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Out of sheer laziness or extreme procrastination (you take your pick), I have updated the “Oldies but Goodies” page of OINKtales. It is here that I provide links to my favorite posts from the past.

Whether you’ve just started OINKing with me, or you’d like a trip down memory lane, I invite you to review some of my best and worst moments.

Thanks for reading, following, tweeting, linking and commenting. I appreciate every ounce of your support!

And now, on to my New Year’s resolutions: Writing more, Posting more, Living more. May 2011 be a banner year for us all.

We moved to New England when I was 5 and to Vermont when I was 9. Because of this, I am disqualified from claiming status as a true Vermonter. I can’t even claim to be a Yankee seeing as how my “stock” descends from Altaic language-speaking people from south-central Siberia (thank you Wikipedia) and not from Puritan English settlers. Be that as it may, there are certain values that I have adopted from my years living in the Northeast. One of them being: If you’re cold, put on a sweater.

Growing up, the thermostat in our drafty farmhouse was set at a balmy 62 degrees Fahrenheit. Since there was only one thermostat for the entire house – and it was downstairs next to the kitchen – it was inevitable that my uninsulated upstairs bedroom would almost always be cold. I’m talking sleep with a toque on, frost on the sheetrock cold.

It should come as no surprise, then, that I am somewhat inured to my immediate family’s complaints about “living in an icebox” nor that I have resolutely ignored entreaties to turn on the heat.

But I am becoming soft as I age. Even though it’s just the first week in October, there have already been multiple occasions when I’ve been tempted to fire up the furnace. Even now, as I sit here typing this post, the tips of my fingers are numb and my nose is dripping and I’m longing for a little warmth.

I give you my short list of signs that it’s time to start burning natural resources at home:

  • The butter in your cupboard is as hard as the butter in your refrigerator.
  • Your neck has a semi-permanent crick in it from keeping your shoulders up around your ears.
  • You, your husband and children are more likely to remove layers outside than inside.
  • The dog has started to climb up onto the couch while you’re sitting on it in an attempt to share body heat with the pack.
  • The kids volunteer to help you cook dinner just so they can huddle next to the warm stovetop.
  • The blankets on the beds weigh more than their occupants.

We’re almost there. What about you? Write and let me know. Until then, I’m going to go find another sweater to wear.

P.S. I grabbed this photo from a blog called Old Picture of the Day. Fun stuff!

Dear Climatologists: It’s hard to get on board with global warming when it is snowing four days before May 1.

Dear Meteorologists: I understand that you are only reporting what you think the weather is going to be like but do you have to act so cheery when you give us the bad news?

Dear School Administrators: Although it is not your fault that it is SNOWING during SPRING break, I am still irritated with you. I put away all of the kids’ snow gear, boots, hats, and mittens. If school was in session they wouldn’t be teasing me to go outside.

Dear Husband of Mine: Next year, let’s not chance it. We’re going to go someplace warm at the end of April. Perhaps somewhere near the equator?  And while we’re at it, let’s leave the kids at home.

  1. I’ll do four loads of laundry and fold 13 of Large’s shirts and 8 pairs of his pants. And find only one pair of his underwear. (I fully expect this will change when he reaches his teen years.)
  2. I can’t walk into any of the kids’ rooms without tripping over or stepping on toys and books of all shapes and sizes. But when I tell them to “Go Play” they can’t amuse themselves.
  3. Why any “expert” would emphasize the importance of family meals. Mealtime is the most stressful time of day at our house (it is also the time that I am most likely to disappear).
  4. How it is that when I do the dishes, it automatically means wiping down the countertops and the stove. When He does the dishes though, those other things aren’t included (even if they’ve been specified).
  5. No matter how many times I neatly make their beds (which, to tell the truth, isn’t often), the sheets end up crumpled and unused by their feet. Why bother? At this point, it’s just habit.
  6. Why I keep finding little brown gifts hanging out in the toilet bowls. How many times do I have to tell them: When it’s brown, flush it down!
  7. No matter how much money we think we have saved, we’re wrong. Was it well spent? I’d share, but I don’t remember what we spent it on.

  1. Shower less frequently. low-flow-shower-head-TP-th-lg
    I used to shower every day before work because I did not feel that I was fully awake until and unless I sprayed myself with water. Now, if anyone cares that I am bleary eyed and a little stinky, I don’t care.
  2. Handwash the dishes.
    Full disclosure: This was not a conscious decision of mine. Our dishwasher is broken.
  3. Talk to my husband rather than mindlessly watch TV.couple_silhouette_moon_card-p137823405196981572qi0i_400
    I occasionally have energy now to do more than say “Going to bed. Don’t wake me. Goodnight.”
  4. Reduced mileage.
    Although I am still driving the kids hither and yon, I am not driving the daily trek to my office and back. This saves me from driving an estimated total of 15 miles per week. That’s more than half a gallon of gas!
  5. Mow the lawn myself.lawn
    It takes far more energy to nag my husband to do it.

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