Saturday, September 5, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
On the farm the challenge was to see how dirty we could get in a day's time, and the feed pile was an awesome place to do just that. Of course, we were not concerned about getting buried in the pile or inhaling major portions of dust. This was just great fun!
Then there was climbing and jumping in the hayloft, building houses in corners with broken bales, and running through dark tunnels in the hay searching for treasure. Did it bother us that there were open trapdoors to the next level down? Not us. We were indestructible. Besides, this was just too much fun. Only worry warts like moms and dads are concerned about those little details.
Now this was something I could really get into---even if only for a little while. My patience ran out when the husks just did not want to cooperate; However, the ride in the wagon carrying those husks a little later was a lot of fun. Somehow Mom seemed to really dig this corn husking thing. Go figure!
All this fuss about these big stupid creatures called cows! To me it seems that the only things they do are eat, sleep, eat some more and then stand in a row while the big people do something to them; and on top of all that they truly do stink!
Now this I can really get into. Some little kids may want to drive race cars, but I want to drive a skid loader just like Uncle Glenn. I must try these handles; one of them will surely make it go forward and maybe the other will even lift the scoop.
Now just what does Uncle Glenn do when he brings those buckets of calf food down here? I want to get it right and do it exactly as he did it. I do know he took two buckets so I have that part right.
Now this is the life---a real skid loader ride. Okay, so we are not going up in the air and spinning around the way Uncle Glenn does it when he is scooping food into the mixer, but it is still an awesome ride.
I have had better swings, but this makeshift one will do for now. It does provide me with a little bit of fun while I wait for things to liven up here on the farm.
Now this is definitely not my cup of tea. Attending a stupid produce auction is downright boring. I can't even understand what that guy is trying to say. He talks even faster than I do when I am trying to be difficult. Besides, what can I do except look at the horse and wagons here, and that gets old after a while.
Now this is more like it. We can get a little exercise here right in the dining room after a big meal, in which, by the way, everyone ate like hogs except the two of us. This is great fun climbing all over Uncle Glenn and having him tickle us.
Hm! I wonder if the kitty is safe to touch. Does she bite or scratch? Worse still, will she try to attack me if I get any nearer. I have to try. Like they say, "Curiosity killed the cat!"
Wow! This is a huge bottle, and this calf is pulling on it like crazy. I had better hold it back a little bit. I don't want my whole arm going into her mouth. Still she seems rather harmless and I do want to be a big helper.
Let's see if we can move some of this garden dirt around for them. I am sure they will be grateful for my assistance. I was even able to get a chain and use it just like Uncle Glenn.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
I can feel the cool breeze coming from the window as I got up at 7 this morning. It doesn't feel like summer here in Indiana. The temperature is more like the spring and early fall. No sirens and horns are blaring that we usually have in Maryland and I just like it. I take my bath and stroll outside to find Elsie in her garden; I can hear her humming an old song while picking her beans for the auction. She has a good sized vegetable garden with cherry tomatoes, potatoes, beans, cabbage, squash, zucchini, cucumber, corn, red beets and lima beans. Three times a week she harvests her vegetables and takes them to the farmer's auction. Most of the time she gets a good price on her produce, and that really makes her day.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Hubby got a box from my friend Cheech from Ohio this afternoon. The box was full of clothing for my boys and lots of underwear for them. Cheech didn't know that everything that was in the box was exactly what my kids needed. Thank you Cheech.
Months ago I had a bad case of sinusitis, and finally got the medicine to take care of it but the bad news was it is not covered by our insurance. I am paying 250 dollars every month for it. When my friend Leni learned about it, she immediately helped us. She gave some samples for free and also enabled me to get the prescription at a sizable discount. Thank you, Leni.
Thinking about all these friends makes me realize how blessed I am in having them. I only have a few friends, but they are the best; and I will never exchange them for anything. They are gifts from the Lord.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
This is one of my favorite side dishes when I grill pork chop, chicken or steak. You can tell that it contains some tomatoes, apples and mangoes. It's really good. For more yummy dishes, please visit Yummy Sunday.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
A beautiful sky and a beautiful shot to share. The plane looks so tiny in the sky, reminded me of the plane that vanished. Their bodies were found, but the pain and sorrow of the family stays. I pray for peace and comfort. It is sad. Life is fragile. Let's take care of it with prayers.Visit Skywatch Friday for more photos of the sky.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Today, Saturday, May 16, 2009 is their last soccer game. What a joy to watch him play and enjoy himself in the field! I look forward to him playing next spring again. More and more now I appreciate him, for being a good kuya (big bro) to Everett, helping me potty train his little brother and teaching him to play ball. Listening and talking to me when I needed company so much, singing silly songs and just being there, he comforts me when I am upset with something, showing concern when I hurt myself. I will miss him next fall when he starts going to school. He is getting older and more mature everyday. He amazes me all the time. He is a sensitive young boy who believes that sharks need to eat panckakes, bacon and spaghetti so they will not attack humans.