But stop stealing my birds!
I would like to help you. Not just give you a hand-out, but help you learn how to take care of your own livestock. I would be willing to barter with you, as I can see that you have no money to purchase meat. I am sure you have a skill that I lack, and would love to be taught in trade for some food. But when you steal, I have nothing to share, and have nothing for my own family. Maybe you are too proud to ask for help. I completely understand that. I have been there. But sometimes you need to. There is no honor in stealing.
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Saturday, June 06, 2009
Friday, June 05, 2009
Back to the drawing board
I have a nasty migraine, a combination of stress, no smoking and working in the sun.
I have been thinking a lot on the business side of things. I have gone back to the drawing board. It is really difficult to get business when you aren't allowed to advertise for it, grrr. . .
Having a business today means you have to be the best. And I have been around several others that do what I do, and I have a plan. I have to do it all with no extra money, but I think I can do that, at least it looks good on paper.
First to re organize a few things. I have some friends with working refrigerators that they are willing to give me, and I have good gossipy people around. Time to buckle down a bit and work every angle that I can legally.
Starting next week I should have an entirely new business plan, and if all goes according to what I have put down on paper, I should start turning a profit by the end of the month.
However, the move will put a damper on a few things, but I think I have found ways around it. And even though I will be an hour away from the homestead, I shouldn't lose too many customers (have a plan for that) and should pick up new customers out there. I did a little looking, and there isn't any one out there that does what I do and sells directly to the public. ah ha!
I say things are looking up, don't question it, be happy for the optimism.
I have been thinking a lot on the business side of things. I have gone back to the drawing board. It is really difficult to get business when you aren't allowed to advertise for it, grrr. . .
Having a business today means you have to be the best. And I have been around several others that do what I do, and I have a plan. I have to do it all with no extra money, but I think I can do that, at least it looks good on paper.
First to re organize a few things. I have some friends with working refrigerators that they are willing to give me, and I have good gossipy people around. Time to buckle down a bit and work every angle that I can legally.
Starting next week I should have an entirely new business plan, and if all goes according to what I have put down on paper, I should start turning a profit by the end of the month.
However, the move will put a damper on a few things, but I think I have found ways around it. And even though I will be an hour away from the homestead, I shouldn't lose too many customers (have a plan for that) and should pick up new customers out there. I did a little looking, and there isn't any one out there that does what I do and sells directly to the public. ah ha!
I say things are looking up, don't question it, be happy for the optimism.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
What's in Bloom; Roses
Here is my rose petal Jam from last year.
To use rose petals; Gently wash and drain rose petals. Carefully remove the white/yellow part of the petals.
Rose petal Butter
1 cup of fresh rose petals
¾ cup of butter
Set butter out at room temperature just long enough to soften up for mixing.
Once soft, chop rose petals finely and stir into the butter.
Cover, and refrigerate. Let it sit for 24 hours so the rose flavor can settle into the butter.
Home-made rose butter will last about 2 weeks in the fridge, or freeze for several months.
Crystallized Rose petals
1 egg white, room temperature
48 Red Rose Petals, washed and drained
3/4 cup Sugar
Beat the egg white until foamy. do not over beat. Use a small pastry brush, coat each petal with beaten egg white. Brush lightly removing any excess. Immediately dip in sugar and place on a rack. Repeat with remaining petals. Refrigerate overnight to dry.
Rose Petal Sauce for Poultry
2 cups water, plus 1 cup
2 tablespoons butter
2 cloves garlic, minced
1/2 teaspoon aniseed
12 red or pink roses with open blooms, petals removed
1 peeled red cactus fruit or 2 red plums, skinned
12 fresh chestnuts
2 tablespoons honey
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
Bring the2 cups of water to a boil, while in a separate large skillet, melt the butter and cook the aniseed and garlic together for 5 minutes. Remove from heat and set aside. Place the rose and cactus fruit in a food processor and puree until smooth. Set aside.
Using a knife, cut an X over the flat ends of the chestnuts. Use a hot cast iron skillet to toast them for 5 minutes. Once the shells open, toss them into the boiling water and allow them to cook for 15 minutes. Drain, and allow to cool. When cool enough to handle, peel the chestnuts and add them to the pureed rose mix. Slowly add the remaining 1 cup of water while pureeing the mixture.
Reheat the skillet with the garlic/butter, add the rose petal puree and simmer for 10minutes. Whisk in honey, salt and pepper. Strain through a sieve or several layers of cheese cloth to remove any solids. Keep the sauce in a pan, and keep warm, drizzle over your pan roasted or oven roast poultry.
Rose Fritters
Use you favorite beer batter recipe, dip in rose petals, then fry until golden. Drain then sprinkle with powder sugar.
Rose petal Vinegar
2 cups white wine vinegar (heat to near boil)
1 cup rose petals
3 or 4 whole cloves
Gently crush the petals to bruise a bit.In a sterilized canning jar, place the rose petals and cloves. Pour hot vinegar over top, roughly mash the petals with a wooden spoon and seal. Set aside for 10 days at room temperature and in the dark. Shake one a day. Strain vinegar and discard the cloves and rose petals.
Rose petals can be added to every freakin' salad you can think of. Add them to just about any dessert, and so forth.
It was cute, our calf bull and our kid billy were testing each other. Forehead to forehead. I swore that the kid billy would win, ha He is the one with horns after all.
To use rose petals; Gently wash and drain rose petals. Carefully remove the white/yellow part of the petals.
Rose petal Butter
1 cup of fresh rose petals
¾ cup of butter
Set butter out at room temperature just long enough to soften up for mixing.
Once soft, chop rose petals finely and stir into the butter.
Cover, and refrigerate. Let it sit for 24 hours so the rose flavor can settle into the butter.
Home-made rose butter will last about 2 weeks in the fridge, or freeze for several months.
Crystallized Rose petals
1 egg white, room temperature
48 Red Rose Petals, washed and drained
3/4 cup Sugar
Beat the egg white until foamy. do not over beat. Use a small pastry brush, coat each petal with beaten egg white. Brush lightly removing any excess. Immediately dip in sugar and place on a rack. Repeat with remaining petals. Refrigerate overnight to dry.
Rose Petal Sauce for Poultry
2 cups water, plus 1 cup
2 tablespoons butter
2 cloves garlic, minced
1/2 teaspoon aniseed
12 red or pink roses with open blooms, petals removed
1 peeled red cactus fruit or 2 red plums, skinned
12 fresh chestnuts
2 tablespoons honey
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
Bring the2 cups of water to a boil, while in a separate large skillet, melt the butter and cook the aniseed and garlic together for 5 minutes. Remove from heat and set aside. Place the rose and cactus fruit in a food processor and puree until smooth. Set aside.
Using a knife, cut an X over the flat ends of the chestnuts. Use a hot cast iron skillet to toast them for 5 minutes. Once the shells open, toss them into the boiling water and allow them to cook for 15 minutes. Drain, and allow to cool. When cool enough to handle, peel the chestnuts and add them to the pureed rose mix. Slowly add the remaining 1 cup of water while pureeing the mixture.
Reheat the skillet with the garlic/butter, add the rose petal puree and simmer for 10minutes. Whisk in honey, salt and pepper. Strain through a sieve or several layers of cheese cloth to remove any solids. Keep the sauce in a pan, and keep warm, drizzle over your pan roasted or oven roast poultry.
Rose Fritters
Use you favorite beer batter recipe, dip in rose petals, then fry until golden. Drain then sprinkle with powder sugar.
Rose petal Vinegar
2 cups white wine vinegar (heat to near boil)
1 cup rose petals
3 or 4 whole cloves
Gently crush the petals to bruise a bit.In a sterilized canning jar, place the rose petals and cloves. Pour hot vinegar over top, roughly mash the petals with a wooden spoon and seal. Set aside for 10 days at room temperature and in the dark. Shake one a day. Strain vinegar and discard the cloves and rose petals.
Rose petals can be added to every freakin' salad you can think of. Add them to just about any dessert, and so forth.
It was cute, our calf bull and our kid billy were testing each other. Forehead to forehead. I swore that the kid billy would win, ha He is the one with horns after all.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
And this one's for me
"I wonder what I'll do if I can't farm any more." I am wondering that myself. And I just got into this game. Bad timing for a big dream I'd say.
From OCA
Organic Dairies Watch the Good times Turn Bad. . . read article here
The OCA has called for a boycott of bogus organic dairy brands such as Horizon and Aurora (suppliers to Wal-Mart, Safeway and other giant chains), who have inundated the market with misleadingly labeled "organic" milk produced on factory farms. Recently, the situation has worsened as organic feed prices have increased and recession-pummeled consumers have cut back on the amount of organic milk they are purchasing. The result is a surplus of organic milk, depressed milk prices, and an increasing number of organic dairy farmers across the U.S. being driven into bankruptcy. Consumers can support ethical organic dairy farmers and preserve organic integrity by boycotting Horizon and Aurora products and instead supporting local organic farmers and dairy cooperatives like Organic Valley and others.
From OCA
Organic Dairies Watch the Good times Turn Bad. . . read article here
The OCA has called for a boycott of bogus organic dairy brands such as Horizon and Aurora (suppliers to Wal-Mart, Safeway and other giant chains), who have inundated the market with misleadingly labeled "organic" milk produced on factory farms. Recently, the situation has worsened as organic feed prices have increased and recession-pummeled consumers have cut back on the amount of organic milk they are purchasing. The result is a surplus of organic milk, depressed milk prices, and an increasing number of organic dairy farmers across the U.S. being driven into bankruptcy. Consumers can support ethical organic dairy farmers and preserve organic integrity by boycotting Horizon and Aurora products and instead supporting local organic farmers and dairy cooperatives like Organic Valley and others.
I'm tired of disclaimers
Before I start today's tale, I have to warn you against trying this at home. Or do not do unless you have been taught by a professional, or you are desperate because people can't keep their word and things had to be done.
Two different farriers have broken their word. One would think in their line of business they would keep appointments, because word of mouth is important. At least word of mouth is what brought me to call them in the first place. But it isn't the first time, and bound not to be the last time I was forgotten about. Sure something could have come up, they got distracted, what ever, but they could have called. Sam's hooves were desperate for attention however, they were starting to crack.
We have watched farriers over the years, for various reasons. And a couple years back we had bought a farrier kit. It has been sitting gathering dust. Yesterday I was getting very concern about Sam, hoof damage was likely if something wasn't done.
Husband agreed, and so last night when he got home from work, we cut Sam's hooves. Of course this was our first time actually doing it, not just watching. Sam was wonderful for us. She stood and closed her eyes, either sleepy or bracing for pain. We are not as fast as the professionals, nor as brave. We probably could have trimmed the hooves shorter, as we still hadn't seen the light pink of new growth, but the are trimmed up nicely and the cracks are gone. That was the important thing. If the cracks were too high, she might come up lame.
Now I would tell you step by step, but I am not in the mood to. The info is easy to find. And as I am not a professional at it, you can bet someone would leave not very nice remarks about my telling you. And I am grumpy. I am forced to quite smoking, no smokes makes Phelan a grumpy gal. Just can't afford that one and only addiction that I have. I will do my best not to be sharp with anyone, but this is a head's up.
Sam's happy. I don't remember if I told you or not. Sam's paperwork has her name listed as Seminole Wind. Kind of pretty if you ask me. She managed to sneak past my husband yesterday. Went and visited some neighboring horses. She ignored me and my treat bucket, but we finally got her wrangled and back home. That will teach hubby to leave the gate open too long.
Two different farriers have broken their word. One would think in their line of business they would keep appointments, because word of mouth is important. At least word of mouth is what brought me to call them in the first place. But it isn't the first time, and bound not to be the last time I was forgotten about. Sure something could have come up, they got distracted, what ever, but they could have called. Sam's hooves were desperate for attention however, they were starting to crack.
We have watched farriers over the years, for various reasons. And a couple years back we had bought a farrier kit. It has been sitting gathering dust. Yesterday I was getting very concern about Sam, hoof damage was likely if something wasn't done.
Husband agreed, and so last night when he got home from work, we cut Sam's hooves. Of course this was our first time actually doing it, not just watching. Sam was wonderful for us. She stood and closed her eyes, either sleepy or bracing for pain. We are not as fast as the professionals, nor as brave. We probably could have trimmed the hooves shorter, as we still hadn't seen the light pink of new growth, but the are trimmed up nicely and the cracks are gone. That was the important thing. If the cracks were too high, she might come up lame.
Now I would tell you step by step, but I am not in the mood to. The info is easy to find. And as I am not a professional at it, you can bet someone would leave not very nice remarks about my telling you. And I am grumpy. I am forced to quite smoking, no smokes makes Phelan a grumpy gal. Just can't afford that one and only addiction that I have. I will do my best not to be sharp with anyone, but this is a head's up.
Sam's happy. I don't remember if I told you or not. Sam's paperwork has her name listed as Seminole Wind. Kind of pretty if you ask me. She managed to sneak past my husband yesterday. Went and visited some neighboring horses. She ignored me and my treat bucket, but we finally got her wrangled and back home. That will teach hubby to leave the gate open too long.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
And they'll never, be the same
We worked long and hard yesterday and almost got the garden completely finished. The drainage system is taking the longest, but hopefully will be worth it, and I won't lose over half my produce to flooding this year.
My mother wants to come out and help me shear Donkey today. Really? I don't think she realizes how long it takes for amateurs to shear a sheep. It took us 4 hours to shear the angora, I have no idea how long Donkey would take. I think I would rather have the men around to do it. Probably this weekend, when my husband and little brother around. If I didn't have hand shears, I would be up for it. But I don't, so I don't wanna.
Saturday night or Sunday morning, however you look at it, at 145 am. Husband and I were watching a movie when our dog, Link, sounded the alarm. Something was here that shouldn't be here. I looked out the door and something was out in the field across the way. Husband grabbed the gun in case it was something that wanted to eat us, or the sheep that lived in the fenced in part of said field. We got over there and it was the sheep on the loose. Turns out that the donkey (an actually donkey, not a sheep named donkey) had figured out how to open the gate, and let every one out. We got them back in, and husband walked the open fields to see if any one was left out. I told the owners what had happen. Yesterday afternoon, I got home and heard a lamb bleating. I looked across the way and it was out of the fence. Not a surprise because those little ones are slippery and can get through field fencing. As I walked up the drive to my house, I just happened to look over at the horse neighbor's to discover 20 sheep, 2 goat, and a donkey in his front yard. Wonderful! I yelled for husband, went in the house to call the neighbor that now lives in the city to tell him that his animals were on the loose again. Then we rounded every one back up. I was given $20 from now city neighbor for my shepardressing.
Now they really need to secure that gate.
Melissa's Ramblings has graciously donated 2 Longaberger baskets for the Blogathon raffle. Very cool. I am trying to get her to post photo's so I can link to it. Thank you Melissa's Ramblings!
My mother wants to come out and help me shear Donkey today. Really? I don't think she realizes how long it takes for amateurs to shear a sheep. It took us 4 hours to shear the angora, I have no idea how long Donkey would take. I think I would rather have the men around to do it. Probably this weekend, when my husband and little brother around. If I didn't have hand shears, I would be up for it. But I don't, so I don't wanna.
Saturday night or Sunday morning, however you look at it, at 145 am. Husband and I were watching a movie when our dog, Link, sounded the alarm. Something was here that shouldn't be here. I looked out the door and something was out in the field across the way. Husband grabbed the gun in case it was something that wanted to eat us, or the sheep that lived in the fenced in part of said field. We got over there and it was the sheep on the loose. Turns out that the donkey (an actually donkey, not a sheep named donkey) had figured out how to open the gate, and let every one out. We got them back in, and husband walked the open fields to see if any one was left out. I told the owners what had happen. Yesterday afternoon, I got home and heard a lamb bleating. I looked across the way and it was out of the fence. Not a surprise because those little ones are slippery and can get through field fencing. As I walked up the drive to my house, I just happened to look over at the horse neighbor's to discover 20 sheep, 2 goat, and a donkey in his front yard. Wonderful! I yelled for husband, went in the house to call the neighbor that now lives in the city to tell him that his animals were on the loose again. Then we rounded every one back up. I was given $20 from now city neighbor for my shepardressing.
Now they really need to secure that gate.
Melissa's Ramblings has graciously donated 2 Longaberger baskets for the Blogathon raffle. Very cool. I am trying to get her to post photo's so I can link to it. Thank you Melissa's Ramblings!
Monday, June 01, 2009
All kinds of stuff
The whinny post on Saturday, well it was written poorly, and not a proud moment. What it was about, was that I have been worrying about my husband's and I's relationship when I move to the farm. (I didn't delete the post, merely put it back in draft). He has been distant and seemed rather depressed lately. And I had a sinking feeling that once I moved out there, our relationship would slowly end.
However, something changed this weekend and made me feel a whole lot better about the situation. His parents came over, and I heard him tell his father about the plans with the farm, and my husband was smiling. Later I told husband how I was feeling, and he of course told me I take things to heart too easily. This is what he wants as well.
For those reading the comments left by other's that had caught the post. It's isn't a body image problem. I was complaining that all my jeans had these wonderfully placed holes in them. I was complaining about the lack of money, and just wanted a pair of pants that didn't show off my panties or bad hand stitching.
Part of the money complaint was based on one thing. The massive layoffs by the aircraft plants. This area thrives because of one thing, building airplanes. Hawker Beech will be laying off 44% of their employees. This affects my business and my husband's job. Without these top wage earners, no one can afford to bring their motorcycles in. And I, nor my produce selling neighbors can take food stamps, so we are starting to loose customers. One of my customers has been trading for homemade soaps. They are great! But I can't feed my livestock on that, and if too many people want to barter in this manner, I am doomed. All this was probably bad timing on my part. But we will have to fight it out to see how it will work.
We have just found ourselves in a nasty spot is all. Most of it is out of our hands. But we are still going to the farmstead, but it looks like we will have to sell the homestead sooner rather than later. That was another thing that I brought up. With things as they are, we will not be able to afford to hold on to the homestead. Winter is looking scary for us, already. The beginning of spring looked like things were going well, suddenly the brakes were thrown on, and we are finding ourselves sinking. I have a job outside of the home, not much, only a couple days on the weekend, but earns enough money to keep us put. Unless things dramatically change at the shop. We will be selling before winter.
Now part of the problem I was fearing with the relationship of my husband and I, was what had happened between his sister and I. He never once said anything bad about me, but he didn't seem to fully support me either. That changed this weekend. Sister's fiance is talking smack about husband. My husband is well known in several States as one of the best Shovelhead mechanics around. He has earned this rep after years of walking the walk, and ne'er saying a word. He has proven himself an artist that can create and recreate old bikes. He has respect in shops that are considered hostile because of gang affiliations, even local shops will send work to him. But because sister wouldn't allow him to actually repair a motorcycle correctly, they are telling people that he doesn't know what he is doing. My husband lost $600 dollars on this repair, because they refused to pay for his labor. They took the bike and are now paying a tweeker (meth addict) $45 and hour to repair the bike. This tweeker is lieing about the state of the bike, and also tore down the wrong side of the motorcycle. My husband wasn't happy. But when his sister came into his shop to buy brake pads, she snubbed him. He said hi, she rolled her eyes and looked away. Then later his mother called from said sisters home and said that the fiance and his father were mad at him, and basically said that sister says that she was screwed. My husband has never screwed anyone over. Even when he was using, he was still loyal and honorable. Husband went off. My husband is very laid back, he never raises his voice. And when he told me the story he was yelling. I asked if he had talked to his mother this way, and he said no, louder. When his parents came out this weekend, his mother told me that sister had really hurt husband. I am no longer on the bad guy list for chewing her out. Now the family sees that I was defending husband, and everything that I said was true. Things will get worse for sister if her fiance doesn't stop telling people that my husband doesn't know what he is doing. In husband's line of work, word of mouth is very very important. And one person can ruin a good rep.
Ok, that was long, but all true. I feel much better about our relationship.
Our dear friend Hooter came out this weekend. Next Sunday I will be taking him out to the town nearest to the farmstead. He has decided that if we are moving, then he too wants to go out there. (FYI he lives in the ghetto, another reason he wants to move. At the time the house seemed fine. The location didn't bother him, but things ave gotten worse in that area. He only hopes he is able to sell) One thing about this town is that every 1st and 3rd Sunday of the month, thousands of motorcycles descend on it, all to eat at one small dinner. The town is about a block long, and most of the storefronts are empty. He wants to set up a shop there. Husband and him will only be open to the public on those weekends, appointment the rest of the week. The plus side for us, is that we will have a store front to sell produce, the closest grocery is 45 minutes away. If things get better, this idea might just work out well. It is a small town, more people live in the area, and it is right off a toll road.
I have also been concerned about having to cancel my Internet service because of funds. I have cheap dial-up, but still could use that money else where. Without easy access here I would have to stop blogging. I can check in once and awhile from a library, but that would be about it. My husband said no, I was too keep the dial-up. This is the only out of pocket expense that we have for entertainment, so it will stay. You people got lucky.
One last note before I go. I know, groan...Phelan you have been jabbering too long already!
Some of my long time readers know that every July I raise money for Farm Aid (check side bar for their web site) Looks like this year will be no different. The charity fundraiser has me blogging every 30 minutes for 24 hours straight. No sleep! In the past things have gotten very silly, and we always have fun. For those suspicious types, I never see the money you pledge, all that goes through Farm Aid, not me. I simply do something to encourage you to donate. If you click on the blogathon tag below, you can see past posts. I know it is still early to start talking about this, but I am not seeking pledges at this time. What I am doing is announcing that the first business for the 2009 blogathon to donate something to raffle off is Outer sports. They have generously donated $100 gift certificate. Go check out there website, and start thinking how you can spend that money. (not just sports gear, they have camping stuff, thermals, and knives, I have already gone through there, some great stuff). If you are interested in donating a prize to raffle off, please email me (address is in profile) and I will send you all the info, and answer any questions you may have.
However, something changed this weekend and made me feel a whole lot better about the situation. His parents came over, and I heard him tell his father about the plans with the farm, and my husband was smiling. Later I told husband how I was feeling, and he of course told me I take things to heart too easily. This is what he wants as well.
For those reading the comments left by other's that had caught the post. It's isn't a body image problem. I was complaining that all my jeans had these wonderfully placed holes in them. I was complaining about the lack of money, and just wanted a pair of pants that didn't show off my panties or bad hand stitching.
Part of the money complaint was based on one thing. The massive layoffs by the aircraft plants. This area thrives because of one thing, building airplanes. Hawker Beech will be laying off 44% of their employees. This affects my business and my husband's job. Without these top wage earners, no one can afford to bring their motorcycles in. And I, nor my produce selling neighbors can take food stamps, so we are starting to loose customers. One of my customers has been trading for homemade soaps. They are great! But I can't feed my livestock on that, and if too many people want to barter in this manner, I am doomed. All this was probably bad timing on my part. But we will have to fight it out to see how it will work.
We have just found ourselves in a nasty spot is all. Most of it is out of our hands. But we are still going to the farmstead, but it looks like we will have to sell the homestead sooner rather than later. That was another thing that I brought up. With things as they are, we will not be able to afford to hold on to the homestead. Winter is looking scary for us, already. The beginning of spring looked like things were going well, suddenly the brakes were thrown on, and we are finding ourselves sinking. I have a job outside of the home, not much, only a couple days on the weekend, but earns enough money to keep us put. Unless things dramatically change at the shop. We will be selling before winter.
Now part of the problem I was fearing with the relationship of my husband and I, was what had happened between his sister and I. He never once said anything bad about me, but he didn't seem to fully support me either. That changed this weekend. Sister's fiance is talking smack about husband. My husband is well known in several States as one of the best Shovelhead mechanics around. He has earned this rep after years of walking the walk, and ne'er saying a word. He has proven himself an artist that can create and recreate old bikes. He has respect in shops that are considered hostile because of gang affiliations, even local shops will send work to him. But because sister wouldn't allow him to actually repair a motorcycle correctly, they are telling people that he doesn't know what he is doing. My husband lost $600 dollars on this repair, because they refused to pay for his labor. They took the bike and are now paying a tweeker (meth addict) $45 and hour to repair the bike. This tweeker is lieing about the state of the bike, and also tore down the wrong side of the motorcycle. My husband wasn't happy. But when his sister came into his shop to buy brake pads, she snubbed him. He said hi, she rolled her eyes and looked away. Then later his mother called from said sisters home and said that the fiance and his father were mad at him, and basically said that sister says that she was screwed. My husband has never screwed anyone over. Even when he was using, he was still loyal and honorable. Husband went off. My husband is very laid back, he never raises his voice. And when he told me the story he was yelling. I asked if he had talked to his mother this way, and he said no, louder. When his parents came out this weekend, his mother told me that sister had really hurt husband. I am no longer on the bad guy list for chewing her out. Now the family sees that I was defending husband, and everything that I said was true. Things will get worse for sister if her fiance doesn't stop telling people that my husband doesn't know what he is doing. In husband's line of work, word of mouth is very very important. And one person can ruin a good rep.
Ok, that was long, but all true. I feel much better about our relationship.
Our dear friend Hooter came out this weekend. Next Sunday I will be taking him out to the town nearest to the farmstead. He has decided that if we are moving, then he too wants to go out there. (FYI he lives in the ghetto, another reason he wants to move. At the time the house seemed fine. The location didn't bother him, but things ave gotten worse in that area. He only hopes he is able to sell) One thing about this town is that every 1st and 3rd Sunday of the month, thousands of motorcycles descend on it, all to eat at one small dinner. The town is about a block long, and most of the storefronts are empty. He wants to set up a shop there. Husband and him will only be open to the public on those weekends, appointment the rest of the week. The plus side for us, is that we will have a store front to sell produce, the closest grocery is 45 minutes away. If things get better, this idea might just work out well. It is a small town, more people live in the area, and it is right off a toll road.
I have also been concerned about having to cancel my Internet service because of funds. I have cheap dial-up, but still could use that money else where. Without easy access here I would have to stop blogging. I can check in once and awhile from a library, but that would be about it. My husband said no, I was too keep the dial-up. This is the only out of pocket expense that we have for entertainment, so it will stay. You people got lucky.
One last note before I go. I know, groan...Phelan you have been jabbering too long already!
Some of my long time readers know that every July I raise money for Farm Aid (check side bar for their web site) Looks like this year will be no different. The charity fundraiser has me blogging every 30 minutes for 24 hours straight. No sleep! In the past things have gotten very silly, and we always have fun. For those suspicious types, I never see the money you pledge, all that goes through Farm Aid, not me. I simply do something to encourage you to donate. If you click on the blogathon tag below, you can see past posts. I know it is still early to start talking about this, but I am not seeking pledges at this time. What I am doing is announcing that the first business for the 2009 blogathon to donate something to raffle off is Outer sports. They have generously donated $100 gift certificate. Go check out there website, and start thinking how you can spend that money. (not just sports gear, they have camping stuff, thermals, and knives, I have already gone through there, some great stuff). If you are interested in donating a prize to raffle off, please email me (address is in profile) and I will send you all the info, and answer any questions you may have.
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