Happy Anniversary Julie & Michael

Joe and I both have crappy memories so I'm not sure how many years it is, besides with having to take care of triplets I'm not so sure you remember either. Anyhow, We hope you have a Happy Day and maybe even get some alone time. Lock the kids in the closet for a little while. As long as they have drinks and a few Cheerios they'll be ok. That's what I do with Jax when I need some alone time. Love and kisses!

PS: I am totally and completely kidding about the closet thing. I want to make that clear in case anyone from Child Protective Services reads this.

Happy Anniversary Bryan & Sarah

I already got yelled at for not posting a Happy Anniversary to Bryan and Sarah, but I have 2 hours and 45minutes until the day is over so it still counts. Like I have nothing better to do than blog all day. I have places to go and people to see and shit to take care of. Anyway, Happy 45th Wedding Anniversary or whatever. I stopped by Bryan and Sarah's tonight and the music was loud, Nicholas was crying and Bryan and Sarah were arguing about something random. All is well and Life is good. If the kids were calm and Bryan and Sarah were getting along then I would be very worried. So, carry on you crazy kids! I love you Bunches!!!

Who Makes This Stuff Up???

Sarah came over last night so that I could help her study for her "Teas" test. It is a standardized test that she needs to take and pass before she can be admitted into the nursing program. This is something new since I've gone to nursing school. I thought maybe I could help her understand some medical concepts and such. She brings the book which wasn't too intimidating; only about an inch thick. Compared to the Nursing Board Review book which is about 3 inches thick. I figured this will be a piece of cake and I can show her how smart I am and yada, yada, yada. The first thing she showed me was a chart with big "A's" and little "a's" and a bunch of stuff about alleles and dominant and recessive and lots of words that I'm not sure I've ever heard of. "What are you trying to become? A genetic engineer???" I know I learned that stuff at one point in time, however, I've definitely forgotten it. After a little while I pretty much figured that out and she seems pretty comfortable with it so we move on. Graphs and charts and pill bugs. Yah, some scenario about pill bugs and eating wheat and being in the dark. I don't know it was all crazy. Sarah decides that she wants to take an online practice test. I'm all for that, I think that is a really good way to study and get an idea of the real test. We take it together. Math,reasoning problems, punctuation and spelling all went pretty well. Then we get to Science. "Are you kidding me?" What is it about Tectonic plates that is related to the medical field? Why do I care how rocks are formed? There were a few medical related questions, the rest were a random trivia that there is no way you could study for. Either you know it or you don't. Not fair, but reality. So, she's taking the test for real on Monday. I know she can do it, she just has to stay positive. As a little back up though; everyone say a little prayer when they wake up on Monday to give Sarah the edge. By the way, I didn't do that well on the punctuation part, so don't critique my writing. I'm not even sure what a conjunction is.

A day in the life of a chicken farmer

The girls seem to be settling in to their new home. They venture out further and further each day. Sometimes it takes me awhile to find them. Today they decided to make dust holes in the back of the barn. Bear and Ellie do their part in keeping them close to their coop. I made the mistake of encouraging Ellie to chase them and now she won't quit. Bear chases them occasionally but as of yet he hasn't tried to eat them. I have Poached eating out of my hand. Every time she sees me she comes running. During the day it would be hard to catch one, but at night it is a different story. I find it to be a weird phenomenon. At night when they go into the coop to roost, I can walk up to them and pet them and pick them up without difficulty. It's almost like they are drugged. I tried to find out if their is a reason for that but as of yet my research has turned up no real answers. I am enjoying them immensely but still waiting for eggs. I figure by mid September I should have eggs. If I don't, then they are defective.

Happy Birthday Manders!

Manda, Manda, Manda. My baby is all grown up! 25 today. You have grown in to a beautiful and smart woman. You amaze me with the things you have accomplished: Running your own business, raising a family, putting up with Brad (you know I love you Brad). You brighten my day every time I see your sweet smiling face. You do however; still have an Amanda moment every once in a while: "Mom, how do you spell BUREAU?" "B-U-R-E-A-U". "Wow, that's a hard one!" You are adorable and I love you very very much! Happy Birthday Sweetheart!

Omlet Anyone?

Imagine my excitement and surprise to go out to the hen house this morning and find eggs! 9 beautiful surprisingly clean eggs. They were all over the place. I felt like a kid at Easter. I did my happy dance right there in the middle of the hen house. I sent a picture message of my eggs to anyone I thought might remotely care. I didn't even know if any of them had camera phones. I didn't care, I was a proud Mama! I took pictures of them, I even hard boiled the eggs in my refrigerator so I could make egg salad and use them up since I was about to have fresh eggs everyday. Then..........Imagine my disappointment and shock to find out that it was an egg scam perpetrated by Bryan and Brad. Those butt heads went and got brown eggs at the store and came back last night and put them in the hen house. I should have known! The signs were there. The eggs were pristine, no poop stains, they were perfect size, shape and color, they were in the exact middle of the nesting box with no poop in site or bedding disturbed, and one was on the top of the ramp. I was so excited that I ignored the obvious. They got me good! Sarah was in on it. (that bitch). Amanda didn't know because Brad knew she would feel bad for me and probably tell. The funny thing is that I have never felt so loved. No one has ever punked me like that before. Plus it's really nice to see Bryan and Brad act like 10 year olds again. I haven't seen that since they tried to float in recycle bins down the river.
Soooooo....Bring it on boys, just remember that payback are a bitch. By the way I'm making dinner tonight and your invited.

It's the Law

If there isn't a law against drinking and sewing, there ought to be. It can be dangerous.

Unpredictable Kids and Animals

Why is it that kids and animals always do what you don't want them to do. Is there some cosmic hand that comes down and guides them to mischief? Jaxon is seemingly occupied playing with my spools of thread which I will unravel later. I figure I could maybe cut some material for the pillows I am making. I get the material all even and laid out on the cutting mat and Jax comes over and sits down right in the middle of the fabric. I know he did it on purpose. Fine, I'll move onto something else. He's playing in the playroom quietly so maybe I'll crochet a little. No, as soon as I pick up the crochet I become a human jungle gym for him to climb on. I surrender, besides his dad will be here soon. Brad gets here and I hand off Jax. I happen to glance out the window and I see Happy on the hill in the backyard. Happy isn't supposed to be on the hill, because that means he is out of his cage. Brad and I run outside and corral him pretty quickly thank goodness. He had dug a hole under the wire on the grass cage. What an ungrateful bastard! He tried to hump his sister, now he tries to escape. He doesn't realize how good he has it. My animals are probably treated better than some peoples kids. To top off the last hour, Ellie rolled in chicken shit. Very runny chicken shit! I think even she was disgusted because she kept coughing. Then there is my little fibber boy Julian. He asked for cookies but Mom said no because they were going to eat dinner soon. He gets me in the house under the guise of having to go to the bathroom. "So, how bout those cookies?" "Your Mommy said no." "Just give them to me real quick and I'll eat them fast." I finally convince him that we can't disobey his Mommy. He's standing by the dishwasher and says I didn't push any buttons and then goes out the door to leave. I really didn't pay attention to his comment about pushing buttons, until later when I looked at the dishwasher and it was lit up like a Christmas Tree. What a little fibber! Unpredictable but never boring.....I love them all.