Showing posts from November, 2018

Saturday 9_ Black Magic Woman

Unfamiliar with this week's tune: Hear it here . ooo Santana! I love this song!!1 1) Black is this week's signature color because Friday, November 23, was "Black Friday," when retailers cut their prices and consumers flock to the stores. Did you score any "Black Friday" bargains? A. I did very little Black Friday shopping, but I did score a few good buys! I got a Play Doh set for half price and I got some great deals at Menard's. 2) On busy shopping days,  carts often litter parking lots. After loading your items into your car, are you careful to return your shopping cart to the store or the designated cart receptacle? A. I try to always return the cart to the cart corral, but if there is not one near our car and I have the grand doll, I sometimes don't. I can't walk away from the car too far with her in it and I usually make sure she is safely strapped in the car before I finish the cart.  3) Who on your gift list is hardest to buy fo

Thankful Sunday

Good Morning! I was thinking I would write this post later this week, but today just feels the right time to write it. Being thankful is something that I think of quite often, not just the month of November. As God provides more than I truly need at times and I have always been thankful that I was able to raise my children in a better atmosphere than I was raised in. I am thankful for my home and small hobby farm. I love living on this small farm. I have learned to not mind my house although I have always wanted a two story farmhouse with a large front porch. Instead I have a small one story house with a small deck but it keeps me warm and dry and many don't have that. I love the animals although they are a lot of work! I am thankful for my children. All three of them bring such joy to my life. They are all hard working young people and for the most part are providing for themselves. They all keep in touch with us and they all live within a hour from here so I can see the

Early Mornings In The Woods

For those of you that are not aware it is the first day of shotgun season in Indiana for deer hunting. For many men and some women that means an early morning of getting up and heading into the woods before daylight to sit in a cold, dark tree stand or hunting blind to wait to hear something crunching on the leaves that have fallen to the ground just to hope that it is a deer that is right to hunt. Sounds like a ball of fun! NOT!!!!! I do not object to people that hunt for food as that is the way life has been since the beginning of time, but I do not like trophy hunting. My husband and both future son-in-laws hunt for food and are legal hunters who do things by the book. We are thankful for the meat that a kill would bring but we are also fully aware that there are guidelines and rules as well as a use for all of the animal or it is a wasteful kill. We are also very precise about making sure we do not eliminate the deer population in the area. For me, opening morning of deer seaso

A Good Life Gone

I have been missing in action so to speak as I have been dealing with the loss of a dear man that was like a dad to my husband and myself. He treated my kids like his grandchildren and we loved him dearly. Pappaw Joe as the kids call him was such a special man. He had lived a good life although he had many struggles, he always seemed to be happy and know that he had a good life. He had been friends with people like Johnny Cash, Johnny Paycheck, George Jones and other singers. He had been on a yacht with stars and had many local friends. He sang in a band, he traveled many states in his lifetime, he had stories that you could listen to for hours and we will miss those stories. He had worked most of his life for himself. He thought that it was crazy that his brother punched a time clock each day and had to follow someone else's rules. He said people could and should make a life for themselves and not rely on anyone else to make it for them. Pretty sound advice, I would say. He wo


Many of you know that I have been caring for two bucket feeder calves now for a few weeks that my husband decided that we needed. Well, I must tell you that they are growing fast and becoming quite the little ( or not so little) stinkers. Each morning as I am headed to the barn, I hear them mooing to let me know that they are fully aware that it is feeding time. Yesterday morning when I walked into the barn, Miss B ( as I call her) had her head stuck through the stall gate and was eating the hay that we have stacked in there for the pony. As I asked what she thought she was doing, she just looked up and mooed as if to say that I simply had not gotten her feed early enough. Miss D ( the other baby) was standing closer to the back of the stall as if she had done nothing wrong. Now, I am not sure if she had eaten any hay or not, but just the way she looked was funny to me. They surely do have their own personalities. Miss B is very determined to not miss a meal and will attempt to kno