Tag: Friends

Could Little Ol’ Me Possibly Learn to Live Like Julia?

Could Little Ol’ Me Possibly Learn to Live Like Julia?

If you've read more than a few of my posts you know that I have lots of 'things' - things that irk me, things that make me cringe, things that I love, things that I cannot live without. Some of those things are substantial, essential tasks and duties.  Some of those things are pretty much inconsequential and arbitrary and are only problems IN MY MIND BECAUSE I LET THEM BECOME SUCH. Scary, isn't it, just how much anxiety our minds can create over such unimportant nonsense?  Of course, we only think it's nonsense AFTER we've dealt with it and jumped...Read More
If mares eat oats, and does eat oats….

If mares eat oats, and does eat oats….

...why is this one eating my kid's shoelace? I mentioned in my last post that we visited the babies (they literally cry like babies) at Edgwick Farm in Cornwall, NY.  I had a blast, Thomas was standoffish and quiet.  He claimed later that he didn't like all the poop in the yard.  He's not so far off, at 8, from his early years in diapers, so I don't get it, but perhaps he just had an off day.  We all have 'em. But how can you when you're getting to cuddle with THESE?!?!?!?!  I think I counted 9 doelings climbing...Read More
My November… plus Cookies, Revisited

My November… plus Cookies, Revisited

"Mom, did we have power on  Halloween?" "No." "Did we have power the day before Halloween?" "No." "When did the power go out?" "October 29th." "And what's today?" "November 5th" "Well that's just ridiculous..." **Note: Power went out 10/29 when 2 trees came down and took out a ton of lines.  Thanks to Frankie for spearheading the tree removal process!  Power was finally restored on 11/6. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Up here in Orange County, we've pretty much recovered and Hurricane...Read More
I see no point in reinventing the wheel

I see no point in reinventing the wheel

I'm too busy for that. The last two weeks of second grade are a blur. We had third grade orientation, Moving Up Day (The Boy will be going to a new school for grade 3), Spring Concert (he had a solo with his friend who happens to be a girl but is ABSOLUTELY NOT his girlfriend), and Field Day.  Then we had his class play (The Foolish Little Hare) complete with classroom 'reception' following performance.  I made Whoopie Pies.  They were incredible. I said something to Mom the other day and she replied, "You'd rather be too busy than bored......Read More
Breaking News….

Breaking News….

  [caption id="attachment_921" align="alignright" width="180"] Mmmm.... Limey![/caption] FarmGirl Stabs Self in Hand with Steak Knife.  Was Sandwich Worth Bloodshed? No.  It wasn't. But the fact that my darling boy had just gotten off the school bus in a pissy mood and was bitching and whining about lunch AS I IMPALED MYSELF led him to feel the most tremendous guilt I've ever seen in a 6-yr-old.  It was amazing.  He danced around like the floor was made of hot coals while offering up bandaids. He was so overcome by emotion that he actually started to tear up.  He KNEW that his yapping distracted me, and although...Read More
C’mon Daddy, Light My Fire!

C’mon Daddy, Light My Fire!

[caption id="attachment_861" align="alignright" width="158"] The Tools of the Trade (meaning, I trade food for repairs): note the all-important cigar (Fletch!)[/caption] Ok, so my dad doesn’t look like Jim Morrison… OR Val Kilmer…  But he IS handy with doors, as he fixed mine only a few short months ago.  The fact that in a previous life The Doors provided good make-out music probably should have led me to a different title, but eh.  I’ve never been known for being PC. And since I’ve got this horrific earworm now, so should you!  <insert evil cackle here> Many thanks to Dad  who re-lit my...Read More

The Farm Through Someone Else’s Rose-Colored Glasses

Those are some NICE TOMATOES! Zsa Zsa (Jenny) was on the farm a few weeks ago and we had quite a memorable visit.  She toured the farm, worked with us in the barn and at two markets, cooked and ate up a storm, and took a bunch of photos.  I talked about it in my post a few weeks back,  but Jenny wrote all about it and posted to her blog the other day.   Please check it out and get a non-farmgirl's perspective on her experiences in the Black Dirt.  This Boston babe rocked Orange County liked nobody's business! [caption id="attachment_642" align="alignleft"...Read More