One lucky duck....

Nature, and animal instinct amaze me sometimes. As most of you know by now, we own a Hobby Farm. We recently added 2 ducklings, whom have been residing on the sun porch, in a homemade brooder. There's just two of the little fellas, they're not bothersome at all.
Last night, my not so graceful Border Collie, Mady, who I deeply believe has anxiety issues, and is a bit neurotic, knocked over the brooder. One duckling was huddled by a shoe, and the other seemed to have vanished. I panicked. I searched outside for about an hour, in the dark, and in the rain. Unfortunately, this duckling is mute, so there would be no way I could hear him peeping. Yes, I said mute. Strange, I know.
I finally gathered myself, and figured if he had any instinct at all, he would bunker down for the night. Finding a stray duckling on a farm, is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Almost literally.
I hoped that in the morning, when the rest of the birds were let out of the barn, he may show up. No such luck. I searched this afternoon. No duckling. I'd pretty much given up, when I was walking over by my clothes line, and I see a tiny duck head peek up from the grass by one of our outdoor chick brooders. Well, at least he was alive. For now. I followed him through the tall grass, and into the brush, where all I got was about 50 burdock's in my hair, and scratches on my legs from thistle and raspberry bushes.

Chad came home from work a couple hours later, and we went out and looked again. This time, with a net. (Fishing nets are a MUST on a farm.) I was walking through the brush where I last saw him, pouting about how I had no clue where he might be when Chad says.."How about right there?" And there he was. In the grass, (No where near where I was looking, of course.) eating a dandelion, and apparently enjoying his freedom. So, nature amazes me sometimes, how a 3 week old duckling can manage to keep himself alive in the great outdoors with no guidance. Needless to say, he is one lucky duck.....

I'm bringing sexy back. Yeah?

I haven't blogged in a few days...ok, so maybe a week.
The weekend was good, considering it was my birthday weekend, and Memorial Day weekend as well. Chad and I went on a date Saturday night. Which rarely happens these days. It was nice to get in touch with our adult selves.
Monday we went to camp, had a cookout with the kids, and made some s'mores. Just plain ol' good family time.
Today was a crazy week, as usual. Appointments, ball practices, errands, bills, phone calls. I'm wondering if I'll ever get time to clean my house. It smells like chickens.
I've decided this week that I'm going to hammer down on the whole weight loss thing. I mean it.
Chad bought me "Just Dance 2" for the Wii. A splurge for us, but I think it will help me get motivated, since I rarely get time to walk and going to any type of exercise class is just out of the question.
So I've been faithfully "just dancing" to 3 songs a night. My diet has been limited to things that you're suppose to eat, and minus the sweat, hunger, and craving meat, it's going well.
So, I've been contemplating posting my current weight. It's horrendous. But, I think that if I pull the pin, that it might give me enough motivation to get my sexy back.

So........




Here.........






It................................................













Goes......





My current weight as of June 2nd, 2011 is........













193 lbs.



Yup. You read that right. 5'1, and 193lbs.


I see alot of sweat, and complaining in my near future.

82. And many more....

Today was my 82nd birthday. At least that's what the candles on my cake said, thanks to the mischievous boys that I live with.
I sat here pondering, wondering just where has time gone? I haven't done enough...or have I done too much in the last "82" years?

Who knows.

I made homemade pizza's for supper, burned one. Thankfully, the others came out safe.
Chad took Ian and Logan to the store to pick out a gift, I was only imagining what they may have picked out. You just never know, when it comes to my boys.
Chad baked my cake, as he has in years passed, (Thank you, hon.) and let Ian decorate it with little princess candies, and candles that spelled out "82" of course.
My gifts were lovely, they had picked out a enormous hanging flowered plant. I worried all for nothing. It's absolutely beautiful, and now I can only hope to keep it alive. At least for a while.
I think I'm finally starting to adjust to my life. It's taken me "82" years of inconstancy, and I just never know what's going to happen next. I guess that's part of life. Life is ever changing, sometimes for the worst, sometimes for the better. It's the better that makes the worst worth it.
It's the times in your life where you hit rock bottom, when you really start to realize what matters. It's not the big things, it really is the little things. People. Cherish the people in your life. They are there for a reason.

I couldn't have asked for a better birthday, I had my family, beautiful gifts, minimal tantrums, and I managed not to burn the house down with a torched pizza. In my opinion, it was a good day.

Barn Boots and Margaritas

Well, tomorrow is my birthday. Yup. 28 years old. Which means, in 2 years, I will be 30.
I cringe at the thought.
So, today my mother and I drove an hour and a half to Bangor, and did some shopping, and went out to supper, which is something that mom doesn't get to do often.

We got to the restaurant, and the waitress looked at my mother and says in a very high-pitched, giddy voice: "Can I start you off with a margarita?" And begins to ramble off some flavor options. My mother, who is a very Christian woman, firmly said "No."
When my mother says "NO." she mean, NO. Apparently I inherited that trait as well.

Overall, our dinner was good. Even without the Margaritas.

Now, when I say shopping, I mean thrift stores, discount stores, and dollar store. That is my kind of shopping. In the summer, I hunt for yard sales. I savagely hunt for yard sales.
I am a very frugal person, and I hate to spend money, and refuse to buy anything new, unless absolutely necessary.

I just don't see the point.

So we spent about 2 hours at the Goodwill store. Which, happens to be one of my most favorite places to shop.
I found Ian a pair of bright red barn boots for $2. Score.
My goal was to find some summer clothes for the baby, considering last summer, he was in 12months, and this summer he's in 24months.

I rummaged around a while, and came up with two outfits, ALL with green tags, meaning they were half off, so for 2 outfits, I paid less than $4.
I even managed to find a little ride on John Deere tractor for $1.99, with a little cleaning, it will be perfect...like we need one more tractor in this household.

It was a nice day, the sun was shining, and my mother and I got to spend it together.

The incredible, edible, egg.

So I've decided that I really need to keep up with blogging. It helps me keep my sanity, in my busy life.
 With 2 growing boys, 2 business, and a hobby farm, you seem to find yourself forgetting about YOU.
Yeah, you busy moms know what I mean.
I've decided to make blogging my "me" time, even if it's just about random, everyday things.
So, a couple weeks ago, Chad and I had discussed letting Ian, age 7, sell our eggs.
He is obsessed with the birds, and finds it fascinating that every time he goes in the barn there's an egg or two. Or Twelve.

I figured, what a better way for him to learn some responsibility, and earn some extra spending money as well?
First, he has to use his money to buy feed, and with whatever is left over, he gets to pocket. (This plan my backfire, we shall see.)
I decided to make him a fan page on facebook, (another plan that may backfire.) just to see how he would do.
Within 24 hours, it had 30 fans. Within 48 hours, he got 5 customers. Of course, he is absolutely thrilled, not only is he selling eggs, but people get to write to him on facebook.
The first day, he came home from school, threw down his book bag, and yells "Did I sell any eggs? Did anyone come to the house? Did anyone say anything on the computer?" My response: "Oh, hi hon, how was your day?" He says: "MOM. EGGS." Ok, well I guess the "Hi mom, I'm home" days are over.
Since "Ian's Eggs" is so successful, my wheels have been turning. I laid in bed last night thinking that Chad needs to build a store. Right on the front lawn. I can sell homemade bread, which is something I've recently mastered, and make way too much. Along with Ian's eggs, other baked goods, and maybe some goats milk, once we get some does. It's brilliant, right?
As of right now, our head count consists of 1 Katahdin Ewe, 2 New Zealand rabbits, 5 Khaki Campbell ducks, 5 Mallards, 30ish chickens, 22 baby chicks, 3 dogs, and 3 cats.

Is that enough? Probably not.

Whoops....

Ok, so apparently I'm doing this wrong....it seems as though I am blogging under my other account that I had made for J.D. Photography. I'll try to fix it. I'm blog illiterate.

The Scentsy Sandwich

Last night, I attended my very first ever Scentsy meeting. It went well, I suppose. I tried to absorb everything my tired, useless brain could possibly absorb for the time being, how long I'll retain it for....that, I don't know.

I left the meeting and headed over to Walmart, in search for wood pellets, only to find they were sold out. OF course they were. 

Starting to feel a bit desperate, I called ANOTHER Walmart, that I could hit on my way home. They closed at 10. It's now 9:05pm. I thought to myself: "If I don't pee first, and if I don't stop to eat, and I drive REALLY fast. I can make it." 

So, I did. And yes, I made it. With 2 minutes to spare, and in my life, 2 minutes to spare is pretty awesome.

I even had time to pee. Lugged my two 50lb. bags of pellets to my van, and feeling pretty rugged at this point.

I stopped at the local Tim Horten's to get a bite to eat, or maybe a million bites, since by this point I was feeling rather famished. I ordered a small macaroni and cheese, a small sandwich, and a bottle of water.

Got my water, and sandwhich, sat down for about 10 minutes, and finally asked: "Excuse me, where is my macaroni and cheese?" Tim Horten's Guy: "Oh. Sorry. We're all out." Me: "......." 

I went to my van, and unwrapped my sandwich. WRONG sandwich. I'm tired. I want to go home and take off my clothes.

I went BACK inside, and nicely (surprisingly) told the Tim Horten's Guy that he made me the wrong sandwich, and asked if I could just get a refund because I just needed to get home. He informed me that I can't get money back, only food. Awesome, so I can trade old food for new! Who would have thought.

I ever so kindly said, that I really just did not have any more time to wait for a new order, and that I would just like my money back. "NO." The woman in line behind me says "WHAT?! She can't get her money BACK?!" I smiled at the idea of having someone on MY side for a change. (Yeeeaaaah! You tell HIMMM.)

She then pulls out $5, hands it to me, and says to him "THERE. Make ME the sandwich."

Well, of course I felt terrible taking her money, and just agreed that I would get a new sandwich. 

The lady and I got to talking, and I told her that I was on my way home from a Scentsy meeting. She said "Oooh! Scentsy, what's that?!" After rambling on a bit, and realizing that I was stupid, because I had no books and no business cards with me to help me out, here. (Shh, don't tell my director.) 

We went to my van, and thankfully...I had a wax sample of the scent of the month, that I was able to give her, along with a make-shift presentation in the parking lot. She liked the idea so much, that she gave me her name and address, and asked me to mail her a book, and asked if I did parties.

So, thus, I had my first proud, Scentsy moment, and felt pretty good about myself, regardless of the race for pellets, missing mac and cheese, and a wrong sandwich. It all works out in the end, doesn't it? 

 

To blog, or not to blog.

So, yes. I've decided to blog. Blog about what? Well, whatever. Whatever comes to mind, that is.
I've been contemplating the idea for some time now, thinking that who would possibly want to hear what I have to say? Let alone read it.  Then again, writing is good for the soul, right? 
So, blogging I will. For how long? Who the heck knows. Cheers to blogging.