Sometimes I have these crazy thoughts, lets call them pie in the sky notions.
I see something somewhere that I have never seen before and I get all pie eyed with wonder.
Wednesday
Sunday
Rhubarb Torte Dessert
Rhubarb.
Growing up in Southern California I never heard of such a thing.
My mid-western mother surely had, but I'm guessing there wasn't an over abundance of rhubarb in the produce isle in our suburb of Los Angeles.
Fabric Spray Paint Shirt and Banner
Often times when someone is getting crafty around the Ranch it's #2 daughter and not me.
I walk by the dining room table and it gets the all clear, then 5 minutes later it's covered in a project.
She is a spur of the moment crafter.
Her older brother bought some canvas, and some fabric paint then enlisted her to make a colorful banner for his band for an outdoor summer gig.
I walk by the dining room table and it gets the all clear, then 5 minutes later it's covered in a project.
She is a spur of the moment crafter.
Her older brother bought some canvas, and some fabric paint then enlisted her to make a colorful banner for his band for an outdoor summer gig.
Thursday
At Kirby's Place
Maybe some of you can tell by my sometimes wordy project posts, I really do like to write.
I wrote a play when I was 10 years old and forced the neighborhood kids to act it out. A murder mystery - I liked those even back then. The victim was Mrs. Knotta Live. I know.... oh brother! What can I say, I was 10.
I wrote a play when I was 10 years old and forced the neighborhood kids to act it out. A murder mystery - I liked those even back then. The victim was Mrs. Knotta Live. I know.... oh brother! What can I say, I was 10.
Tuesday
Hankie Noodle Dandy
Once upon a time on a pool noodle far far away, I made a wreath for the 4th of July.
I linked this up to a pool noodle party.
I was quite proud of myself so I'm reposting
this from 2 years ago for one reason only.....
And that reason is how freaking clever I am sometimes!
But I'm not referring to the project - even though I liked it.
Friday
Turn Up The Radio...Bar
we do it every day
For every minute I have to work -
I need a minute of play
Day in day out all week long -
Saturday
Beware of Sharks.... Pool Sign
When crafty kids get bored often times they crack open the paint and design weird stuff.
On canvas.
At least that's how it works at my house.
Then when they're done painting a usually random vision, they expect me to hang it somewhere.
And more times than not, it just doesn't match my decor.
I wasn't hanging that shark in the kitchen.
Instead I got out some of the cedar lats I picked up for a couple bucks for a stack of about 50, as well as my sample pots of Maison Blanche paint and figured out where I could hang a great white shark.
On canvas.
At least that's how it works at my house.
Then when they're done painting a usually random vision, they expect me to hang it somewhere.
And more times than not, it just doesn't match my decor.
I wasn't hanging that shark in the kitchen.
Instead I got out some of the cedar lats I picked up for a couple bucks for a stack of about 50, as well as my sample pots of Maison Blanche paint and figured out where I could hang a great white shark.
Thursday
Battle of the Gray Grey Greige Rugs
With an A not an E.
Gray Choices |
Someone answer that for me....
and while you're at it, answer which rug I like better, which would go best under my dining room table, and does greige go fine with a very deep espresso color?
Tuesday
Mailbox Makeover, Part 2
When last I typed about the mailbox here in Part 1, I was heading down the driveway with a bucket of water, scrub brush and paint in hand to complete the mailbox makeover.
Part of that actually took place. I may or may not have scrubbed the rocks enough to get the cement grout off.
Part of that actually took place. I may or may not have scrubbed the rocks enough to get the cement grout off.
Friday
Summer Sandals for Sore Heels
This is a post about shoes. Summer sandals to be exact.
It might seem like I have a shoe problem buying them up in three's, I assure you I do not. I buy shoes only when I have too, it's agony for me.
And I also assure you..... I had too.
But I probably didn't need three, unless I wear them for 10 years to be cost effective like my last pair.
My 10 year old flip flops were mostly a flop. I realized it the other day when I flipped them off and my son asked if that was dried blood on one.
It might seem like I have a shoe problem buying them up in three's, I assure you I do not. I buy shoes only when I have too, it's agony for me.
And I also assure you..... I had too.
But I probably didn't need three, unless I wear them for 10 years to be cost effective like my last pair.
Wednesday
Part 1 Mailbox Makeover
Sometimes a project around here isn't intended to reach perfection, it's just intended to reach done.
Like this mailbox.
We can't see our mailbox from the house, it's 1/4 mile down our driveway. Anyone else who drives by can see it, but they can't see the house.
It's the first point of contact for what may lie down the long and winding road.
It's a big box, the kind that can have a whole package stuffed inside it, and a few days ago it was in a sorry state of disarray.
At one time it had little black painted lats of wood on it which worked good till someone with a beer bottle wanted to toss the empty out of their car window before they hit town.
That was the downhill spiral of the wood, and one by one over the course of a year each lat fell or started to hang off the box leaving people to wonder if down the long driveway you would find a house with boarded up windows.
So I got this brilliant idea to adhere landscape rocks to the mailbox and then it would match our stone pillars.
I wasn't aiming for perfection, I just wanted it a bit tougher so it could handle someone elses aim or anything that's thrown at it - literally.
Not spending any money was a top priority, so reusing what we had was necessity. At any time the mailbox could fall victim to teenage pranks, and I didn't want to cry over an empty beer bottle that my fancy, pricey, new mailbox needed to be replaced.
All was going well....
I made a high tech tool out of a soda lid to use as a spreader for the glue.
The cement was mixed and poured over the rocks as a grout....
A trusty paint stirrer stick was used by Brawn to sculpt away excess cement....
And when I turned my back the man decided to use up some old paint on the mailbox roof without consulting me.
What the helll? I know this was a low expectation project, but I wasn't going for little red barn mister!
I didn't hold back, I let my feelings out...... I exclaimed that it looked like schidtt.
Lovingly of course.
I was promptly handed a paint brush.
Then, much like this post, the mailbox project came to a screeching halt.
Done or not, dirty rocks, red roof and all, it needed to be returned to it's post since it had already missed a couple days of mail delivery.
But first I got out a can of gray spray paint.
And now, because it's so much easier to haul a bucket of water 1/4 mile to wash the rocks instead of when it was right up by the house, I will pack up a scrub brush, take some gray paint, and stand on the road washing and painting for all the world to see.
And that has me mad.
Why? Because I like to paint in my jammies.
Guess I have to get dressed for this task.
The mailbox and me will be back in a day or two, both of us dressed, but only one being revealed.
Like this mailbox.
Thin piece of cement board attached for starters |
It's the first point of contact for what may lie down the long and winding road.
It's a big box, the kind that can have a whole package stuffed inside it, and a few days ago it was in a sorry state of disarray.
Faux roof and cement board backing |
That was the downhill spiral of the wood, and one by one over the course of a year each lat fell or started to hang off the box leaving people to wonder if down the long driveway you would find a house with boarded up windows.
Notice the chicken? |
I wasn't aiming for perfection, I just wanted it a bit tougher so it could handle someone elses aim or anything that's thrown at it - literally.
Not spending any money was a top priority, so reusing what we had was necessity. At any time the mailbox could fall victim to teenage pranks, and I didn't want to cry over an empty beer bottle that my fancy, pricey, new mailbox needed to be replaced.
All was going well....
I made a high tech tool out of a soda lid to use as a spreader for the glue.
The cement was mixed and poured over the rocks as a grout....
A trusty paint stirrer stick was used by Brawn to sculpt away excess cement....
What the helll? I know this was a low expectation project, but I wasn't going for little red barn mister!
I didn't hold back, I let my feelings out...... I exclaimed that it looked like schidtt.
Lovingly of course.
I was promptly handed a paint brush.
Then, much like this post, the mailbox project came to a screeching halt.
Done or not, dirty rocks, red roof and all, it needed to be returned to it's post since it had already missed a couple days of mail delivery.
But first I got out a can of gray spray paint.
And now, because it's so much easier to haul a bucket of water 1/4 mile to wash the rocks instead of when it was right up by the house, I will pack up a scrub brush, take some gray paint, and stand on the road washing and painting for all the world to see.
And that has me mad.
Why? Because I like to paint in my jammies.
Guess I have to get dressed for this task.
The mailbox and me will be back in a day or two, both of us dressed, but only one being revealed.
Sunday
Painting Fabric Chairs, The Review
Two weeks ago in part A, I set out to paint our old upholstered wing back dining room chairs. They no longer matched the rest of the set, one of them was ripped on the seat, dirty and 20 years old.
Not to mention the sage green and cranberry colors were long gone in the dining room.
The fabric however was still nice and tight, the chairs were put together very well, especially considering the years of use - or abuse - they have had.
Thursday
Spool Patio Table
When Brawn is left on his own, I never know what he's going to come up with.
On the to-do list last year was to make some sort of a patio table.
Tuesday
How Does My Garden Grow?
Recall I started seeds this year in my empty disposable coffee maker cups, you can read about that {here}.
They actually grew and needed to be planted but the weekends were flying by and out the window my vision of a big beautiful garden flew too.
So I went to Pinterest and entered these words..... "Vegetable Container Garden".
They actually grew and needed to be planted but the weekends were flying by and out the window my vision of a big beautiful garden flew too.
So I went to Pinterest and entered these words..... "Vegetable Container Garden".
Sunday
Finding My Style At From My Front Porch To Yours
My post this weekend is an invitation to stop in for a visit with Pamela at From My Front Porch To Yours, where she has a series called "How I Found My Style Sunday's.
I'm this Sundays guest, but just what is my style?
Here we are, in the thick of a Memorial Day weekend. Many people are doing a bit of reflecting and attending ceremonies.
Spring cleaning.
Camping, fishing, picnics.
Some folks are firing up the bbq, and cracking open a cold one right at home.
That's me. Happiest right in my own backyard.
Brawn comes from a family of 12 siblings 7 boys, five girls - absorb for a moment how many in-laws that creates once they all get married.
We used to do a big family weekend at random cabin resorts in Northern Minnesota where we could all bond over bonfires and beer. I guess that weekend was really for all us in-laws and outlaws to get to know each other, because those 12 kids had bonded years ago.
Anyway, after 15 years of doing that, some of the siblings decided to group together and buy their own resort on a lake. At the time we were asked if we wanted in on that venture, we declined.
Minnesota is known as the land of 10,000 lakes, and if you are fortunate enough to live on one you really have a year round resort right in your backyard.
One of our boys asked us how come we didn't want to be a fourth partner in the lake resort.
Well son....because we have our own resort everyday, so we didn't need to pack up the car for a second job of cutting grass 2 hours away.
And hanging with the in-laws wasn't how I wanted to spend every weekend. Yeah, well I'm sure most of them didn't want to hang with me that much either.
So instead I had time to leisurely find my style right at home as we created a place where kids could still make houses out of appliance boxes...
And as they grow up roast hot dogs, have a brew or two, invite friends over, and do it all right in our own backyard.
So if you would like to read what I think the style of Bliss Ranch is, ya'll are gonna have to head down South to Texas and see what secrets I shared at From My Front Porch To Yours.
I'm this Sundays guest, but just what is my style?
Here we are, in the thick of a Memorial Day weekend. Many people are doing a bit of reflecting and attending ceremonies.
Spring cleaning.
Camping, fishing, picnics.
Some folks are firing up the bbq, and cracking open a cold one right at home.
That's me. Happiest right in my own backyard.
As our trees turn green |
We used to do a big family weekend at random cabin resorts in Northern Minnesota where we could all bond over bonfires and beer. I guess that weekend was really for all us in-laws and outlaws to get to know each other, because those 12 kids had bonded years ago.
Anyway, after 15 years of doing that, some of the siblings decided to group together and buy their own resort on a lake. At the time we were asked if we wanted in on that venture, we declined.
Minnesota is known as the land of 10,000 lakes, and if you are fortunate enough to live on one you really have a year round resort right in your backyard.
Home Sweet Home |
Well son....because we have our own resort everyday, so we didn't need to pack up the car for a second job of cutting grass 2 hours away.
And hanging with the in-laws wasn't how I wanted to spend every weekend. Yeah, well I'm sure most of them didn't want to hang with me that much either.
So instead I had time to leisurely find my style right at home as we created a place where kids could still make houses out of appliance boxes...
And as they grow up roast hot dogs, have a brew or two, invite friends over, and do it all right in our own backyard.
Last Night |
Wednesday
$20 Bistro Set
When last I typed, I told of my fabric painting of two wing-back chairs.
I had a little issue....... I ran out of paint. I remedied the problem and they are now ready to be waxed and will be coming soon.
Almost two weeks later. Story of my life.
So in the meantime I crossed a few other things off on my to-do list.
I picked up this little bistro set at a garage sale last Fall for a deck off the master bedroom. I thought I was getting a good deal at $20 for the three piece set.
I had a little issue....... I ran out of paint. I remedied the problem and they are now ready to be waxed and will be coming soon.
Almost two weeks later. Story of my life.
So in the meantime I crossed a few other things off on my to-do list.
I picked up this little bistro set at a garage sale last Fall for a deck off the master bedroom. I thought I was getting a good deal at $20 for the three piece set.
Monday
Painting Fabric With Paint
It was a dark and cloudy day..... (really)
I was out of scheduled posts...... (which took 3 months to happen)
At 6:53 the night before, I read a post from Andi at Delusions of Ingenuity........
And by noon the next day I was painting wing back chairs with Annie Sloan Old White Chalk paint and CeCe Caldwells' Virginia Chestnut, on a quest to use up all my different remnants of paints.
Also very skeptical of the process, but I trust Andi's opinion.
Sunday
An Essay on Mom Stuff
An essay on random Mom stuff on Mothers Day.
By me.
I'll try to keep it short and simple, since sometimes I really do think I could write a book on the subject of parenthood.
But there are already plenty out there.
I'm an expert at almost nothing, but that's not to say there are not things I don't do well. Even things I do very well, I wouldn't claim to be an expert on - just because that's the way I am, you know?
I can paint a wicked dresser or a dresser wicked, and maybe use clever wit like nobody's business.
However there is always someone better at or more learned in the things I do well, and claiming to be an expert at any of them seems boastful.
So not being an expert, it's hard for me to be boastful on things I might be good at.
With the exception of one thing.
Being a mom.
On that I boast here and now.... I am an expert.
I've long thought it, but would never actually admit I did. For gosh sakes, aren't experts suppose to always be right about whatever it is they are experts about, and everything they do turns out, well... perfect and expert like?
My credentials are hung on the wall. Collages of hand made art work made specifically for me on Mudrs Day. Mudrs Day from a certain 6 year old who spells the way he speaks.
And while my credentials didn't come from any famous University, they did come from my toughest critics.
Six of the harshest critics who know my expertise inside out...... #1 son, #1 daughter, #2 son, #2 daughter, #3 son and #4 son.
Which adds up to six.
I'm sure I gleaned tidbits of information here and there from books. My two favorites are oldies, very oldies, that were passed on to me.
Those books don't deal with things like violence in school or limiting the internet, because both were unheard of when the books were originally written.
It's the basics, just the basics.
And the basics seem like a good place to start on the unintended road to being an unintended expert.
1. Children Are Wet Cement
I don't know if the current version is the same as the 30 year old one I was given. Parts stuck with me, and not only about my own kids, but about the way I treat other peoples kids. All these years later I should go back and read it again, just to see what it was that made an impression on me.
2. Making Children Mind Without Losing Yours.
This book too is in reprint, but the one I read was a 30 year old edition. I have no idea what it's about anymore, I just remember thinking the suggestions seemed realistic - and maintaining my sanity was a top priority.
I probably read other books from time to time, and of course magazine articles, but knowing me I also "filed" most advice in the round bin.
Saying I'm an expert at this motherhood gig doesn't mean I'm saying it always goes smooth, that I am a perfect mother, or that my kids are perfect.
Far from it, in fact those many imperfections are what taught me, the imperfect is how I gained my expertise.
It is said you learn more from your mistakes......
My kids like to point those mistakes out to me.
Of course I'm not the only expert out there, but I am the mistress of my own domain.
The six critics can heckle me all they want. The proof is in the pudding.
I don't mind if they "lovingly" point out my shortcomings, or where I made mistakes, because as I look right back at them I'm reassured I did more right than wrong.
I get heckled about facts like; there is sugared cereal now in the cabinet. The older ones think that means the younger ones are spoiled. I hate to tell them it really isn't that well thought out, it just means I buy what's on sale sometimes now.
Or maybe it means I no longer care what someone might think if they see a box of evil Frosted Flakes in my shopping cart.
With age comes wisdom. (And sometimes lack of).
I'm wise enough not to buy Frosted Flakes often, but I have the wisdom now that I don't really care what anyone thinks of my parenting if I do.
I like to believe it wasn't the lack of sugared cereal that caused the older kids to turn out well.
Certainly I had great dreams of what my children would become by using the talents they have, but really there was only one thing I truly wanted out of life for them.
To be happy.
That's the goal I set out with for each of my harshest critics.
So when they heckle me and "lovingly" point out where I went wrong with what I fed them, or the rules I set, it really doesn't matter much to me.
I met my goal.
By me.
I'll try to keep it short and simple, since sometimes I really do think I could write a book on the subject of parenthood.
But there are already plenty out there.
I'm an expert at almost nothing, but that's not to say there are not things I don't do well. Even things I do very well, I wouldn't claim to be an expert on - just because that's the way I am, you know?
I can paint a wicked dresser or a dresser wicked, and maybe use clever wit like nobody's business.
However there is always someone better at or more learned in the things I do well, and claiming to be an expert at any of them seems boastful.
So not being an expert, it's hard for me to be boastful on things I might be good at.
With the exception of one thing.
Being a mom.
On that I boast here and now.... I am an expert.
I've long thought it, but would never actually admit I did. For gosh sakes, aren't experts suppose to always be right about whatever it is they are experts about, and everything they do turns out, well... perfect and expert like?
My credentials are hung on the wall. Collages of hand made art work made specifically for me on Mudrs Day. Mudrs Day from a certain 6 year old who spells the way he speaks.
And while my credentials didn't come from any famous University, they did come from my toughest critics.
Six of the harshest critics who know my expertise inside out...... #1 son, #1 daughter, #2 son, #2 daughter, #3 son and #4 son.
Which adds up to six.
I'm sure I gleaned tidbits of information here and there from books. My two favorites are oldies, very oldies, that were passed on to me.
Those books don't deal with things like violence in school or limiting the internet, because both were unheard of when the books were originally written.
It's the basics, just the basics.
And the basics seem like a good place to start on the unintended road to being an unintended expert.
1. Children Are Wet Cement
I don't know if the current version is the same as the 30 year old one I was given. Parts stuck with me, and not only about my own kids, but about the way I treat other peoples kids. All these years later I should go back and read it again, just to see what it was that made an impression on me.
2. Making Children Mind Without Losing Yours.
This book too is in reprint, but the one I read was a 30 year old edition. I have no idea what it's about anymore, I just remember thinking the suggestions seemed realistic - and maintaining my sanity was a top priority.
I probably read other books from time to time, and of course magazine articles, but knowing me I also "filed" most advice in the round bin.
Saying I'm an expert at this motherhood gig doesn't mean I'm saying it always goes smooth, that I am a perfect mother, or that my kids are perfect.
Far from it, in fact those many imperfections are what taught me, the imperfect is how I gained my expertise.
It is said you learn more from your mistakes......
My kids like to point those mistakes out to me.
Of course I'm not the only expert out there, but I am the mistress of my own domain.
The six critics can heckle me all they want. The proof is in the pudding.
I don't mind if they "lovingly" point out my shortcomings, or where I made mistakes, because as I look right back at them I'm reassured I did more right than wrong.
I get heckled about facts like; there is sugared cereal now in the cabinet. The older ones think that means the younger ones are spoiled. I hate to tell them it really isn't that well thought out, it just means I buy what's on sale sometimes now.
Or maybe it means I no longer care what someone might think if they see a box of evil Frosted Flakes in my shopping cart.
With age comes wisdom. (And sometimes lack of).
I'm wise enough not to buy Frosted Flakes often, but I have the wisdom now that I don't really care what anyone thinks of my parenting if I do.
I like to believe it wasn't the lack of sugared cereal that caused the older kids to turn out well.
Certainly I had great dreams of what my children would become by using the talents they have, but really there was only one thing I truly wanted out of life for them.
To be happy.
That's the goal I set out with for each of my harshest critics.
So when they heckle me and "lovingly" point out where I went wrong with what I fed them, or the rules I set, it really doesn't matter much to me.
I met my goal.
Happy Mothers Day to all moms fumbling through the process.
I hope you meet your goals too.
Better yet, I hope your kids are pleased you met those goals.
In the end it really only matters what your harshest critics think of your expertise.
Friday
Betty's Vase
My friend Betty wanted a new vase for an empty corner in her living room. Betty has never read my blog so I can tell you that while I love shopping with Betty, buying a vase was no easy task. Hours. It took hours. TWO FRIGGEN HOURS!!! At the same store in the same isle.
Betty found a ceramic one she liked but it really wasn't tall enough, and the black, gray and white pattern made it look a bit too zebra-ish but it did have the colors she liked.
Other vases had too wide a mouth on top.
Then Betty found an all black metal vase. She thought it was blah, but the right size.
That's when I opened my mouth with the words I believed would get me the helll out of that store...... "I can paint that one for you to look similar to the ceramic one you like".
Betty found a ceramic one she liked but it really wasn't tall enough, and the black, gray and white pattern made it look a bit too zebra-ish but it did have the colors she liked.
Other vases had too wide a mouth on top.
Then Betty found an all black metal vase. She thought it was blah, but the right size.
That's when I opened my mouth with the words I believed would get me the helll out of that store...... "I can paint that one for you to look similar to the ceramic one you like".
Wednesday
Old Metal File Cabinet
I'm cleaning out my project draft files so I'm showing projects on my own blog that were guest posts in their past life.
This week I have an old metal file cabinet that has a door and not just drawers.
Originally I posted this on Gails blog, My Repurposed Life.
This week I have an old metal file cabinet that has a door and not just drawers.
Originally I posted this on Gails blog, My Repurposed Life.
Friday
100 Year Old Barn Wood Shelves
Last year Brawn and oldest son went and fetched a bunch of old barn wood from some folks a few miles away who were about ready to burn the pile.
There were beams and planks, and even some tin.
The saw marks add so much character, along with the nail holes.
Saturday morning when I woke up, that little voice that likes to put other people to work on the weekend was talking to me.
It said "Bliss.... Blissssss.... you've always wanted wood shelves above your toilet, you must have them today". TODAY!
There were beams and planks, and even some tin.
The saw marks add so much character, along with the nail holes.
Saturday morning when I woke up, that little voice that likes to put other people to work on the weekend was talking to me.
It said "Bliss.... Blissssss.... you've always wanted wood shelves above your toilet, you must have them today". TODAY!
Thursday
Big Burlap Coffee Sack Winner
Maureen from It's All Connected is the winner of the big burlap coffee sack.
I think she is going to make sweaters and party hats for her chickens out of it.
Have some fun, stop at her blog and request chicken clothes of burlap!
Have some fun, stop at her blog and request chicken clothes of burlap!
Thank you to everyone who entered and welcome to all my new likes on Facebook.
Tuesday
A Bee in my Bonnet
This is one of those posts that isn't really written for my readers. No photos or DIY, just something to poke fun at. If you are a blogger, you will get it, and if you have a pet name for anyone in your life, you'll get it too.
Sometimes I get a bee in my bonnet.
Now doesn't that sound nicer than saying a bug up my butt?
That's just what this post is about, people getting bugs and bees in places that make them talk smack.
And that really sticks in my craw.
Sometimes I get a bee in my bonnet.
Now doesn't that sound nicer than saying a bug up my butt?
That's just what this post is about, people getting bugs and bees in places that make them talk smack.
And that really sticks in my craw.
Monday
The Family Votes on Laundry Room Flooring
when last I wrote.....
I asked for help deciding which flooring I wanted to update the 20 year old laundry room floor with because, well.... I suck at picking flooring.
Without a doubt most of you picked the wood look vinyl. This narrowed it down so next I brought in the experts who have suffered of my poor flooring choices in the past.
The family.
I gave the family the choice of the wood look vinyl.....
Or the next popular choice, the vintage hex tiles in gray tones....
Friday
Laundry Room Flooring, Help Me Pick
Things around the ranch the last few months have been hectic and full of anxiety, not to mention all I remember of the winter is snow and freezing temperatures.
We were just starting to wind down on stuff, like two surgeries and tests, only to have someone suffer a broken heart (not of the medical kind), another one have a mysterious new suitor, and then catastrophe of all catastrophes ......
There are plenty of appliances, gadgets and technologically advanced things that I can do without in my life, but my washing machine is not one of them. And you know how it goes in the home of DIY'ers - one project leads to another.
So while we were busy taking out the old machines and putting in the new.....
I got the brilliant idea that it was time to update our laundry room flooring.
We were just starting to wind down on stuff, like two surgeries and tests, only to have someone suffer a broken heart (not of the medical kind), another one have a mysterious new suitor, and then catastrophe of all catastrophes ......
the washing machine broke.
There are plenty of appliances, gadgets and technologically advanced things that I can do without in my life, but my washing machine is not one of them. And you know how it goes in the home of DIY'ers - one project leads to another.
So while we were busy taking out the old machines and putting in the new.....
I got the brilliant idea that it was time to update our laundry room flooring.
Tuesday
Seed Starting
Over the years we have had many gardens - some a sorry excuse, some quite bountiful.
Our very first garden we had a bumper crop of cantaloupes. Dozens. There were only two of us back then to eat them all. The last time I planted cantaloupes we harvested 3 the size of a dolls head with 6 people wanting to eat them. Many went hungry.
Our very first garden we had a bumper crop of cantaloupes. Dozens. There were only two of us back then to eat them all. The last time I planted cantaloupes we harvested 3 the size of a dolls head with 6 people wanting to eat them. Many went hungry.
Thursday
Winner Winner Ducky Dinner
Clyde the Birthday Boy |
Winner winner, ducky dinner
Ok, no.... not a duck dinner, or a duck winner,
Ok, no.... not a duck dinner, or a duck winner,
but I do have a winner and news from the land of duckens.
In case you don't know what a ducken is,
that's what you get when you are a 3 year old little girl.......
and you put the words duck and chicken together.
Halloween '13, but appropriate for this time of year |
So we don't have chickens and ducks here, we have duckens.
Last year I held a name the new ducken contest.
If daughter #2 picked one of the suggested names the winner received a cake tester.
Tina from What we Keep won with her suggestion of Clementine.
Now a year later I am happy to announce that Clementine, Cleo, and Hazel
have started laying eggs - just in time for my Easter basket.
So in addition to the two chickens laying eggs for us, we get up to 3 duck eggs a day.
Duck eggs are suppose to add extra "umph" to baked goods.
I haven't made a cake yet, but I did make a duck egg asparagus quiche.
Anyway.... Clyde the original duck and keeper of the ducken harem, had a birdday,
and in honor of his second birdday
I thought I would let him announce the winner of last weeks cake tester giveaway......
Enjoy the Easter weekend, we'll be having ham.... the duckens are all safe.
P.S. If you want to enter the giveaway for the big burlap coffee sack, go {here}.
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