Well, I think it’s only fair to tell you what has been going on around here during my silence …
I’ve lost my mind.
It’s a sad thing to most people, I know, but seriously I’m having a very good time while I’m (temporarily) insane. You see it all started with horseback riding lessons last fall. Horse fever hit very hard around here. And I thought it would pass …
And then springtime came, and two more kid had caught it. Now on a weekly basis we truck on down to the Carriage House Farms and Riverwind Stables to get our fix.
Now I’ve caught it. Well, it’s a different strain. I didn’t catch the I’ve-got-to-be-around-horses-every-second-of-the-day strain. I’ve caught the I-want-my-kids-to-have-and-be-around-horses-because-it’s-a-great-learning-opportunity strain. I blame it on my homeschooling sickness. My husband thinks I’m certifiable, and so I probably am. I mean, have you ever met a person who invites more work into her life than I?
Today there were kittens on the farm. Mia thought she had died and gone to Heaven. (Love that girl!) I can’t help it; when I was a little girl I used to own a Momma cat who had kittens, and when I look at the love and devotion on her face, I KNOW how she’s feeling. And I know that it will not fade; she simply will either learn to feed it or learn to starve it through lack of contact.
Did I mention that my husband thinks I’m certifiable? Yes, that corporate VP of Sales, who detests anything country or animal, probably also wonders what he has done to deserve to be married to this lunatic that wants to now own a family farm.
Yes I did say that. JUST A SMALL FARM, SWEETIE! I’m talking two horses, a few kittens, and maybe just a few chickens. Yes, I said chickens. Now don’t hold me to that, but who can resist these cute chicken coops? And free, fresh, organic eggs? And constant entertainment for the upcoming kiddos?
We’ll see what happens. He’s a stubborn man, but I happen to have him right where I want him (most of the time). The other day I was having second thoughts on the whole horse, mud, poop, stalls, winter thing, so I may chicken out (ha ha) before we ever get there. And did I mention that houses on farms kinda suck? Yeah, that’s not going to be easy for any of us to swallow – moving down just to get the land. But we could always renovate or build …
So that’s what is preoccupying my lately. There are a few other things, but there’s not enough big news in the other departments to warrant a whole post. Yet. Stay tuned.
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PS. This is not original. It makes the rounds via email and I just wanted to share it.
I know I'm a little late, but I've got to tell you about my Mother's Day present from Jonny.
He had made a cookbook at school, with his class. You know the kind where the kids tell their versions of how to cook common foods. There were some really cute recipes, like the ones that tell about the baseball game that should be played while the specific food is in the hot oven.
Well, Jonny brought his home on Friday, but I resisted looking at it. I knew he's be so proud of himself if he could present it when the others presented theirs. So I sent him upstairs to wrap it, telling him to just grab the recently used bag that I had saved and put on my dresser. Instead he hauled out the huge container on wheels that houses so, so, much wrapping paper, bags, tissues, and ribbon.
He dug through, found himself the perfect bag, and stuffed the cookbook into the too small bag. Not finding tissue paper that satisfied him, he ripped three large pieces of Christmas wrapping paper off the roll, and topped the present oh-so-nicely.
When I went upstairs to check on him, he was deep in concentration about his little piece of art. What could be cuter? He could hardly stand it that I wasn't opening it, but he was excited about the "big party" planned for Sunday. You know how Jonny loves a party!
After breakfast on Sunday, I was showered with homemade presents, secret purchases, and a coffee mug for a teacher (how cute!). It was lovely, all of it, but I could not help but favor the one from my special boy, who had so lovingly prepared it for my weepy eyes.
Here's a challenge ...
Try doing this one. Answers can only be one word. Not easy.
1. Where is your cell phone?
2. Your significant other?
3. Your hair?
4. Your mother?
5. Your father?
6. Your favorite thing?
7. Your dream last night?
8. Your favorite drink?
9. Your dream/goal?
10. The room you’re in?
11. Your hobby?
12. Your fear?
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years?
14. Where were you last night?
15. What you’re not?
17. The last thing you did?
18. What are you wearing?
19. Something you’re not wearing?
20. Your mood?
21. Your summer?
22. Person you tag?