Yesterday we drove past a herd of cattle on our way home from church. The following conversation took place:
Mom: Look, boys! Cows!
Evan: Those cows are for sale you know.
Dad: How do you know those are for sale?
Evan: They have tags on their ears!
Monday, June 25, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
I give up
Well, I was intending to start a new blog with a new site and a more veiled identity. I've decided that I am just too stinkin' tired and busy to do that, so here's the update from the FARM!!! We are now living on a 5 acre hobby farm right smack dab in the middle of a corn field. Really. If you hit corn or the road you've gone off the land. Children of the Corn, that's my family! (Minus the creepy horror flick parts of course) And oh what an adventure this has been.
We've encountered petrified cat yack (Which I cleaned up thank you very much), a drippy ceiling in the bathroom, enough cat hair vacuumed up to create an entire new cat, 6 ticked off guinea hens (they screech for about 10 minutes when chased by a screaming 6 year old), blown fuses in the well pump (no water for a day while we figured this out) and the list can go on and on and on...
Last night we were creating a brace thinger so the wires to the well pump don't whack together in the wind and blow out the fuses when it's windy. (Yes, these are all technical terms.) I was sitting on a board while Jim was drilling through it. Toby was telling our friend, Scam (who is un married and has no kids), something that Scam could only decipher as, "I don't want Mommy to get skrewed." Scam was totally amused by this and came to tell us about it. Turns out that Toby doesn't know an electric drill as an electric drill but as a screwdriver. Since I was sitting on the board getting drilled, Toby was concerned that I was about to be "skrewed". So nice to know that he's looking out for his Mamma!
All in all we've had a pretty good time out here in no man's land. The boys have a huge room which isn't even a quarter full of bunk beds, a crib and two dressers, so they have plenty of floor space to play, I mean spread their toys all around. The boys are having a ball with a gigantic oak tree (or it might be maple, city girl can't tell). Anyway, has a tire swing already as well as a "Tarzan rope".
The bottom line is that we feel a little like the Israelites wandering in the desert. They were given enough manna for just the day. We are living out of suitcases, with minimal cookware and dishes, minimal everything until we sign the final papers (financing glitch, hope to close on Thursday). We are receiving just the amount of grace and sanity needed to get through one day at a time. This has been a great lesson for us in patience, working together and trusting in God to get us through one more day. Pray for us this week as we wait to finally close on this house and are able to make it our own!
We've encountered petrified cat yack (Which I cleaned up thank you very much), a drippy ceiling in the bathroom, enough cat hair vacuumed up to create an entire new cat, 6 ticked off guinea hens (they screech for about 10 minutes when chased by a screaming 6 year old), blown fuses in the well pump (no water for a day while we figured this out) and the list can go on and on and on...
Last night we were creating a brace thinger so the wires to the well pump don't whack together in the wind and blow out the fuses when it's windy. (Yes, these are all technical terms.) I was sitting on a board while Jim was drilling through it. Toby was telling our friend, Scam (who is un married and has no kids), something that Scam could only decipher as, "I don't want Mommy to get skrewed." Scam was totally amused by this and came to tell us about it. Turns out that Toby doesn't know an electric drill as an electric drill but as a screwdriver. Since I was sitting on the board getting drilled, Toby was concerned that I was about to be "skrewed". So nice to know that he's looking out for his Mamma!
All in all we've had a pretty good time out here in no man's land. The boys have a huge room which isn't even a quarter full of bunk beds, a crib and two dressers, so they have plenty of floor space to play, I mean spread their toys all around. The boys are having a ball with a gigantic oak tree (or it might be maple, city girl can't tell). Anyway, has a tire swing already as well as a "Tarzan rope".
The bottom line is that we feel a little like the Israelites wandering in the desert. They were given enough manna for just the day. We are living out of suitcases, with minimal cookware and dishes, minimal everything until we sign the final papers (financing glitch, hope to close on Thursday). We are receiving just the amount of grace and sanity needed to get through one day at a time. This has been a great lesson for us in patience, working together and trusting in God to get us through one more day. Pray for us this week as we wait to finally close on this house and are able to make it our own!
Friday, June 08, 2007
Did you know?
When done by two boys loading the dishwasher is a full contact sport??? Yes, indeed. Complete with bum smacking and spitting. Don't come over for dinner unless we're using paper plates!
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
We're moving!
Well, it's official. We're moving away. We're moving to 5 acres away from my life as I know it. Since we're moving, I have decided to take a break from my blog life. Don't worry, I'll be back! This just seems like a good time to put into place some more secure features. A while back I put in a site meter just to see if anyone was reading this thing or not. Turns out, lots of people are! That's encouraging as well as not. I've found some people finding this blog while looking for things COMPLETELY different!!! So, I'll be changing things up a lot including things like using initials for the kids instead of their real names and trying to hide our location better. If you'd like a personal email invite to my new blog when it's up and running please leave a comment or email me directly and I'll send you a link when I have one. Thanks for reading and I'll see you when I see you!
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