Went to Menards yesterday, twice. (we are in the middle of remodeling the house so we are either at Menards or Home Depot) On the second trip I got a bird feeder and some food, nothing fancy, just the kind you stick to your door. I got home stuck it to the front door, which we rarely use, and filled it up. This is somewhat new for me as it has been YEARS since I purchased bird food. I got the midwest mix.
I hopped ( who am I kidding, it was scooted, rolled and trudged) out of bed this morning to the chirping of birds, left the windows open last night! BRRRRR
I went to the front door expecting to feel like Snow White when she opens her curtains and birds come say hello.
There it is!!! My bird feeder! Full and ready for all those hungry little suckers that I watched yesterday under the lilac bush........nothing. NOTHING!!!!!!! Are you serious? I can hear you out there for crying out loud! I see them in the neighbors yard on the farm implements! I am so intent on the freaking bird feeder that the little scrape, pluck, thunk sound on the kitchen screen next to me barley sinks in. I look and there is a female blue jay. Of course she is looking at the giant moth that is on the next screen over. She assesses the situation and leaves. A few minutes later she's back and she snatches up her big juicy moth for breakfast :-(
I am not sad about the moth, I am sad that these birds seem to be too stupid to find a FULL BIRD FEEDER!!!!! It is RIGHT THERE!!!.
I know nothing about birds, ok not nothing cause EVERYONE knows SOMETHING about birds. Am I supposed to play hard to get? Is it to soon after offering them this delicious meal to expect them to start cramming to the front door like this is some cool bird night club? I got nothing! I am annoyed. What is wrong with the wildlife in this place? Just yesterday I rescued a snake from the middle of the road, apparently he did NOT want to be rescued because the little sucker tried to bite me, several times. I got a stick and shewed him off the road, the whole time he had his head up talking crap and trying to bite.
I would have grabbed him had I known what kind he was. Yeah it would have hurt but how cool would THAT have been? "Hey Marc, can you get this snake off me?"
Marc didn't think that would have been cool so I am now banned form harassing/saving snakes until I know what they are. Ok, ok that sounds like a good idea! Geez
Back to the birds...still nothing. Zip, zilch, nada, ZERO! Jerks
Monday, April 28, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Rainy days and Sundays
I sit here in the kitchen with lights off and windows open. I anxiously await the thunderstorm that is headed this way. I love thunderstorms. The sounds and smells take me to a very peaceful place. When I was a child I was terrified of storms. My grandma told me the angels were bowling and when the ball rolled down the lane it made thunder and when they hit the pins that was lightning. I didn't believe a word she said!
Let's get back to the point here. I see dark skies, green grass, buds on the trees and my favorite flower (lilac) in bloom. I love my back yard.
I watch the leaves move in the wind and listen to the birds chirping. I also hear Avery chomping away at her dog food like a crazy person! Truman is sighing every few seconds because he doesn't like thunder and Talia? She's actually resting by the door on a towel. Rain + dogs = towels at random spots around my house. :-)
All in all this is a quiet, peace filled morning. Aaaaaaand Avery just burped so loud it sounded like a grown man! At least she's done chomping.
My love is still sleeping, he works crazy hours, and the boy is on his way home from Ohio.
It is a beautiful morning and I am over whelmed by how blessed I am!
I hope your hearts are as full as mine!!!
Let's get back to the point here. I see dark skies, green grass, buds on the trees and my favorite flower (lilac) in bloom. I love my back yard.
I watch the leaves move in the wind and listen to the birds chirping. I also hear Avery chomping away at her dog food like a crazy person! Truman is sighing every few seconds because he doesn't like thunder and Talia? She's actually resting by the door on a towel. Rain + dogs = towels at random spots around my house. :-)
All in all this is a quiet, peace filled morning. Aaaaaaand Avery just burped so loud it sounded like a grown man! At least she's done chomping.
My love is still sleeping, he works crazy hours, and the boy is on his way home from Ohio.
It is a beautiful morning and I am over whelmed by how blessed I am!
I hope your hearts are as full as mine!!!
Thursday, April 24, 2014
WHAT is that?
Oh this? This is my attempt at a ponytail. Yep! THIS beauty took me 30 min!
I think I am one of the few girls past the age of 7(?) that can't manage to put her hair in a ponytail. Ok, I CAN put my hair in a ponytail but it looks like a 3 year old did it.
Even those "messy" ponytails that should be easy to throw your hair in...nope, can't do it! How about a bun or a braid? HAAAAAA Not even with the help of "The Perfect Bun".
I see girls in town, in pictures, on television with the nice slicked back pony, cute messy pony, look at me I'm all fancy pony, and I roll up with the "I did this in the dark with my eyes closed, then took a nap in it" pony.
Is there some super secret club that teaches you how to pull your hair back? Is it a gene that I was born without?
I have tried most everything, except the vacuum hose like the dad on the Internet.
Ponytail with a head band=accenting the disaster.
Ponytail with the sporty, cute, stretchy band..um NO. I can't wear those bands. Even to sit on the couch like a statue to read. It slips off my head. Apparently I have a very odd shaped head under all this hair.
Oh wait, you say, what about the base of the neck pony? Or how about the cute side pony that sweeps around and lays over your shoulder? PUHLEEZ! It looks more like I hit some poor unsuspecting creature on the road, snatched it up and threw it over my shoulder!
I guess until I get a hair dresser to come do my hair for me every day I will continue to amaze myself and the public with my lack of ponytail abilities and when I am feeling generous I will throw on a hat!
I think I am one of the few girls past the age of 7(?) that can't manage to put her hair in a ponytail. Ok, I CAN put my hair in a ponytail but it looks like a 3 year old did it.
Even those "messy" ponytails that should be easy to throw your hair in...nope, can't do it! How about a bun or a braid? HAAAAAA Not even with the help of "The Perfect Bun".
I see girls in town, in pictures, on television with the nice slicked back pony, cute messy pony, look at me I'm all fancy pony, and I roll up with the "I did this in the dark with my eyes closed, then took a nap in it" pony.
Is there some super secret club that teaches you how to pull your hair back? Is it a gene that I was born without?
I have tried most everything, except the vacuum hose like the dad on the Internet.
Ponytail with a head band=accenting the disaster.
Ponytail with the sporty, cute, stretchy band..um NO. I can't wear those bands. Even to sit on the couch like a statue to read. It slips off my head. Apparently I have a very odd shaped head under all this hair.
Oh wait, you say, what about the base of the neck pony? Or how about the cute side pony that sweeps around and lays over your shoulder? PUHLEEZ! It looks more like I hit some poor unsuspecting creature on the road, snatched it up and threw it over my shoulder!
I guess until I get a hair dresser to come do my hair for me every day I will continue to amaze myself and the public with my lack of ponytail abilities and when I am feeling generous I will throw on a hat!
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Strength in Weakness
For 30 some years I thought being strong meant holding your head high, not showing emotions and powering through life on your own.
In the last few months I have learned that I couldn't have been more wrong.
It takes a strong person to trust, putting yourself out there in the hands of others takes great strength. Very often we end up in hands that are not trustworthy, gentle, or kind. We get hurt by these hands, knocked down or crushed. The strength it takes to put yourself in this situation is greater than the strength it takes to keep people away.
It takes a strong person to love. Opening your heart to someone makes you vulnerable. It gives them the opportunity to break your heart. Take your love and wad it up and throw it away. Leaving you crushed, confused, and broken.
Being strong doesn't mean you never fall down, make mistakes or get hurt. Being strong means you get back up, dust yourself off, admit your mistakes and FORGIVE YOURSELF for them! Lick your wounds then get back out there!
Living behind a wall where there is no room for love, happiness, pain and heartache is not living.
It is existing. It is lonely. It is not how humans are meant to be.
God gave us the ability to love.
To give of ourselves to others, to feel joy. God also gave us the ability to hurt. To turn to Him and others in our time of need. In our darkest hours.
It is in the dark, in the loneliness, in the pain we need God and each other more than any other time.
Embrace these feelings, these moments for in them He is working in us.
It is when we feel weakest we are strongest.
Who do you turn to in your darkest hours?
He gives power to the weak,
and strength to the powerless.
Even youths will become weak and tired,
and young men will fall in exhaustion.
But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength.
They will soar high on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary.
They will walk and not faint.
Isaiah 40:29-31 NLT
In the last few months I have learned that I couldn't have been more wrong.
It takes a strong person to trust, putting yourself out there in the hands of others takes great strength. Very often we end up in hands that are not trustworthy, gentle, or kind. We get hurt by these hands, knocked down or crushed. The strength it takes to put yourself in this situation is greater than the strength it takes to keep people away.
It takes a strong person to love. Opening your heart to someone makes you vulnerable. It gives them the opportunity to break your heart. Take your love and wad it up and throw it away. Leaving you crushed, confused, and broken.
Being strong doesn't mean you never fall down, make mistakes or get hurt. Being strong means you get back up, dust yourself off, admit your mistakes and FORGIVE YOURSELF for them! Lick your wounds then get back out there!
Living behind a wall where there is no room for love, happiness, pain and heartache is not living.
It is existing. It is lonely. It is not how humans are meant to be.
God gave us the ability to love.
To give of ourselves to others, to feel joy. God also gave us the ability to hurt. To turn to Him and others in our time of need. In our darkest hours.
It is in the dark, in the loneliness, in the pain we need God and each other more than any other time.
Embrace these feelings, these moments for in them He is working in us.
It is when we feel weakest we are strongest.
Who do you turn to in your darkest hours?
He gives power to the weak,
and strength to the powerless.
Even youths will become weak and tired,
and young men will fall in exhaustion.
But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength.
They will soar high on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary.
They will walk and not faint.
Isaiah 40:29-31 NLT
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
About A Blog(ger)
What is the point of this blog?
I am not really sure. I know what I HOPE the point of this blog is.
I HOPE that this blog touches you, maybe even reaches off the page and slaps you once in a while.
I hope you cry, laugh, laugh until you cry, think and feel. Just to name a few.
My grammar is less than stellar and if it weren't for spell check? Well that would be pretty interesting too.
I am a Jill of many trades (cause I am not a boy and there are lots of trades) and master of none.
I read, a lot. My genre you ask? Uh....words basically. With all the reading I do you would think my grammar would be better and I wouldn't need spell check. You would also think that I would be a master at at least ONE thing.
I have learned in life that if you start a sentence with "you would think" the rest of the sentence is moot.
Perhaps my biggest HOPE for this blog is that you don't ever think you are alone, the only one going through what you are going through. The only one thinking what you are thinking. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I can make a sailor blush but I will keep this at least PG13.
I am a mom. I live with my fiance and have for 3 years (?), don't know exactly :-)
He is a fantastic not-dad to my 15 year old boy (thank goodness not a girl, more later)
We live on 10.5 acres of pre-horded land, meaning the previous owners lived here for 40 years and threw NOTHING away (like nails, coffee cans, buckets, tires, branches, shoes, well you get the point).
We have two "at home" businesses, he works full time outside the home, I am a Realtor and now a blogger.
We are in the beginning stages of remodeling the house (read no walls, exposed wires, 2x4s, etc. More on that later too).
Last but not least we have 3 dogs (indoor, most of the time but outdoor a lot) and 2 outdoor/shop cats.
To say I have a busy life would be a tad inaccurate....like I said, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Your stories may not mirror mine but they are welcome here, YOU are welcome here. No hating or judging going on.
Please feel free to ask question, share stories and enjoy this with a cup of your favorite beverage :-)
I am not really sure. I know what I HOPE the point of this blog is.
I HOPE that this blog touches you, maybe even reaches off the page and slaps you once in a while.
I hope you cry, laugh, laugh until you cry, think and feel. Just to name a few.
My grammar is less than stellar and if it weren't for spell check? Well that would be pretty interesting too.
I am a Jill of many trades (cause I am not a boy and there are lots of trades) and master of none.
I read, a lot. My genre you ask? Uh....words basically. With all the reading I do you would think my grammar would be better and I wouldn't need spell check. You would also think that I would be a master at at least ONE thing.
I have learned in life that if you start a sentence with "you would think" the rest of the sentence is moot.
Perhaps my biggest HOPE for this blog is that you don't ever think you are alone, the only one going through what you are going through. The only one thinking what you are thinking. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I can make a sailor blush but I will keep this at least PG13.
I am a mom. I live with my fiance and have for 3 years (?), don't know exactly :-)
He is a fantastic not-dad to my 15 year old boy (thank goodness not a girl, more later)
We live on 10.5 acres of pre-horded land, meaning the previous owners lived here for 40 years and threw NOTHING away (like nails, coffee cans, buckets, tires, branches, shoes, well you get the point).
We have two "at home" businesses, he works full time outside the home, I am a Realtor and now a blogger.
We are in the beginning stages of remodeling the house (read no walls, exposed wires, 2x4s, etc. More on that later too).
Last but not least we have 3 dogs (indoor, most of the time but outdoor a lot) and 2 outdoor/shop cats.
To say I have a busy life would be a tad inaccurate....like I said, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Your stories may not mirror mine but they are welcome here, YOU are welcome here. No hating or judging going on.
Please feel free to ask question, share stories and enjoy this with a cup of your favorite beverage :-)
Early morning "peace"
The dogs (specifically Talia) wake my up between 5:00 and 6:00 every single day. Now mind you I don't HAVE to be up until 6:20.
Most days I let them outside to do their thing (chew on the random cow/deer parts they have collected) and I sit down to soak in the stillness.
I love the quiet, I LIKE being alone. I am not lonely and do not need to be entertained so this early morning stillness doesn't bother me.
I would like to climb up on my high horse and say that during those quiet early mornings I spend time with God. I would like to shout from my ivory tower that in the stillness of those early hours I spend time in the word. Learning, praying, reflecting. I can't, well I COULD but that would not be true.
Most of those mornings I start a pot of coffee, craving that first sip of the wonderful, hot concoction that stimulates my brain. (my coffee is more like a cup of milk with a splash of coffee but we won't talk about that) Then instead of picking up my devotional or the Bible I pick up my phone. You guessed it, I check Facebook.
I take a stroll through Facebook park. Just browsing, not really paying attention. Letting the fog in my brain slowly dissipate.
I see funny shares, inspirational quotes, angry rants and help abused animals but mostly it is a blur of pictures and words.
I exit the Facebook world to check the time, I don't feel satiated. I fell like I am on auto pilot. Switched on cruise control and am coasting on a tank that is so close to empty and not being replenished.
I DO love the quiet of the still, early mornings. I DON'T like being alone anymore, I want to sit with God. Have the word and prayer replenish my tank for the day that awaits.
I want to know that no matter what this day hold for me, I have spent those few precious moments in absolute love and peace.
How do you spend YOUR precious quiet time?
But as for me, I will sing about your power.
Each morning I will sing with joy about your unfailing love.
For you have been my refuge,
A place of safety when I am in distress.
Psalm 59:16 NLT
Most days I let them outside to do their thing (chew on the random cow/deer parts they have collected) and I sit down to soak in the stillness.
I love the quiet, I LIKE being alone. I am not lonely and do not need to be entertained so this early morning stillness doesn't bother me.
I would like to climb up on my high horse and say that during those quiet early mornings I spend time with God. I would like to shout from my ivory tower that in the stillness of those early hours I spend time in the word. Learning, praying, reflecting. I can't, well I COULD but that would not be true.
Most of those mornings I start a pot of coffee, craving that first sip of the wonderful, hot concoction that stimulates my brain. (my coffee is more like a cup of milk with a splash of coffee but we won't talk about that) Then instead of picking up my devotional or the Bible I pick up my phone. You guessed it, I check Facebook.
I take a stroll through Facebook park. Just browsing, not really paying attention. Letting the fog in my brain slowly dissipate.
I see funny shares, inspirational quotes, angry rants and help abused animals but mostly it is a blur of pictures and words.
I exit the Facebook world to check the time, I don't feel satiated. I fell like I am on auto pilot. Switched on cruise control and am coasting on a tank that is so close to empty and not being replenished.
I DO love the quiet of the still, early mornings. I DON'T like being alone anymore, I want to sit with God. Have the word and prayer replenish my tank for the day that awaits.
I want to know that no matter what this day hold for me, I have spent those few precious moments in absolute love and peace.
How do you spend YOUR precious quiet time?
But as for me, I will sing about your power.
Each morning I will sing with joy about your unfailing love.
For you have been my refuge,
A place of safety when I am in distress.
Psalm 59:16 NLT
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