This is completely and totally random. I wanted to name my blog ramblings and randomness but they said it was "taken". How dare they!! Anyway, since I am not a fan of strange spellings that are grammatically incorrect to "make it work" I went "boring".
Ok, so, enough. I baked a pumpkin today. It was what they call a cheese pumpkin to be exact. Don't ask me why it is called that. The lady at the fruit farm said it's the kind most supermarkets use. She did warn me that making my own pumpkin puree would be difficult. Apparently she doesn't know I make my own tomato sauce, pasta, bread....you know, regular old Betty Crocker with out the pre-mixed packaging.
It was work but DUH!!! Several hours later I have the equivalent of 7 - 15 oz. cans of pumpkin and 2 cups pumpkin seeds for a fraction of the price I would have paid. Kieran wants pumpkin for dinner so pumpkin he shall get.
We are having Buffalo Salmon, pumpkin, and noodles for dinner. The way I make buffalo salmon is, as usual, not like the recipe, so this is my way.
Buffalo Salmon
1 pound salmon, skin on
1/4 cup hot sauce (today I am using Frank's sweet heat wing sauce)
1/3 cup panko
5 Tablespoons butter
Put oil in a shallow pan in the oven, which is preheating at 425.
Melt the butter and hot sauce together.
Once the oven is heated, pull the pan out and put the salmon on it, skin down.
Cut a few slits in the salon, pour the sauce and butter over it. (they say reserve 1/4 cup for dipping but it is hot enough without that).
Mix the panko with a little oil and spread over top the salmon.
Bake for 20-25 minutes (or until you feel it's done.)
Egg noodles - You know how to boil water and follow the package directions, right? Then add butter, salt and pepper.
Pumpkin
Take cooked pumpkin (recommend not canned puree)
Heat with butter and cinnamon and serve.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
What I Wish I Said
I went to a school reunion a few days ago. Some of you will wonder why there was a reunion from 15 years ago - when I was in 6th and 7th, but it was the "high school" of conservative Mennonite schools - 5th-8th.
I was only there for 2 years but it amazes me it was that short. It seemed so much longer. None of this is for a bragging OR poor me moment but a reflection and encouragement-to those who have been bullied, for those who bullied, for those who didn't fit in, and more importantly, for those who are parents now to think of with their kids.
I was always the different one. The longest time in one school was 2 years. We moved quite a bit. We just moved before I started 1rst so I didn't even get to go to school with "all my friends". 1rst and 2nd, move. 3rd, 4th, half of 5th, move. Home schooled the rest of 5th, then this school, 6th and 7th. Incidentally, I was home schooled 8th - 12th, and based on my first 7 years, I truly didn't care. The first 5 years were much like the last 2 except in the first 5 I had no one I could count on, no true reason to look back.
What I wish I had said is below. Imagine I am speaking to a bunch of now grown up people, many are now parents like myself.
I was always a quick speaker but what many people didn't realize is that the words coming out were from thoughts running with lightening speed through my brain. Regrettably, I wasn't brave enough to speak up when maybe sometimes I should have.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt me." I have no idea who started this lousy play ground saying but they were crazy. There is absolutely no truth to this. Sticks and stones MAY break a person's bones, but those wounds are seen and those wounds heal. Words carelessly and meanly spoken, not so much. An adult will more likely see those physical injuries but unless a child is a tattle tale (who wants to be known as that?) the adult will never know those wounds deep to the soul - four eyes, heifer, cheddar cheese. Ludicrous and hilarious? Maybe, but not to an 11 - 12 year old who wants to fit in and have friends, but instead is taunted every playground moment. I was the shortest, the new kid, the different kid, the "smart" kid. If it was different, it was me.
You may wonder why I came. Why I bothered to drive 2.5 hours each way with 3 kids to come to this reunion. It is because of the good, the girl friends I made, the good memories with them. The one place I left and didn't mind going back to was this group of friends. The beautiful thing is that these friends who I have seen once in fifteen years are still my friends, they still bring a smile to my face when I think of them, and even more so, now, when I see them today. It amazes me how easily we are able to talk and visit together with all the different paths we have taken.
I find it sad how vividly I can remember those horrible words and taunts, and who said and did those things to me. I have forgiven you but forgiving and forgetting isn't possible. Our brains are not made to forget. This is how we learn. Even funnier is that some of you who treated me the worst have or had no clue who I was. I find it so ironic that I can't forget but yet you don't have any idea the impact you had on my life.
As I look back over yesterday and see my today, I am happy for who I am and have become. Take it or leave it, I am me and for the most part, people get me. If they don't like me then at least no one's time was wasted and no one had to pretend.
I am sad because I have a son who is so much like me. I see the same things happening in his life and honestly? I don't know what to do. I try to think of me as a child and what I would want from an adult in my life but I am blank. I have seen things happen where he has been bullied but either he is oblivious or he is just taking it in and doesn't want to say anything. I don't want my son to go through the silent hell I did but I don't know what to do and I feel so helpless. He is so eager to learn, so quick to learn, so willing to be any one's friend,, and I fear that in his struggle to fit in and have friends he will keep his mouth shut when/if he is bullied, as I have seen already happen. All I want to do is protect him from the heart-ful of hurt I suffered, but I don't know how.
So parents, listen, watch, and teach. You never know if your child will be bullied or be the bully. Maybe, and hopefully, neither, and maybe someday, just like the day those girls rallied around me in a circle on a really tough day, your child will there for the child who is also having a really tough day.
I was only there for 2 years but it amazes me it was that short. It seemed so much longer. None of this is for a bragging OR poor me moment but a reflection and encouragement-to those who have been bullied, for those who bullied, for those who didn't fit in, and more importantly, for those who are parents now to think of with their kids.
I was always the different one. The longest time in one school was 2 years. We moved quite a bit. We just moved before I started 1rst so I didn't even get to go to school with "all my friends". 1rst and 2nd, move. 3rd, 4th, half of 5th, move. Home schooled the rest of 5th, then this school, 6th and 7th. Incidentally, I was home schooled 8th - 12th, and based on my first 7 years, I truly didn't care. The first 5 years were much like the last 2 except in the first 5 I had no one I could count on, no true reason to look back.
What I wish I had said is below. Imagine I am speaking to a bunch of now grown up people, many are now parents like myself.
I was always a quick speaker but what many people didn't realize is that the words coming out were from thoughts running with lightening speed through my brain. Regrettably, I wasn't brave enough to speak up when maybe sometimes I should have.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt me." I have no idea who started this lousy play ground saying but they were crazy. There is absolutely no truth to this. Sticks and stones MAY break a person's bones, but those wounds are seen and those wounds heal. Words carelessly and meanly spoken, not so much. An adult will more likely see those physical injuries but unless a child is a tattle tale (who wants to be known as that?) the adult will never know those wounds deep to the soul - four eyes, heifer, cheddar cheese. Ludicrous and hilarious? Maybe, but not to an 11 - 12 year old who wants to fit in and have friends, but instead is taunted every playground moment. I was the shortest, the new kid, the different kid, the "smart" kid. If it was different, it was me.
You may wonder why I came. Why I bothered to drive 2.5 hours each way with 3 kids to come to this reunion. It is because of the good, the girl friends I made, the good memories with them. The one place I left and didn't mind going back to was this group of friends. The beautiful thing is that these friends who I have seen once in fifteen years are still my friends, they still bring a smile to my face when I think of them, and even more so, now, when I see them today. It amazes me how easily we are able to talk and visit together with all the different paths we have taken.
I find it sad how vividly I can remember those horrible words and taunts, and who said and did those things to me. I have forgiven you but forgiving and forgetting isn't possible. Our brains are not made to forget. This is how we learn. Even funnier is that some of you who treated me the worst have or had no clue who I was. I find it so ironic that I can't forget but yet you don't have any idea the impact you had on my life.
As I look back over yesterday and see my today, I am happy for who I am and have become. Take it or leave it, I am me and for the most part, people get me. If they don't like me then at least no one's time was wasted and no one had to pretend.
I am sad because I have a son who is so much like me. I see the same things happening in his life and honestly? I don't know what to do. I try to think of me as a child and what I would want from an adult in my life but I am blank. I have seen things happen where he has been bullied but either he is oblivious or he is just taking it in and doesn't want to say anything. I don't want my son to go through the silent hell I did but I don't know what to do and I feel so helpless. He is so eager to learn, so quick to learn, so willing to be any one's friend,, and I fear that in his struggle to fit in and have friends he will keep his mouth shut when/if he is bullied, as I have seen already happen. All I want to do is protect him from the heart-ful of hurt I suffered, but I don't know how.
So parents, listen, watch, and teach. You never know if your child will be bullied or be the bully. Maybe, and hopefully, neither, and maybe someday, just like the day those girls rallied around me in a circle on a really tough day, your child will there for the child who is also having a really tough day.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
9 years of no "Wedded Bliss"
As I was thinking about our anniversary I thought of the quote some people use about whatever year it is of marriage - "__ years of wedded bliss." When I look back over our marriage I sure wouldn't call it 9 years of wedded bliss. Neither, I believe, would my husband.
I don't think marriage should be wedded bliss. I mean, if you think of it, how fairy tale does that sound? And blah! Wedded bliss brings to mind everything being perfect, just floating on through life together, no arguments, no clouds. How realistic is that? I think that if you have had years of wedded bliss, someone isn't voicing their opinion enough, someone is being a doormat, and someone really, deep down, isn't truly happy.
I can look back over good times and hard times. I can remember some knockdown drawn out fights that, while I don't look back at them with pride, I do see how that shaped us and made us better. Better able to voice our opinion rationally because we never wanted to do that again, able to speak up sooner rather than steaming silently about it. I definitely wouldn't characterize that as wedded bliss. Losing our baby was another one. College, In-laws, family, losing our baby, moving, work, finances. These stresses all put hardship on a marriage, causing silence and fighting. Emotions go crazy, and sometimes in the wrong directions. By no means, wedded bliss.
However, through it all, the good times far out-weigh the bad. College graduation together, painting our first apartment, celebrating our children's births, seeing new places together, growing together, promotions, and simply waking up next to each other every day.
While I would never say I have wedded bliss, nor that I wish to, I AM very happy to say that I don't regret getting married at 19, I don't regret having children when we did, I don't regret where we have been or where we are going. I am happy for the good and the bad, and I am happy to say Happy Anniversary Davide. Thank you for being my husband, for loving me through everything, for being my lover, my best friend, my children's father. I love you.
And for the person who had suggested that I "date other people to make sure he was the one", I am glad I didn't waste the time when my soul mate was standing right in front of me.
I don't think marriage should be wedded bliss. I mean, if you think of it, how fairy tale does that sound? And blah! Wedded bliss brings to mind everything being perfect, just floating on through life together, no arguments, no clouds. How realistic is that? I think that if you have had years of wedded bliss, someone isn't voicing their opinion enough, someone is being a doormat, and someone really, deep down, isn't truly happy.
I can look back over good times and hard times. I can remember some knockdown drawn out fights that, while I don't look back at them with pride, I do see how that shaped us and made us better. Better able to voice our opinion rationally because we never wanted to do that again, able to speak up sooner rather than steaming silently about it. I definitely wouldn't characterize that as wedded bliss. Losing our baby was another one. College, In-laws, family, losing our baby, moving, work, finances. These stresses all put hardship on a marriage, causing silence and fighting. Emotions go crazy, and sometimes in the wrong directions. By no means, wedded bliss.
However, through it all, the good times far out-weigh the bad. College graduation together, painting our first apartment, celebrating our children's births, seeing new places together, growing together, promotions, and simply waking up next to each other every day.
While I would never say I have wedded bliss, nor that I wish to, I AM very happy to say that I don't regret getting married at 19, I don't regret having children when we did, I don't regret where we have been or where we are going. I am happy for the good and the bad, and I am happy to say Happy Anniversary Davide. Thank you for being my husband, for loving me through everything, for being my lover, my best friend, my children's father. I love you.
And for the person who had suggested that I "date other people to make sure he was the one", I am glad I didn't waste the time when my soul mate was standing right in front of me.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Thunderclouds and Rainbows
They say behind every cloud there is the sun or a rainbow, or something like that. Well, I have a thundercloud, and behind it is one of the most beautiful rainbows. Some of you know my cloud, some may not, but July 13, 2006, it was final. The surprise pregnancy we were so excited about was officially over 9.5 weeks after it began. It is a story over 1/4 the women in the world share with me - some in silent pain and others boldly wear it.
I chose to wear it - not boldly, but out loud. There are so many women hurting from the loss of a baby, whether from pregnancy, stillborn, or an infant, and somehow, many feel so trivialized. It isn't like we even knew these little ones, heard these little ones, some have never held them, and some have held them for a few short days or months. We don't have years of memories to hurt from. Years of beautiful memories. And that, is sometimes why we hurt so much. The dreams have no fulfillment. The arms ache from that body they never held, and ears search for that sound they will never hear. There will be no first step, first word, first day of school, no teenager, no wedding, no "only grand-babies this child could have".
Instead, each year passes silently by, often too silently for those who are recognized by no one. Mothers cry in a room alone, wishing that their baby got told Happy Birthday or remembered in some little way.
This is my cloud, and behind it, the most beautiful rainbow.
My rainbow starts when I met Lynsey and Cori on Baby Zone. Both had just delivered their precious sleeping babies. They have both become life friends, I believe, as we walked through loss, remembering, starting over, and now, all 3 of us have 2.5 year old children. Because of starting this journey at Baby Zone there are other women I met - at least 10 that I consider my friends-a few are Alisa, Cathy, Tracey, Mary, Sara, Kim, Sarah - and countless others who are in my life in some way or another. We all come from different walks, some have lost and others not, but they are part of that beautiful rainbow. The rainbow gets bigger when I think of my thread of friends on Baby Center. I went there for one thing, these friends, my sisters - Becky, Shannon, Tricia, Janet, Alisha, Brandi and Kari.
When I was laying in Room #14, in our local emergency room, I remember vividly a conversation I had with God. I know, some of you think I am crazy. I still get "wow" remembering it. "I looked at the ceiling, not expecting an answer, and said, "God, I trust you that my baby will be ok." He replied, "That isn't trust. Trust is believing that everything will be OK no matter what happens." I remember hesitating and thinking that if I actually said I trusted Him no matter what, I would be admitting it was possible that I was losing my baby. Finally, I said, "God, I trust You no matter what." His reply was, "Everything will be ok."
I remembered those words as the Dr. told me "this is not a viable pregnancy." Those words are horrible words. Ones that shouldn't exist. They are so cold and harsh.I was numb, I was devastated, but I still had this peace through it all, knowing that it would be ok.
My days still have some clouds but I am alright, and it makes me smile to know that, even with this cloud, there is a beautiful rainbow on the other side of it. I love you all so much. Each of you have touched my heart in your own special way.
This time, and this day is for Angel Hope, my forever baby. You are the reason we have Rohanna Elizabeth, and the reason for her name Rohanna (To know wisdom) and Elizabeth (God's promise). The amazing thing is, we had always planned to use Elizabeth for a middle name(I had anyway) never knowing its meaning. Rohanna however, was specially pulled together from the Hebrew language for our daughter.
I chose to wear it - not boldly, but out loud. There are so many women hurting from the loss of a baby, whether from pregnancy, stillborn, or an infant, and somehow, many feel so trivialized. It isn't like we even knew these little ones, heard these little ones, some have never held them, and some have held them for a few short days or months. We don't have years of memories to hurt from. Years of beautiful memories. And that, is sometimes why we hurt so much. The dreams have no fulfillment. The arms ache from that body they never held, and ears search for that sound they will never hear. There will be no first step, first word, first day of school, no teenager, no wedding, no "only grand-babies this child could have".
Instead, each year passes silently by, often too silently for those who are recognized by no one. Mothers cry in a room alone, wishing that their baby got told Happy Birthday or remembered in some little way.
This is my cloud, and behind it, the most beautiful rainbow.
My rainbow starts when I met Lynsey and Cori on Baby Zone. Both had just delivered their precious sleeping babies. They have both become life friends, I believe, as we walked through loss, remembering, starting over, and now, all 3 of us have 2.5 year old children. Because of starting this journey at Baby Zone there are other women I met - at least 10 that I consider my friends-a few are Alisa, Cathy, Tracey, Mary, Sara, Kim, Sarah - and countless others who are in my life in some way or another. We all come from different walks, some have lost and others not, but they are part of that beautiful rainbow. The rainbow gets bigger when I think of my thread of friends on Baby Center. I went there for one thing, these friends, my sisters - Becky, Shannon, Tricia, Janet, Alisha, Brandi and Kari.
When I was laying in Room #14, in our local emergency room, I remember vividly a conversation I had with God. I know, some of you think I am crazy. I still get "wow" remembering it. "I looked at the ceiling, not expecting an answer, and said, "God, I trust you that my baby will be ok." He replied, "That isn't trust. Trust is believing that everything will be OK no matter what happens." I remember hesitating and thinking that if I actually said I trusted Him no matter what, I would be admitting it was possible that I was losing my baby. Finally, I said, "God, I trust You no matter what." His reply was, "Everything will be ok."
I remembered those words as the Dr. told me "this is not a viable pregnancy." Those words are horrible words. Ones that shouldn't exist. They are so cold and harsh.I was numb, I was devastated, but I still had this peace through it all, knowing that it would be ok.
My days still have some clouds but I am alright, and it makes me smile to know that, even with this cloud, there is a beautiful rainbow on the other side of it. I love you all so much. Each of you have touched my heart in your own special way.
This time, and this day is for Angel Hope, my forever baby. You are the reason we have Rohanna Elizabeth, and the reason for her name Rohanna (To know wisdom) and Elizabeth (God's promise). The amazing thing is, we had always planned to use Elizabeth for a middle name(I had anyway) never knowing its meaning. Rohanna however, was specially pulled together from the Hebrew language for our daughter.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Memorial Day
As every year, I fought back tears as veterans go by in the Memorial Day parade. I think of "yesterday" and today - the World Wars, the Korean War, The Vietnam War, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan.
I cried as I saw the old men, some of them looking at us, obviously honored that we were there for them. Some of the middle aged men had tears in their eyes. I imagined how some of them probably came home from Vietnam, only to be received with hatred, snubbed, and disrespected. I felt sadness as I saw the young people, teenagers, enrolled in programs that are preparing them to one day serve our country. I couldn't help but think how young they are to make such a decision. They aren't old enough to drink, or get married, but they can decide to die for their country - our country.
I imagined my child, grown, maybe being called to serve his country. It scared me. To think of my little one being older, making such a huge decision. It saddened me to think of my son having to go to another country, of maybe being one of those parents who gets that knock on the door.
I cried for the lives lost, the sadness, the pain. I am so proud to be part of a country who, whether we believe in "the cause" being fought for or not, stand for what it believes is right. That we have so many who are willing to fight for, and die for our country if need be.
Because of the sacrifice of those, I am grateful that I can go to bed at night, not in fear, but to restful sleep. There are many who cannot. I am free to believe as I wish, free to voice my opinion, free to dress as I wish, and free to vote, among so many other things.
We owe so much to those who are appreciated so little.
To all the soldiers, their wives, parents, grandparents, children, siblings, and friends, thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you for your sacrifice.
May we never forget, these brave men and women stand for more then just a cause we may or may not believe in. They are human beings, giving their lives. May we honor them, and may we raise our children to honor them - to never forget.
I cried as I saw the old men, some of them looking at us, obviously honored that we were there for them. Some of the middle aged men had tears in their eyes. I imagined how some of them probably came home from Vietnam, only to be received with hatred, snubbed, and disrespected. I felt sadness as I saw the young people, teenagers, enrolled in programs that are preparing them to one day serve our country. I couldn't help but think how young they are to make such a decision. They aren't old enough to drink, or get married, but they can decide to die for their country - our country.
I imagined my child, grown, maybe being called to serve his country. It scared me. To think of my little one being older, making such a huge decision. It saddened me to think of my son having to go to another country, of maybe being one of those parents who gets that knock on the door.
I cried for the lives lost, the sadness, the pain. I am so proud to be part of a country who, whether we believe in "the cause" being fought for or not, stand for what it believes is right. That we have so many who are willing to fight for, and die for our country if need be.
Because of the sacrifice of those, I am grateful that I can go to bed at night, not in fear, but to restful sleep. There are many who cannot. I am free to believe as I wish, free to voice my opinion, free to dress as I wish, and free to vote, among so many other things.
We owe so much to those who are appreciated so little.
To all the soldiers, their wives, parents, grandparents, children, siblings, and friends, thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you for your sacrifice.
May we never forget, these brave men and women stand for more then just a cause we may or may not believe in. They are human beings, giving their lives. May we honor them, and may we raise our children to honor them - to never forget.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Food
Well, I am doing a little better. It hasn't been a month between posts this time.
I LOVE to cook. Now if only we didn't have to clean up afterward.
Last night Dave and I were up until 11 making homemade pasta. Amazing how many hours it takes to make it and how fast it disappears.
Today I made meatballs. THE.BEST.MEATBALLS.I.HAVE.EVER.MADE. EVER! I usually eat one and the first bite is yummy but after that I couldn't care less. Not today. These meatballs were melt in your mouth yummy. Hopefully the batch I made for someone else turned out as good.
It made me think though. Will I ever be able to make them that good again? That's the bad thing about not following a recipe. I throw in a little of this, a little of that and there you go. I can somewhat recreate it but never completely. Was that 3 mushrooms or 6? Two garlic cloves or 3? How BIG were the garlic cloves? *Sigh*.
Will I ever have the best meatball EVER, ever again? I hope so. I really need to start jotting down what I put in as I add it. After the meal I need to make comments on the same paper, then tweak it every time I make it until it is just right.
I say that every time. Think I learn?
I LOVE to cook. Now if only we didn't have to clean up afterward.
Last night Dave and I were up until 11 making homemade pasta. Amazing how many hours it takes to make it and how fast it disappears.
Today I made meatballs. THE.BEST.MEATBALLS.I.HAVE.EVER.MADE. EVER! I usually eat one and the first bite is yummy but after that I couldn't care less. Not today. These meatballs were melt in your mouth yummy. Hopefully the batch I made for someone else turned out as good.
It made me think though. Will I ever be able to make them that good again? That's the bad thing about not following a recipe. I throw in a little of this, a little of that and there you go. I can somewhat recreate it but never completely. Was that 3 mushrooms or 6? Two garlic cloves or 3? How BIG were the garlic cloves? *Sigh*.
Will I ever have the best meatball EVER, ever again? I hope so. I really need to start jotting down what I put in as I add it. After the meal I need to make comments on the same paper, then tweak it every time I make it until it is just right.
I say that every time. Think I learn?
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Dishes in the Tub Kind of Day
What? Don't tell me. You've never heard of "dishes in the tub"? Well, I have lived in many places. Most of them, because of spacial issues(a.k.a. too little space), do not have much counter space. I mean, we are talking MINISCULE. I have about 2 feet of use-able counter space. I have no dishwasher, nor is there space for one. I am also not a dishwasher. (Read, my husband does most the dishes when he has time.) Well, he is insanely busy at work this week and I have been insanely busy and we have 3 days of dishes piled up. With a family of 5 that is ALOT of dishes.
What I discovered the other year is that if you put your dishes and bowls(no silverware, cups, or sharp knives) in a clean tub, fill with hot soapy water, and let sit, it is much easier to wash dishes.
They sit there while I wash a few dishes in the kitchen, PRETENDING I am almost done. It is so much easier to wash dishes without a pile threatening to topple over on you. While the dishes soak in the bathroom I wash the cups and silverware. Once they are dry I start bringing piles of dishes to the kitchen. Much easier to wash after they have soaked!!!
Only problem? I want to take a shower and the dishes aren't done. *SIGH*. And after they ARE done I will have to clean the tub.
My husband will be happy though. He won't have to wash dishes and his wife will look (and smell) much better.
Oh, and one last tip? Soak the silverware in a pan of hot soapy water. Loosens anything stuck to the silver and soaks the pan, all at once. :)
What I discovered the other year is that if you put your dishes and bowls(no silverware, cups, or sharp knives) in a clean tub, fill with hot soapy water, and let sit, it is much easier to wash dishes.
They sit there while I wash a few dishes in the kitchen, PRETENDING I am almost done. It is so much easier to wash dishes without a pile threatening to topple over on you. While the dishes soak in the bathroom I wash the cups and silverware. Once they are dry I start bringing piles of dishes to the kitchen. Much easier to wash after they have soaked!!!
Only problem? I want to take a shower and the dishes aren't done. *SIGH*. And after they ARE done I will have to clean the tub.
My husband will be happy though. He won't have to wash dishes and his wife will look (and smell) much better.
Oh, and one last tip? Soak the silverware in a pan of hot soapy water. Loosens anything stuck to the silver and soaks the pan, all at once. :)
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