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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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.

 

Hello August!

I thought I should welcome the month before it disappears like July did.  I can’t even say that time is flying because we’re having fun – it’s just flying!!!

I know I promised the picture of the rainbow and I think I have a couple of others that need to be shared, but we’ve exceeded our Excede for the month and we’re on slow internet.  I’ve been up since before 5am this morning and could have loaded the pictures – except I discovered after turning the lights on and talking to the dogs and starting the coffee pot that the nephews were sleeping in the living room instead of upstairs like I thought. – Grrr.

So, I turned the lights off and tried to keep Lexi quiet, an impossible task.  She goes outside and announces to the world, ok, the neighborhood, that she’s up and going potty now.  Then she has to talk to her echo – carrying on a conversation with herself, just like a woman 🙂  And then she has to find a bone and play with it on the linoleum (I HATE that stuff by the way) thud, thunk, thud, thunk.  Come on, Lexi, it’s 5:30 in the morning and the boys are TIRED!!!

Joel’s brother came down with his boys yesterday and they took all of the kids “kayiyaking” and then all of them except Kristen went to see “Guardians of the Galaxy”.  Kris and I stayed home and watched “The Avengers” for the umpteenth time.  So, the majority of the people around here are worn out from fresh air and exercise.  Me?  I couldn’t sleep because of my back.

Why does my back hurt?  Well . . . . I’m not sure initially.  It was a little sore and I thought oh, I’ve tweaked a muscle, what’s new.  Then on Wednesday (or was it Tuesday) Kristen and I cleaned out the workshop of all of the spoiled, wet, wasted  hay and the lambing jug mess and moved the jug over into the new barn.  As I’m playing She-Rah and hauling the stall mat – those things weight a TON, ok, 80 lbs – I got it outside of the workshop and tripped, landing straight down on my knees on a chain lying in the grass.  (Kristen very courteously did NOT laugh out loud until later in the evening when we were talking about it).  Now, my knees are currently a beautiful shade of black and yellow and still sore to the touch, but I think hauling the 80 lb. mat might not have been so good for my back.  Then on Wednesday we put together the wood table that we got 2 years ago from some friends (it’s been lying in the basement and then I used it for the garage sale and then it sat in the garage for 6 weeks and it’s been lying back in the basement in pieces for 2 weeks).  We pushed and struggled to get the slightly damp pieces in place and Kristen screwed them together – she did all of the hard work, but MY back still felt a little sore.  AND yesterday while the family went kayiyaking I mopped the floor and cleaned my bathroom (pick yourselves up off of the floor), went grocery shopping (THE NEW MEIJER OPENED ON THURSDAY AND I AM SO EXCITED!) and lifted softner salt bags into the van, hauled groceries, unloaded the salt from the van and the groceries and put them away and walked the dogs – that counts since Luke is a leash puller.  Every time I rolled over last night I could feel my back, so I got up early only to discover the nephews sleeping in the living room.

On the bright side, the lambing jug looks great in the barn, Kristen hung my This Barn is Blessed sign that she made for me for Christmas (on the side of Joshua’s stall and I can see it from the house), we got the table put together and the bunnies moved out to the barn.  I scared the daylights out of Champ when I waltzed in to let the sheep out yesterday; the poor little guy knocked his feed container right off the cage he was so scared.  I did feel bad.  I have 10 loaves of zucchini bread in the freezer (not all from this week) and I made pickle relish for the first time – nobody told me to drain the stuff first so there’s a lot of liquid in the jar.  I figure that will help improve the taste and we can drain it when we open the jar – IF Joel will even eat.   AND I have Karra’s Official High School Transcript completed and all of the class descriptions typed except for 3 that I remembered in the middle of the night Thursday.  We’re off to visit another college on Monday. Hi Ho Hi Ho it’s off to colleges we go!

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

Ramblin’ Fever?

I’m feeling a little rambly this morning so I thought I’d come record my scattered thoughts for future posterity.  If any of them turn out to be fairly good, I’ll share them over at Christian Homesteader.

How is that when you bundle up to the nines – not to mention your eyeballs – to go out and feed the cows in 18* weather with an 18 mile an hour wind and no exposed core that you can end up with bits of hay in the rear end of your jammy pants?  Inquiring minds want to know!

Why do light, fluffy, swirling snowflakes still look so beautiful even after the winter we’ve had?  And why, if our beloved weatherman Bill Kelly is right and winter is about to return over the weekend with a vengence, am I kind of excited about it?  After the cold, cold, cold of this past winter I can still get excited about a snow storm.  Must be the kid in me.

I can feel the “want to” to cook creeping back in.  It’s been a long of haul of lethargy in the kitchen – just ask my children.  I have the Cook’s Country Crockpot Revolution (volume 1 – yes, I own both volumes) cookbook sitting on the counter because I’m making the macaroni and cheese for Life Group tonight and just a glance at the cover gave me an excited feeling.  Now, I don’t necessarily have the time to sit down with the cookbooks and dig through and decide what to cook with the mass of frozen chicken in the freezer, but the want to feeling is a good step in the right direction.  And when Kristen and I made a roasted chicken from my newest purchase Taste of Home’s Complete Guide to Country Cooking, it was the BEST chicken I have had since I was a kid.  I think it had a LOT to do with the fact that it was a free range chicken that I had scored on sale at Kroger.  I didn’t even know Kroger  SOLD free range chicken.  Ah, the life span of some of the members of my new flock this summer is going to be fairly short!

Our little bundle of Joy is growing all ready and is acting more like her Daddy every day.  Of course Joshua didn’t mind my coffee breath this morning, but Daisy and Joy both said it smelled yucky.  Maybe Joshie didn’t care because his breath usually stinks too!  Or he’s such a love bug that he just doesn’t care.  Personally I think it’s because he’s a guy and guys don’t notice things like bad breath.  The smellier the better.

And SugarBelle had shoved the stall door closed AGAIN and propped about 10 inches out from the barn and stuck on the frozern ground.  That means LibertyBelle can get in the stall but she can’t.  It really infuriates her when that happens, but she’s not bright enough to figure out that she’s the one doing it!  So, she got to spend a cold, windy night outside.  Stupid cow.  But I love her anyway.

I’ve had really good energy this week and have been able to do all of the running around and things on my list without a big crash in the afternoons.  I’m not sleeping very well at night, but I still wake up feeling pretty good.  I have to mop the floor today ahead of Life Group and that is always a big energy drain.  So, I’m going to hit the treadmill first!  If this keeps up it might be pointless to talk to my doctor about chronic adrenal fatigue.  I certainly haven’t been fatigued this week.

And That’s What’s Ramblin’ Around on the Hobby Farm!

 

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