Psalm 27:4 "One thing have I desired; that will I seek after. That I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life."

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Graduation

I don’t think I’ll go so far as to say that I survived (I’m still completely exhausted and immobile), but we had a wonderful time with Karra’s graduation and party and everyone has declared it a smashing success.

It was a long haul this past two weeks to get the yard and farm looking like a nicely manicured homestead.  The front door and downstairs bath never got painted and only the door trim on the deck doors got painted, but the house was clean – even the carpet.  Let me tell ya ’bout the carpet.

Wednesday night the family took off for church and I moved furniture and vacuumed and prepared the carpet shampooer to do it’s job.  Starting at the point farthest from the worst of the stains, I set to work.  Wow there is a LOT of soap coming out of that carpet, I thinks to myself.  Hmmm, why is there soap going out when I’m not pulling the trigger?  But the small area by the door where Lexi had had diarrhea was sure looking clean.  Wow, that went through a hole reservoir of soap.  So I refilled the soap container and put it on the machine and then took the water container to refill.  All set to go back to work and I moved the machine to find a big white spot under it.  Well, that sure looks clean, I thinks to myself.  Holy Cow!!  The soap reservoir was empty!!!!!!!!  It leaked the whole thing onto one already pretty clean spot on the carpet.  Now what do I do?

Panic quickly ensued.  What do I do?  I have to get this carpet cleaned!!  Ah hah!  Eden Clean to the rescue!!  I called my friend that has a cleaning business (she just happened to have had a new baby a month ago, but oh well).  Can your husband come and clean my carpet tomorrow or Friday?  I’m so desparate – my shampooer died and Karra’s graduation is Satureday – the dogs have totally trashed my carpet and I don’t know what to do!!!  All of this to a voice mail.  I waited two minutes then texted her husband with the same message.  I waited two minutes then called my BFF for sympathy.  She is the best BFF in the whole world!!  Not only did she tell me on Tuesday that she didn’t see any cobwebs on my ceiling, she told me on Wednesday night in the middle of my panic that my carpet (covered with doggie stains) really didn’t look that bad.  What an awesome friend!  While I’m on the phone with her, my friend calls me back and says “Oh, yeah, my husband can come tomorrow morning!”  Oh, good friends are the best!!  He came on Thursday morning, made all of the stains go away, tried one of the graduation cupcakes that Kristen was baking and forgot one of the hoses to his machine because I was giving him a farm tour – 🙂  I took the hose to them when I went out to grocery shop and got to hold their tiny little new baby!  Aw.  I think I’m like my Aunt Connie – I just can’t get enough of holding babies.

Friday was Kurt’s last day of drama camp and his performance.  I was running errands for the 5th day in a row when my parents arrived.  By the time I got home I was an angry exhausted woman.  After going to fetch Kurt I came home and took a nap.  I was a new person for the performance Friday night.  As usual the kids pulled off a funny and entertaining performance after only a week of practice.  It was a lot of fun and we had 6 family members along for the laughs!

Saturday dawned cool, overcast and windy.  Not a good sign for an afternoon party.  The girls decorated the fence and gate and I put up the front door sign.  Karra dove into my BFF’s box of decorations and made the house look lovely.  I kept coming out of my sewing room with a new decoration or something I’d made and she was duly impressed by my creativity.  She even said she had no idea her mom was so creative! (Pat me on the back)  We were all decorated and ready to go by 10:30.  By the time my extra helpers came, there wasn’t much left to do.  By two o’clock the sun was coming out, the wind had died down and I had a house and deck full of people.  We started our ceremony at 2:15 and were done in ten minutes.  Karra’s speech was funny, I didn’t cry and everyone enjoyed the food and fun.  The kids (Kristen and her friends) played badminton and my BFF’s husband and twins and some other folks played corn hole.  Uncle Gray Shirt, bless his heart, made us our own corn hole boards just for the party.

I’ll hush now and share some pictures.

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Here they are – all of those first day of pictures.  When my Mom showed up with 1st day of dance and 1st day of 1st grade pictures,  I had to scrounge for 1st day of kindergarten picture.  It was easier to find than I thought it would be.  From 4 year-old dimples to pointe shoes in 10 years.  Oh my gosh, how the time flew by.

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The newly remodeled school room with a table moved back in.

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The view from the front door.

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A close up of the “presentation table”. The paper was her outline of the day’s activities.  Complete with the Belmont Stakes at 6pm.

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The words on the front door are her exact quote of the words she said we could put on a banner on the front gate.  I found a banner that said Congratulations! and then had decals to put her name on, so I went with that for the front gate.  I had planned to do a magnet-board type thing at the gate, so I just taped them to the front door and added the hats from the decorations box.  She loved it.  I still can’t believe I surprised her with my creativity.

And at last – the very end of the post – the Valedictorian of her graduation class of 2015!

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And That is What’s Been Happening in the Homeschool and on the Hobby Farm!!

Free Mom on craigslist!

So maybe my day didn’t start the way I’d have liked.  And maybe it didn’t go quite according to plan.  But giving me away for FREE on craigslist?  Am I really that bad??  Or just a little goof-ball?

I came out of the Christmas Shop last night (I can’t WAIT to share my homemade Christmas cards!) and the men announced that Lexi had thrown up.  “Well, what did you do about it?”  “Dad was here!”  “Kurt was here!”  “What did you DO about it?”  “Nothing.”  Grrrrrrrr!!  So, I cleaned up the doggie barf.  It didn’t look like the usual barf, it looked like poop.  Early this morning (before 6 o’clock) I heard the doggie bells.  Groan.  I don’t want to get up this early.  Faint bells . . .  back to La La Land.  I rolled down the stairs at 6:40, let the dogs out, walked past the piano to check the temperature and with the flip of a light switch I found doggie poop ALL OVER THE LIVING ROOM!!!!!!  I got a phone call Sunday night that we ARE having company this year for the Family Thanksgiving in Ohio.  I now have my all ready doggie soiled carpet even MORE soiled with doggie stains.  “This is a joke, right?”  “This can NOT be happening.”

Figuring that it was Lexi and knowing to withhold food and water for 24 hours, I fed Luke and cleaned up the carpet mess.  I soaked as many spots as I could with carpet cleaner and decided to get the Woolite stuff while I was out later for Thanksgiving things.  Lexi didn’t even realize that I didn’t feed her.  She threw up twice more and wanted outside about 50 times.

When the sun came up I saw that the barn door was wide open – had been all night.  Well, young man that had been sent out to lock up the chickens and close up the barn, what part of “close up the barn” didn’t register?  Kristen and I went out to feed around 8 (I know a little late, but we were planning strategy for today’s cleaning jobs) and what did she discover?  Not only was the barn door open all night, the lid had been off the tub of chicken feed.  Guess who had herself a high protein feast?  And then deposited that feast all over my poor, pathetic carpet?  Someone was in hot water and by the time I got to him and ran through all of the “what if” scenarios, young man was in tears.

At least we knew what she got into, but it didn’t help the state of my carpet.  I went to do the grocery store run, got home, was eating lunch and realized that I had never gotten the carpet cleaner – “this is a joke right?”

Deciding that cleaning up the schoolroom was the next item on my list of things I didn’t really want to do (I cleaned my bathroom and dusted my bedroom yesterday – I felt ready to conquer the world, until the dog crapped all over the floor this morning), so I started checking schoolwork and sat down to do English with Kristen and then a spelling test.  I guess I had reached the stage of near hysteria, or maybe I was feeling punchy from the salty chips I had with lunch, but I lost it.  Goof ball city erupted from Mom, complete with sound effects (crazy voices).  “Mom, I’m going to advertise you for free on craigslist!”  “I can’t help it!  There’s too much pain in this English lesson!  I can’t take it!!!!.”  “MOM!!”

I did manage to recover myself enough to give the spelling test (poor child is a terrible speller) and we moved on to dusting the kitchen, yelling at Kurt to do the cleaning I told him to not the cleaning he thought needed doing.  And then off we went to the barn to help feed the horses.  We did okay.  I threw the hay over the stall wall (laughed at Kristen when it missed; she laughed at me when I hadn’t even thrown it yet and it fell) and sure enough, I got hay in my undergarment. :p  And we’re on the way home to eat supper and continue the living room dusting before MARVEL Agents of Shield comes on tonight.  We’re talking about the sleeping arrangements with company and Kurt usually bunks in our room, but we were deciding who got the warmest sleeping bags and Kristen said, “Kurt can use the rattly one that makes noise every time he moves.”  But what did the Mom actually hear? “Kurt can use the rattly one that makes noise every time he poops.”  “Every time he poops?”  “Mom, I said every time he MOVES!  That does it, I’m giving you away for free on craigslist!!”

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Free for Thanksgiving, one wacky Mom.  She’s all there (mostly) but tends to forget herself when she gets stressed.  Stress results in goof ball antics, crazy cartoonish voices and general silliness.  She’ll be a very entertaining addition to your family Thanksgiving.  She’s a good cook too.

And That’s What’s Happening on the Hobby Farm.

 

Why I’m Satisfied with Older Things

I told Joel the other morning that the older I get the more I’m satisfied with less. Give me my animals and I’m happy. I really don’t care that my van is 13 years old and has over 260,000 miles on it. I really don’t mind. My house is as old as the van and probably has as many miles on it and could use some sprucing up, but I’m okay with it. I’d have a fit if the carpet were new and the dogs ran across it with muddy feet (or Lexi “used” it) or Hubby wore dirty shoes across it or put a greasy machine part on it. It’s better to have older stained & torn carpet then a heart attack every time someone lives in the house.

Now, I did just go on a clothes spree at the re-sale shop, but I haven’t paid much attention to my wardrobe in years (part of that slow downward spiral that took a long time to hit bottom and take it’s toll).  My fashionista, Karra, looked at my clothes and said,

“Mom, you have some cute clothes you just need more color.”

Aw, that’s so sweet.  So, we all went and tried on clothes and I found some tank tops (more neutral than colorful) and a pretty ferns & flowers blouse, and a summery sweater in shocking pink! and a gorgeous knit shirt (that makes me look like Dolly Parton) in a bright torquoise.  Sometimes you need to wear something different than the norm.  I even bought a skirt & followed it up with a pair of pantyhose!  Gosh, I haven’t worn a dress to church in an eternity – or since I outgrew my really nice dressy clothes and never replaced them.

I guess I’m not satisfied with my 10 year old wardrobe anymore, but honestly I’m not interested in having a showplace house that’s perfectly decorated and right out of a magazine – that’s just too much work.  I like to tell people “This is a working house.  If you want to see a showplace, I have a friend that lives down the road.”  And her house is gorgeous.  It’s well kept, neat and tidy despite the dog.  It’s just not us.  Hello, we live on a hobby farm!  Even before the animals we had 5 acres of clay that turns to mud when it rains, or snows, or dews, or just gets looked at.  And I wouldn’t trade my animals for anything (though a house on the beach is VERY tempting, but comes with its own set of messes, i.e., sand, dry sand, wet sand, sand, and more sand).

So, I’m content.  Not that I want the whole world to see my shabby happy palace.  Now, the carpet is mostly the fault of the installers who put a seam right down the center of the room – for real???  Of course, I did pick a white berber because it wasn’t brown and the only other choice was blue.  We thought we’d replace our floorings in 5 or so years (before I filled the living room with stuffed to the gills bookshelves and the huge entertainment armoire that I will love FOREVER – it’s an Ethan Allen and I got if for a song at Big Lots!!!), but let’s see 5 years after we moved in we had given birth to my bouncy baby boy, had gone to Florida on vacation, I had discovered homesteading and was thinking about chickens and cows and sheep or goats, oh my!  Actually, we went to Hawaii and then got chickens but that was in ’07.  And of course we’ve mostly built a barn and had and  lost animals and now have two fun and lovable dogs.  So, the carpet stays, the paint is nicked and dirty, the wall around the new window in my closet still needs to be drywall finished and repainted and the bonus room (someone’s college apartment) is still unfinished.   Buy hey, once the kids start rotating out we’ll be able to fix up the girls bedrooms (which need it much more than Kurt’s).

I guess in the long run, my kids are healthy, intelligent, gifted and blessed.  They’ve given their hearts to Jesus.  What else really matters?

And That’s What’s Reflecting on the Pond Today.

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