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Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts
Scene at Home - Dining Room
Here is the table I nearly destroyed via my overconfident incompetence. Nonetheless it is important to note that every decor item shown ranges in price from Free-$1 in cost because I'm spendy like that.
Don't Cry Because It's Over,
Don't Cry Because It's Over, Smile Because It Happened.
(Easier said than done as we complete our magical year plus with the Best Team Ever and our daughter "retires" from the Under 12 League).
BCSC Rapids Players and families - you know who you are and you know we love you, each and every one!
(Easier said than done as we complete our magical year plus with the Best Team Ever and our daughter "retires" from the Under 12 League).
BCSC Rapids Players and families - you know who you are and you know we love you, each and every one!
This is a happy picture but I think it will always make me want to cry.
Will miss seeing these happy faces every week.
May the world always be kind and always bless and know how special these kids are.
Chow Hound
Matt graciously offered to make Mother's Day Dinner last Sunday.
He prefers to cook "camp style" so outdoors with a big cast iron pot he went.
Jagger grew increasingly impatient with the endless wait for "done."
A watch dogged pot never boils, indeed
Smoke gets in his eyes, but never will he relinquish his "chow hound" post
Someday, his dish will come.
Every dog has his day - and a moment when someone is going to leave that pot of bacon and sausage unattended for one quick minute ...
Heirloom Cookies
I have the best in-laws in the world. Truly. They have all but robbed me of any great joke or column possibilities, mainly through being so decent and NICE. Still, THAT comes in handy too sometimes. Witness my sister-in-law, Kim (the original "Kim Seabolt" who wisely married and changed her last name once she realized I was going to be mucking about with it) as she bravely teaches Wondergirl how to make a beloved family recipe: orange cookies. Aunt Kim arrived, ingredients in tow (and a brand new food processor for Kassie to boot!) and walked her through the steps involved to make "Grandma Ollie's Orange Drops." A 65+ year old recipe. Aunt Kim also included a framed version of the recipe (love!) and a brand new cookbook just for Kassie - with the heirloom family recipes written in, and many blank pages just begging to be filled.
Goat Delivery RFD
For the record I am not some goat obsessed blogger. This will not become the All About Goats extravaganza, I swear to this. Not because goats aren’t precious, of course, but because what I know about goats you could stuff in an olive. The sum total of my vast goat knowledge would be this:
[sound of crickets …]
Nothing. Got that. Nada. Zip. Nothing. So if you know goats feel free to share. Often. We feed, we love, we provide housing and water. We repeat as necessary. Every once in a while we gush “Ohmygosh PRECIOUS!” in their general direction which is crucial for goat maintenance, surely.
Without further ado we have the addition of our two new goats – Billy and Penny. Billy and Penny come to us courtesy of Sean and Julie Magill. They were Gertie’s old pen pals before she came to live with us last year so this is a reunion of sorts.
Billy checks us out upon arrival. They look shifty, Floor It!
There’s one in every crowd. Billy remains unimpressed and makes a break for it. I’m sure the exit is right around this wooden MOUNTAIN. Crackers.”
Finally in the pasture Penny faces her own physical limitations. Little help here? Apparently they are rehoming us with mountain people?
Gertie and Billy greet each other. Penny appears to be saying Don’t hog her, my turn, MY TURN
Penny is happy to see her. And also a bit of a show-off. This is my best trick. LOVE ME!
A head butt hello is big with goats. I’m glad people don’t greet each other this way. I’m pretty friendly. I’d have a concussion.
Welcome Penny. We don’t know what this tongue thing means but apparently it’s her thing.
Finally, our own Billy Goat Gruff. He seems unimpressed. With everything. I picture him as a kind of Lou Grant/Archie Bunker kind of personality. All charm that one.
[sound of crickets …]
Nothing. Got that. Nada. Zip. Nothing. So if you know goats feel free to share. Often. We feed, we love, we provide housing and water. We repeat as necessary. Every once in a while we gush “Ohmygosh PRECIOUS!” in their general direction which is crucial for goat maintenance, surely.
Without further ado we have the addition of our two new goats – Billy and Penny. Billy and Penny come to us courtesy of Sean and Julie Magill. They were Gertie’s old pen pals before she came to live with us last year so this is a reunion of sorts.
Billy checks us out upon arrival. They look shifty, Floor It!
There’s one in every crowd. Billy remains unimpressed and makes a break for it. I’m sure the exit is right around this wooden MOUNTAIN. Crackers.”
Finally in the pasture Penny faces her own physical limitations. Little help here? Apparently they are rehoming us with mountain people?
Gertie and Billy greet each other. Penny appears to be saying Don’t hog her, my turn, MY TURN
Penny is happy to see her. And also a bit of a show-off. This is my best trick. LOVE ME!
A head butt hello is big with goats. I’m glad people don’t greet each other this way. I’m pretty friendly. I’d have a concussion.
Welcome Penny. We don’t know what this tongue thing means but apparently it’s her thing.
Finally, our own Billy Goat Gruff. He seems unimpressed. With everything. I picture him as a kind of Lou Grant/Archie Bunker kind of personality. All charm that one.
Caution: Kids at Work
All rural dwellers have them. The friends, family, or mere acquaintances who imply, upon hearing where you live, that you must be stone cold stupid to live in the middle of “nowhere” with “nothing” to do.
Some people simply cannot imagine living beyond spitting distance of Target. Me, I can't imagine ever wanting to. Sure, the suburbs have their charms but where else but “nowhere” can kids engage in healthy outdoor pleasures, have their own sledding hills, livestock, creek, and climbing trees all in their own back yard?
Have I mentioned the work? Oh how I love the work. Chores. Duties. Responsibilities. I think it makes kids stronger and, dare I say it, better? I leave others to their chore charts, gold stars, and to kids who think they hung the moon because they put their own plate in the dishwasher.My kids know the real reward comes not from a sticker of a star, but from not freezing slap to death come winter, and of having your animals well fed.
Please join me for a relaxing late Sunday afternoon in the middle of Nowhere.
Our firewood is not for fireplace ambience but heat. We use it to heat a large outdoor wood burner that provides heat and hot water to our home all winter long. Because we live in a large, old, and essentially open-to-the-brisk-nor’easterly-wind house, the cost of fuel oil to heat the place would break us. Hence, the firewood. It comes not in neatly stacked cords but in a more natural, “tree” form. Some TLC needed …
This is the TLC needed. Cutting into smaller lengths and loading into the splitter. Ideally it’s a two-person operation. One to lift and load and the other to operate the splitter.
Here Jagger gives his impression of a speed bump. No one gets firmly in the way of any project quite like Jagger.
Exhausted from said “getting in the way,” he takes a break while Ace roams, ever alert for the opportunity to play fetch. This, however, does not appear to be a fetching crowd.
I remember when he was a toddler, kept safe inside with me to prevent him from being underfoot. Just look at him now. He probably regrets all the time he stood at the door stomping his little feet and insisting “me go TOO!” Now my kid can wrangle wayward livestock, barefoot, in minutes, all without putting down his sandwich.
Ace says all work and no play makes you a dull boy. Also, a disappointing one.
Time to clean the goat barn. Gertie is just a wee bit happy to see her. Hard-to-get is not Gertie’s style.
Lift that gate, tote that bale…
Here let me eat your hat. Can I get a side of gloves with that?
So there you have it - country kids on a relaxing weekend. Providing for the family. Caring for pets. (Played a little soccer, video games, and had a sleepover too!) Kids toting, hauling, chopping and caring all in the great outdoors. Why, if we had any more “nothing” to do, we’d run flat out of day.
Some people simply cannot imagine living beyond spitting distance of Target. Me, I can't imagine ever wanting to. Sure, the suburbs have their charms but where else but “nowhere” can kids engage in healthy outdoor pleasures, have their own sledding hills, livestock, creek, and climbing trees all in their own back yard?
Have I mentioned the work? Oh how I love the work. Chores. Duties. Responsibilities. I think it makes kids stronger and, dare I say it, better? I leave others to their chore charts, gold stars, and to kids who think they hung the moon because they put their own plate in the dishwasher.My kids know the real reward comes not from a sticker of a star, but from not freezing slap to death come winter, and of having your animals well fed.
Please join me for a relaxing late Sunday afternoon in the middle of Nowhere.
Our firewood is not for fireplace ambience but heat. We use it to heat a large outdoor wood burner that provides heat and hot water to our home all winter long. Because we live in a large, old, and essentially open-to-the-brisk-nor’easterly-wind house, the cost of fuel oil to heat the place would break us. Hence, the firewood. It comes not in neatly stacked cords but in a more natural, “tree” form. Some TLC needed …
This is the TLC needed. Cutting into smaller lengths and loading into the splitter. Ideally it’s a two-person operation. One to lift and load and the other to operate the splitter.
Here Jagger gives his impression of a speed bump. No one gets firmly in the way of any project quite like Jagger.
Exhausted from said “getting in the way,” he takes a break while Ace roams, ever alert for the opportunity to play fetch. This, however, does not appear to be a fetching crowd.
I remember when he was a toddler, kept safe inside with me to prevent him from being underfoot. Just look at him now. He probably regrets all the time he stood at the door stomping his little feet and insisting “me go TOO!” Now my kid can wrangle wayward livestock, barefoot, in minutes, all without putting down his sandwich.
Ace says all work and no play makes you a dull boy. Also, a disappointing one.
Time to clean the goat barn. Gertie is just a wee bit happy to see her. Hard-to-get is not Gertie’s style.
Lift that gate, tote that bale…
Here let me eat your hat. Can I get a side of gloves with that?
So there you have it - country kids on a relaxing weekend. Providing for the family. Caring for pets. (Played a little soccer, video games, and had a sleepover too!) Kids toting, hauling, chopping and caring all in the great outdoors. Why, if we had any more “nothing” to do, we’d run flat out of day.
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