My husband loves me a lot, and that's saying a lot, because I'm a lot to handle (if you haven't noticed already with my sarcasm and overly-dramatic view of the world). When we lived on the ocean, we didn't have any cable TV, but relied on movies and the occasional TV series on DVD that … Continue reading You’ve Got Time
Yesterday I cried. A few times. It was one of those days where I just felt the urge to cry at the strangest things, which surprised me, because I don't cry very much anymore. I used to cry a lot. I'd guesstimate at least every other day. I never judged myself or felt embarrassed; it … Continue reading THERE’S NO CRYING IN YOGA!
If I could send things I don't like to a deserted island - even better, a planet in another solar system - so I would never have to deal with them ever again, I know EXACTLY what would be the first to go: FIRE ANTS. They. Are. EVIL. Absolutely PURE EVIL. Tiny, spawns of the … Continue reading Captain America To The Rescue
Gertrude the Prude laid the first egg of the hens this morning, and you would have thought my husband and I won the lottery. We hooted and hollered and did all the things proud parents do, praised Gertrude for her wondrous miracle (she did not appreciate our enthusiasm). I never thought I'd get so excited … Continue reading BEHOLD! THE EGG!
Hello, world. Meet my chickens. This is Big Red; she's a 9-month-old Road Island Red hen. She's pretty shy, but she's a good (egg) layer. Also, she looooves bread. This is Tootsie. She's the youngest at 4 months, and she's also a Road Island Red hen. She hasn't yet laid any eggs, but she should … Continue reading Yes, I Named My Chickens
My husband (with my intermittent assistance) repurposed a huge and overbuilt dog house for a chicken coop. Look. How. CUTE. We had originally thought repurposing a coop would be waaaay easier than building one from scratch (get it, SCRATCH, like CHICKEN SCRATCH? Nevermind.) Oh, how naive we were. It took us 2 solid weeks, working … Continue reading Coop D’Ville
Alright, time to put on your big girl/boy panties. I'm about to philosophize on y'all. It might be sappy - you might cry - but somebody's got to do it. When we moved back stateside, my husband and I took a gun safety course to refresh ourselves about all things *you guessed it* gun safety. … Continue reading Don’t Wait In Vain
Yesterday was the last straw. Literally. And, well, figuratively, too, I guess. I had performed Goat Beds & Heads again, but this time, there was too much to carry and (insult to injury) I kept forgetting stuff. To the shed with a rake; to the shop for hay; back to the shed with goat treats … Continue reading There Will Be Heck Toupée
There is a phenomenon on boats called "Beds & Heads." Basically, it's room service, or on boats, cabin service. Every boat is different, so the person who actually does B&H varies from boat to boat. On bigger charter yachts, there is usually a designated Stewardess (yes, in the yachting industry, we still call them Stewardesses … Continue reading Beds & Heads
Our dog, Sydney, is nothing that we expected. Don't mistake that for a complaint - she's one of the most amazing dogs I've ever known. Yes - she wants to chew on EVERYTHING (the teeth that are popping through her gums is INTENSE), jump up on everyone (including small children who are her size or smaller), … Continue reading Puppy Love