Fridays at the Funny Farm: Can I Sedate the Horse?

Fridays at the Funny Farm: Can I Sedate the Horse?

Fridays at the Funny Farm: Can I Sedate the Horse?

I love being a nurse. Caring for sick children gives my life purpose.  My work makes a difference for families on their darkest days.  It gives immense satisfaction, opportunities for growth, and an outlet for compassion. —WUUUB-SKRIIIIIIIITCH (That’s the part of the post where that ‘needle on a vinyl record sound’ scrapes across my brain!) Although the above is heartfelt and true, it’s only half the story!  Let’s have a Paul Harvey moment, and I’ll tell you the “Rest of the Story”! I have a t-shirt that reads, “Nurses. We can’t fix stupid, but we can sedate it!”  Seriously, nursing

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Meal Planning: Hey, Mama, what’s for dinner?

Meal Planning: Hey, Mama, what’s for dinner?

Questions for which there are no correct answers: Who’s the best James Bond? What’s the best book? (Obviously, we’re talking fiction here.  No religious debates!) When do kids develop ‘inside voices’? Where’s the perfect vacation destination? Why do dogs stand up just as you are stepping over them? Which jeans fit best? How many times will I lose my car keys today? Dark or milk chocolate? Mama, what’s for dinner? In case you are wondering about the answers at our house: I don’t like the movies much, but Liam prefers Connery. Pride and Prejudice (I let myself reread it once

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What’s for Supper? Mussgo Casserole

What’s for Supper? Mussgo Casserole

“Mama, what’s for supper?” Food. “What kind of food?” Supper food. “What kind of supper food?” The kind you eat. “Ugh.  What kind of food are we eating for supper?” The edible kind. This exact conversation took place in my house for years!  One child after another was tortured with my circumlocutious answer to the age old question, “What’s for dinner?”  However, it wasn’t just because I enjoy tormenting my kids.   It was, because, sometimes dinner doesn’t have a name.  (Irritating the kids was just a perk.) There are nights when I study the contents of the fridge, freezer, and

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Cast Iron and Cookie Sheets: Kids in the kitchen

Cast Iron and Cookie Sheets: Kids in the kitchen

Does anyone remember the old commercial for Rice Krispie treats?  Mom sits in the kitchen reading peacefully.  When she finishes her book, she sighs contentedly, then splashes water on her face and sprinkles flour across her cheeks.  She takes a moment to school her expression to that of someone who has slaved all day.  Then, she grabs her plate of Rice Krispie treats and takes them to her family.  Her family, not realizing that Rice Krispie treats take three ingredients and ten minutes, cheers and hails her as a cross between Mother Teresa and Julia Child. When my kids were

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Fridays at the Funny Farm: Tag You’re It (and other homestead games)

Fridays at the Funny Farm: Tag You’re It (and other homestead games)

I asked, “When you go for hay, can you pick up needles too?” It all started with that simple question.  Long time friends were at the farm for our regularly scheduled ‘Gang Day’. My question was followed by a flurry of jokes about needles and haystacks.  Then, Liam asked why I needed needles.  I explained, that the next day when we tagged sheep, I wanted to inject them with Vitamin B and Iron.  Somehow, that casual question led to a hot, sweaty, slightly bloody, sheepish adventure. Hufflepuff and Old Faithful*, my two best friends, insisted it would be an ‘adventure’. 

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Cash in the Kitchen: Invest Two Hours and Benefit All Week

Cash in the Kitchen: Invest Two Hours and Benefit All Week

Last week, I worked Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.  I work thirteen to fourteen-hour night shifts and have a three-hour round-trip commute.  So, when I went to bed at 10:00 on Thursday morning, it kicked off a sleep-drive-work-drive pattern that lasted until 10:00 Sunday morning.  I should’ve continued the pattern for one more round of sleep, but instead, I fought my way through the haze to spend time with my family.  By the time I got to bed at 11:00 Sunday night, I’d been up around thirty hours.  This is far from ideal, but for now, it’s my life.  (If you

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Our (Almost) Favorite Pork Loin

Our (Almost) Favorite Pork Loin

Once upon a time, there were two little piggies who grew to be middle sized piggies very quickly.  They had a date to travel to the far off land of Freezer Camp.  However, their travel agent busted a wing and couldn’t help them on their way. Time passed, and slowly the travel agent grew strong and healthy again.  However, the piggies grew too. In fact, they grew to be very big piggies indeed!  They grew so big that the travel agent couldn’t book their passage to Freezer Camp, even with both wings working. While the agent was growing strong and

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Filling the Pantry: First Impressions

Filling the Pantry: First Impressions

My first date with my husband was in 1986.  Yes, thank you for asking.  I was still in diapers when we started going steady.  I’d known him several years, but only loosely.  He was old enough to drive when we met, and I was still in junior high.  Obviously, quite a lot of time passed before I was ‘cool’ enough to catch his interest.  So, our date was a BIG thing! My best friend and I discussed possible hair and outfit combinations.  My mom, (who’s always been better at clothes than me), weighed in with suggestions.  I spent ages trying

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Fridays at the Funny Farm: The Great Skunk Kerfuffle of 2016

Fridays at the Funny Farm: The Great Skunk Kerfuffle of 2016

or  When Drugs Helped Me Learn to Get a Straight Story from My Slow Talking Texan Husband “Houston, we have a problem.”  I’m not sure I can convey the feeling of panic those few words conjure for me.  They form my husband’s pat phrase for problems of all sizes. If he wants a sandwich for lunch, and the pastrami is frozen: Houston, we have a problem. If the mortgage company accidentally takes the mortgage payment out twice: Houston, we have a problem. If the tractor won’t start, the lawn mower has a flat, or ‘someone’ forgot to turn out the

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Our Farmhouse Laundry Room Makeover (on the Cheap)

Our Farmhouse Laundry Room Makeover (on the Cheap)

Never Ending Love, Laughter, and Laundry I’d like to think, we all have those not-so-pretty places in our homes.  Those spaces that are purely functional.  Otherwise known as ‘the areas that home décor forgot’.  However, in some unfortunate cases, functionality and décor seem to join the cat and the spoon and run away together.  When that happens, we’re left with an ugly disaster, that can’t even get its job done. Enter my laundry room.  Actually, for the last couple of years, I would have said, “Don’t enter it!  Or, at least enter at your own peril!”  It was a little

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