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Thursday, June 30, 2011



June 30th.

The dreaded date in my book.

Will I ever get it right?

This is the day our home school log, example of our work, eval, etc. must be taken in to our public school.

I called our evaluator on the 28th. He was gracious enough to give me an appointment on the 29th at 8am.
God bless the man, well actually, he's a pastor, he only said "you gotta get this in to stay legal". He was probably thinking other things.

Maybe not.

I went and had my kids evaluated, and ordered our 4th quarter school work because *gasp* we are doing our work all summer because we are behind. Not a big surprise considering my lack of everything and all the farm work the children help out with.

Of course I"m sitting here trying to get my log book up to date for the school and I'm having a total brain meltdown, ADD moment.

I just took my headache pills, scarfed down 4 dark chocolate miniature Reese's cups, and took the last two fudge filled cookies and two pieces of licorice into my desk.

Now I can think.

Hmm, maybe not.   I just looked over at my scrapbook desk.

Here's where it all goes wonky. My ribbon is hanging out of a desk drawer. It's so pretty hanging off the edge like that.

I have to take a picture..........

Then I have to play with the picture...........

Maybe more than once...............

Then I see how messy my desk is and I have to take a picture...........

Then I have to play with that picture of my messy desk. Why? Because it's not writing down mundane stuff in a homeschool log.

That's why.

This is an example of my homeschool log......

This stuff is boring. This isn't all my children do, but I have a feeling if I told them everything, they wouldn't like it very much. Like my 14 yr. old working for the neighbor when he's supposed to be doing his school work?? The man needed help, what can I say?
I don't think they'd like the fact that as many as 3 times a week, my children accompany thier dad to a hay auction either.
Or that when the dairy farmer up the road goes on vacation, my 16 yr. old helps his dad milk the cows twice a day. That's really  none of their business though and my kids are learning every day. My husband will sit at the table and answer all their questions and explain everything to them so patiently. He has a knack for that.
In fact, in the last two weeks, Jason and the boys put a dump body from one truck to another truck (installed the PTO and everything) and they have never been greasier. It was great!

I love him.

Look! Tulips!!

Sorry. It just happens.

More of my messy desk and dust.......

Oh, then I look over at my paper...........

All I want to do now is play with rubber stamps and paper and ink and glue and , Oh my, sigh.

Wait, what?? I'm going to the school now?

Oh, right, I forgot.

See ya later,

Love, me

Thursday, June 23, 2011


In my last post, I mentioned how my drain pump in my washing machine took a vacation, and when you have eight kids and you're in that predicament, I have learned not to ask, what's next?

I wasn't listening to myself very well, because I now have a new, as in new this winter Frigidaire gas oven that is torn apart. My children were wrestling around and broke off a burner knob, also breaking something inside so that we couldn't turn the burner off, resulting in pulling the oven front and turning the propane valve off. All these children, and no oven with which to cook?


I also have 2, as in the only two toilets that we have that need new flushing parts, and my hot water heater needs the reset button pressed daily, as in every day.

There should be a hotel for moms. Just for moms that need to have one day of a clean living space, with no dog hair, or wood shavings from guinea pigs on the floor. No dust from the dirt road in front of your house all over the porch (enclosed front porch). No laundry room with floor to floor wash in it, heck no floors with wash on them at all, and all working appliances.

There would be your favorite meal waiting for you when ever you went to visit, and you don't even have to do the dishes.

The bathroom would have the greatest tub with the most revitalizing jets and loads of bubble bath.

The king sized bed would have the most comfy matress just for your liking and the sheets would be of the finest, softest cotton we ever felt on our skin.

Then, we could sleep for as long as we want, or until we missed our families and dirty houses and went back home ready to be moms and cleaning ladies again.          

Okay, you got me, how could I ever even think of a fantasy like that with such darling children all around me??

That is all forever,
Love, me

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Earl Peed on the Electric Fence

This little guy....

The dog, not the boy.

The dog who hates water, but will stand in the bathtub and tease me.

He smells sometimes.

His name is Earl.

Earl was exploring today, and came running and crying all the way from the pasture behind the barn to the house.

We think he peed on the electric fence.

Take it from Earl, you never want to pee on an electric fence.

You will end up walking funny.

Sorry for that disturbing image.

On another note, my drain pump died in my washing machine.

Oh, yes, it did.

But my husband called a parts store and had the bugger overnighted and now it's fixed!

I'll keep him for awhile longer.

Since I might have given you horrible pictures in your head, here's some clouds to take them away..

I don't know what it is lately, but the fluffiness factor is just amazing and I can't stop staring.

That is all...


Thursday, June 9, 2011

We interrupt this week for.............



And even more hay.

This is the secret ingredient to great hay.

Love , me

Monday, June 6, 2011

I've got nothing

I tried writing a post, but it just seemed like I complained too much, so since I've got nothing, I'll give you something to look at......

I hope you've had a great Monday!!

Love, me

Sunday, June 5, 2011

When I grow up...........

Finish this sentence:

When I grow up, I want to be............................

I still haven't figured it out yet.

If you can answer the question, you're a lot smarter than me.

I'll just sit and wait for my guiding light...........

Happy restful Sunday!

Love, me

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Life's a blur..............

If you don't stop to put deoderant on, ask your mamma if she has any in the car!

When you're unloading hay, it's never good to realize you forgot your deoderant that morning.

Your brother will let you know right away.

You might get hot doing all this work.

Just saying...

Love, me.