Welcome to our crazy life!
For years friends and family have told me to write a book about some of the wild, funny, challenging and (at times) unbelieveable events in my family's life. I decided a blog would be a good way to get my feet wet...so here goes! I was NOT an English major so don't critique.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The garden is paying Hank back for all of his hard work. I don't know what to do with all of this food. Tried freezing sugar snap peas and they turned to mush - how sad they are my favs! Storing potatoes in paper bags full of dirt in the pantry floor and we are having a stew tonight made from some of this squash and zucchini. Looks like we will have several thousand watermelon and cantaloupes! Any ideas? The only thing we don't have, but really want are blackberries. None of our wild ones produced (too dry - froze?) and our fruit trees all froze so no fruit this year....except for a few cherries that the birds will eat:(
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Which brings me to why Hank had to cook his own father's day meals...Friday I was cleaning the mirror in my bathroom when I leaned and twisted at the same time. At that moment I heard my back pop and felt a familiar pain of disks being herniated. I have a bad lower back and neck (in total 5 herniated disks). By Saturday I was feeling pretty yucky but thought I could ride to Tulsa to pick SAm up from camp and go with the family to get Hank's father's day gift. NO WAY! By the time we got Sam I needed to go right back home because the pain was so bad I was getting nauseous. I started throwing up in Hank's car on the turnpike. He pulled over so I could throw a trash bag of vomit out the window and get a new one. Just then a state trooper pulled up and told Hank to get out and pick up my bag of puke. He stuck his head in the window and saw me with tears running down my face, throwing up and didn't care one bit. So Hank gets out and retrieves the puke and puts it in the floor board. By the time we got home he had several more bags to deal with. He pulled over again while I was throwing up and I said "JUST GET ME OUT OF THIS CAR!!!" By midnight last night I had thrown up at least 7-8 times and was totally wiped out. I was tearing through the medicine cabinet looking for any leftover narcotic we had from someone's surgery, dental procedure - ANYTHING. Hank said "take the strongest thing in there." I also use Icy Hot and a heating pad. I can walk now, but barely, and the vomiting has stopped - THANK GOODNESS. My poor kids had to help change out throw up bowls because I couldn't even get up yesterday. So it was kind of a rotten fathers day weekend around here. We had to reschedule with my dad for next weekend. Maybe my tomatoes will be ripe by then and i can take him some.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
I saw a HUGE RAT in the barn which didn't scare me near as bad as the 3 brown recluses I have found in our BED in the past few weeks! Dan the bug man does his best, but you can't kill those things. Only glue traps work - which are stuck to everything we own. They are more like human, sheet, toy, dog traps...they seem to catch everything else. Spiders scare me more than anything else. Me and Crocodile Hunter.
Stella passed on potato digging. I guess she was worn out from dusting. As she was cleaning earlier she said "it's ok Shelby, you sit there and keep playing computer and I will take all of the money." I reminded her that they do not get paid for household chores and Stella said "well, I will be happy to do my chores outside then." The dusting went pretty well until she found her doll and started putting hair tinsel in her hair and feeding her blackberries.
We harvested some fresh, organic-everything we grow is organic and it's so worth it- cilantro from the garden (1st time we have grown it), swam, Stella got stung by her first bee and lived to tell about it (I was worried I would have to use EPI pen), did a little cleaning, dug potatoes and did lots of cooking. In my book that is a perfect day. Cooking relaxes me.
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