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Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 09, 2009
Winter Project #3
So today's project will go along nicely with the painting I need to do.
Fix this wall.
That would be my bathroom wall. It started as a small hole made from a rabbit, than turned into a larger hole, where I spotted mold, and then grew. I don't have the money to buy more drywall, instead, I have a better idea.
Those of you that live in mobile homes may have had this problem, some eejit puts the toilet paper dispenser into the drywall and not to any of the 2x2's or what ever beams you have in the wall. One good thigh shot, and cussing ensues as the dispenser falls to the floor. Next to the wall in this picture is the same thing, two nice sized holes where the dispenser use to be.
I also lack storage space.
So this weekend, most likely Sunday and Monday, my bathroom will get an overhaul. Instead of replacing the drywall, we will be putting in a shelving unit, towel rack and tp dispenser. Then painting the room.
It should all be done with materials already on hand.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Name Change
Confession time. I still haven't done the milk paint. Not having a car last weekend threw me off a bit. No worries, this Fridays' project will go along with the whole paint thing, so it will take me two days, rather than one.
Today one of the characters in my story will be going through a name change. My 4 years old will be referred to from this point on as my 5 year old. He will continue to be referred to as my youngest child and small (as in small, medium and large) He has decided that his friends at school want to celebrate his day with applesauce and ring-pops. You could not ask for a better combination. I am sending spoons with him, just in case on of the kids decides that they don't want to use the ring-pops to eat the apple sauce. I am sure there will be at least one in that crowd.
We will be celebrating his name change on Saturday. We are having a winter party (duh) what I mean is an old fashion maple tapping party without the maple tapping. Unfortunately there doesn't look like there will be any snow for this, and now I have to change plans.
If you have been reading through any of my sons' birthday parties, you know we have grand, but inexpensive parties. (Party On the Range, Human Exhibit, All About Frogs, The was a great fear factor one, but I can't find it)
Yesterday was interesting, again. I was eating lunch, and my dogs were barking. I thought it was nothing but the horse neighbor working her dogs. But the fifth time I looked out to hush them, the horse neighbor wife was limping up my side walk. She has a retired horse, living out his last days in the field. He has one very bad leg, and he was laying down on it, couldn't get up. She had just had needles in her spine the day before, prepping for spinal surgery, and she needed help getting him up before the other horses killed him. We talked as we walked. He had go down the day after Christmas, her and her daughter had a heck of a time getting him up. I pushed on the horse, but couldn't get him to roll. She told me how they did it before, and we went to get the ropes. I called the good neighbor to see if he could help. With her back the way it was, there was no way she could do any pushing or pulling. Good neighbor arrived and we harness the horse. He pulled, I pushed, and right up he went. We did it a lot quicker and easier than last time. She says she knows it's time to call in the vet. If she isn't home and this happens that other horses will kill him. Sad, but necessary. It didn't seem like it, but I was over there for almost 3 hours. I made sure that she has my number, so if this happens again, before the vet has a chance to come out, she can just call.
I wonder what today will bring.
Today one of the characters in my story will be going through a name change. My 4 years old will be referred to from this point on as my 5 year old. He will continue to be referred to as my youngest child and small (as in small, medium and large) He has decided that his friends at school want to celebrate his day with applesauce and ring-pops. You could not ask for a better combination. I am sending spoons with him, just in case on of the kids decides that they don't want to use the ring-pops to eat the apple sauce. I am sure there will be at least one in that crowd.
We will be celebrating his name change on Saturday. We are having a winter party (duh) what I mean is an old fashion maple tapping party without the maple tapping. Unfortunately there doesn't look like there will be any snow for this, and now I have to change plans.
If you have been reading through any of my sons' birthday parties, you know we have grand, but inexpensive parties. (Party On the Range, Human Exhibit, All About Frogs, The was a great fear factor one, but I can't find it)
Yesterday was interesting, again. I was eating lunch, and my dogs were barking. I thought it was nothing but the horse neighbor working her dogs. But the fifth time I looked out to hush them, the horse neighbor wife was limping up my side walk. She has a retired horse, living out his last days in the field. He has one very bad leg, and he was laying down on it, couldn't get up. She had just had needles in her spine the day before, prepping for spinal surgery, and she needed help getting him up before the other horses killed him. We talked as we walked. He had go down the day after Christmas, her and her daughter had a heck of a time getting him up. I pushed on the horse, but couldn't get him to roll. She told me how they did it before, and we went to get the ropes. I called the good neighbor to see if he could help. With her back the way it was, there was no way she could do any pushing or pulling. Good neighbor arrived and we harness the horse. He pulled, I pushed, and right up he went. We did it a lot quicker and easier than last time. She says she knows it's time to call in the vet. If she isn't home and this happens that other horses will kill him. Sad, but necessary. It didn't seem like it, but I was over there for almost 3 hours. I made sure that she has my number, so if this happens again, before the vet has a chance to come out, she can just call.
I wonder what today will bring.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
~shakes head~
I warned you guys that there would be tests, and I worry about your scores. Some of you get credit for creativity, some get credit for sarcasm, and some of you need a tutor. ha! The answer to yesterday's pop quiz was C: Going to milk a cow.
Now those of you that said going for a motorcycle ride, this could have been true, but there was a single clue that could have tipped you off if you had been paying attention. I was wearing a red fluffy coat. If I was going on a bike ride, I would have been in leather. (just givin' a hard time)
The mask is great, not only for cold and/or wet bike rides, but a wonderful aid for working out in the elements. I use to wear those do-rags, hop along cassidy, whatever the cool kids call them now a days, we have always and still call them skull caps, like a cowboy. But we bought this mask when we went to the Sparks America bike rally a year ago, because of all the rain we encountered. (if you haven't read that story yet, I highly suggest it, it's a good one) The mask is warm and waterproof, and it is something that I consider a homesteading aid.
So run out to your nearest mom and pop bike shop and buy one this winter. No one is paying me to say any of this, if they were I would have posted a brand name, but I will give a shout out to one of our own local shops. Those of you in the Wichita area can get them in Haysville, Broadway Street Bike. Go! GO NOW! I am feeling rather ornery this morning.
I would have to guess that the point to all of that is, you can find many tools for the winter homestead in unconventional places. It isn't like there is a store dedicated to the homesteading life. Ok, you got me, there are a few online, but not all of us go online for supplies. I shop as local as possible, and sometimes you can stumble upon things that's main purpose has nothing to do with this life.
What unconventional homesteading tool do you use to make this life easier?
Now those of you that said going for a motorcycle ride, this could have been true, but there was a single clue that could have tipped you off if you had been paying attention. I was wearing a red fluffy coat. If I was going on a bike ride, I would have been in leather. (just givin' a hard time)
The mask is great, not only for cold and/or wet bike rides, but a wonderful aid for working out in the elements. I use to wear those do-rags, hop along cassidy, whatever the cool kids call them now a days, we have always and still call them skull caps, like a cowboy. But we bought this mask when we went to the Sparks America bike rally a year ago, because of all the rain we encountered. (if you haven't read that story yet, I highly suggest it, it's a good one) The mask is warm and waterproof, and it is something that I consider a homesteading aid.
So run out to your nearest mom and pop bike shop and buy one this winter. No one is paying me to say any of this, if they were I would have posted a brand name, but I will give a shout out to one of our own local shops. Those of you in the Wichita area can get them in Haysville, Broadway Street Bike. Go! GO NOW! I am feeling rather ornery this morning.
I would have to guess that the point to all of that is, you can find many tools for the winter homestead in unconventional places. It isn't like there is a store dedicated to the homesteading life. Ok, you got me, there are a few online, but not all of us go online for supplies. I shop as local as possible, and sometimes you can stumble upon things that's main purpose has nothing to do with this life.
What unconventional homesteading tool do you use to make this life easier?
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Pop Quiz!
What am I doing in this photo?
A: Making me laugh
B: Robbing a Bank
C: Going to milk a cow
D: Scarring young children
E: Going for a motorcycle ride
F: Other
A: Making me laugh
B: Robbing a Bank
C: Going to milk a cow
D: Scarring young children
E: Going for a motorcycle ride
F: Other
Monday, January 05, 2009
A Series of Very Mundane Events
The car broke, yet again. It keeps throwing the alternator belts. My husband has looked it over several times, not finding why it would be doing that. So something must be happening for only that brief moment. Because of this, I was stranded on the homestead all weekend, unable to do any of my errands.
Saturday that couple with the Dexters came out. I actually called them, because I happened to see a dexter calf for sale on Craigslist (I just like looking), and panicked slightly. It was their calf, but not the bull. We chatted a bit, and she informed me that she would like to come see the milking stanchion. She is ready to start milking, and wanted to see how I did it. I told her it wasn't anything special, it was just some old bunk bed parts. This interested her more. I told her anytime. An hour later, she calls me back, they were wanting to come out now. They arrived with all six of their kids. We were quite the parade, with my kids and their's, marching out to the barn. They really liked it, and mentioned seeing a metal bunk bed free on cragslist.
Good neighbor decided it was too windy to start a fire, and we didn't roast the goat. Also he had to have his truck towed home. Lucky for us, our Chevy still runs (67 pick-up) it has no tail lights, and no tags, so we can't leave the dirt roads, but we really needed green wheat. Good Neighbor and my husband hooked the small wood trailer to the truck and left. On their way home, the tire came off the trailer, they dragged it home. There was still 1 bale left to pick up, so they cleaned out the back of the truck and returned to the farmers field. I then receive a phone call from the field. Turns out the truck died, they needed farmer's phone number so he could head out and jump them. umm. . . the number was last seen going into my husband's pocket. Great! They had to hoof it.
My 4 year old cut his own hair, and after I fixed that, my 7 year old come in with bangs. He had cut his own hair as well! Come on boys, all you had to do was ask.
Mama some how managed to break her ear tag. This is one of the reasons we don't use those plastic tags. Eddie had ripped out both of them before we bought her, and Mama had one of them missing. I know better than attempting to hold Mama down and try to remove the tag, luckily her ear hasn't been hurt because of it.
Sunberries: I want to talk about sunberries. I spent a large amount of time, attempting to find info on these guys. I discovered that there are a number of plants with this name, the one I am talking about it the Solanum Burbankii.
I found out that they are grown like peppers and tomatoes, but are finicky about germination. What I wanted to know was how long germination took. Yesterday I got my answer. 2 of the 12 popped up. It takes at least 1 week to germinate. I will let you know when the last one pops up. No one probably cares but me, but that has never stopped me for posting about something before.
Saturday that couple with the Dexters came out. I actually called them, because I happened to see a dexter calf for sale on Craigslist (I just like looking), and panicked slightly. It was their calf, but not the bull. We chatted a bit, and she informed me that she would like to come see the milking stanchion. She is ready to start milking, and wanted to see how I did it. I told her it wasn't anything special, it was just some old bunk bed parts. This interested her more. I told her anytime. An hour later, she calls me back, they were wanting to come out now. They arrived with all six of their kids. We were quite the parade, with my kids and their's, marching out to the barn. They really liked it, and mentioned seeing a metal bunk bed free on cragslist.
Good neighbor decided it was too windy to start a fire, and we didn't roast the goat. Also he had to have his truck towed home. Lucky for us, our Chevy still runs (67 pick-up) it has no tail lights, and no tags, so we can't leave the dirt roads, but we really needed green wheat. Good Neighbor and my husband hooked the small wood trailer to the truck and left. On their way home, the tire came off the trailer, they dragged it home. There was still 1 bale left to pick up, so they cleaned out the back of the truck and returned to the farmers field. I then receive a phone call from the field. Turns out the truck died, they needed farmer's phone number so he could head out and jump them. umm. . . the number was last seen going into my husband's pocket. Great! They had to hoof it.
My 4 year old cut his own hair, and after I fixed that, my 7 year old come in with bangs. He had cut his own hair as well! Come on boys, all you had to do was ask.
Mama some how managed to break her ear tag. This is one of the reasons we don't use those plastic tags. Eddie had ripped out both of them before we bought her, and Mama had one of them missing. I know better than attempting to hold Mama down and try to remove the tag, luckily her ear hasn't been hurt because of it.
Sunberries: I want to talk about sunberries. I spent a large amount of time, attempting to find info on these guys. I discovered that there are a number of plants with this name, the one I am talking about it the Solanum Burbankii.
I found out that they are grown like peppers and tomatoes, but are finicky about germination. What I wanted to know was how long germination took. Yesterday I got my answer. 2 of the 12 popped up. It takes at least 1 week to germinate. I will let you know when the last one pops up. No one probably cares but me, but that has never stopped me for posting about something before.
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