Don't get all gritchy with me! Here is the deal, the bank takes 5 business days to accept anything from Paypal. So while I was waiting, I thought I would try to do something else that might help us, like talking to the bank. And I also promised that I would try doing that as well. By Monday, everything will be fine. We will not be losing our homestead!
Today is Saturday, and my day to write on WNDN, I am talking last minute gifts, from child to child.
Any one super computer savoy? I am having a frustrating pc issue. Email me, Please!?!
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Saturday, December 20, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Winter Projects
Some of you have noticed this photo on my side bar. I know you are curious, because you are clicking on it. It leads to my Flickr account.
Winter is a Homesteaders down time. No freakish garden demanding our attention, no outside projects to be fiddled with. Winter means inside work, and as I still don't know how to do somethings, like spinning, sewing or knitting, I have a list of winter projects that I need to do (any one out there want to teach me to spin?)
My winter projects have one rule, they must be repurposed items. Stephanie over at Adventures in the 100 acre wood, has me calling my white trash ways, "repurposing". Take an old item, and reuse it for something new. For my long time readers, this is replacing "Choose your Homesteader's Adventure" due to the lack of funds this winter.
Most of the project should only take a day to complete I will be posting a project every Friday until March, when it is potato planting time. If you wish to play along, on any of the projects, I would love to see a photo of the finished project.
ok, so what is this white trash food item every one seems to be making in my honor?
Thursday, December 18, 2008
We Are Trailer Trash
The tittle sums up nicely about our experience with the bank.
We live in a mobile home, there for do not fall under any program that would help us. We are not deserving of refinancing because there is 0 equity in our home, doesn't matter that the land is worth at least $25,000 more (even in this time of junk money) than we paid for the place, there is no equity in land, apparently. Have you ever tried to sell a mobile home in the winter, even in a good economy? In the winter time, people remember why they don't like these things. We bought the place with plans to build a house, but that was side tracked.
Well, we are to try to sell this place before the 24th or pay the total amount due to avoid foreclosure. Sorry guys, I really tried to do it without using the money.
Let us find a moment of happiness
We live in a mobile home, there for do not fall under any program that would help us. We are not deserving of refinancing because there is 0 equity in our home, doesn't matter that the land is worth at least $25,000 more (even in this time of junk money) than we paid for the place, there is no equity in land, apparently. Have you ever tried to sell a mobile home in the winter, even in a good economy? In the winter time, people remember why they don't like these things. We bought the place with plans to build a house, but that was side tracked.
Well, we are to try to sell this place before the 24th or pay the total amount due to avoid foreclosure. Sorry guys, I really tried to do it without using the money.
Let us find a moment of happiness
This is the look I get from Eddie when milking on a cold day. I giggle every time she does it. I do try to warm my hand up for her.
I think it was Rebbecca that left a reply over on WNDN, about how expensive milk buckets are. You don't need that bucket. All you need is food grade plastic or stainless steel, like those cheap pot sets they sell at the farm stores.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Good Tidings of Comfort and Joy
Above is Urth's Umbra. She's getting big!
Now to finally introduce you to the newest member of our Dexter Family. . .
Unexpected Delight
We call him Undies for short
Everybody Thank Cassandra for my Christmas present! Thank you! I love the ornaments as well.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Fodder for Your Dinner Conversation
How was your day hon?
Fine. Yours?
nothing different. Hand me the peas. Thanks. Jonnie, stop that. I am sure your sister doesn't like peas in her ears. No not up her nose either. Just sit down and eat.. . . mmmm. . . you know that blog I have been reading? A Homesteading Neophyte?
umm. . . that the one with that odd girl fee-lynne.
Fay-lynne, and yes.
What about it?
You should have seen her post today. It was rather disturbing.
Did she talk about butchering an animal again.
No not really. She is odd, I'm not sure why I even read it. I have this romantic vision of homesteading, and then she goes and says things like she did today.
What?
She said that it was really cold yesterday.
It was freezing here.
Would you let me tell the story. She went out to milk, and her fingers were sticking to the metal of the gates, her skin came off! I just can't imagine that this is what homesteading really is.
That it? She'll be fine.
I wasn't done. Here let me get that. ok, anyways. Her goat died, and well, yesterday in twenty below windchill, she sheared the goat. It was dead, and frozen. Can you imagine. It just doesn't seem right.
Why would she shear a dead goat?
It's nasty. She said something about practice and that the hair in the middle was fine, it was the either ends that had the dog damage. She didn't cut those. She said it was hard to do, emotionally, but it was part of the life. She would have cried if her eyes weren't frozen.
hummm. . .
She scares me.
Fine. Yours?
nothing different. Hand me the peas. Thanks. Jonnie, stop that. I am sure your sister doesn't like peas in her ears. No not up her nose either. Just sit down and eat.. . . mmmm. . . you know that blog I have been reading? A Homesteading Neophyte?
umm. . . that the one with that odd girl fee-lynne.
Fay-lynne, and yes.
What about it?
You should have seen her post today. It was rather disturbing.
Did she talk about butchering an animal again.
No not really. She is odd, I'm not sure why I even read it. I have this romantic vision of homesteading, and then she goes and says things like she did today.
What?
She said that it was really cold yesterday.
It was freezing here.
Would you let me tell the story. She went out to milk, and her fingers were sticking to the metal of the gates, her skin came off! I just can't imagine that this is what homesteading really is.
That it? She'll be fine.
I wasn't done. Here let me get that. ok, anyways. Her goat died, and well, yesterday in twenty below windchill, she sheared the goat. It was dead, and frozen. Can you imagine. It just doesn't seem right.
Why would she shear a dead goat?
It's nasty. She said something about practice and that the hair in the middle was fine, it was the either ends that had the dog damage. She didn't cut those. She said it was hard to do, emotionally, but it was part of the life. She would have cried if her eyes weren't frozen.
hummm. . .
She scares me.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Well Shiver Me Timber, but Don't Blow Me Down
Currently the temperature in my area is. . . 6F. Windchill fells like -16F. And I thought it hurt to work outside yesterday.
This summer we were talking with our horse neighbor, he told us that a friend of his a few miles out, had fallen and broken his back. He fell from a moving tractor. It was mentioned that he would have to crop share to bring everything in, my husband told the horse neighbor to tell his friend that we would be happy to help out. We know how to work a tractor. We never heard anything until a month ago. Our horse neighbor informed us that his friend was selling his green wheat for $30 a round bale. Oh baby! That's it? Are you serious? The cheapest I have found it was $45 a bale for prairie hay, and it was poor prairie hay at that. Luckily Dexters aren't picky eaters. Later that day, the green wheat seller and his 15 year old son was at the horse neighbors house. My husband talked to him, and we, um I should say, my husband and our squatter picked up half a bail. 2 weeks later, they went and picked up a full bale. My husband didn't mention it until the other day. But when he bought the full bale, he overheard the wife say something to the effect of, at least this will buy us a few groceries. The husband and wife are both disabled, and live on what they get for their green wheat. I plan on going over there with a basket of fresh bread and jams, some eggs and what ever else I can scrounge up and see what the situation is. Maybe help them in getting some chickens at least. Let's see how the visit goes.
We went and bought a bail of green wheat yesterday. My husband paid for 3 bales out of his Christmas bonus. Merry Christmas my Ladies! We still don't have a truck yet. Mine is still sitting in the front yard, and the other one is behind the motorcycle shop. I got a letter from Ford the other day, recalling my trucks because of possible fire. Should I call them and say, too late. The engines are fried? But it wasn't a fire that caused the damage, just the cheap junk that ford puts out. I digress, it was cold yesterday! Our good neighbor took my husband to pick the bale up. I made coffee and waited. Once they arrived home, I ran out to help. oh my! By the time we were done, my jaw wasn't working correctly. I came in and warmed up, but was forced to go out and finish up some other chores. Today is more of the same, only a tad colder. Hand milking cows in this weather is for the determined. So goes homesteading.
Last night around 630 pm, Dora the Angora died.
We tried. But the wounds where more than we could deal with. A vet would have put her down sooner. She didn't seem to be hurting, if she was, she was very stoic about it. At least we learned some things from her. She will be missed. Poor Donkey, the milk goat wants nothing to do with him. Dora was his only friend. He has been baaing like mad looking for her these past two days. If we can survive here until spring, we will have to find him a friend, be best to find another sheep. Goats aren't as needy. You can read about us getting Dora here.
Today we will head into the city. We have some folks to talk to, help save this place without using the money. But time is running out. We got a letter from the bank Saturday. It said we had options to stay in our home and to look at the brochure enclosed. There was no brochure. And the phone number to call to talk to someone about our options was the same number we called in the first place, the one that told us that there were two options, all or nothing.
After everything that has been happening, and with the Kansas wind a blowing, I was expecting a micro burst to rip through our home yesterday.
This summer we were talking with our horse neighbor, he told us that a friend of his a few miles out, had fallen and broken his back. He fell from a moving tractor. It was mentioned that he would have to crop share to bring everything in, my husband told the horse neighbor to tell his friend that we would be happy to help out. We know how to work a tractor. We never heard anything until a month ago. Our horse neighbor informed us that his friend was selling his green wheat for $30 a round bale. Oh baby! That's it? Are you serious? The cheapest I have found it was $45 a bale for prairie hay, and it was poor prairie hay at that. Luckily Dexters aren't picky eaters. Later that day, the green wheat seller and his 15 year old son was at the horse neighbors house. My husband talked to him, and we, um I should say, my husband and our squatter picked up half a bail. 2 weeks later, they went and picked up a full bale. My husband didn't mention it until the other day. But when he bought the full bale, he overheard the wife say something to the effect of, at least this will buy us a few groceries. The husband and wife are both disabled, and live on what they get for their green wheat. I plan on going over there with a basket of fresh bread and jams, some eggs and what ever else I can scrounge up and see what the situation is. Maybe help them in getting some chickens at least. Let's see how the visit goes.
We went and bought a bail of green wheat yesterday. My husband paid for 3 bales out of his Christmas bonus. Merry Christmas my Ladies! We still don't have a truck yet. Mine is still sitting in the front yard, and the other one is behind the motorcycle shop. I got a letter from Ford the other day, recalling my trucks because of possible fire. Should I call them and say, too late. The engines are fried? But it wasn't a fire that caused the damage, just the cheap junk that ford puts out. I digress, it was cold yesterday! Our good neighbor took my husband to pick the bale up. I made coffee and waited. Once they arrived home, I ran out to help. oh my! By the time we were done, my jaw wasn't working correctly. I came in and warmed up, but was forced to go out and finish up some other chores. Today is more of the same, only a tad colder. Hand milking cows in this weather is for the determined. So goes homesteading.
Last night around 630 pm, Dora the Angora died.
We tried. But the wounds where more than we could deal with. A vet would have put her down sooner. She didn't seem to be hurting, if she was, she was very stoic about it. At least we learned some things from her. She will be missed. Poor Donkey, the milk goat wants nothing to do with him. Dora was his only friend. He has been baaing like mad looking for her these past two days. If we can survive here until spring, we will have to find him a friend, be best to find another sheep. Goats aren't as needy. You can read about us getting Dora here.
Today we will head into the city. We have some folks to talk to, help save this place without using the money. But time is running out. We got a letter from the bank Saturday. It said we had options to stay in our home and to look at the brochure enclosed. There was no brochure. And the phone number to call to talk to someone about our options was the same number we called in the first place, the one that told us that there were two options, all or nothing.
After everything that has been happening, and with the Kansas wind a blowing, I was expecting a micro burst to rip through our home yesterday.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
I think they're a little off in the head
For all my new readers, I rarley post on the weekends. But. . . you guys need to go see what WNDN have put together for your pleasure.
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