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.