Monthly Archives: January 2010

Redo.

every year.  every week.  every day.  we get another chance to start over.  i fell off the wagon last week.  with my eating, my workouts, my general attitude around the house.  some people call this pms.  some people call this being busy.  some people call this lazy.  i will call it another chance to start over.  my new meal plan this week, some snacks and the new yoga journal.  did i forget to mention in the magazine post that i have about two years of my mother’s yoga journals upstairs?

yes, back on track.

one year, one week, one day at a time.

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Neighbors

This was my 365 shot from yesterday.  And Farmgirl Fare, this shot is for you!  My version of cute donkey, though not as good as yours as mine is of donkeys across the road not donkeys on the homestead.   I just thought when I put it up that it needed more explanation than I could give on 365.

These are my neighbors.  Their barn sits right at the bottom of my driveway.  It is home to three Clydesdales and what was two little donkeys, but now they have a new, slightly larger donkey that has joined their midst this year.  I am not sure if new donkey likes it, as there has been much, much, much braying and for a while the two little guys didn’t seem to pleased.  I think big donkey was a bit like the “Grumpy Bug” running to the two little donkeys shouting “PLAY WITH ME” which the little donkeys didn’t care for too much.  But all seems well now and the barn seems to be in balance.

I love these guys.  I like to talk to them when I go to get the mail, ask them how things are going in the barn.  A lot of times they are down in the field and in the warmer months (please!) I liked to sit on the front porch and watch them head out or come in.  The donkeys love the Clydesdales and it always makes me smile to see them trotting out after them trying to keep up. I’ve  shown you the fields before.

So yes, I am very lucky to have neighbors and a view like this.  The human neighbors, well, the female version anyway, takes in what I said on 365 was discarded farm animals, but I guess that’s not really true.  She does take in animals that are losing their homes.  Anyone of us can attest to how times are tight right now so I think that some just cannot be taken care of anymore.  In truth, my Grandparents (next door) get a more wide range view of the menagerie.  So far we’ve tallied ducks, geese, guineas, turkeys, goats, donkeys, a buffalo, miniature horses, regular horses and the Clydesdales.

One morning waiting for the school bus a goose came over and did a fly-by on the girls.  My grandmother, waiting with them, was quite sure it was going to land on their heads, it provided much excitement.  Then there was the time the Clydesdale broke loose and tore through the yard.

So that’s the neighborhood.  Would I love to get over there and actually shoot close up, you betcha.  Have been considering it for awhile,  but not sure.  As kindhearted as female neighbor is, male neighbor is a bit of a hothead.  Though the girls and I have been over once or twice, there have been a couple of incidents that have kept us on this side of the road. A bloodied victim of a fight showed up on my grandparents doorstep late one night and a resulting barn fire which they seem to be calling vengeance as well as other stories of run ins have kept us at a bit of a distance which is a shame.   Really a shame as the previous owners of the farm were lifelong friends of my grandparents and all of us have felt that in some way we grew up there.  In the end, I’m just glad it’s still a farm, because so many of the others here have been eaten alive by developers.  So for that I am very happy.

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Wordless Wednesday: Library

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Clippings

I FOUND MY HUTCH!  That’s right, the last of the Christmas decorations went to the basement this past weekend and things are clean (okay, by now relatively clean).  So a couple of people asked me about my collage in the photo.  Magazine clippings.

I will admit (and not apologize for) a magazine addiction.  There are two magazines that escape the scissors.  Bon Appetit & the now defunct (sob) Gourmet and British Country Living.  One: there are too may great recipes and articles in the former and Two: British Country Living has TOO many amazing photographs (i know at least Beegirl hears me on this one).

Most get chopped, and sorted into binders (or in piles waiting for binders): Cooking….Baking…..Home….Crafts….Garden….Entertaining/Gifts

The pictures here were clipped from two issues of Artful Blogging as inspiration.  When I moved into the new house, I thought about economical ways to bring pictures into the house and this was one I came up with.  I bought two frames, laid out the clippings and lovingly taped them onto the piece of paper that comes in the frame when you buy it.  Now here is a funny trick.  On the back side of each of these (on the other side) are two more collages, both for fall, that I switch out.

In all honesty I thought it was a really clever idea and I have more frames (and more clippings!) sitting upstairs to do.  Once we are finished painting the upstairs I hope to actually get some frames on the walls.  I am eyeing those gorgeous drawings  from the back of Cooks Illustrated to frame for the kitchen.  In the meantime, there still sits about a dozen back issues of MSL in the closet, and sorry Martha, you are being dropped this year.  Yes, believe it or not British Country Living has stolen your place in my heart.

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Sleepover

My girls and their two cousins.  The oldest two, eight weeks apart.  The youngest two, nine weeks apart.  Always close.  These are my brother-in-law’s girls.  My nieces.  I am so glad to still have them in my life.  It was a sleepover, complete with:

Hair rollers, board games, sleeping bags, midnight bedtimes, a sandwich of girls asleep in my bed, makeup, blueberry/chococolate chip/mango/walnut/banana pancakes, the sound of pounding feet upstairs, squealing laughter, “I miss them Mommy”, one minute after they leave.

I always think, oh my four in the house……and then my littlest niece climbs on my lap, gives me a  hug and……I love it.

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No More Apologies

i am an apologizer.  my grandmother swears she is going to try to break me of it.  she said to me once in the car, “jennifer, if a meteor crash landed on the earth you would say, oh, i’m sorry”, or something to that affect.  it’s true.

at the ripe old age of almost thirty-eight, i’ve just decided i am who i am and if the world doesn’t like it, tough.  you’ve seen those people right?  just marching along on their merry way, playing along to their own tune, not giving a care to what anyone else thinks just caught up in being themselves.  here’s the thing about those people….they usually seem happy. oblivious to strange looks.  my goal is to become one of those people.

so, i will not apologize for my addiction to sci-fi television, i will not apologize for blaring Dave Matthew’s Band in my car by myself on the way to the grocery store, i will not apologize for not wearing makeup all weekend long, i will not apologize for having long, dull boring hair, i will not apologize for being a whiner, i will not apologize for being lazy about doing dishes, i will not apologize for having a big heart, i will not apologize for taking seemingly inappropriate photos in public places, i will not apologize for eating against the grain, i will not apologize for putting my kids to bed early so i can workout, i will not apologize for not using capital letters,  i will not apologize for having a strange obsession with Harry Potter, i will not apologize for letting  a few curse words slip, i will not apologize for feeling lonely, i will not apologize for overdue library books, i will not apologize for not calling, for not going, for not doing.

it’s my time.  this is the only time i have.  someone once told me that right now all i should really worry about focusing on is raising my children.  they were wrong.

if i feel trapped in this life of only focusing on my children, where am i in all that?  and if i am unhappy with myself what does that show my children?

i’m taking a day a month to go out and do something for me.   no apologies.

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Blues

I’ve been evil, grouchy this week with a bad case of the blues.

Ten minutes with my girl in the evening helps.

A good workout every other night busts it up a bit.

This is when I settled in from work tonight.  I hate Fridays.

Here’s to a better weekend, I’ll have four girls in the house for a sleepover.

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