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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Contagious Beware

My jar cupboard.
While in Minnesota I was accused.

Let me back up a bit.  

I'm a jar collector. I don't like to toss things that can still be used in the recycle bin. And glass jars are very useful. Right? I can freeze beans in spaghetti, large jam or pickle jars. I can make up dry mixes and place them in a sharpie marked spice or olive jar. Marinades, salad dressings or sauces can be pre-mixed and put into olive or pepper jars.  

Leftovers can be sent home with people or taken to work the next day. 

Jars can even be cutesified and turned into gifts that hold loose tea, or cookies, or mixes. Yay. Jars are pretty versatile. 
 
And apparently, collecting jars is contagious. Until she started hanging out with me, Michelle didn't. 

While we were standing in her kitchen she opened a cupboard and told me she wanted to pop me one for infecting her. 

I laughed. My job here is done. Over the weekend I also caught her reusing a ziplock. (She claimed it hadn't actually been used...so it didn't count. Yeah...that's how it starts. I know this from personal experience.)