Faith, Kids, and Berries … Oh My!

I’ve fallen off the radar for the past few weeks …. something I’m not extraordinarily proud of, but it’s been hectic here to say the least.

  • Nubbins is home – to much fanfare. After being passed around – something similar to the Olympic torch – he has settled in nicely. He loves Persnickety and except for the occasional Big Momma Headbutt – she’s really taken to him too.
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Waiting for Nubbins Pt2

Bringing a kid (goat) home – is evidently very much like getting ready to bring home human kid.  There is LOTS of preparation going on. To be perfectly honest … more than I thought and way more than Nick anticipated.
There are the obvious “nesting” procedures
1.) clean the stable
2.) put fresh wood chips down
3.) stock up on alfalfa hay
4.) give Persnickety a quick “well check exam”
5.) stock up on Ammonium Chloride (AC) supplements to prevent UC – we’re new to wethers
6.)and ….. fix any breaches in the fence.
Fix any breaches in the fence. That is where the challenge begins.
The expression “the grass is always greener on the other side” – is a lifestyle motto for goats.

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Way over due ….

“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”

Robert Louis Stevenson

This weekend was ridiculous! I’ve got clean teeth, a healthy,a rabies-free Harley, eggplants in the garden, sunburn on my shoulders, laundry that STILL hasn’t been put away, fresh bread crumbs in the fridge, vanilla extract that needs to be made, and a baby goat coming home next weekend. I’m exhausted.  But that’s not to say exhilarated.

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Phoneless and Fabulous on the Frost Farm

Late this week – someone stole Nick’s new cell phone while he was playing basketball at our local rec. center. Ordinarily, he would keep it under lock and key – but he felt that if there were an emergency at home he should keep it handy. Just in case.

Well, “just in case” proved to be costly, time consuming, and aggravating.

We, both, have been working so hard at “turning the other cheek”, seeing things from other’s perspectives and overall thinking positively. That when something like this happened – we were kind of blindsided.

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Storm

My favorite time of day – is just at dusk. When the settling noises of day mix with the anxious hum of night.  Crickets and frogs wake from their sweet siestas while birds whistle one last quiet tune. It’s especially peaceful just before a late afternoon storm.  Everything has somewhere to be then.  Squirrels scatter for shelter – bees scatter from flower to hive – slow, stray drips from the heavy sky. The farm is unusually still – waiting with heavy anticipation. The rooms of our house are dark and Nick and the pups look more like silhouettes than real figures.

We like to tempt nature by keeping the windows open until the very minute of sudden downpour.

“Keep the house cool,” We say.

“It’s too warm without air-condition” We agree.

Gusts of wind – too loud and too angry to be ignored – whistle through the cracks of the screen. Then the monsoon –the rain- much too cumbersome for the clouds- begins.  Irate drops hit the roof, the windows, the porch.  We peek out the back door – look out onto the porch.  Which way is it driving? Can we get away with the windows being open? We can’t.

Quickly we flutter from room to room – hastily shutting each window.  Puddles settle on the sills. On the floor.

We’ve made it – through another storm!

“Whew. We needed the rain. I’m glad I didn’t have to water the plants,” Nick grins as he flips on the tv.

That is, of course, until the leaks start …….

Modification Motivation

Let me start off by saying – I went from my mother’s immaculate home, to an immaculate brand-new apartment, to the trusty rusty I’ve come to love: The Fabulous Frost Farm ….

Our house has been under “construction” for the better part of 5 years now. It’s not that we’re dragging our feet – it’s just that life constantly gets in the way.  Since Nick has been manning most of the project on his own – it’s a constant struggle of finding the “time” to do big projects, making sure the weather “cooperates”, and ensuring our bank account isn’t drained.  Finding the motivation is the LEAST difficult challenge of all. As a matter of fact, it really isn’t a challenge at all.  When Nick and I bought our home 5 years ago – we had it mentally revamped, improved, and magazine worthy within minutes.  Evidently, life doesn’t work that way – and trying to find a fair balance between living life, enjoying life and actually getting chores completed is VERY challenging.

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Initially, we had planned on decorating the house “officially” when we were finished with the inside of the house.  The master bedroom was stripped down to its studs within days of moving in.

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Sick Day<br />
Faux fur bedding / Pier 1 Imports porcelain tea cup / Bodum tea press / Edward Marc Gourmet Chocolate Pretzels / ReLuxe patterned hosiery / Lola s Apothecary body cleanser</p>
<p>An Apple a Day …. keeps the doctor away ….<br />
I, on the other hand, haven’t been eating any apples lately but I have been eating much better than I usually do. I actually haven’t eaten this well since I was living at home with my mom (a health food junkie). It’s discouraging then to see how sick I’ve been the past few months. I have a “special needs” immune system. I am very aware of that and I am always taking precautions to ensure that nothing sets it off. 1.)Using my own pens instead of office pens2.) Clorox wipes and Lysol wipes in every nook and cranny of my house3.) sanitizing after I shake hands (it’s not that I skeave you)4.) using the handicapped accessible doors to avoid handles (it’s not because I’m lazy) 5.) vitamins (up to 1000mg of C a day)But what happens when  those precautions are muffled by the greatest cause of infections of all - life? What happens when life and the stress of daily events get in the way? That’s when it appears that I always get sick. It always seems to start with a flare. An ache in the hip. A sob from my shoulder. A shout from my knee. An all consuming exhaustion. Next, a teeny scratch in my throat.  <br />
“I’m getting sick.” - I say to Nick.<br />
“You’re always getting sick” he replies.<br />
“I’m getting sick.” - I say to my mom.<br />
“You’re always saying that” my mom says curtly.</p>
<p>But without fail … no matter how many times they tell me I’m wrong … I end up canceling the tutoring, putting in for the sub, purchasing $100 worth of cold supplies … and giving in to the inevitable fate that awaits me - on the couch.<br />
"Oh you are sick!" they say.<br />
Yep. This is one sick chick.<br />
An Apple a Day …. keeps the doctor away ….

I, on the other hand, haven’t been eating any apples lately but I have been eating much better than I usually do. I actually haven’t eaten this well since I was living at home with my mom (a health food junkie). It’s discouraging then to see how sick I’ve been the past few months. I have a “special needs” immune system. I am very aware of that and I am always taking precautions to ensure that nothing sets it off.
1.)Using my own pens instead of office pens
2.) Clorox wipes and Lysol wipes in every nook and cranny of my house
3.) sanitizing after I shake hands (it’s not that I skeave you)
4.) using the handicapped accessible doors to avoid handles (it’s not because I’m lazy)
5.) vitamins (up to 1000mg of C a day)
But what happens when  those precautions are muffled by the greatest cause of infections of all – life? What happens when life and the stress of daily events get in the way? That’s when it appears that I always get sick. It always seems to start with a flare. An ache in the hip. A sob from my shoulder. A shout from my knee. An all consuming exhaustion. Next, a teeny scratch in my throat.
“I’m getting sick.” – I say to Nick.
“You’re always getting sick” he replies.
“I’m getting sick.” – I say to my mom.
“You’re always saying that” my mom says curtly.
But without fail … no matter how many times they tell me I’m wrong … I end up canceling the tutoring, putting in for the sub, purchasing $100 worth of cold supplies … and giving in to the inevitable fate that awaits me – on the couch.
“Oh you are sick!” they say.
Yep. This is one sick chick.