Monday, December 1, 2014
Thank God for Coffee Shops
Some days are out of the ordinary here at the Frost Farm. One particular day last week was one of those days. The reason? Freezing rain. Call me over-protective, but this mama does not like the mixture of freezing rain and young drivers. Especially when the young driver is my daughter. It was on this day when the combo of bad weather and appointments away from home came together and created a day to remember. My daughter was scheduled to work that evening, we had piano lessons during the day, I had an appointment with a graphic designer, we had an evening appointment with friends to go to pizza and a basket ball game and I had emails to send and phone calls to make for an upcoming event that I am in charge of planning. On a normal day we would all have gone our separate ways and landed back at home by evening. But not this day. There was freezing rain.
Freezing rain meant dangerous road conditions so a plan had to emerge that would keep everyone safe. I also had a boy I was babysitting for the week and his school was canceled so it added an extra child to the mix. On top of that, the heater was not working in my van so the only option for transportation was my daughters old Cadillac. Fortunately it's a big one and has seat belts for six. Need I say more about the Cadi? So this mama did what any good mother would do. I decided that we would spend the day together with me as the driver. We all loaded into the Cadi at 9:30 a.m. and heading to the Walla Walla Roastery.
At the Roastery I met with the graphic designer to design posters and flyers for the upcoming event. I entered with five kids in tow. After two hours we had one cool poster and five hungry kids. We left the coffee shop for Taco Bell where we all ate gut-wrenching tacos and burritos for the low cost of $20. We then got a call from the piano teacher saying she'd have to postpone the lessons for a doctor's appointment. This was fine since one of the kids didn't get enough practices in and was relieved not to have to face the teacher unprepared.
I intended to visit my mother and check on her wellbeing, but she was ill and in need of a nap and rest. We then went to Macy to purchase a pair of boots for one of the said children in tow. After an hour and half we emerged with one pair of boots and one happy child; four other, not-as-happy children. It was about 3:30 by then and we had an appointment at 6:00pm to meet some friends for pizza at a pizza place across from Macy's. What to do?
I didn't want to drive home only to have to head back out an hour later. I didn't have a lot of money, so we couldn't go do something "fun". The roads were bad, so driving was a bit dicey. I opted to haul the five children into a large coffee shop across from the pizza place and wait it out until the 6pm appointment. Thank God for coffee shops. It's the only place one can go and get free internet and a comfy place to crash for under five dollars.
I did, however, purchase drinks for myself and any kids who wanted one. I felt that it was only fair since my intention was to be there for at least two hours. The daughter that needed to work that night works at the pizza place so the coffee shop put us in close proximity; she left us around 4:30 to go to work and the rest of us clicked away on our electronic devices.
The boy? Well he did real good through all this. No complaining. He did, however, consume way too much caffeine and sugar throughout the day and ended up on the floor under my table. It actually sounds worst than it was. His ipad ran out of battery and he had to plug into the wall with a short cord, thus the horizontal position under the table.
I made my phone calls and sent my emails and at 5:45 we headed across the street to the pizza place. Our friends were already there and we were ready for some pizza and good conversation. An hour spent at the restaurant, we now loaded up and headed to Whitman University where we watched a great basketball game. The game ended right around the time my daughter got out of work. We picked her up and crawled through the icy streets of Walla Walla back to our home in the country. Arrival time; 10:00pm.
It was a tiring day. Things didn't go as planned, but I was blessed all the same. My family was safe and I was grateful. Mission accomplished. But one other things stuck out to me at the end of that day. We were together all day in cramped, sometimes uncomfortable, conditions and no one fussed or fought. No one complained. No one was jealous that only one child got boots. No one complained about Taco Bell, but me. No one complained about sitting for hours in coffee shops, first waiting on me and then just waiting for time to go by. NO ONE COMPLAINED!
I was amazed and grateful to have such wonderful children. We were together, they were content.
Until next time...
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Gnomes and Fairies
I grew up in California. I was born in Lodi, lived in Vallejo and then we moved to Napa where we lived for ten years. When I was 12 we moved to Ukiah, Ca. in the beautiful Mendocino county. Mendocino county is the hippy capitol of Ca. And I'm not talking about the Silicone Valley hippy with their wool socks, Birkenstocks, and over-priced Priuses. I'm talking about the true hippies. The earth dwellers. The lovers of pine needles, moss and ferns. The kind of people who lived off grid before it was en-vogue. The ones who exited society to live without rules or social responsibility. These are the type of hippies that I brushed shoulders with during my formative years and I'm mildly amused by how much I've been affected by them.
When I was a child and we lived in Napa, we would go to the Odd Fellows Campground on the Russian River. The drive took us over the mountains and into the coastal valley near Mendocino County. The road there was narrow and winding and I often spent the first hour upon arrival overcoming carsickness. But it was worth it.
While in the car, I spent the whole time with my face plastered to the window watching for the Gnomes and Fairies. That's what I called them anyway. I called them Gnomes and Fairies because I knew they were there, but I never got to see them; only the evidence of them. An old VW van here, a small yurt there. My favorites were the old school buses painted all different colors; some with curtains; most with stove pipes. I knew they were there, but my eyes never caught the occupants of these strange abodes. Their homes reminded me of mushrooms (especially the yurts) popping up under the canopy of the Redwoods, sharing the fern-strewn ground with the other inhabitants of the forest.
I was never turned off by the simplicity of the estates. Nor did it ever occur to me how dirty, or un-kept or primitive their existence was. I don't know if it was the odd placement of the dwellings, the lazy list of the smoke from the smokestacks, or the strange absence of the people that lived in them; but something about them pulled upon my melancholy heart and left me feeling as though I was observing something profound without knowing what.
As a child I would wish for the ride to be longer, hoping never to leave the feeling of mystery and illusiveness. Who were these people? Where did they come from and how did they have the courage to live like that? I'm not sure why I thought it courageous. I just know that at the time I felt that they had something that I did not have. They were free.
After arriving at our destination I would spend the time it took to set up camp recalling the details of each homestead like flipping through mental photographs. Some places were more inviting to my imagination and I'd rehears everything I could remember, imagining what it would be like to live there. What was it about that life that so captivated me. Was it the Redwoods? Was it the ferns and mist and dripping foliage? Was it the place or the people?
As an adult I've asked myself that question many times. I think, in part, it's the wonder of a child's mind that is un-cluttered by the cares of this world. But when I really contemplate the experience, I realize that what drew me to the coastal "Gnomes and Fairies" was the idea that one could live free without the weight of structure and responsibility. Even as a child I knew the weight of structure. My slightly Obsessive Compulsive, control- freak, mind longed to be free of the confines of itself. I can see now that if I could have put into word the feeling that I had as a child I would have said, " How wonderful that those people can live out here away from those who would tell them they had to be a certain way. How glorious it must feel to have no one expect anything from you. To be free and at ease and find joy in what is simple and quiet and pleasant."
As I contemplate that, I have to wonder if the longing in my heart as a child was not really for the lifestyle of the hippies; but perhaps was for freedom itself. As we grow up we become aware and awareness is such a burden. Even to a small mind, the weight of knowledge was more than I wanted. I was a spectator, even then, looking in to an ideal that I had already lost.
The Bible says that whom the Son sets free is free indeed. I wonder if we are not, perhaps, more free that we realize. The Bible says that we are to become like children in order to please God. I wish that I was that child again. The one that existed before the longing. I know we can't run from responsibility. We can't hide from the world around us. The world needs us too much for us to hide. But I do think that God longs for us to walk in that simple kind of freedom where knowledge has not stolen joy and pride has not smothered innocence.
If we ever find ourselves longing to escape perhaps we should ask ourselves what we are indeed escaping from. Could it be the very things we want to escape are cages of our own making? Could it be that less is required of us than we realize? Could it be that God intends for us to live at peace and ease? Could it be that the feeling I had on that road to the river was not a fairytale but a whisper of The Maker of my soul inviting me to live, in essence, as He had designed me to live?
Perhaps those moments as a child were, "Taste and see that I am good", moments. Maybe God gave them to me so that now, as an adult, I could remember, and find my way back home.
Until next time...
When I was a child and we lived in Napa, we would go to the Odd Fellows Campground on the Russian River. The drive took us over the mountains and into the coastal valley near Mendocino County. The road there was narrow and winding and I often spent the first hour upon arrival overcoming carsickness. But it was worth it.
While in the car, I spent the whole time with my face plastered to the window watching for the Gnomes and Fairies. That's what I called them anyway. I called them Gnomes and Fairies because I knew they were there, but I never got to see them; only the evidence of them. An old VW van here, a small yurt there. My favorites were the old school buses painted all different colors; some with curtains; most with stove pipes. I knew they were there, but my eyes never caught the occupants of these strange abodes. Their homes reminded me of mushrooms (especially the yurts) popping up under the canopy of the Redwoods, sharing the fern-strewn ground with the other inhabitants of the forest.
I was never turned off by the simplicity of the estates. Nor did it ever occur to me how dirty, or un-kept or primitive their existence was. I don't know if it was the odd placement of the dwellings, the lazy list of the smoke from the smokestacks, or the strange absence of the people that lived in them; but something about them pulled upon my melancholy heart and left me feeling as though I was observing something profound without knowing what.
As a child I would wish for the ride to be longer, hoping never to leave the feeling of mystery and illusiveness. Who were these people? Where did they come from and how did they have the courage to live like that? I'm not sure why I thought it courageous. I just know that at the time I felt that they had something that I did not have. They were free.
After arriving at our destination I would spend the time it took to set up camp recalling the details of each homestead like flipping through mental photographs. Some places were more inviting to my imagination and I'd rehears everything I could remember, imagining what it would be like to live there. What was it about that life that so captivated me. Was it the Redwoods? Was it the ferns and mist and dripping foliage? Was it the place or the people?
As an adult I've asked myself that question many times. I think, in part, it's the wonder of a child's mind that is un-cluttered by the cares of this world. But when I really contemplate the experience, I realize that what drew me to the coastal "Gnomes and Fairies" was the idea that one could live free without the weight of structure and responsibility. Even as a child I knew the weight of structure. My slightly Obsessive Compulsive, control- freak, mind longed to be free of the confines of itself. I can see now that if I could have put into word the feeling that I had as a child I would have said, " How wonderful that those people can live out here away from those who would tell them they had to be a certain way. How glorious it must feel to have no one expect anything from you. To be free and at ease and find joy in what is simple and quiet and pleasant."
As I contemplate that, I have to wonder if the longing in my heart as a child was not really for the lifestyle of the hippies; but perhaps was for freedom itself. As we grow up we become aware and awareness is such a burden. Even to a small mind, the weight of knowledge was more than I wanted. I was a spectator, even then, looking in to an ideal that I had already lost.
The Bible says that whom the Son sets free is free indeed. I wonder if we are not, perhaps, more free that we realize. The Bible says that we are to become like children in order to please God. I wish that I was that child again. The one that existed before the longing. I know we can't run from responsibility. We can't hide from the world around us. The world needs us too much for us to hide. But I do think that God longs for us to walk in that simple kind of freedom where knowledge has not stolen joy and pride has not smothered innocence.
If we ever find ourselves longing to escape perhaps we should ask ourselves what we are indeed escaping from. Could it be the very things we want to escape are cages of our own making? Could it be that less is required of us than we realize? Could it be that God intends for us to live at peace and ease? Could it be that the feeling I had on that road to the river was not a fairytale but a whisper of The Maker of my soul inviting me to live, in essence, as He had designed me to live?
Perhaps those moments as a child were, "Taste and see that I am good", moments. Maybe God gave them to me so that now, as an adult, I could remember, and find my way back home.
Until next time...
Friday, November 7, 2014
Just Make Pancakes
Sometimes in life, the best answer is pancakes. When it's late and you're tired and don't feel like cooking dinner; resort to pancakes. I'm not sure why making pancakes feels less like making dinner, but it does, and if someone complains about the lack of protein then hand them a jar of crunchy peanut butter. Crunchy because the chunks require chewing and that will give the illusion of meat; or something like that. It works, try it.
I rely on this method at least once a week. Thursdays are our "In-Town" days. We attend piano lessons, babysit for MOPS and visit my parents. We also do the grocery shopping, pick up dry cleaning, and visit Goodwill for any off- the- rack deals. Thursdays are also the days I do errands for the church and coffee or lunch dates with friends; all with the girls in tow.
It was at the end of one of those days that pancakes for dinner entered my possibilities list. My weak attempt at a dinner turned in to one of the most special, planned meals of our week.
When the girls were younger "In Town" day was a much more tiring day than it is now. I had four daughters in five years and once they were all born it required great skill and technique to make it through Walmart in less than an hour. I always put the toddler in the seat in the cart. The infant was left in the car seat and placed in the basket. The other two toddlers walked next to the cart on the same side and were required to hold on to the cart. A second basket was pulled behind me for the groceries since the first one was full of children.
If I had a dollar for every time that I said, "Hands on cart. " I would be a millionaire. Once they were all walking age, staying on the same side of the cart was a challenge, but I explained to the girls that if we walked with two girls on one side and two girls on the other we would take up the whole aisle and then no one would be able to get around us. And, since people are precious, then we ought to consider others before ourselves and not take up more of our share of space. They seemed to understand and never complained.
I had them trained so well that to this day if they are walking next to me they will still walk with one hand on the cart. It's not necessary now, but it's comfortable. They're grown and can maneuver through Walmart without getting lost, getting stepped on, or causing someone else inconvenience, but, the rule was consistent and had meaning; the habit formed; and now the memory is a fond.
It's like our spiritual disciplines. Prayer, giving, fasting, Bible reading, and fellowship. If the "rule" is understood and we are consistent, a habit will form and it will be a fond part of our lives. Ever comforting us. Ever changing us. The result will be that we won't get lost in the aisles of life. We won't get hurt as badly by others and we in turn will not hurt others. And, since people are indeed precious we will develop the ability to put others before ourselves and we will truly find peace.
I don't suppose that it matters any more, the rule about the cart; it's outlived it's usefulness. But there are so many other valuable God-lessons that I've taught my girls over the years, and I pray that they will never outlive their usefulness.
Like I said. Next time just make pancakes.
Until next time...
I rely on this method at least once a week. Thursdays are our "In-Town" days. We attend piano lessons, babysit for MOPS and visit my parents. We also do the grocery shopping, pick up dry cleaning, and visit Goodwill for any off- the- rack deals. Thursdays are also the days I do errands for the church and coffee or lunch dates with friends; all with the girls in tow.
It was at the end of one of those days that pancakes for dinner entered my possibilities list. My weak attempt at a dinner turned in to one of the most special, planned meals of our week.
When the girls were younger "In Town" day was a much more tiring day than it is now. I had four daughters in five years and once they were all born it required great skill and technique to make it through Walmart in less than an hour. I always put the toddler in the seat in the cart. The infant was left in the car seat and placed in the basket. The other two toddlers walked next to the cart on the same side and were required to hold on to the cart. A second basket was pulled behind me for the groceries since the first one was full of children.
If I had a dollar for every time that I said, "Hands on cart. " I would be a millionaire. Once they were all walking age, staying on the same side of the cart was a challenge, but I explained to the girls that if we walked with two girls on one side and two girls on the other we would take up the whole aisle and then no one would be able to get around us. And, since people are precious, then we ought to consider others before ourselves and not take up more of our share of space. They seemed to understand and never complained.
I had them trained so well that to this day if they are walking next to me they will still walk with one hand on the cart. It's not necessary now, but it's comfortable. They're grown and can maneuver through Walmart without getting lost, getting stepped on, or causing someone else inconvenience, but, the rule was consistent and had meaning; the habit formed; and now the memory is a fond.
It's like our spiritual disciplines. Prayer, giving, fasting, Bible reading, and fellowship. If the "rule" is understood and we are consistent, a habit will form and it will be a fond part of our lives. Ever comforting us. Ever changing us. The result will be that we won't get lost in the aisles of life. We won't get hurt as badly by others and we in turn will not hurt others. And, since people are indeed precious we will develop the ability to put others before ourselves and we will truly find peace.
I don't suppose that it matters any more, the rule about the cart; it's outlived it's usefulness. But there are so many other valuable God-lessons that I've taught my girls over the years, and I pray that they will never outlive their usefulness.
Like I said. Next time just make pancakes.
Until next time...
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
There and back again.
It's been several months since I posted on my blog. Life got busy and the blog lost it's importance. Now that fall has come and things have slowed down and taken form, I find that my evenings are less chaotic and more conducive to blogging. That, and a friend encouraged me to blog again because she actually read it and liked it. Imagine that!
So here I am again, pounding the keys and wondering how to return to something that I had abandon. I suppose that some things do not require any pomp and can begin with the same momentum with which they ceased.
For those who have read my previous blogs, my husband is doing really well with his Parkinson's. The doctors put him on a new medication, and the tremors have stopped completely. The only time one sees the affect of the disease is in the morning, before the first dose. I wish I could say that my efforts in a good diet and healthy living had made the difference, but it did not. If a person suffers from discomfort or disease I think the natural approach is the first to consider, however, some times it is not the last thing that should be considered.
If you are like me, you would like for all that God created to hold the answers for our every need. You would hope that you could find answers to ailments naturally and without side effects. I suppose that when God first created things that reality would hold merit, but things have digressed and we owe it to ourselves, sometimes, to explore unfriendly territory to find answers that will raise our quality of life for the present.
I know it says in the Bible that God has numbered our days. I don't believe that I can do anything to add to the length of time that God has allotted me, but I do think that it is up to me to determine how I will spend those days, and it's that challenge that keeps folk like me searching for answers in the health food aisle; answers to health and vitality. Food, supplements, and salves can work their miracle on countless discomforts, but none of them can remove the impending thought that we are all going to die. We can do our best to live good, happy, healthy, lives, but no effort on our part will remove the final outcome; death. I think it's this realization that helps me keep balanced with my approach to healthy living. There is no food, no drink, no ointment that will remove this fact from our lives and to embrace that is the beginning of peace.
Death, for the Children of God, is not the end, it is the beginning. It's the call home. It is the beginning of the long anticipated reward. Death holds no fear or dread for the one who's name is written in the Lamb's Book of Life. God may give wisdom to His people to make our journey more pleasant, but He has no intent of making the journey longer than He wants it to be for each of His children.
I don't take death lightly, in fact, I ascribe to it the proper awe and reverence that it deserves. Ecclesiastes 3:11 says, "He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end." And, "Psalm 116:15 15 Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his faithful servants."
These passages don't mean that God loves death, but that He honors it as a right of passage into the Rest that He has provided for us. He holds our lives and death as an honor unto His name. What an amazing thought!
As I come back to this blog and my audience of two, LOL, I just want to say that no matter how hard we try to do everything right in the area of healthy living, we will eventually succumb to the inevitable. Let that thought not keep you from your Paleo cookies and organic produce, but let it give you the freedom to administer your "prescriptions" with an air of ease and joy; knowing your limits, and leaving the rest in the hands of Him who loves you so very much.
Until next time...
So here I am again, pounding the keys and wondering how to return to something that I had abandon. I suppose that some things do not require any pomp and can begin with the same momentum with which they ceased.
For those who have read my previous blogs, my husband is doing really well with his Parkinson's. The doctors put him on a new medication, and the tremors have stopped completely. The only time one sees the affect of the disease is in the morning, before the first dose. I wish I could say that my efforts in a good diet and healthy living had made the difference, but it did not. If a person suffers from discomfort or disease I think the natural approach is the first to consider, however, some times it is not the last thing that should be considered.
If you are like me, you would like for all that God created to hold the answers for our every need. You would hope that you could find answers to ailments naturally and without side effects. I suppose that when God first created things that reality would hold merit, but things have digressed and we owe it to ourselves, sometimes, to explore unfriendly territory to find answers that will raise our quality of life for the present.
I know it says in the Bible that God has numbered our days. I don't believe that I can do anything to add to the length of time that God has allotted me, but I do think that it is up to me to determine how I will spend those days, and it's that challenge that keeps folk like me searching for answers in the health food aisle; answers to health and vitality. Food, supplements, and salves can work their miracle on countless discomforts, but none of them can remove the impending thought that we are all going to die. We can do our best to live good, happy, healthy, lives, but no effort on our part will remove the final outcome; death. I think it's this realization that helps me keep balanced with my approach to healthy living. There is no food, no drink, no ointment that will remove this fact from our lives and to embrace that is the beginning of peace.
Death, for the Children of God, is not the end, it is the beginning. It's the call home. It is the beginning of the long anticipated reward. Death holds no fear or dread for the one who's name is written in the Lamb's Book of Life. God may give wisdom to His people to make our journey more pleasant, but He has no intent of making the journey longer than He wants it to be for each of His children.
I don't take death lightly, in fact, I ascribe to it the proper awe and reverence that it deserves. Ecclesiastes 3:11 says, "He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end." And, "Psalm 116:15 15 Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his faithful servants."
These passages don't mean that God loves death, but that He honors it as a right of passage into the Rest that He has provided for us. He holds our lives and death as an honor unto His name. What an amazing thought!
As I come back to this blog and my audience of two, LOL, I just want to say that no matter how hard we try to do everything right in the area of healthy living, we will eventually succumb to the inevitable. Let that thought not keep you from your Paleo cookies and organic produce, but let it give you the freedom to administer your "prescriptions" with an air of ease and joy; knowing your limits, and leaving the rest in the hands of Him who loves you so very much.
Until next time...
Saturday, March 22, 2014
March, 22, 2014
Came across this recipe online and thought I'd share it:
Came across this recipe online and thought I'd share it:
Homemade Deodorant Recipe using Coconut Oil
(this post contains affiliate links)- 1/3 cup coconut oil (where to buy it)
- 1/4 cup baking soda
- 1/4 cup arrowroot powder (where to buy it)
- 4 tablespoons cornstarch (this will add an antiperspirant effect to the deodorant.)
- (Optional) essential oils–try tea tree, sweet orange, lavender, frankincense, etc. (my favorite essential oils)
How to make:
- Mix baking soda, cornstarch, and arrowroot powder in a bowl.
- Add coconut oil and use a fork or pastry cutter to blend into the dry ingredients.
- Add 5-10 drops of your chosen essential oil (I used tea tree oil).
- Add more coconut oil or baking soda to achieve your desired consistency.
- Viola! Now you have easy-peasy, good-for-you, all-natural deodorant!
Other Notes:
- This recipe uses coconut oil which will liquefy at 76 degrees (it will remain solid at any temp under 76 degrees). I live in Florida and this deodorant stays a paste-like consistency in my bathroom. However, my husband uses the bathroom upstairs and at times, it turns into a thick liquid-y consistency. He doesn’t find it a problem, though. He just dabs his finger into it, messages it into his underarms, and then rinses his hands afterward.
- I’ve heard of people putting their homemade deodorants in cleaned-out store-bought deodorant containers but it didn’t work for me. My DIY deodorant leaked out the bottom of the container and was a gooey mess.
- Instead, I store this coconut oil deodorant in a small glass jar and I keep it in my medicine cabinet.
- To apply, I take a small amount and rub it together with my hands to soften and then rub it into my underarms like a lotion.
- Me and my husband both use this deodorant and absolutely love it. We’d never switch back to store-bought. You really must give it a try.
March 22, 2014
I'm back! I doubt I have any followers now since I left everyone hanging for so long. I have been without internet for two months and blogging was not possible. However, I really don't mind if I don't have a following. I blog more for my own amusement.
This week we had two sets of twin kids born to our two Alpine does. They are doing great and so are the mamas. I will have lots of milk in a month. I'll have to get busy learning how to make more cheeses and yogurt. I have never successfully made goat yogurt. Time to bring in the professionals.
I am almost finished with the quilt that I've been working on. It looks real cute, but I am ready for a smaller project.
We have been doing good with our healthy eating project, but some old habits have crept back in. I find it hard to have the time to make EVERYTHING from scratch, so we have to opt for store-bought on some things. We had eggs with ham and whole wheat bagels for breakfast. Sandwiches for lunch and spaghetti for dinner. All good foods, but lacking the "clean" ingredient. I think it's something I will have to constantly adjust and readjust.
We have a friend here from Council Id. that has been helping us insulate the upstairs. He's been here since Wed. It looks like he's got Morgan's room done and ready for tape and texture. It's a tough job because everything is crooked up there. I don't think they had the same tools we have in 1904. But I am soooo glad that it is getting done. It's a huge job!
We're still having to light fires in the stove at night, but the day warms after lunch so we don't keep it going.
We will leave after church tomorrow to take Dave back to Council and visit the Carters. Otis and Jo are taking my puppies to Biggs Junction to meet their new owners. It's nice having family so close.
I'm back! I doubt I have any followers now since I left everyone hanging for so long. I have been without internet for two months and blogging was not possible. However, I really don't mind if I don't have a following. I blog more for my own amusement.
This week we had two sets of twin kids born to our two Alpine does. They are doing great and so are the mamas. I will have lots of milk in a month. I'll have to get busy learning how to make more cheeses and yogurt. I have never successfully made goat yogurt. Time to bring in the professionals.
I am almost finished with the quilt that I've been working on. It looks real cute, but I am ready for a smaller project.
We have been doing good with our healthy eating project, but some old habits have crept back in. I find it hard to have the time to make EVERYTHING from scratch, so we have to opt for store-bought on some things. We had eggs with ham and whole wheat bagels for breakfast. Sandwiches for lunch and spaghetti for dinner. All good foods, but lacking the "clean" ingredient. I think it's something I will have to constantly adjust and readjust.
We have a friend here from Council Id. that has been helping us insulate the upstairs. He's been here since Wed. It looks like he's got Morgan's room done and ready for tape and texture. It's a tough job because everything is crooked up there. I don't think they had the same tools we have in 1904. But I am soooo glad that it is getting done. It's a huge job!
We're still having to light fires in the stove at night, but the day warms after lunch so we don't keep it going.
We will leave after church tomorrow to take Dave back to Council and visit the Carters. Otis and Jo are taking my puppies to Biggs Junction to meet their new owners. It's nice having family so close.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Feb. 21, 2014
I think I should open an clothing store that's called, "TRUE PIECE." This store would have a disclaimer to sign when entering that would give permission for the sales girls to speak the truth. The motto would be "If it don't look good we won't sell it to you" or maybe, "Life's too short to be lied to, we'll help you truly look your best." See, there's one thing that really bothers me when shopping at the mall, and that's to watch a sales clerk sell an article of clothing, or whole outfit to a woman when the outfit does everything but flatter. What a crime! I don't care how a person is built, not everything was meant for everyone. The best body in Hollywood has to be selective about what it wears because we all just don't look good in the same things.
A real friend will be honest about what we try on. A true friend wants me to look my best. A true friend would never encourage me to buy something that looked awful. Therefore, the sales girl is not my friend. She Ohhhs and Ahhhs and says, "that looks great" when it really doesn't.
At my store we would tell the truth, in love, but we would tell the truth. It would be our biggest delight to truly make a person look like a million bucks. And why? Because we would care. We would have the guts to say, "Hmmm...not a good color, let's try purple. See that, look how that brings out your green eyes and makes the red in your hair pop" Or we might say, "Let's try a bigger size. If the fabric is loose it will be more comfortable and it has a slimming affect through the waist and hips, no muffin top!"
I think it would take some getting used to for some people. The honest thing. But I think they'd come back for more. I think they'd see a picture of themselves that their husband snaps and posts on FB and say, "wow, I look nice." Instead of, "Oh my Goodness!! I can't believe I thought that looked good!"
In my store we would love every body type and shape and we would work toward helping our customer love their bodies too. In my store we would be honest and that honesty would revolutionize the fashion world.
just sayin'.....
until next time...
I think I should open an clothing store that's called, "TRUE PIECE." This store would have a disclaimer to sign when entering that would give permission for the sales girls to speak the truth. The motto would be "If it don't look good we won't sell it to you" or maybe, "Life's too short to be lied to, we'll help you truly look your best." See, there's one thing that really bothers me when shopping at the mall, and that's to watch a sales clerk sell an article of clothing, or whole outfit to a woman when the outfit does everything but flatter. What a crime! I don't care how a person is built, not everything was meant for everyone. The best body in Hollywood has to be selective about what it wears because we all just don't look good in the same things.
A real friend will be honest about what we try on. A true friend wants me to look my best. A true friend would never encourage me to buy something that looked awful. Therefore, the sales girl is not my friend. She Ohhhs and Ahhhs and says, "that looks great" when it really doesn't.
At my store we would tell the truth, in love, but we would tell the truth. It would be our biggest delight to truly make a person look like a million bucks. And why? Because we would care. We would have the guts to say, "Hmmm...not a good color, let's try purple. See that, look how that brings out your green eyes and makes the red in your hair pop" Or we might say, "Let's try a bigger size. If the fabric is loose it will be more comfortable and it has a slimming affect through the waist and hips, no muffin top!"
I think it would take some getting used to for some people. The honest thing. But I think they'd come back for more. I think they'd see a picture of themselves that their husband snaps and posts on FB and say, "wow, I look nice." Instead of, "Oh my Goodness!! I can't believe I thought that looked good!"
In my store we would love every body type and shape and we would work toward helping our customer love their bodies too. In my store we would be honest and that honesty would revolutionize the fashion world.
just sayin'.....
until next time...
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