Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
I heard on NPR today that a man had 91 boxes filled to the brim with his diary. He died today, so his journal finally ended. For the past twenty years he had been journaling about his life, his daily doings, minute by minute. Why? He said it was an obsession. I would hate to write about what I do all day every day. But, that's exactly what I'm about to do, just in memory of the old man that left behind 91 boxes of his daily doings.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Yesterday, I drove a pickup truck down a country road into a small town to pick up a Preacher and bring him to live at our house.
After a night of crying out to the Lord to deliver him from the evils of the basement, he awoke with a new outlook on life. He quickly ran from room to room sprinkling a golden dew on the floor of each room, christening it if you will, in the name of He, Himself and Him.
He then went outside and tried to rid our yard of all the evil stems coming out of the pumpkins.
He worked tirelessly damning the stems to hell.
It's exhausting extricating the demons from gourds.
He sang hymns with the choir.
It brought the congregation to their knees.
He counseled a stuffed Canadian goose.
He practiced with the dance praise team. Glory Hallelujah!
Then they went off to find a place of solitude to poop, uh, er, I mean pray.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Too busy to blog. Okay, that's a big fat lie. I'm stuck in a memory rut. I've been trying to write a story about an "episode" that my friend Carmen and I call the "Where's My Grater" story. My problem is when I start to relate the story and events that happened leading up to the "Where's My Grater" it makes my family sound, well, a bit deranged to say the least and well, we were a bit deranged, but I don't want my words to make my family sound like they should have been locked up in a padded room somewhere, but we certainly could have used a little padded room time. I'm not trying to say that we're normal now, but I think we are a little less crazy-spastic-furious-deranged out of our freakin' minds nutso now. So, you see my dilemma? No? I'll keep working on the story, but for now I leave you with this;
Friday, October 19, 2007
No, forget that. They kinda creep me out..but they're mighty tasty!
We recently went on the Kaw Valley Tour of Farms. We started at the Lone Star Lake Bison Ranch. They had bison meat for sale and they brought the herd into the pens so we could get all nice and cozy with them. That big bull up there with the ginormous head scares the bejiggles out of me.
I would not want to meet this gal in a pasture, she's got horns, a woman with horns, that's not good.
I have one little boy that likes choo-twains. These people love choo-twains so much, they made a house out of them. What looks like the Sante Fe railroad running through an open pasture is actually somebodies home.
Behind the trains sits a depot. This spot was across the road from the bison ranch and was not on the tour, but I sure wish I could see inside the place.
Here's their driveway. Railroad crossing starts with an R, can you spell it without any R's?
After the bison ranch, we all suddenly died and went to heaven. Did you know there are llamas in heaven?
I loved this guy. We took a tractor ride through heaven. Look at his shirt.....
So true. How many times have I said that to my garden only to let the plant grow until I've decided it's a weed?
Heaven has a secret garden with a pond.
And a garden store with tons of goodies.
Oh, and a little wooden bridge that reminds me of Three Billy Goats Gruff. Trip trap trip trap.
Did I mention the antique green house with iron works? Check out the chandelier, every person should have one of those in their green house, don'tcha think?
This is the view looking up at the top of the green house, am I an artist or what?
Cockadoodledoo! This rooster could kick some serious iron butt.
No. I do not want a rusty metal bison statue in my garden, but thanks anyway.
I'll take one of these though. Does the barn come in red?
It pumps out flowers....I told you it was heaven.
The third farm we visited raises turkeys. Gobble-gobble-gobble. They all gobbled every single time we laughed. We laughed a lot. They gobbled a lot. It took about ten minutes for it to get tiresome. But we kept laughing and they kept gobbling even we moved on to viewing the rest of the farm.
They have a herd of elk. This baby ate out of our hand and sucked on my finger. I wanted to take him home and train him to do tricks. He was so dang cute!
There were rabbits and white turkeys and puppies and chickens, but guess what animals my kids played with? Yep, the cats. Like we don't have enough of them at home!
We'll be back next year. Thanks Kaw Valley farms!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
I want to thank all of you for your help and suggestions. Just when I was ready to give up all hope of ever sitting on a comfortable and pretty piece of furniture, I found the sofa of my deepest desires. It was indeed at Room and Board. I Love Upstate, you are now my official interior design go-to person. I....I....I love you!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
I'm shopping for a sofa or couch. Some days I say sofa, when I'm being proper and dignified, but mostly I say couch. I'm shopping online. It's painful. I mean I actually feel physical pain, in my back for sitting hunched over for so long, in my forehead for wrinkling my brow and scowling at all the hideous couches readily available and in my forearm for sitting posed with my mouse ready to click on the image of a couch because for some reason I think if I enlarge the pictures they will be less hideous, when in fact, they become quite gigantic and frightening and then I start trembling and get nervous and can't move the mouse quick enough to the little box with the X in the upper right hand corner.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
These are things I've actually said to my children. My children are humans, just so you know, I sometimes have to remind myself.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Sunday, October 07, 2007
on the side of the road.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
We were eating birthday cake out on the porch when what to our wondering eyes should we spy?
Goodness it took our breath away! All conversation halted.
It was a beastly sounding rumble and the machine demanded our full attention.
Clay grabbed the camera out of my hand and ran towards the action. He's never been so close to a harvest in progress.
He bobbed and weaved and ordered children into the shaved rows to take photos of this historic moment in his life.
We gazed in awe of the capability of that machine.
We took a family portrait.
Then Seth fell over while Ike stared dumbfounded, it was too much beastly machine to take for an eleven year old boy.