Do you remember last year when we were pushing bales up on trucks, and I thought I might have hurt something?
Husband thinks I herniated my diaphragm. I have been in pain for the past 2 days. I can't sleep as I can't get comfortable. Nothing seems to be helping it. And I have tried everything. It isn't so bad this morning. Feels like I was kicked the day before and just sore now. Husband says if the hernia is bad enough, I will need surgery for it. ~sigh~ Luckily it doesn't hurt all the time, just occasionally.
We had our first hard freeze last night. Growing season is now officially over. I will go out and pull the rest of my produce out of the garden, those items that improve with one frost and put the garden to bed.
We have been gathering all the animal manure around here and tilling it into the garden. It should be a wonderfully rich soil in the spring.
Be back Monday with the first of the Depression gifts! Thanks for more ideas. Please, if you have something, share it.
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Friday, November 05, 2010
Thursday, November 04, 2010
It's the thought that counts
Last year I did a series called Depression Gifts. And since it was so popular. . . ummm. . . .haha! Since I had a grand time with it, I am bringing it back this year.
Click on the picture to see last years crafts.
I am not very good at this craft thing. I'm honest about that. If you have a project that a simpleton can do, please tell me about it. So I can try it out. No promises on how nice it will turn out though.
From now until the week of Christmas I will post at least 1 depression gift a week.
It was indeed a good time last year, trying out new things. And all the gifts were well received (to my face) Let's see what happens this year.
Click on the picture to see last years crafts.
I am not very good at this craft thing. I'm honest about that. If you have a project that a simpleton can do, please tell me about it. So I can try it out. No promises on how nice it will turn out though.
From now until the week of Christmas I will post at least 1 depression gift a week.
It was indeed a good time last year, trying out new things. And all the gifts were well received (to my face) Let's see what happens this year.
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
The Neophyte Wedding ~Word Addition/ Part 2
"Chicken and gasoline!"
I was standing by the back porch when I heard my little brother start the show. I think he called Moses Dr. Satan.
(Stole some of these following pictures off of Facebook from others)
Husband went as Charles Manson.
We headed out. Hooter ushered the Mothers to their spot in the circle. Except he took them around the outside of the circle, and not through. And that the circle was not a circle, looked more like a bunch of grown ups gearing up for a game of red rover. My stepfather dressed as the mad hatter, escorted me to my waiting Husband. Husband was all grins, which in turn made me smile. I looked around.
How wonderful that so many people showed up, and dressed up! Hannibal even brought a snack
"Let the congregation be standing." Pastor Mark at least got giggles from Husband and I. The ceremony was wonderful. I hope to get a copy of all Pastor Mark said. He had 5 commandments for us, he had ten "But left the other tablet in the truck." Pastor Mark did his research on Samhain, and all Saint's day. He said we were there for American tradition, Christian tradition, and Scottish. . . . I looked at husband, he's the Scotch. I hear someone behind me, better watch it preacher man, and "Them fightin' words" from another. Pastor Mark smiled, he was being silly. My mother ran around taking photos. Husband say he thought she was heckling . All I heard was Amen's and yes God. But I turned just about everything but Husband and Pastor Mark off. At one point Pastor Mark seemed to be having a problem flipping the pages of his speech, "Tablets stick sometimes" he smiled.
He said we were very unique people. and that most people would think Halloween was a bad choice for a wedding. But as he listed the wonderful things that happen and what is meant by Samhain, he said that in reality, it was a perfect day for a wedding.
Husband grinned like the Cheshire cat through the entire thing. The wind however decided to blow our hair into our faces.
We said our vows.
And had our kiss.
Our friend Jerry taped the entire affair. And Husband threw candy money to the guests.
"Lets get some Mudder Fuuudgin' Chicken!" Captain Spaulding announced (you have to have seen the movie to appreciate it).
The lamb and turkey took it's sweet time being carved and brought out. The rest of the food had gone cold by the time it arrived. The soups were warm though, we had them over the campfire. The Red onion soup was gone quickly. Everyone seemed to have high praise for it.
While waiting for the meats, The Best man poured our wine and we toasted. Then We cut our cake, with a machete.
The wine wasn't too awful. A little spicy, and not as sweet as Husband would have liked.
Hooter caught the garter (which was a she-ninja garter, black with a rose handled knife) and My Bride's maid caught the single white rose that my maid of Honor bound (like my hair) in red twine.
Finally the food arrived, and we ate. That was about all there was to the reception. Most people worked the next day, and none of the two bands that said they were going to play, showed. Little Brian and Confused stayed the longest. We drank mulled hot spiced cider, and hung out around the fire laughing. Telling stories and the such. It was a pleasant evening. The wind was too much to keep the jack o' lanterns aglow however.
And that, it so many words,, was The Neophyte Wedding.
~I realize now that I have a lot of friends with odd names ~
I was standing by the back porch when I heard my little brother start the show. I think he called Moses Dr. Satan.
(Stole some of these following pictures off of Facebook from others)
Husband went as Charles Manson.
We headed out. Hooter ushered the Mothers to their spot in the circle. Except he took them around the outside of the circle, and not through. And that the circle was not a circle, looked more like a bunch of grown ups gearing up for a game of red rover. My stepfather dressed as the mad hatter, escorted me to my waiting Husband. Husband was all grins, which in turn made me smile. I looked around.
How wonderful that so many people showed up, and dressed up! Hannibal even brought a snack
"Let the congregation be standing." Pastor Mark at least got giggles from Husband and I. The ceremony was wonderful. I hope to get a copy of all Pastor Mark said. He had 5 commandments for us, he had ten "But left the other tablet in the truck." Pastor Mark did his research on Samhain, and all Saint's day. He said we were there for American tradition, Christian tradition, and Scottish. . . . I looked at husband, he's the Scotch. I hear someone behind me, better watch it preacher man, and "Them fightin' words" from another. Pastor Mark smiled, he was being silly. My mother ran around taking photos. Husband say he thought she was heckling . All I heard was Amen's and yes God. But I turned just about everything but Husband and Pastor Mark off. At one point Pastor Mark seemed to be having a problem flipping the pages of his speech, "Tablets stick sometimes" he smiled.
He said we were very unique people. and that most people would think Halloween was a bad choice for a wedding. But as he listed the wonderful things that happen and what is meant by Samhain, he said that in reality, it was a perfect day for a wedding.
Husband grinned like the Cheshire cat through the entire thing. The wind however decided to blow our hair into our faces.
We said our vows.
And had our kiss.
Our friend Jerry taped the entire affair. And Husband threw candy money to the guests.
"Lets get some Mudder Fuuudgin' Chicken!" Captain Spaulding announced (you have to have seen the movie to appreciate it).
The lamb and turkey took it's sweet time being carved and brought out. The rest of the food had gone cold by the time it arrived. The soups were warm though, we had them over the campfire. The Red onion soup was gone quickly. Everyone seemed to have high praise for it.
While waiting for the meats, The Best man poured our wine and we toasted. Then We cut our cake, with a machete.
The wine wasn't too awful. A little spicy, and not as sweet as Husband would have liked.
Hooter caught the garter (which was a she-ninja garter, black with a rose handled knife) and My Bride's maid caught the single white rose that my maid of Honor bound (like my hair) in red twine.
Finally the food arrived, and we ate. That was about all there was to the reception. Most people worked the next day, and none of the two bands that said they were going to play, showed. Little Brian and Confused stayed the longest. We drank mulled hot spiced cider, and hung out around the fire laughing. Telling stories and the such. It was a pleasant evening. The wind was too much to keep the jack o' lanterns aglow however.
And that, it so many words,, was The Neophyte Wedding.
~I realize now that I have a lot of friends with odd names ~
Monday, November 01, 2010
The Neophyte Wedding ~ Word Addition/part 1
Due to some technical difficulties, I have yet to get all the photos from the wedding. I do have a few from my camera, so we will work with those as I tell you want went down.
Husband was nervous. Even Captain Spaulding pointed it out to me later. Husband was yelling at everyone, this is odd for him as he never raises his voice. He even yelled at Large for the car not having gas. Large is 13, it wasn't his fault. Large was confused, but was able to laugh it off later. So Sunday morning was a little rough and tense. To be honest, I am not sure why. We have been together 14 years, and married for 7. I guess the display of it was an issue, not sure what was going on in his head.
My Maid of Honor arrived with my brother (captain Spaulding) Late Friday Evening. Bringing the bouquet she made for me.
That's when things really started. We butchered the lamb and the turkey without a problem, while Large went to a Library teen Halloween party. I started on some cooking and some last minute house scrub down. I asked Husband to stop and get the table and chairs as well as apples from Brain Wheel. Alas! He didn't. He showed up at home after work on Saturday without any of the much needed items. Sunday became crunch time as we had but a few hours to get everything finished up, as well as do all our regular chores.
Saturday also meant pumpkin carving for us all.
Later that evening one of Husband's client's arrived with another 16 jack o' lanterns. It was our wedding gift. So many more than I thought he would bring us.
My brother and future s-i-l ran around purchasing last minute items. While Husband yelled at everyone and the chickens, and I cooked up a frenzy.
Butternut Squash Soup
The neighbor across the way's son arrived. He was smoking the turkey and lamb for us as our wedding gift. We had picked up some pecan wood from Brain Wheel just for this. As he smoked, we cooked and decorated.
Skippymom had sent a box of goody bags for the kids. This was all that was left in the morning.
Hooter arrived a little after 3pm.
Brain Wheel, who was also going to be an usher, couldn't make it. One of his injuries from that bike vs car accident isn't healing properly (yes 2 years later) and is on forced bed rest. He can not be in his chair for more than 15 minutes at a time. He and his wife were going to come as Ozzy and Sharon.
I instructed Hooter on how things were going to go. I told him how to get people to park and showed him were the circle for the ceremony was to be. He took it all in as anyone named Hooter would do such a thing, as we shall find out later. Meanwhile I took a shower.
My mother arrived and it was time for me to start getting ready. Suddenly my house was full of people! Wait! NO! everyone should be outside so I could get ready. Hooter took Husband out to get his make-up done, so there was no one to usher these people. I think I saw my wedding cake zoom by at one point. Too much chaos was happening, and I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable. My bride's maid arrived with everyone else, and I had little time to say much to her.
Husband's mother says take a good look because you will never see her dress like this again!
I almost forgot, right after Hooter, Foxfire arrived. She is someone I have known for a year and have never met. We play an online RPG together. She drove 5 hours to be here. Dressed as a pirate. Her foster daughter was Snow White. They brought Husband and I a treasure chest with goblets, wine, cow patties and chocolate covered potato chips!
The only regret I have for this night was that I didn't get to spend more time with her and Rat, who I haven't seen in 8 years. She (Rat) is the reason Husband and I are together.
I digress, things were getting a bit too busy for me, and I needed to get ready. I managed to slip away with my mother to get my hair done and my make-up. Wouldn't you believe it, that not I, nor my mother or s-i-l own a hair curler. That threw a loop into the plans. Instead I opted for a more traditional braid look (7 braids). We put demi-dye Chrome in my hair. I glued my slit throat on, and mother started my makeup. She did it a bit lighter this time, more heron sheik than zombie bash.
I hear Husband yelling down the hall at me. His best man finally arrived. It was already after 5pm, he should have arrived around 3pm. I headed out to great him. He and his wife are dressed as Bonnie and Clyde. They looked great! I had to ask where his guitar was. And he looked at me with a blank expression. He forgot all about playing me down the aisle! My head started to hurt. Rarely do we do big events. Rarely do husband and I call ourselves out to be special. So I am not sure what the proper thing to do here. Suddenly the best man asks, "do you have any instruments here?" I happened to have a 20 year old Yamaha key board. He picked Chopin, rather than the Mozart I wanted, but at this point I was no longer picky. He learned to play Funeral March in 5 minutes just by listening to it here
With the Best Man practicing, I was back in the bathroom. Time for the corset. My mother was having a heck of a time lacing it up. "Who did this for you last time?" husband "well he is a better woman then I." I couldn't stop laughing. After a few fumbling minutes I hear my Maid of Honor in the hall. I called out for her to come in.
Do you remember me mentioning that I asked my Maid of honor to dress like Xena?
(she hates this pic, will get one that doesn't look so ticked off at me to post later)
Well she took it a bit too seriously. I am busy sucking it in, holding my breath, waiting for this corset to cinch up when I hear "The door won't open." And "which way, in or out?" and crack, and then turning to see Xena tearing the bathroom door off it's hinges! She opened it the wrong direction. I told her she had to tell husband, because I wasn't going to. She would later, and husband would laugh. I however needed to be tortured a bit into my costume. Then a bit o' blood from my cut throat, and keeping it off my corset and I was good. The preacher was still a no show. As I did my best back bend (a fx blood thing) Husband is standing in the hall out of sight. "Pastor Mark called, he is running late but will be here in time for the ceremony"
Do you laugh here? I mean that was a joke right? There is no ceremony until the preacher man arrives.
Honestly, things got a bit hectic and blurry for a bit. Too much happening, too many people in my house wanting my attention. Suddenly Pastor Mark is in my living room, and I am yelling at Hooter to freakin' usher!
Husband was nervous. Even Captain Spaulding pointed it out to me later. Husband was yelling at everyone, this is odd for him as he never raises his voice. He even yelled at Large for the car not having gas. Large is 13, it wasn't his fault. Large was confused, but was able to laugh it off later. So Sunday morning was a little rough and tense. To be honest, I am not sure why. We have been together 14 years, and married for 7. I guess the display of it was an issue, not sure what was going on in his head.
My Maid of Honor arrived with my brother (captain Spaulding) Late Friday Evening. Bringing the bouquet she made for me.
That's when things really started. We butchered the lamb and the turkey without a problem, while Large went to a Library teen Halloween party. I started on some cooking and some last minute house scrub down. I asked Husband to stop and get the table and chairs as well as apples from Brain Wheel. Alas! He didn't. He showed up at home after work on Saturday without any of the much needed items. Sunday became crunch time as we had but a few hours to get everything finished up, as well as do all our regular chores.
Saturday also meant pumpkin carving for us all.
Later that evening one of Husband's client's arrived with another 16 jack o' lanterns. It was our wedding gift. So many more than I thought he would bring us.
My brother and future s-i-l ran around purchasing last minute items. While Husband yelled at everyone and the chickens, and I cooked up a frenzy.
Butternut Squash Soup
The neighbor across the way's son arrived. He was smoking the turkey and lamb for us as our wedding gift. We had picked up some pecan wood from Brain Wheel just for this. As he smoked, we cooked and decorated.
Skippymom had sent a box of goody bags for the kids. This was all that was left in the morning.
Hooter arrived a little after 3pm.
Brain Wheel, who was also going to be an usher, couldn't make it. One of his injuries from that bike vs car accident isn't healing properly (yes 2 years later) and is on forced bed rest. He can not be in his chair for more than 15 minutes at a time. He and his wife were going to come as Ozzy and Sharon.
I instructed Hooter on how things were going to go. I told him how to get people to park and showed him were the circle for the ceremony was to be. He took it all in as anyone named Hooter would do such a thing, as we shall find out later. Meanwhile I took a shower.
My mother arrived and it was time for me to start getting ready. Suddenly my house was full of people! Wait! NO! everyone should be outside so I could get ready. Hooter took Husband out to get his make-up done, so there was no one to usher these people. I think I saw my wedding cake zoom by at one point. Too much chaos was happening, and I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable. My bride's maid arrived with everyone else, and I had little time to say much to her.
Husband's mother says take a good look because you will never see her dress like this again!
I almost forgot, right after Hooter, Foxfire arrived. She is someone I have known for a year and have never met. We play an online RPG together. She drove 5 hours to be here. Dressed as a pirate. Her foster daughter was Snow White. They brought Husband and I a treasure chest with goblets, wine, cow patties and chocolate covered potato chips!
The only regret I have for this night was that I didn't get to spend more time with her and Rat, who I haven't seen in 8 years. She (Rat) is the reason Husband and I are together.
I digress, things were getting a bit too busy for me, and I needed to get ready. I managed to slip away with my mother to get my hair done and my make-up. Wouldn't you believe it, that not I, nor my mother or s-i-l own a hair curler. That threw a loop into the plans. Instead I opted for a more traditional braid look (7 braids). We put demi-dye Chrome in my hair. I glued my slit throat on, and mother started my makeup. She did it a bit lighter this time, more heron sheik than zombie bash.
I hear Husband yelling down the hall at me. His best man finally arrived. It was already after 5pm, he should have arrived around 3pm. I headed out to great him. He and his wife are dressed as Bonnie and Clyde. They looked great! I had to ask where his guitar was. And he looked at me with a blank expression. He forgot all about playing me down the aisle! My head started to hurt. Rarely do we do big events. Rarely do husband and I call ourselves out to be special. So I am not sure what the proper thing to do here. Suddenly the best man asks, "do you have any instruments here?" I happened to have a 20 year old Yamaha key board. He picked Chopin, rather than the Mozart I wanted, but at this point I was no longer picky. He learned to play Funeral March in 5 minutes just by listening to it here
With the Best Man practicing, I was back in the bathroom. Time for the corset. My mother was having a heck of a time lacing it up. "Who did this for you last time?" husband "well he is a better woman then I." I couldn't stop laughing. After a few fumbling minutes I hear my Maid of Honor in the hall. I called out for her to come in.
Do you remember me mentioning that I asked my Maid of honor to dress like Xena?
(she hates this pic, will get one that doesn't look so ticked off at me to post later)
Well she took it a bit too seriously. I am busy sucking it in, holding my breath, waiting for this corset to cinch up when I hear "The door won't open." And "which way, in or out?" and crack, and then turning to see Xena tearing the bathroom door off it's hinges! She opened it the wrong direction. I told her she had to tell husband, because I wasn't going to. She would later, and husband would laugh. I however needed to be tortured a bit into my costume. Then a bit o' blood from my cut throat, and keeping it off my corset and I was good. The preacher was still a no show. As I did my best back bend (a fx blood thing) Husband is standing in the hall out of sight. "Pastor Mark called, he is running late but will be here in time for the ceremony"
Do you laugh here? I mean that was a joke right? There is no ceremony until the preacher man arrives.
Honestly, things got a bit hectic and blurry for a bit. Too much happening, too many people in my house wanting my attention. Suddenly Pastor Mark is in my living room, and I am yelling at Hooter to freakin' usher!
A tease
Moses there is Pastor Mark. He did a great job! Medium took this photo. Will post more when I get them.
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