Fire and Ice. Oil and Water. Black and White. Day and Night. Seth and Jonah. My two older boys couldn’t be more opposite! Seth is fair skinned, red headed, blue eyed, and fearless to the point of recklessness. As a kid, before learning to swim, he jumped into the deep end of pools…twice. The first time, age three and a half, I pulled him out and he said, “I wanted to see what the deep part was like. I knew you’d pull me out before I ‘drownded’.” He repeated the experiment at age four and a half. That time, when
Our farmhouse sits on about five acres of ‘yard’. These five acres are much more trouble than the other 25+ acres of ‘pasture’. Why, you ask? Because, they’re encircled by a wooden rail fence. Although the fence is fairly aesthetically pleasing, it has a serious downside. You can easily spot the downside when you notice the sheep’s reaction to it. They don’t wander about inside it. They don’t poke their heads through its gaps and graze on the other side. No! They put their hooves over their mouths in a failed attempt to smother laughter as they run straight through
Oh, my! So, there are some new farmy friends around here. First, meet Nemo. Nemo was adopted by our family twice. First, I brought him home to be a barn cat. I planned on him living outside and helping keep the mouse-y, mole-y, vole-y, icky populations under control. However, Grace claimed him the moment she laid eyes on him. She reminded me that I’d promised she could have a kitten to replace our dear old Killian who passed away this spring. I pointed out the obvious litter box and cat shedding issues, but a promise is a promise. (Liam and
Gather around, boys and girls! Before we get to today’s funny, we need to have story time! Once upon a time, many (many) years ago, a perfectly well-behaved teenage girl took eleventh grade French. The girl made good grades and caused no trouble. If she was a little talkative, at least she and her friend Hufflepuff did their illicit chatting in French. (Heck, they probably should’ve received extra-credit for all that practice.) The French teacher, however, did not believe they deserved credit. She believed all smart children should be perfectly behaved. When her constant pacing and patrolling didn’t evoke the
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
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’.
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
If you have livestock, you’ll also have dead stock.–Anonymous One of the reasons I started this blog was to share our weird crazy wonderful life. However, I think it’s only fair if I share the heartbreaking along with the hilarious. I think we get so caught up in the perfect families on Facebook, Instagram, and blogs that we feel their lives have something ours is missing. So, in an effort at providing you with a more realistic view of our life, today were going to touch on a bit of the heartbreaking. I’ve told you before about our small flock
…We Looked REALLY Redneck!