Oh, Hello

Well, WordPress sure changed while I’ve been away.

Happy Thanksgiving

Merry Christmas

Happy New Year

That’s covers the major ones. I have been away.

The Holidays were good and I got most of my projects done – still haven’t stained Kutt’s new bed ūüė¶ He’s being a trouper about the delayed bedroom makeover.

I accidentally went off my depression medicine right before Christmas. I think I’m still messed up from that. I waited until I had 3 pills left, like I usually do, only this time, the refill expired 5 days before I called. The pharmacy said they would call my dr.’s office. Six days later, I’ve been off my pills and am having the most bizarre dreams!! I’m getting dizzy like crazy and feeling like when I turn my head, it takes 5-10 seconds for my mind to make the turn with my body! Really creepy. And was a grouch!!! My kids would have used a different word: b*(^*&*. Karra announced that she would be following herself to Michigan if I was like that for Christmas. Personally, I would have liked to see her follow herself. Anyway, I called my dr. office and got back on my meds. I’ve been a much nicer person to be around since then.

I’ve really been re-thinking my blog lately and haven’t decided if I should continue on with the hobby farm, revamp what I write about, or start a completely new blog. Until I decide something, I guess I’ll keep rambling to you.

I feel like the hobby farm is winding down – or maybe just changing seasons. We butchered SugarBelle in September and I sold LibertyBelle in December – she’s now happily mated to a Hereford bull and expecting a Baldy calf. Torpedo is a steer – not as much fun as a moo moo mama, and a little on the grouchy side being by himself most of the time. ¬†I miss my cows. If we venture into a milk cow again, I’ll make sure I can get her bred easily, and also probably go with a regular sized cow. The Dexters didn’t prove to be all we had hoped for. I want a sweet cow. I want a dehorned cow.

The sheep are so easy to take care of – not to mention breed. Shamrock joined the ladies October 1st and we separated them in late December. Honey and Stormie already show signs of udder development. Kristen has bumped the girls and she’s pretty sure that 4 of them are pregnant. Rebekah we’re not sure of – she’s an awful lot like her mama, Daisy. ūüėÄ

One of the things I’m thinking about for future hobby farming is replacing our Shetland lamb that died and raising some woollies. ¬†It would probably be smarter to go with a spinnable wool hair sheep, but we’re still pretty leery of horns on animals. Soay have horns. Painted Dessert sheep have horns. When it comes to wool, Jacob sheep and Icelandic sheep have horns. Icelandics are pricey, too! ¬†I’m thinking about alpacas or llamas, too. My niece had a beautiful llama when she was in high school – Dominick. Oh, he was gorgeous!!!! ¬†If I could raise the fleece, there is a mid Ohio fiber mill where I could have them washed, carded, and spun. I could put them on my Etsy shop (which I finally opened!) as roving, or knit them into something.

We’re also talking about replacing our chickens this year, but not Brik!! And we may be getting piggies to grow for the freezer. Yum, yum.

My head continues to spin with ideas for how to start my own little cottage industry from my own little – well, big – cottage. ¬†The transcription course got bogged down in cyber relax massage chairs (don’t ask) and I’ve gotten very discouraged with it. I know it’s something I could do, but I really got hung up with it. And quite honestly, all I want to do is spend the days and hours of my life in my sewing room creating things. Fun things, usable thing, whimsical things, nonsensical things, practical things. Things that will bless people. Things that people can bless other people with.

OK, the Etsy shop. Yes, I opened it. The only item in it is one of Kristen’s paintings. I’d love to see her sell it, but in the meantime, it hangs in my living room and I really, really like it!

The plan is to stock The Crazy Bumble Bee.Etsy shop with baby blankets and bibs. At least to start. I have a partially finished blanket in the sewing room for my friend, Sarah, whose baby shower I couldn’t attend on Tuesday because I’M SICK! ¬†I really like piecing together squares for a simple baby blanket. It’s fun. I’m looking forward to blessing the Woman’s Clinic of Columbus with baby blankets, as well as stocking the Etsy shop. ¬†Hopefully by fall I will have some Christmas items done that I can stock as well. I would still like to do a completely Christmas shop, but I’ve felt God speaking to me about that, so it may be something I keep separate from The Crazy Bumble Bee; I’m not sure at this point.

Kurt’s LEGO robotics and invention team is doing well and they’ve advanced to the State Finals competition next month. Go LEGO Force! ¬†Kristen had her first IEA show yesterday (I left my death bed to attend). She did respectable for her first Open classes, two fourth place finishes. She and our team’s top horsemanship rider both drew the same horse and after watching her teammate have a not so good ride, Kristen started to get her in her own way. But when she went out to ride, she rode that horse! She definitely had the better ride and when we watched a really good rider on him later, she only finished one place above Kristen and her teammate on the same horse. It was a big win for Kristen in that she didn’t let herself focus on her teammate’s ride, but went out and tried to do something different to find the horse’s buttons. And it worked! Our next show is in West Virginia! and is the weekend after Kurt’s LEGO competition.

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




The Cows Are Out!!

So, I’ve spent today suffering from fatigue and covered with an unknown rash here for an unknown reason. ¬†Not the way I had planned to spend my Saturday. ¬†I was going to move manure, fetch stall bedding, re-bed the cow stall, hang the sheets on the clothes line and lots more fun, work-related stuff. ¬†But no, I’ve been sitting sadly on the couch too tired and exhausted to care about doing much of anything – what a boring, wasted day!

Until . . .  Kristen came in from mowing and announced:

“The cows are behind the back fence.”

I had just sat down to eat – preparing the meal had done me in – but out I went (after securing my supper up high where the food-thieving dog – Luke, who stole cookies off the counter this morning and again from the pantry! – couldn’t get it). ¬†Sure enough two cows behind the fence who they were supposed to be in front of it.

I sent Kristen for her Dad who was also mowing and she came moseying back with a bucket of corn. I started waving my arms and yelling at her to hurry up!

The cows had pushed the fence away from the end post (on a side note: 2 days ago Hubby and I were walking back there and I said we needed to put some t-posts in and tighten the fence up around the trees that are on the property line. ¬†He said, yeah, there’s not much holding the fence to the end post either). Well, the cows were having a feast in the tall weeds and the poison ivy that inhabits the wooded area behind the back pasture.

Joel went behind them and I walked the fence line, grabbed a stick and managed to whack Sugar on the butt and get her moving in the right direction.  She came through the hole in the fence, but Libby turned around and took off back down the fence in the opposite direction. I followed into the tall weeds on our side and Joel circled around and climbed the corner posts to get in front of her.  I chased Sugar back toward the opening and that got Libby turned and headed back.  Joel was coming behind her and just as she got close, Kristen launched a stick at Sugar to keep her on our side of the fence and Libby turned and ran deeper into the woods!  So, Joel circled deeper into the poisonous wood and got around her and she finally came through the opening. I whacked her with the stick to get both cows headed toward the barn and then I left the two of them to fix the fence.

Joshie really wanted that bucket of corn, so I used it to lure him into his stall (it was time to come in anyway) and then I opened the gate for the cows to get to the barn and told them to go their room! They just blinked at me and waved their tales at the flies. Then they turned and charged back toward the corner.

I’d had enough and came back into the house to finish my supper. I had found a tick on my leg and I don’t do ticks!!

And this body-covering rash hadn’t itched all day until I went out in the weeds.

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