I was thinking. I read in my Survival Guide Book that cheese uses rennet to make cheese with. Rennet is very powerful stuff I suppose and it comes from the stomachs of all baby mammals. That's why baby puke and probably early poops, look like cottage cheese. Because it is. Because of the rennet. The book says that much of the rennet used today comes from veal. But what about back in the day? What about people who made cheese but couldn't afford to kill their only baby calf? Do they use baby squirrels or bunnies? Do you know what I would use? Baby puke. They say that rennet is powerful stuff and you only need a teaspoon, so it seems to me that some diluted rennet in baby puke would work just as good. Also, I've had baby puke in my mouth from more than one baby and it wasn't as gross as you think.
Before I read this book and wrote that above paragraph, I really liked the name Rennet for my next baby girl. I'm going to think carefully on that choice. BUT it is better than Sue Diligence.
My oldest friend's older brother his here now with a tractor. He and my dad are pulling cement blocks from the patio. Big ones...5 ft by 5ft pieces. It's a long story as to why, but it involves a large mistake by Elmer's cement company in Traverse City. I don't suggest them. Anyways, Lilly is fascinated! That's why I can write this...she is busy sitting and watching it happen through the sliding glass door. She has only ever sat this still for this long before when she was sleeping.
Agh. They got the cement loose and pulled it away to the back with the Hops. Now Lilly has found not only me, but something better...my laptop.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Friday, May 16, 2014
A Busy Day In The Rain
Well, it's raining, again. Josh got stuck in the driveway this morning with my truck! My dad said next time he should put it in four wheel drive. I laughed. Like my truck has 4x drive. So silly.
The driveway is now a 1/2 mile long puddle of mud.
Nathan came home last week or so to visit and to do some training at work. (Now he lives in Germany). He helped my dad start a Hop Farm in the back pasture. I think my dad has about 30 plants now. He is also repaving the cement pad outside the garage and the patio. He is breaking up the old cement and using his skidster to drag the cement blocks to make mini-patios out back by the Hops so that we can sit out there and watch the hops grow. Hops are used to brew beer. He is brewing beer today too, actually. It's his first lone brew. Normally, Nick, my brother in law and family brew-master comes and helps him.
Life is different here than in Nashville. It is much more routine actually and peaceful. Yesterday during the bigger rainstorm (all day long rain rain rain), each family member drove into Fremont at separate times. Even my mother! She usually leaves to Fremont once a month. We all went to the library at different times for different reasons too. And then two other people drove down to see us. Good thing no one was swimming naked out front, with so much activity going on. It's a big deal when someone makes to the end of the driveway and rings the doorbell. Which this reminds me of what I wanted to say:
Yesterday, I was in the living room and Lilly was crying for a nap/wanted a change/was stuck like a rat in a cage/or something, and my mom's cell phone rang. At our house, when the phone rings, everyone stands up and runs around yelling "The phone is ringing! The phone is ringing!" Now that we have separate cell phones, you have to yell the name of the person who's phone is ringing too. This is because usually the person is away from the phone and can't hear it, and you have to yell so they can hear you sooner and come running. Also, my parents are hard of hearing...so it's important to yell very loud. So I was yelling "Mom!!! YOUR PHONE IS RINGING!" because she was in her sewing room with the door closed sewing. And as I was yelling that and trying to get to Lilly, the doorbell rang!!! And not just any doorbell, but the one by the door Josh and I use. So this means it's a new person who has never been here before. It's the old front door and not used anymore. That's why Josh and I get it. So I also had to yell that the doorbell was ringing and that someone was here! "SOMEONE"S HERE!!!" We yell that much the same way as when the phone is ringing. I ran to answer the door, and it was a young kid my age. He said "Hi, I'm here with the power yada yada yada put the sticker on the kuboda and switch the battery wires." And I was all, okay. And thought it was weird that the meter reader would knock on the door to tell me about putting a sticker on teh kuboda. And what the hell is a kuboda for that matter? It must be the little metal box that houses the meter.
Then I went back inside and my mom asked me if the lawn mower man came. Whhhaaattt? It was my dad who called...at the exact moment the guy rang the door bell...to tell us he was coming to put a sticker on his lawn mower, a Kuboda. And it all made sense. My mom had to run out there and find him to show him where the lawn mower was. I guess that's what he was expecting me to do when he rang the door bell and I answered, but I just thought he was the meter reader and shut the door on him.
Monday's are errand days and I can do all of my errands, stopping at 3 to 4 stores, and never leave Main Street. Everything is on one road! It blows my mind. I like to go to Walgreens b/c it's the only place that reminds me of Nashville, only this one is cleaner, newer and bigger. And the people are small town people and are nice. It's like they stuck small town nice people who know everyone into a big city store. This is a good thing b/c they have no problems telling you how to bend the rules and use the most coupons to save money. Very little corporate loyalty b/c the corporate part of Walgreens doesn't cater to the small towns.
The driveway is now a 1/2 mile long puddle of mud.
Nathan came home last week or so to visit and to do some training at work. (Now he lives in Germany). He helped my dad start a Hop Farm in the back pasture. I think my dad has about 30 plants now. He is also repaving the cement pad outside the garage and the patio. He is breaking up the old cement and using his skidster to drag the cement blocks to make mini-patios out back by the Hops so that we can sit out there and watch the hops grow. Hops are used to brew beer. He is brewing beer today too, actually. It's his first lone brew. Normally, Nick, my brother in law and family brew-master comes and helps him.
Life is different here than in Nashville. It is much more routine actually and peaceful. Yesterday during the bigger rainstorm (all day long rain rain rain), each family member drove into Fremont at separate times. Even my mother! She usually leaves to Fremont once a month. We all went to the library at different times for different reasons too. And then two other people drove down to see us. Good thing no one was swimming naked out front, with so much activity going on. It's a big deal when someone makes to the end of the driveway and rings the doorbell. Which this reminds me of what I wanted to say:
Yesterday, I was in the living room and Lilly was crying for a nap/wanted a change/was stuck like a rat in a cage/or something, and my mom's cell phone rang. At our house, when the phone rings, everyone stands up and runs around yelling "The phone is ringing! The phone is ringing!" Now that we have separate cell phones, you have to yell the name of the person who's phone is ringing too. This is because usually the person is away from the phone and can't hear it, and you have to yell so they can hear you sooner and come running. Also, my parents are hard of hearing...so it's important to yell very loud. So I was yelling "Mom!!! YOUR PHONE IS RINGING!" because she was in her sewing room with the door closed sewing. And as I was yelling that and trying to get to Lilly, the doorbell rang!!! And not just any doorbell, but the one by the door Josh and I use. So this means it's a new person who has never been here before. It's the old front door and not used anymore. That's why Josh and I get it. So I also had to yell that the doorbell was ringing and that someone was here! "SOMEONE"S HERE!!!" We yell that much the same way as when the phone is ringing. I ran to answer the door, and it was a young kid my age. He said "Hi, I'm here with the power yada yada yada put the sticker on the kuboda and switch the battery wires." And I was all, okay. And thought it was weird that the meter reader would knock on the door to tell me about putting a sticker on teh kuboda. And what the hell is a kuboda for that matter? It must be the little metal box that houses the meter.
Then I went back inside and my mom asked me if the lawn mower man came. Whhhaaattt? It was my dad who called...at the exact moment the guy rang the door bell...to tell us he was coming to put a sticker on his lawn mower, a Kuboda. And it all made sense. My mom had to run out there and find him to show him where the lawn mower was. I guess that's what he was expecting me to do when he rang the door bell and I answered, but I just thought he was the meter reader and shut the door on him.
Monday's are errand days and I can do all of my errands, stopping at 3 to 4 stores, and never leave Main Street. Everything is on one road! It blows my mind. I like to go to Walgreens b/c it's the only place that reminds me of Nashville, only this one is cleaner, newer and bigger. And the people are small town people and are nice. It's like they stuck small town nice people who know everyone into a big city store. This is a good thing b/c they have no problems telling you how to bend the rules and use the most coupons to save money. Very little corporate loyalty b/c the corporate part of Walgreens doesn't cater to the small towns.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Spring!
Spring time is happening! (I think...there was a layer of snow out this morning). The turkeys come around everyday and eat food by the birdfeeder and in the garden and around the yard. There are about 20-30 of them that walk around together. I think the different groups of them are meeting up and hanging out...flocking if you will. There are at least 3 males but I'm thinking there are two more, younger ones. Those are called Jakes. They puff up all their feathers and walk around regally and try to attract the females. We haven't seen any actual mating yet, but my dad says the male birds jump on top of the females. He also says that when you shoot them, you have to shoot them in the head, otherwise the bullet bounces off their feathers. He then showed me how good their eyesight is. He grabbed an unloaded gun and stood by the sliding door with it, inside, and they saw him and the unloaded gun and took off. I don't know how they knew the gun was unloaded...but my dad was sure to point out to me that it was.
I have been busy with crafts when I am not with Lilly. Currently I am knitting me a pair of socks. They will be my first knitted socks and I think easier than I ever thought they would be. I used to think they would be really hard to make, so I didn't try. But I have been reading Elizabeth Zimmerman books and learning her style of knitting. She doesn't use patterns but knows how to do the math and percentages to knit without them. I'm using a mix of that for the top of the sock and the foot part of the sock, but am using the instructions for turning the heel I found in a different book. Her heel turning instructions are too confusing for my first time turning a heel, but in the future when I know what is suppose to be happening, I'll be able to use Ms. Zimmerman's book.
For Christmas Presents I made out of wood a Growler carrier. It's like a carrier for a six pack of beer bottles, only it holds two growlers instead. I'd show you a picture, but apparently it's on a different computer. I knitted a nice dishclothe with a tree on it and I made a doll ornament. It was a very small doll and at every step my mom told me to start over b/c it was too small and there was no way it would work. Well, I proved her wrong! It worked. I stitched yarn on her head to be hair and fashioned her a red dress and found some glitter paint for her shoes.
My latest finished project is a knitted bunny rabbit. I've been knitting it since we've moved, so my parents have been waiting to see it finished. They think it's missing its head. I think they are crazy. He looks just like he should look.
For Christmas Presents I made out of wood a Growler carrier. It's like a carrier for a six pack of beer bottles, only it holds two growlers instead. I'd show you a picture, but apparently it's on a different computer. I knitted a nice dishclothe with a tree on it and I made a doll ornament. It was a very small doll and at every step my mom told me to start over b/c it was too small and there was no way it would work. Well, I proved her wrong! It worked. I stitched yarn on her head to be hair and fashioned her a red dress and found some glitter paint for her shoes.
My latest finished project is a knitted bunny rabbit. I've been knitting it since we've moved, so my parents have been waiting to see it finished. They think it's missing its head. I think they are crazy. He looks just like he should look.
Friday, March 21, 2014
A Month of New Feels
Well, well, well, it has been a long time, hasn't it. Josh finally got a job and stopped taking my laptop to the library every day to look for one. Now I have it, and my parents agreed to let me hook it up to their internet! Freedom at last!
My mom is a modest person and doesn't like to brag, so I shall do it for her. She is the luckiest lady in the world because she doesn't have to do the breakfast and lunch dishes. I do them now so she can spend more time working on her work and making us money.
Josh's job is just a temporary job, I would say part time, but he is suppose to get 40 hrs a week. It's a line cook position at a sports bar called Vitales near Grand Rapids. It doesn't pay enough to warrant moving out though. That's fine with me. Spring is coming (so they say...I'm not sure I believe it) and that means tons of fun stuff to do around the house! I already started spring cleaning and am working on washing the walls. I have one wall done. The bathroom is next.
So this last month has been full of "feels" as the internet would say. First I interviewed for the position at Mich Tech up in Houghton, and I did terrible. It was a phone interview and I broke all the rules the internet says about what to do and what not to do during interviews. I'm not being self deprecating, I am being a realist, and it went bad. Very bad. Embarrassingly bad. And that's the part that got me down. I was embarrassed at how bad I did and I haven't failed at something this big in a long time. But then Josh talked to me and reminded me that we didn't actually want to move and that really we preferred that I stay home with Lilly, and I felt tons better.
In fact, I tried my hardest for a job and didn't get it. Now I can devote 100% of myself to being a Homemaker. Sigh. If only I had a home. *dry laughs*
Then, after that feelings of failure, Chucky got very sick very fast. Chucky is my parents cat and my childhood cat (the one that lived the longest after Mama Kitty), and friends could say, the fourth child of this family. He passed away and it was very very very sad. I cried and cried, more than I ever had over a death. I didn't want to talk to anyone for a while and I was mad at Ackbar for being here still and Chucky wasn't.
As part of dealing with anxiety, and it comes from mindfullness meditation, I like to look at new emotions I feel and examine them. These two events will be really nice and interesting in the future. It's nice to have pain and sadness and failure for actual reasons that can be accepted and understood and make sense. Sometimes when I am depressed, I feel all of those same emotions, but no reason I understand, and therefore there is little hope that they will go away. With these actual events, I know that day by day the feelings will slowly change and become less. When I am depressed, I like to remember how I felt when my highschool boyfriend and I broke up. It was very hard and very sad, but it also went away...and when you feel nothing for so long, it's nice to remember when you did feel something.
I was going to upload a picture of Lilly, but alas, the picture is too large and the internet is too slow.
She is almost crawling. She is very good at rolling around and finding paper to eat. She got in her first real fight with me. I was trying to feed her and she insisted that she could do it herself, by holding on to the spoon full of food and pulling it towards her, and I, in my wisdom, said no, and always try to pull the spoon away. It makes a really good baby food launcher doing that. She then refused to eat and made a high pitched noise and pinched her lips together and pulled her head back and made little fists and turned all red. She was very frustrated and angry and refused to eat. So I gave her the spoon, and went and got myself my own spoon. She cheered right up and tried to feed herself from an empty spoon. I would sneak my spoon in when I could.
She also puked into my mouth the other week when I was holding her above my head. We were visiting Josh's dad. It was all green (from green beans) and tasted like sour milk and baby stomach acid. I saw it fall down at me in slow motion and there was nothing I could do.
We went for a walk two or three days ago when it was 40 degrees out. She sat in a baby hiking backpack thing. I saw her holding her hand out to feel the breeze flow through her fingers.
My mom is a modest person and doesn't like to brag, so I shall do it for her. She is the luckiest lady in the world because she doesn't have to do the breakfast and lunch dishes. I do them now so she can spend more time working on her work and making us money.
Josh's job is just a temporary job, I would say part time, but he is suppose to get 40 hrs a week. It's a line cook position at a sports bar called Vitales near Grand Rapids. It doesn't pay enough to warrant moving out though. That's fine with me. Spring is coming (so they say...I'm not sure I believe it) and that means tons of fun stuff to do around the house! I already started spring cleaning and am working on washing the walls. I have one wall done. The bathroom is next.
So this last month has been full of "feels" as the internet would say. First I interviewed for the position at Mich Tech up in Houghton, and I did terrible. It was a phone interview and I broke all the rules the internet says about what to do and what not to do during interviews. I'm not being self deprecating, I am being a realist, and it went bad. Very bad. Embarrassingly bad. And that's the part that got me down. I was embarrassed at how bad I did and I haven't failed at something this big in a long time. But then Josh talked to me and reminded me that we didn't actually want to move and that really we preferred that I stay home with Lilly, and I felt tons better.
In fact, I tried my hardest for a job and didn't get it. Now I can devote 100% of myself to being a Homemaker. Sigh. If only I had a home. *dry laughs*
Then, after that feelings of failure, Chucky got very sick very fast. Chucky is my parents cat and my childhood cat (the one that lived the longest after Mama Kitty), and friends could say, the fourth child of this family. He passed away and it was very very very sad. I cried and cried, more than I ever had over a death. I didn't want to talk to anyone for a while and I was mad at Ackbar for being here still and Chucky wasn't.
As part of dealing with anxiety, and it comes from mindfullness meditation, I like to look at new emotions I feel and examine them. These two events will be really nice and interesting in the future. It's nice to have pain and sadness and failure for actual reasons that can be accepted and understood and make sense. Sometimes when I am depressed, I feel all of those same emotions, but no reason I understand, and therefore there is little hope that they will go away. With these actual events, I know that day by day the feelings will slowly change and become less. When I am depressed, I like to remember how I felt when my highschool boyfriend and I broke up. It was very hard and very sad, but it also went away...and when you feel nothing for so long, it's nice to remember when you did feel something.
I was going to upload a picture of Lilly, but alas, the picture is too large and the internet is too slow.
She is almost crawling. She is very good at rolling around and finding paper to eat. She got in her first real fight with me. I was trying to feed her and she insisted that she could do it herself, by holding on to the spoon full of food and pulling it towards her, and I, in my wisdom, said no, and always try to pull the spoon away. It makes a really good baby food launcher doing that. She then refused to eat and made a high pitched noise and pinched her lips together and pulled her head back and made little fists and turned all red. She was very frustrated and angry and refused to eat. So I gave her the spoon, and went and got myself my own spoon. She cheered right up and tried to feed herself from an empty spoon. I would sneak my spoon in when I could.
She also puked into my mouth the other week when I was holding her above my head. We were visiting Josh's dad. It was all green (from green beans) and tasted like sour milk and baby stomach acid. I saw it fall down at me in slow motion and there was nothing I could do.
We went for a walk two or three days ago when it was 40 degrees out. She sat in a baby hiking backpack thing. I saw her holding her hand out to feel the breeze flow through her fingers.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Baby Got Back
Lilly has started singing. She sings "Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba" and we finish with "Barbara-Ann".
Today a secret (post secret type) dream came true. On the tv show Freinds, Mabel, Rachel's baby girl, would only laugh when you sang her Baby's Got Back. Well, today was the first time that Lilly and I heard that song together. She danced and laughed and informed me that I was a freak all at the same time. I always wondered if my life would be like Rachel's. It's not, and I would never spell the name Mabel, it's totally Mable. Der. Just so you know, I figured that out a few weeks ago. Josh's grandma's name is Mable.
She wanted to dance to Hammer Time but she was busy nursing and nothing, not even MC Hammer will interrupt that. She let me know. She's a smart girl.
She is one week shy of 8 months. 8 months of me not working. I have an interview next week to be the museum manager of the Seaman Rock and Mineral Museum at Michigan Tech University. I don't know how I feel about that. I have never been so down the middle of the road on an issue. I only applied because it is my dream job...IF I have to work. See? It's difficult.
I made some homemade hummus. I prefer store hummus, but it makes a good rye hummus sprout sandwich for sure. I also soaked some black beans and made beans and rice. It's also good. We are going to have sloppy joes for dinner! I can't wait. We bought sale buns from Bill's Shop and Save. It was like 80 cents for 4 buns..perfect deal.
We were going to have tacos, but we are snowed in and can't get to the store to get corn tortillas...not that we couldn't make our own, but sloppy joes sound better. Yeah, we are set for food, for probably 2 months at least, if we didn't try hard. Fingers crossed that the snow melts by then. If not....well, then there are greater problems.
I've always wondered how my life would have been if I went to Mich Tech instead of CMU. Not as good, I'm sure. Josh went to CMU, not Tech. Plus, CMU has good sweatshirts and I found a sweet tshirt in the Rock Room at CMU left by an old student and it's my favorite shirt to snuggle...even after 5 years. That's got to mean something.
The Rock Room was three floors down and around several hallways...it's where I did all of my rock cutting and smashing and powdering and grinding. I would spend 8 hrs a day in there during the summer, alone, doing my research (cutting, smashing, powdering) and listening to the CMU college radio station (BEST radio station ever, hands down) and I would call in and request songs. Only I coudlnt' think of names of the songs I like that were current, so I would request the Eagles. I would eat lunch with Matt and Asher out on a picnic table near the greenhouse and talk about our professors.
I COULD have been drinking and floating down the Chippewa River on inner tubes. Did I miss out? I'm not sure yet. But to be honest...I've had more jobs than Josh and he DID do all the river tubing. So..maybe I did good. Maybe. Plus, I'm pretty much terrified of tubing down a river. There are shit tons of spiders on all the banks and in the trees. Truth. And I did* love a good rock crushing. *do love
Josh is snow-shoeing to the end of the driveway to pick up the mail and check and see how bad the snow drifts are (we can't get out today). I tried very hard to get to go too...but then there would be noone to watch Lilly and Josh said she couldn't come on a sled. The roommates (parents) are out of town, so there is no one to plow and we are not allowed to work the plow-machine (skidster).
Today a secret (post secret type) dream came true. On the tv show Freinds, Mabel, Rachel's baby girl, would only laugh when you sang her Baby's Got Back. Well, today was the first time that Lilly and I heard that song together. She danced and laughed and informed me that I was a freak all at the same time. I always wondered if my life would be like Rachel's. It's not, and I would never spell the name Mabel, it's totally Mable. Der. Just so you know, I figured that out a few weeks ago. Josh's grandma's name is Mable.
She wanted to dance to Hammer Time but she was busy nursing and nothing, not even MC Hammer will interrupt that. She let me know. She's a smart girl.
She is one week shy of 8 months. 8 months of me not working. I have an interview next week to be the museum manager of the Seaman Rock and Mineral Museum at Michigan Tech University. I don't know how I feel about that. I have never been so down the middle of the road on an issue. I only applied because it is my dream job...IF I have to work. See? It's difficult.
I made some homemade hummus. I prefer store hummus, but it makes a good rye hummus sprout sandwich for sure. I also soaked some black beans and made beans and rice. It's also good. We are going to have sloppy joes for dinner! I can't wait. We bought sale buns from Bill's Shop and Save. It was like 80 cents for 4 buns..perfect deal.
We were going to have tacos, but we are snowed in and can't get to the store to get corn tortillas...not that we couldn't make our own, but sloppy joes sound better. Yeah, we are set for food, for probably 2 months at least, if we didn't try hard. Fingers crossed that the snow melts by then. If not....well, then there are greater problems.
I've always wondered how my life would have been if I went to Mich Tech instead of CMU. Not as good, I'm sure. Josh went to CMU, not Tech. Plus, CMU has good sweatshirts and I found a sweet tshirt in the Rock Room at CMU left by an old student and it's my favorite shirt to snuggle...even after 5 years. That's got to mean something.
The Rock Room was three floors down and around several hallways...it's where I did all of my rock cutting and smashing and powdering and grinding. I would spend 8 hrs a day in there during the summer, alone, doing my research (cutting, smashing, powdering) and listening to the CMU college radio station (BEST radio station ever, hands down) and I would call in and request songs. Only I coudlnt' think of names of the songs I like that were current, so I would request the Eagles. I would eat lunch with Matt and Asher out on a picnic table near the greenhouse and talk about our professors.
I COULD have been drinking and floating down the Chippewa River on inner tubes. Did I miss out? I'm not sure yet. But to be honest...I've had more jobs than Josh and he DID do all the river tubing. So..maybe I did good. Maybe. Plus, I'm pretty much terrified of tubing down a river. There are shit tons of spiders on all the banks and in the trees. Truth. And I did* love a good rock crushing. *do love
Josh is snow-shoeing to the end of the driveway to pick up the mail and check and see how bad the snow drifts are (we can't get out today). I tried very hard to get to go too...but then there would be noone to watch Lilly and Josh said she couldn't come on a sled. The roommates (parents) are out of town, so there is no one to plow and we are not allowed to work the plow-machine (skidster).
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
The Lamb is just a Sheep in the Long Run. ~Denmark Saying
I've been reading about raising sheep, and it's a lot of work. It involves at least 3 sheep because you can't have just one, which is fine, but that's more tricky work. And sheep involve gross things like infections, sickness, and tagging the ears. Stuff you wish you could have the vet do, but you can't afford to, so you do it yourself. I'm not sure I'm up to that stuff just yet.
When describing how to help a ewe birth a lamb, if it has horn buds, you should help the ewe out by pulling her vulva apart to make room for the horn buds. I'm not sure I can handle lambing.
So there's a lot of thinking going on about that. One thing I do know for a fact: I don't want any sheep with horns.
I think my simpler goal to attain to help the sheep farm decision is to get into what I'm most interested in, and that's the fleece. I want to start to learn how to work with the raw fleece. Spinning it, carding it, etc.
And first, to attain that goal, I need money. So my real goal is attaining money. Lots of it too.
I can do that.
Lilly and I went to the Toddler Sit and Read time at the Library today. She was so amazed at the 3 other children there! She would make her I-See-A-Kitty noise and wave her arms around excitedly at them. She even sat and read the book and didn't try to eat the book!
Josh and my mom laughed at me because of why I think Lilly is a genius. She is a genius because she can drink water from her sippy cup! She knows that if she tips it up, water comes out! It's amazing. But she is still working on holding the cup upright before tipping it up.
I watched the opening ceremonies for the Olympics this year. It's my first time ever seeing them and it's amazing! I wish I hadn't ever missed any. I loved seeing Russia put their best face forward and to learn about the history that they cherish. It makes me want to learn more about Russia. I must say this was probably the first time I learned about Russia from Russia and I knew there was no American Propaganda attached to it. I can't recall the details enough to repeat it on here in a well thought out manor, but I liked the comments President Obama made about his relationship with Putin. Vlady Vlad as he prefers to be called in private. I'm sure.
Not too long ago we heard on the news that someone was in trouble for selling pig colon as imitation calamari. Josh says I am wrong for never wanting to eat calamari again. I'm not really that grossed out at all or worried, I just have no desire to eat something that can be confused with a pig's colon. What if calamari is just imitation pig colon?
When describing how to help a ewe birth a lamb, if it has horn buds, you should help the ewe out by pulling her vulva apart to make room for the horn buds. I'm not sure I can handle lambing.
So there's a lot of thinking going on about that. One thing I do know for a fact: I don't want any sheep with horns.
I think my simpler goal to attain to help the sheep farm decision is to get into what I'm most interested in, and that's the fleece. I want to start to learn how to work with the raw fleece. Spinning it, carding it, etc.
And first, to attain that goal, I need money. So my real goal is attaining money. Lots of it too.
I can do that.
Lilly and I went to the Toddler Sit and Read time at the Library today. She was so amazed at the 3 other children there! She would make her I-See-A-Kitty noise and wave her arms around excitedly at them. She even sat and read the book and didn't try to eat the book!
Josh and my mom laughed at me because of why I think Lilly is a genius. She is a genius because she can drink water from her sippy cup! She knows that if she tips it up, water comes out! It's amazing. But she is still working on holding the cup upright before tipping it up.
I watched the opening ceremonies for the Olympics this year. It's my first time ever seeing them and it's amazing! I wish I hadn't ever missed any. I loved seeing Russia put their best face forward and to learn about the history that they cherish. It makes me want to learn more about Russia. I must say this was probably the first time I learned about Russia from Russia and I knew there was no American Propaganda attached to it. I can't recall the details enough to repeat it on here in a well thought out manor, but I liked the comments President Obama made about his relationship with Putin. Vlady Vlad as he prefers to be called in private. I'm sure.
Not too long ago we heard on the news that someone was in trouble for selling pig colon as imitation calamari. Josh says I am wrong for never wanting to eat calamari again. I'm not really that grossed out at all or worried, I just have no desire to eat something that can be confused with a pig's colon. What if calamari is just imitation pig colon?
Monday, February 3, 2014
Private Party Time
Yesterday Josh and I co-hosted the best Superbowl party I've ever attended. It was an exclusive affair, a Private Party if you will. Nathan and Mandy barely made the guest list...too bad they had other plans (too bad for them!). The other hosts? My mom and dad. I guess that makes Lilly the sole guest.
The food was delicious! My mom made bean dip and artichoke dip. Josh made chicken legs in the style of barbeque and hot wings. He made the hot wings sauce and it tasted just like hot wings! Mmmmm. I made mayonnaise and used that to make ranch dressing for the chicken. I also made a hot fudge cake and made sure ice cream was purchased.
In the morning my mom and I went out to the garden, braving thigh deep snow, and dug up some parsnips. Those and a sweet potato were made into chips, which were eaten during the game.
We pre-gamed with a match of Euchre, Josh and I losing spectacularly.
It's easy to get thigh deep snow if you're short.
It was really fun to make all the delicious food and then eat it all ourselves. Plus hot fudge cake is my favorite and I haven't had it in years and years.
I learned a lot preparing for this:
1. I do not like homemade mayonnaise.
2. How deep the snow really is. (I haven't been outside in a while)
3. How easy it is to make hot wing sauce
4. That hot fudge cake is still just as delicious with 3 tablespoons of coco powder instead of 6
5. I'm a sucker for the Made in America/Detroit Pride truck commercials.
On another note, I lied about not being outside. I went snow shoeing on Friday in actual deep deep snow. I can now cross that off my bucket list. Life goal accomplished. It was hard as hell and more tiring than running. I did not make it very far. I walked through the back pasture and into the woods and then out of the woods at the shortest path possible.
The food was delicious! My mom made bean dip and artichoke dip. Josh made chicken legs in the style of barbeque and hot wings. He made the hot wings sauce and it tasted just like hot wings! Mmmmm. I made mayonnaise and used that to make ranch dressing for the chicken. I also made a hot fudge cake and made sure ice cream was purchased.
In the morning my mom and I went out to the garden, braving thigh deep snow, and dug up some parsnips. Those and a sweet potato were made into chips, which were eaten during the game.
We pre-gamed with a match of Euchre, Josh and I losing spectacularly.
It's easy to get thigh deep snow if you're short.
It was really fun to make all the delicious food and then eat it all ourselves. Plus hot fudge cake is my favorite and I haven't had it in years and years.
I learned a lot preparing for this:
1. I do not like homemade mayonnaise.
2. How deep the snow really is. (I haven't been outside in a while)
3. How easy it is to make hot wing sauce
4. That hot fudge cake is still just as delicious with 3 tablespoons of coco powder instead of 6
5. I'm a sucker for the Made in America/Detroit Pride truck commercials.
On another note, I lied about not being outside. I went snow shoeing on Friday in actual deep deep snow. I can now cross that off my bucket list. Life goal accomplished. It was hard as hell and more tiring than running. I did not make it very far. I walked through the back pasture and into the woods and then out of the woods at the shortest path possible.
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