading Doldrums

Scene: the Aspen Hill Mobil station. Hambet: Mommy, gonna give the car a drink? Give the car, a drink! Peony: Yes, Hambet, we’re going to give the car a drink. We’re going to give it some gas. Hambet: Mommy, is the car gonna burp?