Now I’ve gone and done it. I’ve jinxed my hens. After introducing our girls, doesn’t it gosh-darn figure that once I write about them in detail, they start getting picked off, one by one? Granted, we have lost five hens over the past three years to predators (six if you count the teenagers that chicken-napped …
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Baby Steps, Minus the Diaper
It’s been officially three days post-medication. My mouth is slowly starting to feel less like the Sahara Desert, and it has been a little easier to breathe. Today, I decided to go on a run. Once a week, I normally run the base. It is an easy, flat 6.5 miles, and I can usually complete …
Mouse Pie
After watching James get awarded his red/brown belt tonight, signifying the start of his third phase in karate, my husband and I thought it only fitting to run through the local ice cream drive thru for a treat. James’ reading skills are greatly improving. Tired of waiting for me to read the Harry Potter series …
Oh, Sleep? Where Art Thou?
My stomach is tied in knots. My vision is blurred. I feel like my heart is going to beat right out of my chest. What is ailing me, you ask? Am I in love? I can’t sleep. Let me rephrase that…. I haven’t slept in almost four years. I toss and turn to fall asleep, …
You Say Toe-may-toe, I Say Toe-mah-toe
Describing my dad’s garden in Brussel Sprouts That Don’t Taste Like a Cave must have got me in the mood for my garden, because last night, after the kids were in bed and the dinner dishes done, I couldn’t wait to start my seeds for this year’s garden. Armed with a pair of tweezers and …
Chicken Shit and Eggs
We started our chicken adventure in the spring of 2013. We bought six chicks, each member of the family picking out and naming their own. My husband and I tried reasoning with Alaina, the oldest. The scrawny little chick she picked out probably wouldn’t even make the truck ride home, we tried telling her. It …
Brussels Sprouts That Don’t Taste Like a Cave
One of my favorite memories as a little girl was sneaking out to my dad's garden, picking a ripe, sun-warmed tomato, and biting into the juicy red flesh. Sometimes, I would even sneak out a little salt, tied up in a napkin, to season my tomato with. Yum - salted tomatoes are still one of …
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… Ten Pounds of Whole Wheat Pasta…
Hello. My name is Cari, and I am a prepper. There, I said it. I am obsessed with buying in bulk. ... Fifty pounds of popcorn, ten pounds of peanuts, forty-five rolls of toilet paper... I have a storage room downstairs with two deep freezers and a six foot wide by six foot tall shelving …
Moths and Screaming Beagles
My eight-year old son has my heart. From the day I found out I was having a little boy, to the first time I laid eyes on his chubby little cherub face, through the past several years of growing pains, and even today when leaving for work: he had to give me an extra hug, "just because Ma!" …
My Two-Year Old is a Bully
Deleting my excessively huge ‘sent’ email folder this morning, I came across a story that I sent out to my family last year. Here is an oldie, but a goodie! Friday, January 31st, 2014….. As you all know, I recently had surgery to have an umbilical hernia repaired. My stomach hasn't been the prettiest thing …
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