Mr. and Mrs. Sprat go a-sledding...

*The following story depicts fictional characters whose names have been changed to protect their privacy as the wife blogs about it.”

One night not to long ago, on the coldest day of the winter Mrs. Sprat decided to take her youngest larva to a birthday party… almost forgetting her coat she bundled up the offspring and went on her merry way … with no socks… they didn’t go with her outfit of the uniform of ratty sweater and pilled shirt and skirt… socks would just detract from the overall look..

So as Mrs. Sprat is driving down the road a odd sound starts to develop..

Lets give a little back ground here… Mrs. Sprat is a little neurotic about cars and them breaking down.. or smashing into deer, houses, guard rails, and embankments..  Not that she ever did any of those…

Yeah ok… so when she hears a odd sound she tends to tie herself up in knots inside and start worrying…

She loves to worry.. it helps the procrastination.

So as the sound becomes louder her car starts to overheat… Mrs. Sprat knew that something was wrong… Mr. Sprat comes along in the Sprat’s other jalopy armed with antifreeze… I wont go into detail on what was wrong with jalopy #1 but one of the problems was it wouldn’t start…. So here is the Sprats waiting in the cold for a jump start..

They only had to wait an hour…by then it started to snow pretty heavy …. Mr. Sprat in jalopy #1 Mrs. Sprat in jalopy #2…. They started back home… jalopy #1 dies again almost to the top of a small hill… Mr. Sprat gets a brilliant idea…

Now… lets give a little background on Mr. Sprat… he fancies himself a MacGyver… there isn’t any problem he is faced with that he can’t charm, barter, or clothes hanger his way out…   Mrs. Sprat is usually too busy spazzing out to think of anything but “ OH NO!!! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DOOOOOOOO”

So Mr. Sprat then asks his spazzed out wife to push jalopy #1 with jalopy #2…( are you following? it is hard I know... )

If you have ever driven bumper cars you can understand the bounce affect… now picture playing bumper cars with real ones.. that wasn’t the plan but that was what Mrs. Sprat was causing as she was working herself up to a full blown hysterical fit… so Mr. Sprat decided ( as cars are lining up behind them) to let Mrs. Sprat steer jalopy #1…. Only he didn’t tell her that there was no power steering, brakes, or headlights to see where she was going…

So through a frosted over windshield Mrs. Sprat tries to peer through… thinking that once she turns on the headlights she can see where the middle of the road is… wait… there is none…..husband is starting to get some really good speed going with both cars as she starts to panic more.. she tries to steer she realizes in her state of mind she can’t cry and point the car in the right direction at the same time… the ditch is getting closer...she goes to roll down the window and try and flag her husband as he is revving that jalopy #2 up to full speed… no power windows either… brakes… practically standing on them she has flash backs of sliding down hills into houses… so what does she do but have to open up the door scream at the top of her lungs at mcgruber back there to stop…

As Mrs. Sprat has a full blown hysterical meltdown in the  middle of the road cars slowly make it past the couple… Mr. Sprat tries to console his basket case…

Fast forward 30 minutes… the Sprats both got home… with both cars…

Mrs. Sprat is rethinking the whole no sock idea..  and Mr. Sprat is wondering how he could have used a pvc pipe fitting with some tarp and duct tape to make it go even faster…  

The local towns people think they are complete morons… 

The Case of the MIA blogger..

                                                                      Cover of Cookbook

I had a dream the other night…  that I had written out 15 blog posts and posted them all online in one day.. I was having an anxiety attack that I should have spread them out over two weeks…

Luckily I woke up.. then I had an anxiety attack that I didn’t even write one blog post in the last two weeks..

What in the world has Haggy Housewife been doing? You ask…

Well… being haggy for one.. two writing a cookbook…

Oh that sounds easy …

Yeaaahhh ok…

First lets go back four months ago..

A friend of mine is getting married in a month or so and she had requested some recipes from me for a shower gift.. and because I have the Jarvis blood “cruising” through my veins I wanted to wait till the last possible moment to start thinking about this collection of recipes.. I knew of people who had books printed of their wedding pictures with blurbs of words and what not so I thought there should be a site where I could get a cookbook printed… half searching I finally found one and settled down to upload the recipes..

Then they changed the shower date on me…

I wasn’t even close to having this book completed so I put it on the back burner for several weeks because that deadline was quickly approaching  and why have anything done weeks ahead of time… those last minutes is when everything should be done.. right?

You would think being 30 some years old I would have learned that nothing is gained by rushing.. it is like my justification on cleaning house for company.. if I do it too early everything will get trashed before they get here so lets wait till the day of…

Anyways back to my procrastination issues (something I had made a resolution not to do this year.. but I have been procrastinating on starting to not procrastinate.) So I poured myself into this book… the template this site had was not what I wanted but for the price is what I needed.. I had to pour over each and every recipe to make sure of the spelling, grammar and flow of the recipe was right.. Mama and Jessica started helping… Dishes started piling up..Laundry baskets are over flowing and I kept a headache since last week.

But it is done.

It is like when you open the fridge and it spells like something crawled in there and died… when you finally clean it all out and find that open container of beans you forgot to use last month and now when you open it everything is organized and sparkly… this is what it feels like..

Ok maybe not everyone has a fridge like mine.. or keeps one like me.. just picture something that bugs you so much you have dreams of it and once you have completed the task that weight is lifted and you can now turn that focus on something else.

For me it is blogging..

I do enjoy blogging but sometimes to sit down and make any sense of my thoughts can be a uphill battle…

If I am in a foul mood because of X Y and Z then all that comes out of me is hate hate hate grump grump whine whine point fingers at this person blame that person.. so on and so on..

But now that I have completed this book I have no more excuses right?

Give me a few minutes and I will think of several.