Originally Posted by Aubergine68
I think I asked about the recipe for eggy pies once before?
How do I make these eggy pies?
Originally Posted by CariOfOz
I'm sure I've put it up at some point in the past, but you may not have been around then!
180C is 350ish F. There's temperature converters online
-- it's not always necessary to *do* stuff with the kids. I agree with Aeress, below:
Originally Posted by Aeress
You know, socializing is fun and all, but I think the kids need time to veg at home and just be a family, so I am all for skipping events.
Altars- my altar is very, very neglected right now.
It needs to be dusted and cleaned up, in prep for summer and i am feeling uninspired. My kitchen altar is dismantled cause dh is workin on the window. It feels off/odd and I have a very busy week this week, so it won't get done.
about the kitchen altar, and my bedroom one, too.
I'm feeling discombobulated because we're not going to PSG this year. I'm still on the e-list so getting all the vicarious excitement from everybody else.
I can't believe how I hold onto grudges, though. My Scorpio nature, I guess
but I wish I didn't do that. I know nothing
is PSG's fault, from last year (the DSS crapola) but I have a bad taste in my mouth now, and don't want to go back.
Plus I hate the new venue. It's way too hot. And now they're saying don't even use Dr.Bronner's in the river, which is how I even got through
that horrible heat last year.
And, I'm not gardening. I'm not a good gardener anyway, but at least I usually try to grow stuff. I just feel like I have a lot on my plate and can't add that to it. But I wish I had. I wonder if it's too late to grow something, anything. I'm in Zone 7, I think, if anyone knows.
Originally Posted by mamaofthree
i have been having the wildest dreams!
Me, too! Last night I had a dream that I have the vaguest feeling of having had before, or similar ones leading up to this one. I don't remember it all, or correctly, but the gist of it was that there was this old, decrepit house, that people kept saying was abandoned, but other people said there was this scary old lady who lived there alone. With dogs. Scary dogs. There were vines all over, and the windows were broken and so were the steps and the wood was rotting and the paint peeling off. It had a huge overgrown yard. I kept having the nerve to get closer and closer, and I heard this maniacal laughter in the house, so I knew there really was a lady that was in there.
Fast forward and I'd met her. We were sitting at this garden table outside, having (tea?) and she was kind of pretty, with lipstick on and all, and really nice, but kind of weird. My childhood rag dolls were there, too, for some reason (a tea party?).
I worried that since I was at PSG and Planned Parenthood was at least an hour and a half away, that I couldn't get a refill of my pills, which were running out. But then since I wasn't going to see M for at least a month, I wouldn't have to worry about it immediately
I have NO idea how all this ties in. I'm thinking now that old lady was the Goddess in one form or another, but what the message might be, who knows
OH-- M got a job! He was waiting for a prescription to be filled (THANK you, witchygrrl!!) and went to see an old job that he had, and the guy hired him! It's for only $13/hour, which, he's worth $30, but it's a start, and it's better than unemployment!!