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 be 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.”
Jonah recently had a birthday. The Saturday before said birthday, we had the ‘Family/Family Friends Party’! This is a very odd mixture of people. It is also a mixture of very odd people. I mean there are a couple of ‘normals’ thrown in to keep things interesting, but most of us are knowingly guilty of oddness aforethought.
I had a full week off from work! It was wonderful! When I have down time, I love to play in my kitchen. However, this is serious food preservation season at my house. I’ve been putting up tons of stuff from the garden, but this week I added in some jam making. Well, preserves actually. If you don’t know the difference, let me explain. Jelly is jellied fruit juice. Jam has pureed fruit in it. Preserves have chunks or slices of fruit suspended in sweet flavorful goodness. Preserves are by far our favorites. Once upon a time, there were three
There are only two grocery stores within a thirty-mile radius of my house. One is VERY expensive, and I’ve gone there exactly twice in the two and a half years we’ve lived here. The other is a Wal-Mart superstore. Wal-Mart isn’t my favorite place to shop. Our Wal-Mart has poor quality produce and meat, but I tend to shop there once a month for staples, household goods, and toiletries. I try to work the rest of my shopping into trips to ‘the city’. Since I work in a huge city located 80 miles from home, I have lots of options