Tuesday, May 12, 2015


This blog has become a regular snooze-fest of non-existence. I have been super busy with life and Etsy. They don't tell you that selling stuff means you actually have to market stuff which means you have to spend time not actually making stuff while doing things that do not come naturally to you all while you wish you could just be sewing. Did that make any sense? Probably not. The short answer is that my brain isn't business oriented but I am learning. Slowly.

Anyhow...moving along. Besides Etsy, the kids have been busy with school and I am busy helping them with their mountains of homework each night. I am seriously ready to write a big ol' "I'M NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE" note to their teachers. Enough already. That and getting three kids to do their homework when they just want to play outside or do anything but is getting rather cumbersome. James has his Wax Museum coming up and is excited about that! He has been reading numerous books about Lewis and Clark since he began reading. In fact, his very first solo-read chapter book was about Lewis and Clark's Expedition, which is naturally the reading material of choice for a first grader who just learned to read. Fast forward a few years and his subject matter of choice is still the same. That is why he chose to be Merriweather Lewis for the Wax Museum. I am so excited to see him. He gave me his speech last night and I realized that he already has more speaking skills than me. Eek! He's gonna be good.

In other news, Tyler came home recently and informed me that Mrs. Stinkybitch had told him bla, bla, bla. I don't even remember what she said, because I was hung up on 'What did you just say?!' "Mrs. Stinkybitch" he reiterated. I had to then clarify that her name is, in fact, Mrs. Stankavich, without letting on that he was saying a bad word. Because if you have kids, you know that there is nothing dumber than saying 'that's a bad word!' when they don't know what they are saying. Because guess what? Now they do, and they are going to say it 97 times.

In other, other news, I seem to have gotten a rooster in this year's batch of chicks. He is the prettiest of them all and I don't want to get rid of him. Right now, he can only manage to croak out a few little half-baked crows. You wouldn't even know if you didn't know what you were listening for. When he gets a little louder, he will have to go. I have someone who may be interested and has a farm, so we will see. Otherwise....well.....

And one last chicken-related story. At night I go out and lock the chickens up. I check the coop for skunks and possums because they seem to squeeze through the fence every now and then just to give me and the chickens a heart attack. I am getting pretty good at skunk show-downs and getting them out of the coop but the possums.....well, they still unnerve me. Anyway, I used to have a big flashlight but it broke and so I have been using my cell phone flashlight. Which is great if you don't need to see more than 3 feet ahead of you. I was fumbling around trying to hold my phone, count hens and grab the eggs when I must have bumped something on my phone. All of a sudden, and mind you this was 10:30 at night and pitch black, my phone started blasting Rihanna really loud. I almost died of fright. Then I realized what happened and shut if off before the chickens mutinied. I feel that there is some sort of cosmic conspiracy of some sort that tortures me with Rihanna. I am NOT A FAN, and yet Pandora chooses to play her music on my account at random times. Hey! You like Johnny Cash? Well then, you'll like Rihanna! Kids Folk Music? Yep, Rihanna's your girl. The fact that my phone decided to play Rihanna also was just too ridiculous. So there you have it, a very random update from the homestead.

1 comment:

Terry and Linda said...

I'm glad you are still having chickens. Kids and Chickens...just seem to go together.