Pickles.

So, while I was in California I had wanted to make jam and pickles. But because it was still early in the year, we were unable to do the pickles there. But we were able to make some delish jam.

Well, after weeks of waiting, I finally found some pickling cucumbers! Yay! So, I call my mom, get the reciepe and set about collecting everything I need..

Saturday, I start at 9 am. I don't have a food processer, so I set my coffee table up with a towel, cutting board, and lots of bowls. 2 hours of thinly slicing 14 pounds of cucumbers, "shredding" 4 bell peppers (My grater wasn't working so I had to cut up the bells super small) and thinly slicing 14 tiny onions. It was tedious. 3 hours of dehydrating the cucs while I went grocery shopping. Then making the syrup. Then combining. Then boiling the cars... I wasn't done till about 5. Just in time to start making dinner.=)

I am super excited. They taste great. Apparently roomie doesn't like my pickles, but that just means more for Seth and Me! He couldn't understand why I made so many jars tho. He thinks I am crazy. Oh well.

Mom!

    So, I am lame. I totally forgot Sunday was Mother's day. And so I forgot to call, email, mail, or otherwise inform my mother that I think she is FREAKING AMAZING!!
    Seriously, my mom is my role modle on so many aspects of life. She has always been there for me to let me vent, so whine too, and get sage, sound advice. Literally on almost every topic. She seems to be an endless fountain of knowledge. Whenever I call her, and I am freaking out about whatever, her first words always seem to be, "calm down, breath, tell me what's going on..everything's going to be fine"
    I remember, when I was about 17(?) I would wait up real late for her to get home from work, just to talk. And no matter how dog tired we were, would would talk for at least an hour. I always valued our time together.
   She has given everything to her kids. Anything she can do for them, she does. She will support us on almost everything we set our minds to. She loves us no matter how bad we mess up. She taught me the meaning of unconditional love.
   She has taught me soo many things. The most resent being how to make jam, and refreshing my memory on how to grow a garden in a pot. I never realized how many things I know how to do, that I thought were common knowledge things, were taught to me because my mom knew I should know them when I grow up.
   I know how privledged I feel being able to call her MY mother. I love her soo much!