eight and a half acre farm

Finally am over a virus that I got over the weekend. I won't go into details... The one weekend that my mother-in-law has the two little ones and I have the whole day to myself until Krischan comes home from school...and I am sick. The one weekend that my mother-in-law has the two little ones and have the chance to do something with Krischan by himself...and I am sick. The one weekend that my mother-in-law has all three for the day and I have the chance to do something with Rick...and I am sick. Couldn't my sickness have made plans to visit another time? Like when I had to go to the dentist or something?

I will warn everyone ahead of time. There is a ton of TMI in this and talk of girl parts and such. Don't read if you have no sense of humor and get offended by things. Rick surprised me this morning by having his mother pick up Kadence so that we could ride on our new tandem. (well it isn't new, but that is another story) It has been at least 8 years since we rode our last one that we had to sell. We are good to go and walk down the end of the driveway. (I am a bit particular and refuse to ride on our gravel driveway.) We hop on the bike and Rick and I know immediately that the seats are all wrong. (I am not talking position, but comfort) I know...you are saying that there is no way a bicycle seat is comfortable to begin with. You are wrong, they can be completely comfortable. Make sure you have some good cycling shorts on and you are good to go. My queen bee bike for example, I could ride for hours if I chose and would be most happy at the end of the ride. About 20 m

It is a well known fact that I am not a morning person. I grumble and groan and if woken up before I really want too, will take a nice size bite out of whomever's head dares to wake me. Even when said person is told by said person to make sure said person gets up. Hence this morning. Yes I wanted to get up at 6:00 to catch up to my procrastinating ways. No I didn't. Yes I bit Rick's head off. Yes I dragged myself out of bed to sit in front of my computer. And Yes, to prove his love, he brought me up a cup of coffee. How did I get so lucky? Bite someones head off and they still bring you a bit of love in a cup. It is also a well known fact that Rick is a breakfast (and morning) person. No cereal for that man, he wants eggs, ham, toast, bacon, sausage, omelette with mashed potatoes inside, hash browns and a large glass of chocolate milk. Not necessarily all that food, but some mix of one or the other. This morning was no different, ok it was. I went down to cook break

I don't know why we have so many beds in our house. We don't use them, or I guess we do, it's just a song and dance throughout the night. Krischan has a bed. Jakob has a bed. Kadence now has her "Big girl" bed. (sniff* she is growing up...) and Rick and I have our bed. Krischan sleeps in his own bed, now even through the night. Kadence falls asleep in her bed and wakes up in mom and dad's bed. Jakob either falls asleep in Krischan's bed, or like last night Kadence's bed. Wakes up in the middle of the night and has dad come and lay with him in his bed. Sometimes Kadence crawl's into our bed, then Jakob crawl's in, then Rick goes and lays in Jakob's bed because ours is so crowded. Every once in a blue moon, Rick ends up sleeping with Krischan in his bed because "daddy, you never lay with me." says Krischan. Last night I started out in my bed, went to lay in Kadence's bed because Jakob wanted to lay with daddy a

I found myself washing an egg shell yesterday morning after breakfast. I walked around in a circle several times from my living room to foyer and back again, not really knowing what I was doing it for. Put the nesquick powder in the fridge. (everyone does that) Went out into the garage to get a coke and got in my car instead. Looked at the wall in my bedroom and decided I was going to try a handstand push-up. I got the handstand accomplished, not the push-up. Freaked out when I tried to wake up my computer thinking it had died when I realized that I had actually shut it down the night before. Rubbed lotion on my legs wondering why it felt so weird. Till I actually looked at the bottle and saw I was rubbing body wash on them. I still have the crayon wrappings from when we made easter egg crayons. In my mind I keep looking at them thinking: "I can do something with that paper, why throw it away?" What an interesting life I lead huh? I always end up wondering...

My husband has a bit of a competitive streak in him...so do I. (I have a friend who beat me by 20 minutes in the last two duathalons we did and I want to fix that.) I never beat Rick...in anything. He doesn't even let me win, or the kids for that matter. (ok, I think that is actually good, what are they learning if they win all the time?) I joined a gym in the beginning of February and have been going 5 days a week. When it is your "me" time, it isn't hard to get there so often. When I started I could barely do 1 push-up, now I can do a lot more... ...which brings me to a conversation Rick and I had this morning. It was about health and being around for a long time. I have been doing things to make sure I am becoming more healthy, taking vitamins, eating/cooking better, working out more. I was teasing him about the fact that I want to go places with him and ride our bikes when we are 70 and not push him around in a wheelchair instead. So came the challenge..

I love my son Jakob's hair. To say I love it is really an understatement. It is curly and wild, and matches his personality to a tee. I know when Kadence gets older, she is going to hate Jakob for that hair. (She has stick straight hair.) Which brings me to my question. Is it really my responsibility as a mother to make sure it is all in place? What brings this question up is this picture. As I was sitting across from him, I said to myself... "Wow! Jakob's hair is insane! should I have brushed it before we left?" And as I kept taking pictures, I realized that it has a mind of it's own, I swear it kept getting nuttier and nuttier. Maybe it was the milkshake making it stand on end. Krischan's hair was in place, so was Kadence's. Jakob's just has a mind of it's own. Should I start carrying a comb around with me? Maybe I should start using that glue hair gel that will keep it in it's place....Nah. But really, is it my responsibility

By a happy mistake I scheduled two doctor appointments today. One with my dermatologist, and one with my masochistic Dentist (thankfully that was the last appt for my root canal and it was simply too put my cap on.) So I bet you are wondering what the happy part is. It was the fact that there were 3 hours in between each appt... Easton, here I come. It was so nice, the weather was beautiful, it felt like spring, and because I was there at 9:30 nothing was open yet(except Barnes and Noble) and no one was there. It was like I had the whole place to myself! Bookstore browsing for a whole half hour without a kid in tow, without a husband wondering when I was going to be done looking around, just me and the smell of brand new books. I could deal with this kind of thing lasting forever... But alas, I do have other stores I need to go to. Every once in awhile I can treat myself and Aveda was that place for me too do that in. Ahh, no kids to keep from touching things and no husband

As I have said before I am behind the 8 ball most of the time. I knew of Pinterest, but wasn't doing anything about it. I don't need one more thing to keep me at my computer. Well, I finally gave in and requested an invite. ...Not sure why you need an invite, but oh-well... HOLY SHIT!!! I am soooo addicted. I have to pry myself away, and the weird thing is, I did this anyway. I just dragged photos off into folders or printed out the images and pasted them into my sketchbook. (This is one of those why didn't I think of this things) It not only makes me realize that I have no time for anything and that I have a severe case of ADHD. My brain is just going everywhere, from home ideas to cool design inspiration to fun things for the kids to do, to cooking, to travel destinations, to...overload! I did make time to get the kids involved in a melting crayon activity I saw. We have the typical coffee can full of broken deranged looking crayons that makes me groan every time

I have been meaning to go into a store in Newark for awhile now called the Old Crow. I finally got in there after my work out yesterday. It is a mostly country decoration store, but as I rounded a corner I found the most wonderous thing! And it isn't just a cute girly hammer. It is a multi-functional girly tool. Now I know these things have been around for a long time. My mom has one that I remember from when I was a kid, but this one has a cool design on it. It is also a screw-driver. and a philips and another screw driver. and another ity, bity, screw driver. The best part? as if I haven't shown you enough... I can display it as art.

So I have recently discovered Nutella. Ok, so I might be behind the 8-ball on this, but I am with most things anyway. I had one of my cravings the other day. You know the ones, need something sweet or else I will strangle the next person that talks to me kinda craving. Anyway, I had angel food cake, strawberries, and nutella on hand. Thinly slice the angel food cake (two slices), like a slice of bread thickness. Spread nutella on one or both pieces. Layer chopped, or sliced strawberries into the nutella. Then put together like a sandwich. Now, butter a pan and grill the angel/nutella/strawberry sandwich. Eeweey Gooey Goodness!!!!