eight and a half acre farm

I have a few quirks. Ok, maybe more than a few, but I won't be talking about all of them today, just one in particular that I thought about this morning. What falls into my quirk category is irrational fear. Irrational meaning not logical or rational. Emphasis on logical. One (yes I am saying one) of my irrational fears is that I am going to drive away and one of my children had decided it would be cool to sit on my fender or on top of my car, me somehow not seeing them. I know, the insane asylum is in my future, but we aren't talking about that right now. Who would not know a child was hanging on to their car anyway? What child would do that anyway? I always picture a screaming crying child hanging on for dear life, eyes wide with fear, me completely oblivious that they are about to become road kill. I think I got this fear from National Lampoons Vacation. No, I do not tie my children to my car, but that is the only logical (that might be an oxymoron in this p

Sometimes I look into my future, and see a very lonely woman, sitting by a window, watching the world go by. I had a "human moment" today, and it seems that I have a lot of them. (Calling it a "human moment" makes me feel better, makes it sound like it happens to everyone.) When I get old enough and Senile enough, I will be put in a nursing home and forgotten about, and before then excuses will be made why family can't come over too see me, or why I can't come to visit them. My children will be in therapy before they are 15. I should just start drinking now. I hate January. When's spring. I will feel better then.

I DVR The Martha Stewart Show on the hallmark channel every day, and I watch it at night or on the weekend when I am folding clothes. This past week was beauty week. So many cool things that are just items you can buy in the grocery store or grow in your garden, and I have made a very Martha decision today. I am going to start making my own beauty products. Com'on! How hard can it be? So I started tonight. I made a hair mask. Now, as I have mentioned earlier, as soon as I turned 37 my hair freaked out. I even have my first grey hair!! It sticks up and shouts out like a sore thumb, even though my husband denies being able to see it. My hair dresser has helped me with my hair, hooked me up with products that repair my hair and products to put in my hair to help it. So in all, I have 5 products that I put in my hair almost every day!! 5, count it out 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. crazy!! (Jakob would count 1,2,3,4,9. so damn cute) With all 5 products I can let my hair air dry, which for my

Now I can brag that I have two genius children. (The jury is still out on Jakob, right now he is just plain cute.) I was going over colors with Kadence today. She was wearing a purple top and I asked her what color it was. Her reply: "Red and blue" Red and blue do make purple, so she was not wrong and chose to answer the question quick-witted. I am pretty sure she rolled her eyes at me and said "Duh mom" in her head.

There are just some days, or several days, that you really feel like a crime scene...something. (If you have seen No Strings Attached you know what I am talking about.) It took me a day to figure out what I needed. Oatmeal cream pie? no, not rich enough, red velvet cupcakes? Didn't want to have to scour Columbus for a really good one. Mrs. Goodman's cake? Didn't want to drive that far. Some dessert coffee and goodie from a coffee house? No, definitely not something that was pre-frozen, then thawed for our...eh-hem...pleasure (what a waste of some much wanted calorie intake). Then I figured it out. Thank God I know the brownie queen, the global brownie ambassador, the one who makes brownie delectables from a box. http://outoftheboxbrownies.com/ Thank God to her because I had a boxed brownie mix in my pantry. One that I had planned on making her peppermint bark brownies with. I made a batch for my neighbor and planned on treating myself to those Christmas eve. That neve