tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205882122012-01-30T08:38:21.285-06:00FarmWifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08160105159061698526noreply@blogger.comBlogger18041100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20588212.post-12145994658032063342012-01-29T14:14:00.000-06:002012-01-29T14:14:26.602-06:00

They're here.  My new camera & my USB modem have finally made their grand appearances leaving me free to blog from the arm chair by my fireplace & take pictures of everything in sight.  Now I can quit stalking UPS and Walmart's tracking site.  I can rest knowing my camera is no longer gathering dust in a warehouse in Kentucky.  Aren't you relived? Now if only I could figure out how to make all

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That's how the past week has been for me.  I've been at my whit's end.  I told Princess I didn't think I had a rope left to be at the end of.  But I'm much better now. It's amazing what a few decent nights of sleep will do for a girl.  Bitsy, for some unknown reason, started sleeping through the night in her own bed.  Until now (at 4 1/2 years old) she would still wake up once in the night & try

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I am finally entering the 21st century.  I have a laptop.  No, I am not blogging from it as it's only equipped with an Ethernet port and we are still on dial-up.  Newegg.com is sending me do-hicky to allow me to plug my new toy into the phone line & blog from the comfort of my couch instead of from the antique desk chair of butt agony where I currently reside.  Until then, it's just a really

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My children are still alive. According to the theory of evolution, creatures will adapt to their surroundings & circumstances over generations.  Unfortunately, no one has told the FarmHands this. The way I see it, self preservation should be the strongest of all evolutionary instincts.  My children are completely devoid of it.  Not only do they like to do dangerous & irresponsible things day in

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"I am hoping your silence since then is simply because you've been too busy doing things like going to Church, breaking up Farmhand brawls, and feeding your menagerie, and NOT due to the fact that the 'Hands revolted and committed a cannibalistic act..." -Kork in the comments on the post below Fear not, Kork.  My children have not resorted to cannibalism.  Yet.  "Everything in this room is

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I did not go to the grocery yesterday. In fact, Husband is going to bring home a gallon of milk after work tonight so we don't have to grocery shop until Sunday afternoon.  Do you have any idea what this means?  It means my children might actually starve to death in the interim. Yes, we're down to a single frozen pizza (as opposed to the two or three that are normally there). We're completely

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I'm not sure if it's the total lack of sunlight today or the constant cold drizzle of rain or the running done the past two days or simply unjustifiable laziness, but I've done nothing but sleep all day today. Maybe I'm catching up on all the sleep I missed out getting up at 6:30 in the morning all through Christmas break to tell the FarmHands to quite down & stay in their rooms until after

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As you might recall, I have recently found a new vocation- a calling as it were- a desire to fill the stomachs of children with mystery meat.  I am a lunch lady. To be entirely honest, I'm only a substitute lunch lady & I've only subbed twice thus far....but I'm really hoping to get to work more as the year goes on....and flu season gets into full swing.  Not that I'm wishing the flu on anyone

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I'm a sucker for new pretty things.  Don't believe me?  Go check out my Pinterest boards.  A few days ago I realized I couldn't get into my Blogger Dashboard.  I was informed by the text across the top of the page that refused to load that my browser was out of date.  The next day Facebook told me the same thing. Hurrah, I thought, I now get to spend hours upon hours downloading new software for

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I've been so infatuated with Pinterest that I missed my very own Blogoversary on the 5th. I've been filling the Interwebs with my prattle for a full 6 years & 2 days. I've had followers come & go. I've had Spammers fill my comments with Viagra ads. I've had luls in my posting. I've posted 4 times in a single day. But I'm still here. If you decide to take a stroll through my archives -Long ago &

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I will admit to a certain level of skepticism. When I first heard of 'blogging' I assumed it was a universe full of deluded 30 year old Star Trek enthusiasts living in their mother's basements writing about the time space continuum. And then I started one. I didn't want to join Facebook but I finally gave in & 3.7 seconds later I was a full blown junky. The thought of Tweeting nearly made me

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Instead of song birds in fruit bearing trees, young women milking bovine, European royalty jumping around like grasshoppers, and a troupe of piccolo players, I got sick kids. And to make things super fun, they didn't all get sick at once. The spread it out over the first week of their Christmas break. #1 Son got started a day early missing the last day of school when he vomited All. Over. My.

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The number of presents under the tree this year with my name on them came to a grand total of one. Yup. One present. And it was from my mother-in-law. She got me a waffle iron.A few years ago, I would have been depressed by the lack of Mama Swag...but not anymore. Sure, I'd like something sparkly. I like something new & techy with a screen you can touch. I'd love a stack of books or movies or

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Yesterday as I was in the check-out of the (insert nearest location to the Farm) Walmart, my 10 year old daughter passed out as she was walking out of the bathroom. I left my order on the line & ran to get her. As I was helping her up & trying to walk back to our line she collapsed again. I picked her up & put her in an empty cart sitting at the end of an aisle & went back to the register where

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Ordinary Sarah has asked for more insight into the life of a grade school lunch lady and being the faithful blogger I am, I must answer. Just keep in mind that my entire lunch lady experience boils down to 2 days of subbing.First of all, I did not have to wear a hair net. I'm not sure why, and I didn't really want to ask. I've worn them in the past & they make me CRAZY!! If it gets to the point

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#1 Son threw up about an hour ago. Being the good mom I am, I emailed his dad to let him know what he has to look forward to in the morning: #1 Son just puked all over our bathroom...My darling husband responds: He threw up on your side I hope and not my side of the room or bed:)Being the loving wife I am, I emailed back a detailed response about the when & wheres of the icky-ness that I will

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I have a job.Sort of.I've been a substitute cook in the cafeteria at the FarmHand's school two times in the past week. Once on Friday, and again today.Want to know another secret?I really liked it.

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As promised in my post below, I'm now going to tell you my most despised Christmas song.Do They Know It's Christmas Time? by Band Aid. And yes, I have a few reasons to share with you. (You didn't really think you'd get off with just a pat answer, did you?)First of all, let's take a look at the lyrics:Paul YoungIt's Christmas time, there's no need to be afraidAt Christmas time, we let in light and

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Sorry. It just came to me. I had no idea just how polarizing a Christmas music debate could be. Folks have really strong opinions on what's the worst Christmas song & they have some really compelling reasons.Last night I posted the following as my status on Facebook:"Worst Christmas Song Ever- Go!"The results were entertaining to say the least. And guess what. As a special treat just for you, I'm

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Wanted to hire for a week or two: Someone with intimate knowledge of the entire Lord of the Rings world both literary & film versions. Must have in depth knowledge of the inner workings of the minds of both J.R.R. Tolkien & Peter Jackson.Job Description: To sit with my children & watch the movies over & over again while answering their every question no matter how obvious or obscure no matter how

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HT & Princess are here visiting. Well, technically they're at Busha & Bucka's right now, but that's close enough. HT hit the door yesterday & blew through the house like a gale force wind. In 30 seconds he'd claimed a toy from the boys' room, gathered his minions (as the FarmHands become as soon as he sets foot in the state of Illinois), and had attacked the musical ornaments on my Christmas

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Inkling called me yesterday wondering what was going on in my life. At first I was a bit confused until I realized I've been "off grid" for most of the week. Not only have I neglected my blog (I hope it still loves me & didn't get its feelings hurt), but I've been avoiding Facebook like the plague. Yes, that's a total exaggeration.In fact, I've been hunched over my sewing machine a good portion

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Uncle Gick's surgery went perfectly yesterday! He came through with flying colors & is now at home with a very sore shoulder. We all slept a little deeper last night. We've all breathed a little easier today. When his doctor came out to tell us how the procedure went he informed us that one of his leads wasn't working at all & one or two others were broken. He replaced the non-functioning one &

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Thus says BabyGirl. Especially after hearing about a college kid wanting to get into a wrestling match with her uncle over some video games the uncle already had in his possession....and the 6 hour wait in line another uncle had to get a laptop....and stories of people waiting in the parking lot for their "competitors" after the sale was over....and an acquaintance having a gun pulled on him last

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When I quit my job to stay home & raise BabyGirl, Husband and I decided I'd be a stay-at-home mom until our last child was in school full time. That's what his mom did & it worked well for their family. My mom worked (outside the home) occasionally when I was growing up, but never for extended periods of time. I really had no problems with our arrangement.When Bitsy was registered for Pre-K, a

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First of all, your parents really should have been institutionalized for naming you Saint John. It was totally unfair & I'm pretty sure it did irreversible damage to your psyche.Secondly, I'm sure the Lord is please that you want to serve Him in the mission field, but could you be a bit less sanctimonious about it?I'm not sure if I'm supposed to like you for your piety & upright standing or

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Your children get out of school for "Deer Day" (a.k.a. the first day of shotgun season).You are sincerely surprised when someone moves in across the street from your aunt & uncle because, "No one lives around here but us."Having 20 rabbits in no way puts you in the Animal Hoarder category.Rubber boots are perfectly acceptable foot wear for going to the store.If you forget to pick up toilet paper

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Just forget the rest of the lyrics to that song. They're not really apropos to this situation. But I want to thank you all for sticking by when I'm moody & irrational & not up to spilling my guts all over the interwebs. Although my latest mini-sabbatical was due more to actual guts than the metaphorical kind.I had an attack of some kind. It's pretty much going to be undetermined because it's over

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Someday I'll be back. I'm just not sure when. Please don't give up on me.I haven't had much worth posting about lately. I've felt kind of blah. I've been apathetic about blogging. I'm tired & a bit ill.Eventually I'll get back to blogging. Keep checking back.

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He can't talk right now. He's out digging up Sycamore trees.Do not hold that cat upside down by it's butt!When I got home from church my pantry had been cleaned & organized! By my Husband!!You should have retired years ago. Maybe then I'd have gotten my husband to dress better.I don't understand why fish wouldn't want essential oils in their tank.Do not take your brother's pants off in the front

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Dearest Readers,Rage is bubbling up in me once again. I can feel the anger seeping out my pores. It's like a festering boil that I can't help but poke over & over & over again. I am on the verge of smearing it all over my clothing & reveling in the hideousness of it all. I feel the need to shoot something but it's raining & dark & I'm all out of aerosol cans (they're the most rewarding of the

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A short while ago I posted my header picture again & Art commented that I needed cooler mud boots. While my boots are both warm for the winter & functional in the mud & muck farm life has in store, they are not cute. Not even a little bit. In fact, they are the total opposite of cute. But for once, I've taken function over fashion. B-o-r-i-n-g.A few weeks ago we had to take the FarmHands to the

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Be thankful you cannot smell my blog. Bunnies may be super cute, but they also stink really bad. I cannot imagine having one in the house unless it was absolutely litter box trained. We currently have 10 rabbits. The FarmHands are going to show some at the fair next year for their 4-H projects.About a week ago, I started working on this: It's my sassafras walking stick. Husband found it by the

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Tomorrow BabyGirl is going on her first overnight camp out with her entire fifth grade class. This has been a tradition at her school since the mid 1970's. It's the reason to be in 5th grade around here.But BabyGirl is a bit unsure about the whole thing. At first she didn't want to go at all. I talked to her teacher & he said she's not required to go and that she's free to go for the day but come

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We accidentally have a new kitten. How does one accidentally acquire a kitten? I shall tell you.Monday morning I took the FarmHands to school as usual. When we walked in the building I heard a small meow come from some landscaping near the front doors. There's been a stray mother cat hanging around the school for the past few weeks so I assumed it was one of her kittens & didn't think much of

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I have very recently discovered in myself the capacity for hate. I'm talking about blinding hatred that makes you wish someone not only dead but burning in hell. I've never felt this before & I do not like it. I've felt anger. I've felt disgust with people. But I have never wished the torments of hell on someone before. Never.I'm being starkly honest here in a way I am not normally. I vent

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Every one's having babies. Everyone except me, that is. Not that I need any more babies, but I could name a few given the opportunity.Ordinary Sarah is hunting the perfect label for Baby #5. We have cousins expecting Baby #3. Other friends have been soliciting baby name advice on Facebook recently. Being an expert in all things, I, of course, must put in my two cents.While some of my suggestions

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It's that time of year again. Ragweed is every where & I cannot breath. When I can breath, I cannot quit coughing. You know that cough that makes you light headed because you haven't had a decent intake of oxygen in the past 3 minutes? Yup, that one.Add to that the pouring rain & 4 kids who're housebound & angry about it & you've got the makings of a great day on the farm. At this point, I'm

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Ordinary Sarah has this thing she does with her family & I love it. She calls it "Encouraging Words." Basically she takes a dry erase board and writes an uplifting quote on it, draws a simple picture to go along with it & it hangs where everyone can read it.I am so getting a dry erase board this week. And not even for my family. Totally for me. I need encouragement in a big, bad way. Her blog

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So long as it stays out doors. When things that thrive in nature move into my home, I don't deal with it well.Case & point: The tree frog that decided to vacation in my shower last week.Husband was getting in the shower one morning after chores when he hollered, "Hey, FarmWife, come see what's in here!" Initially I was a bit hesitant because...well....because my husband can be a little...well...

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A few days ago, Nan, a former blogger & still dear friend, asked if I would post a picture that I felt summed up my blog. Apparently, she was trying to put me on Pinterest (I'm not totally sure what that is, but I'm all for spreading the Farmie love) and it wouldn't allow her to grab my title picture. I figured this might work better. To be honest, I'm not sure there's another picture that sums

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I'm afraid I'm missing the Mothering Sympathy Gene. You know, that thing that makes you run to your kids & scoop them up in your arms when they get hurt. I'm much more likely to be found standing over their poor broken bodies saying things like, "Well, if you'd have gone inside when I told you to instead of climbing up the tree house ladder again, you probably wouldn't have fallen off the slide &

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It's that time again! My friends at Quirk Books are releasing their next masterpiece. This one, while written by a master of mash-ups, is far from the "Classics" I've reviewed before. Ben H. Winters is the author of my (to-date) favorite Quirk Classic- Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters, but his latest novel takes a much different turn. Bedbugs is Mr.Winters "chilling tail of life in the

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As if the game show wasn't enough to put me in my place, BabyGirl is officially a fifth grader. Every time I've watched AYSTA5thG I've thought, "That's insane! There's no way there teaching that in the 5th grade." Well, I'm here to tell you- I was wrong. So very wrong. This week's Social Studies question: Explain each item & tell how it relates to free enterprise- economy, profit, supply &

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First of all, you must have a nephew like HT. HT is a special sort of person. As Bucka said this morning, HT would have turned Art Linkletter upside down. HT has an answer to every question, a solution to every problem, and drama to make it all fun. My sister often tells me she fears she's given birth to the male version of me. I love my nephew. He is firmly planted in my list of my favorite

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Two years ago, Mrs.G asked if I'd be her room mother. #1 Son was in her first grade class & I'd never been room mom before so I said sure. Last spring she caught me in the hall & asked if I'd do it again for B.B.'s class. Why not. It wasn't so bad last time. The problem? I'm not so good with responsibility. Not great with deadlines. Don't function well under pressure. And yes, being room mom is

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OK, last night I flipped out a bit. I was extraordinarily frustrated with my oldest, battling a raging headache, tired, and simply done with the day. Unfortunately the day was not done with me. Unfortunately, that's the way the cookie crumbles. I'm feeling a bit better today & hopefully a bit more ready to tackle Mount Saint Homework when the FarmHands get off the bus. I'm praying their teachers

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Fifth grade may be the end of me. I think I've grown 7 new gray hairs in the week the FarmHands have been back in school. BabyGirl is, oddly, exceptionally resistant to homework in every form. Her teacher, unfortunately, is not. Normally, the beginning of the school year is the one time BabyGirl & I are not going head to head over homework. She usually starts the year off on an up swing, excited

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If you've been here any length of time, you've probably heard of Moomah, Neenee, and Googah. They're Bitsy's best friends. They also happen to be imaginary. The three of them started pre-k with her this week. Luckily their ages are rather fluid. Once they were all grown women with children of their own. For a while they were "big girls like BabyGirl." Of late, they've all been four years old &

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For three hours...but I wasn't in it. I was at Busha & Bucka's sipping coffee & laughing with my grandmother. Bitsy started Pre-K today. I'm not really sure I was prepared for this. It's not like it was a great surprise. I had her screened in March. We've known for months this was coming. But still, dropping your baby off at school for the first time is a bit overwhelming....especially when she

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I've decided I could really use a live-in carpenter. The hammer & nails type not the Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft type....even though I do love me some Karen Carpenter. We've only just begun to live. White lace & promises, a kiss for luck & we're on our way....Whoops, sorry about that. At least once a day I think of something I need someone to make for me. A park bench to put down

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Much like the Aztec gold called to the crew of the Black Pearl on that pirate movie everyone was so crazy about, Free Swim Day calls to us. This is the second year in a row we've packed the FarmHands up for the one and only time we've gone to the city pool for the summer only to arrive on Free Swim Day. We never know when it's coming but somehow always end up there.First trip to the pool this

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The week of VBS is always the most hectic week of the summer. Without fail I set up a doctor's appointment for the FarmHands, all the corn comes in from the garden & has to be put up, it's 8,000 degrees outside, and I find a book I absolutely cannot put down.This year is no different. I'm teaching third & fourth graders at Bible School. Monday we had check ups for everyone except B.B. Husband

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I am so over this summer. I know I griped about the cold & snow all winter but I've had about all of the 90+ degree, 90% + humidity days I can handle. The heat has taken on a nearly malicious tone lately. It's no longer just a hot, muggy summer. It's beginning to feel like the heat is malevolent & intentional. I fear I may accidentally boil the FarmHands in their swimming pool.Last week they

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In high school I was part of a local community teen acting group called TAG. I was a charter member of the group, so we were kind of sailing in uncharted waters. We had no older members to give us advice or steer us away from huge mistakes. Not to say we were without adult leadership. No, we had that. In spades at times. We had a few really amazing adult sponsors and a few that really wished

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I have found true appliance love. And it's Wild Cherry Red.There was a brief time when I thought this all was a huge mistake & we'd just dumped $$ down the toilet....but then Husband & the Sears guys did their magic (it was a very minor snafu) & now I'm in love. And the red? It looks great with the purple walls. I don't care what my husband thinks of it. I adore the colors together. My current

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I have a purple laundry room.I know, it's horrible, isn't it? I just don't know what to do. I may need therapy.Wait, I'm pretty sure I've left out some important details. What have we covered so far? Oh, yes, I have a purple laundry room.Have I mentioned the red washer & dryer that are being delivered to my house tomorrow? I haven't? Whoops. That may help clarify things a bit.Can you really put a

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You may remember a few months back my dear friend Eric from Quirk Books sent me a teaser copy of the first few chapters of a new novel. I devoured the initial chapters in one setting & was horribly disappointed to be left hanging in literary purgatory awaiting the release of said novel. Well, guess what came in the mail this week! Go ahead, guess. Any ideas? Anyone? OK, fine. I'll tell you (spoil

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My Internet connection hates me today. Twitter will not load. Facebook is taking forever. Even Blogger has been a bit temperamental. It's a conspiracy, I tell you. A conspiracy.This weekend was exhausting. I'm pretty sure Husband deserves a long weekend after the hours he put in around here. I only wish it were in my power to give him one.We scrubbed down the siding on the north & west sides of

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All the little birds in the big oak tree,Love to hear the robin go tweet, tweet, tweet.I can't help it. Twitter makes me want to sing 1950's pop songs. Once again, I have joined the rank & file of those tweeting my life away. Since I'm not mobile in the least, I don't tweet every detail of my life. I just pop on over to Twitter to check stuff out once or twice a day while I'm checking up on the

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OK, I know that the comment box on blogs is a really great place for folks to leave advertisements for their crap. Mainly link sharing, the occasional porn site, and lots of odd junk. Normally it irritates me, I delete them, and I move on. But this one? Yeah. This one has gone too freaking far."Hi FarmWife, Nice blog you got here! try visit my new post: Blog SEO Tutorial: How to Choose the Best

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B.B. is very tender hearted. He cries at the drop of a hat, so I'm sure you can imagine what he was like when we told him Grandma-great passed away.When Grandma B. died he sobbed for about 15 minutes while I talked to him & rocked him. Eventually he calmed down & went to get ready for school. As he walked away, he turned around & asked, "Which one was Grandma B. again?" That's what happens when

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Grandma in Country went to be with the Lord at 10:42 last night. She was surrounded by her children & some of her grandchildren. I've been told it was a very peaceful passing.I would have loved to seen Grandpa's face when she showed up in Paradise last night. I wonder if she called him "Playboy" like she used to. I'm pretty sure her brothers were happy to see her, too. I only hope she doesn't try

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This is probably the strangest thing I've ever asked you all, but I ask it in all seriousness. Will you please pray that God would take Grandma in Country soon? It's not that we don't love her or that we don't want her with us. It's that we don't want her to suffer any longer.She has been unable to eat for quite a while. The last food she had, that I know of, was 2 bites of gravy last Tuesday.

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Last night, Grandma M&M's sister, my Great-aunt Louise passed away. She had Alzheimer's & hasn't been lucid in a very long time, but I know Grandma is still going to miss her. She was in the same retirement community as Grandma & Grandpa so Grandma got to see her fairly often. It's going to be hard on her.Two days ago Husband's Great-uncle B died. He is who FIL (and because of FIL, Husband) was

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I can't say I blame you. I nearly did. It's not that I don't love you all & I don't adore giving you advice by the barrel full, but this past week has tried it's darnedest to kill me. I kid you not. Well, maybe I kid you a little.First of all, the pollen in Southern Illinois has been out to get me ever since our return from vacation. And when it's not microscopic flora attacking me, it's random

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I promised, and here it is. I'm opening up the comments for another round of Ask FarmWife. Send me your most pressing questions serious or not. I'm all over it.In the meantime, I'd like to say a few words about Pixar. Pixar execs, you really need to find a new team to make your commercials. They're not great. In fact, with the exception of the new Cars 2 commercials, I've yet to see one that

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I know it's been a long time since I've opened up and answered your most pressing questions, and I promise to get back to that shortly, but for now I have a question for you. What are your Summertime Must Haves? I mean absolutely cannot live without, must have on hand at all times, would cry if you had to do withouts. Anything. Clothing. Make-up. Food. Toys. Anything at all. I want to know. If

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drove 4 hours to Lexington to find out the hotel pool was closed & we had to entertain the FarmHands all evening in a 2 room suite. Thank the Lord for DVD players & Narnia movies.drove 3+ hours to Sieverville, TN to visit Knife Works with in-laws. Could have stayed another hour easily, but these folks see stuff fast.took FarmHands to Wonder Works in Pigeon Forge. LOVED it...all except for the

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Tomorrow we leave on vacation.Yes, I know we're certifiable leaving in the middle of Memorial Day weekend, but it just happened this way. Don't judge.This vacation has taken on a life of it's own. Back in January (maybe) Husband started talking about taking the FarmHands to Chattanooga to see the aquarium & Look Out Mountain. I was all for it. He suggested we call QM & Daddy to meet us there,

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When I was in ninth grade my English teacher, Mr.Dodd, enjoyed making us stumble through plays and short scripts aloud for his own amusement. If you've never listened to a southern 15 year old country boy attempt to read Mercutio, you simply haven't lived. Personally, I've always loved drama and being on the stage, but such is not the case with a large percentage of high school freshman.The one

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We live in a very wealthy nation. VERY wealthy. Even the poor here are better off than most of the people living in this world. Technically I'd say Husband and I fit into the "at or below poverty level" range...which I think is ridiculous considering we own our own home, we have 2 decent vehicles, we've never had trouble putting food on our table or clothing our children. But since we have 6

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It has just occurred to me that my children will not be spending 8 hours each day at school this week. In fact, they will be entirely under my supervision for the next three months. I'm not entirely sure I'm qualified for this. Maybe someone should come in and check up on us occasionally. I'm not really to be trusted.Today, #1 Son turns 8. I'm glad. I've not been a huge fan of 7. Mostly because I

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The CDC is in on it, too.But to be honest, if they couldn't stop the Swine Flu, I'm not sure what they'd accomplish against a horde of flesh eating undead.

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I'm a literary critic, remember? This is much like the time my mother became a portrait photographer because Daddy got her a new point & shoot camera with a portrait setting on it. She spent an entire day taking pictures of Art, Princess, Busha and me and every time we complained she'd announce, "But I am a Portrait Photographer!"Well, Quirk Books has been sending me books to review for my

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I'm not sure what we did to make you gather up all your toys and run home crying, but will you please consider coming back out to play? Winter and I don't really get along that well & Summer should really not be allowed out just yet.I could tell you've been a bit depressed of late, what with the massive amount of rain you've been dumping on us, but I think ducking out a full month early is a

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We Will Rock You by Queen is the FarmHands' new favorite song. They're also really loving We Are the Champions which Bitsy enunciates very precisely but somehow still fits it into the same beats Freddy smashed it into.My mother is in my kitchen telling Bible stories to BabyGirl who is listing intently. Thank you, Lord.I have half a pan of lemon bars in my kitchen that no one will touch but me.

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"As I live, declares the Lord God, I take no pleasure in the death of the wicked, but rather That the wicked turn from his way and live." Ezekiel 33:11"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness:

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My husband has lost 33 pounds in just over 2 months. He started one of those Couch to 5K programs on the recommendation of a guy from work. He also started watching his diet more than he has in years. He's cut down his portion sizes and has been requesting more chicken and fish and rice instead of red meat and potatoes.A few months ago he realized he'd gained more than 20 pounds in the months

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My blogging friend Emily used to post pictures of boys she liked. Occasionally I feel the need to do the same. For one reason or another, these are the boys I like (in a totally innocent, I'd-like-to-keep-you-in-my-purse-and-take-you-out-for-Facebook-profile-pictures kind of way...and the word "boy" is being used in the loosest sense of the word since one of these men is old enough to be my

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He blessed me with a day off!Last night around 9:40, our power went out. It did not come back on until 3:40 this afternoon. The power was also out at school, so it was canceled meaning no rushing around to get ready (although if Uncle E hadn't called & told me school was out, we'd have been there early), no Spring Musical, no planned events. Instead I got to load up all our food in coolers & take

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As you know, I am very proud to be a Stay-at-home-mom (SAHM). It's the only thing I ever really wanted to do. I wouldn't have it any other way (no matter how much it might seem on Wednesday morning when my kids are fighting and all I want to do is sit down with a cup of coffee and last night's episode of House). Most weeks I do not leave my little haven called home. Now, that's not to say I don't

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You and I have been having a lovely affair for more than five years now. Did you realize that? Yes, five long & lovely years. I've visited you regularly, told you all my secrets, and abandoned my family and obligations on your account. And now, you have revoked my paragraph break privileges. I'm really not happy about this. If something doesn't change soon, I may take my words of wisdom elsewhere

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Bitsy is developing her own language. Her new favorite word is Bloop. And Keeks. I'm not sure what either one means, but she sure uses them a lot. Today she told me, "Me just like to make up my own words. Me was gonna' say 'Keeks' on Friday, but me didn't." Every time she gets in trouble she tries to explain it away with a Bloop. "Me was holding that book, but then, Bloop! It just flied across

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I wrote half a post & hated it so I dumped it. I'm totally uninspired today. I'm tired of coming to my blog & reading the political rant below...it just depresses me. I could blog about Bitsy & her entourage of imaginary friends, but I don't feel like it. I could blog about BabyGirl's Springfield project for school that she got an A+ on, but I don't feel like it. I could blog about making B.B.

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If my husband and the folks he worked with decided to start bickering over how to do their jobs do you think it would be allowed to continue? No way. If they caused the company to go so far over budget they might never get back in the black and brought production to a grinding halt, you can bet your sweet butt that they'd all be canned. No questions asked. No second chances. But our government?

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I've just had a brilliant idea. I'm going to start packaging feminine hygiene products with snack food. That way when a woman deep in the throws of PMS runs into the store to grab a box of Tampax, she automatically gets a week supply of potato chips and chocolate. Maybe I'll toss in a bottle of Midol, too. Ohhhh, and a chick flick on DVD with a box of tissues....then we can call it the PMS

FarmWifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08160105159061698526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20588212.post-43123631413410378292011-04-04T17:41:00.004-05:002011-04-04T18:47:00.971-05:00

(First of all, I must apologize for the total lack of paragraph breaks in this & the previous posts. Blogger is eating them. I promise, I do have some minor grasp of paragraph structure.) After reading my last post, my father called me to lodge an official complaint. "I refuse to take responsibility for Bitsy acting just like her mother!" So I promised to tell the real story of our trip to The

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I fear Bitsy's weekend stint as an only child has scarred her for life. It wasn't the first time she was the only FarmHand with numerous adults, but it was the first time she was truly conscious of the total lack of siblings. In fact, not only did she have my undivided attention for an entire weekend, but she had Grammy, Pa, Uncle Greenteeth, Aunt Anita, Uncle M, Aunt D, and Grandma & Grandpa M&M

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Tonight I will miss the king size bed Bitsy & I spread out on all weekend. I will miss the quiet of having only one child to care for. I will miss being a few feet away from my mother & father's door. I will miss being able to drive across town to visit with my grandparents. I will miss the congregation I grew up in. I will miss the pool and Bitsy's screams of joy as she splashed from her Pa's

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A Starry Night!!And I promise, the contest was not fixed. I plugged the numbers into random.org and it spit out #3. #3 being A Starry Night's comment."First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin, then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting

FarmWifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08160105159061698526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20588212.post-21428623621329645922011-03-22T00:30:00.000-05:002011-03-22T00:30:00.445-05:00

It is here, again, my dear readers. The third instalment of Blogsplosion hosted by our friends at Quirk Classics! These are the days I blog for: days full mayhem, zombies, ninjas, classic mash-ups, and free books. And this time around I'm going to pass the fun on to you all!If you'll remember, last year I blogged about Android Karenina and my darling mother won a prize pack from Quirk Classics

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Ahhh, it is Spring. Officially. And I would have know even had it not been marked clearly on my calendar. I woke up sneezing. Time to change allergy meds again. Oh joy.But the FarmHands spent the past 2 days out of doors & that's been truly lovely. The fighting & bickering isn't quite as overwhelming when they have 10 acres on which to do it as opposed to trapped in a 1,600 square foot

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On September Eleventh, like most Americans, I was glued to my television. I watched in horror as planes smashed into the Twin Towers. I gasped as I saw people throw themselves from the high rises to avoid being burned or crushed. I saw wreckage and devastation, death and destruction. And I learned something about myself.I cannot deal with these images. This was made even more apparent after

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His name is Eric. He works for Quirk Publishing. And he sends me free books. Shhhh, don't tell FarmBoy. I'm not sure he could handle the shock. Besides, I've already crushed him twice this weekend by pointing out that his legs and fingers aren't what one would call long. I'd hate for him to find out I'm secretly pining for a man who works with literature.If you've been here for any length of time

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My dear readers, I must humbly apologize for the uninspired, incoherent, blah of a post I wrote earlier this week. To be honest, I seriously considered deleting the entire thing before I ever hit publish. But then I thought if I only gave you witty, vivacious posts everytime you come here, you'll get spoiled. I simply must toss in a pile of luh-suh to keep you on your toes.That and it's not easy

FarmWifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08160105159061698526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20588212.post-22344883090522305352011-03-08T17:57:00.002-06:002011-03-08T18:25:21.608-06:00

That seemed to be my mantra for the past few days. I'm sure you've seen the post below about BabyGirl & the head lice. Add the massive amount of cleaning, treating, combing, picking, and bagging that goes on with an infestation to the time it takes to get 6 people ready & out the door for a visitation, funeral, and funeral dinner plus time spent visiting with family that's come in for the

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BabyGirl has head lice.I will now pause a moment for you to get fully creeped out & scratch your head a few times because your skin just started crawling.Done?OK. Last night she was digging at her scalp shortly before bed time. I called her in to the kitchen where the light is the best & flipped her hair back from her neck. There are no words to describe the feeling you get when you see bugs

FarmWifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08160105159061698526noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20588212.post-45148892704318522902011-03-02T14:31:00.000-06:002011-03-02T14:31:09.737-06:00

I really don't have it in me to write much at the moment, so I've decided to link back to a post I wrote about Grandma B. just over a year ago when she was getting ready for surgery.I hope you'll read it and I need to say, without qualification, that Christ loves you & He died to save you. Grandma lived by that and I wouldn't be true to her if I didn't share that truth. All roads to not lead to

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Grandma B passed away early this morning. Please pray for her family. We know she is with Jesus. We're missing her here at home.

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