Friday, July 12, 2013
Our spring and summer have flown by. Now I find we're already getting ready for back to school.
I was talking to a friend from Ga. and realized it's been 1 whole year since we turned in our foster*care license. I do not miss the stress at all. When asked if we'll be fostering here, I just can't imagine living that way again.
For now you will have to be content on listening to my chicken raising & Boy raising woes. Not quite as entertaining, I know.
My chickens are Easter Eggers. They lay blue,pink,green & other "tinted" eggs. They should start laying by mid August! I can't wait. I'll be sure to take lots of pictures. My husband says that first egg will be an 800.00 egg.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
View to my left......
View to my right...
There were Waaaaay too many people in one small spot of sand for my liking.
It was so hot, I gladly paid 3.00 for a Pepsi.
The Boy will have to get his sand experience in the fall or something.
THAT was crazy. Not again.
Then, you have these things roaming all around.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
The Chicks and Daffy are just over 2 weeks old now. They have to be the fastest growing animals
known. I swear everyday they double in size and Daffy triples! He was the same size ball of fuzz as the chicks 2 weeks ago. He's kind of left them in the dust now. But the chicks are holding their own.
These guys are so messy. No wonder they call them fouls. They foul their water 100 times a day. All I seems to do is clean their water & feed. I can't wait for the next couple of weeks when the temps finally go UP and they feather out, and out to the coop they go. Then I'll worry about if they are OK all night long.
The crops are coming along nicely. All these plants I've grown under the grow light for the past 6 weeks plus the ones I bought Saturday from the local high school AG dept, should round out our garden nicely. Let's just say we are going to be very heavy on the tomatoes this year.
Let's not forget my small crop of Yorkie. He's not been introduced to the chicks yet. I'm afraid his fierce killer instinct may terrorize them.
And last but certainly not least. A Boy enjoying the not really spring yet weather. But any chance to ride his beloved 4 wheeler. Maybe he can use it to herd the chickens & the Yorkie.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
All my newly planted bulbs are coming up! But who knows how long the blooms will last with the weather we are having. One day it was 82 and literally the next it was 40! We seem to be bouncing back and forth like that for the next few weeks.
The most exciting news around here is: I have Chicks! and not just any ole chicks. They are Araucanas. Or Easter Egg chickens, because they lay colored eggs. Pink,green,blue. Oh, and 1 black duck named Daffy. I bet you can guess who weaseled a duck out of the deal. I have NO idea how the duck is going to live in the run with the chickens. But right now he seems content to just be a chick in the brooder.
( day old chicks)
( Here at about 1 week old)
Chick sure grow quick! Everyday I go down to clean up the huge mess they make and you can literally see they've grown over night.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Me and LK go way back. (if you want to link to his blog, you can do it from the comments)
Over the years it seems as though Lk has mellowed and so have I.
I have nothing to prove anymore. I know the "truth" from both sides. As a good and decent foster*parent and as an *adptive*parent.
Foster*Care sucks in alot of states/counties. I get his anger. I've seen the "system" fail children. But I have also seen birth*parents abandon their children to "the system" in favor of drugs/alcohol/life style choices, whatever. With NO family members willing to take them in. Those children need a family. Do not condemn me for loving and raising one or a twenty of these children, as my own.
I say all that to say this.
LK, whom I have not heard from in over a year ( I guess I've bored even him with my lack of fostering tales) left this comment on my post about None of your business.
So I decided to answer him.
Are you afraid of anybody finding out the truth?
NO, I'm not afraid of anyone "finding out". But nobody goes around asking me to tell them all about the day I conceived or delivered the children I gave birth to. Why are my children who happen to be adopted not treated or respected in the same way?
After I answered him, I thought of this. Is our or their story public domain, to be told on demand?
NO, it's not. It belongs to us & those we choose to share it with.
Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Thursday, March 21, 2013
For many, many reasons I do not share my story, our story, his or her story. Believe it or not, in my real world there are only a hand full of people that know we have children that are adopted. Because quite frankly it's none of anyone's business.
IF you know my/our/his/her story you can bet we are the bestest of the bestest friends.
I trust you beyond measure. Because in that story/stories is the very life & heart & soul of many people.
I think you might find this article very interesting. I think she gets it. And says it alot better than I can.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
I am always without the right words when I return from Orlando or ETAAM as some of you may know it.
And again after my 3rd year I continue to be speechless.
Where else can you be with 120 moms who understand the trauma of fostering or adopting that can be some of our lives?
If you're interested the name & website have changed. It's now at:
Great info & resources can be found here.
Monday, February 25, 2013
But there has just been NOTHING going on around here. But I need you to know it is COLD here. I do not like cold. I may have told you that. I can't remember because my brain is frozen. Here's a cute something to see you through til something does happen around here. Like thawing out. Chocolate mustache and all.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
And one last To-u trick.
Seems he had one last thing up his sleeve before he went back with Santa Christmas Eve.
He put crape paper across The Boy's bedroom door so he couldn't get out Christmas morning.
Which is never really a problem, since The Boy would never deem it necessary to get out of bed without ALOT of prompting. Seriously, we have to make him get out of bed on Christmas morning.
Always have. What's wrong with this Boy? Thank goodness To-u had to go back, my brain was being taxed!
P.S The Boy wouldn't break through the crape paper, he crawled under.