When all else fails…Blame Earl! We have a neighbor named Earl. (Actually, Earl is not his name. I believe in protecting the privacy of every individual…even Earl.) Earl is, in fact, a perfectly nice guy. However, he’s taken on the role of Ultimate Schlemiel to our family! To explain, I have to take you back to when we moved to the farm. We found the reason toast always lands jelly side down! There were some interesting architectural details in our farmhouse. Things like: Whopper-jaw door and window trim Four inch gaps in the baseboards Ceramic floor tile with tricky cuts,
We’re really into Christmas! Decorating begins the evening of Thanksgiving, and continues for two or three days. We love ‘oohing and aahing’ as we unpack our treasures.
First, let’s start with a couple of facts: Fact one: I am not dead. I’m not even ‘not quite dead’. I know this contradicts rumors circulating through the ranks of my nearest and dearest. However, they only think I’m dead, because, they haven’t seen me by the light of day for a couple of months. The truth is my job opened up some overtime, and I’ve been taking full advantage. Fact two: Every moment I’ve been free has been filled with farmy chores. We’ve butchered chickens. We’ve canned chicken, beans, tomatoes, and asparagus. (I saved some chicken to do a
I know someone, somewhere will find this story offensive. However, I’m pretty sure it won’t be someone who lives in the country! Life in the country is wonderful! Yet, it comes with a few unavoidable downsides. One of these is the guarantee that every fall, field mice will decide their pantry is running low and the heater is on the blink. So, they’ll venture into my heated home and fully stocked pantry! Because of this, my pantry is populated by several million airtight glass jars. Normally, we don’t face the invasion until October. But, recent flooding has driven the nasty
I’m not sure how we managed it, but the spacing of our children set us up for Clash of the Titanic Parenting Battles!
If you have more than one child (or siblings), I’m sure you’ve experienced the oldest and most annoying game in the world! Thankfully, my kids are past the age for this ‘entertaining’ game. However, I noticed a friend’s boys indulging in a rousing round the other day. Suddenly, I remembered my husband saying he used this strategy to annoy his older sister. I was struck that though kids change, they remain the same. I mean they may live on cell phones, game systems, and computers, but a good round of sibling baiting gives joy and meaning to childish lives! In
Picture the scene! Mom stumbles in at 10:00 am. After a long shift, she’s wiped out. Trudging up the stairs, she narrowly avoids a collapse that would send her sliding to ground level with her chin thudding on each step.
I really hesitated when it came to writing this post. I never want this blog to seem whiny or attention seeking. However, due to an influx of emails, texts, and comments worried because of my ‘internet silence’, I thought I’d give you a quick rundown of the last couple of weeks. You know how ‘THEY” say trouble comes in threes? Well, sometimes, it comes in multiples of threes! In the last two-ish weeks:
If you make any unusual lifestyle choices, I promise you’ll hear this remark. Sometimes, it’s made in a wistful way, as though the person wishes they could do whatever it is. As if they really mean, “Wow, that’s wonderful! I wish I could, but I don’t think I’m strong/clever/brave enough.” Other times, it’s merely criticism masked as a benign statement. Then, it really means, “That’s terrible! That makes you a bad person/parent. I could never do THAT!” On occasion, it means exactly what it sounds like. “Hmm, that’s interesting, but I couldn’t do it.”