So, where do I start? My family is a good place.
I have been married to my husband for sixteen years. No, they have not all been wonderful, but most of them have. We have argued, yelled, screamed and even slammed doors on occasion but most of the time we're silly together. We laugh, a lot. You've heard of puppy mills right? Well, we were a baby mill. Basically, I was pregnant for nine years. That's what it felt like at times. Five kids and my body said no more. Now my oldest is 14 and my youngest is seven. Guess what I learned? I prefer older children to toddlers but newborns are the dog's bark. Yes, I said dog. We have three. Our oldest is a catahoula mix rescued from the shelter on the due date for my last baby. Baby was born two weeks later. About two years after adopting our sweet Suzie she had puppies. I know, we should've had her fixed by then. Hindsight's always 20/20. Anyway, eight puppies by the neighbor's lab. We kept one. The only brown one. Guess what we named him....Hershey. In fact, I think the only reason he was the one chosen was because he was brown and we wanted to name him Hershey. Even as a puppy I knew he was "off." Oh well, he's family now and we love him. BTW, those two are both fixed. Last dog is a recent addition named Smokey. Another adoptee and not home long enough to have been fixed but it will be done. Smokey is our first outdoors only dog. I love my dogs and generally want them in the house but Smokey has a job and it requires him to be outside. He is training to be guardian to our other recent additions...goats.
Nearly one year ago we moved into the country after spending our entire lives living in town. Since then I have decided to start a hobby farm. This is ambitious since I homeschool our five little angels. Should you decide to keep reading this you will come to know them well. Since our "farm" is brand new it has relatively few animals. Two actually. One "wether" goat (a goat that has been "fixed") and an intact buck (the opposite of a wether). The goats are named Burger and Doritos. Soon we'll have chickens with names like Popeye's, Church's and KFC. When those are all used up we'll use Tyson, Pilgrim's Pride, etc... Our rooster will be Foghorn Leghorn. All good farms have a garden and so do we. Onions, potatoes, peas, carrots, and more planned for later.
Now you are caught up to current events so I will talk briefly about today and leave you all to ponder the deep thoughts you've read up to this point. Each morning at six my children wake up to bottle-feed the goats. Despite the early hour this is a very exciting part of their day. They chose to be the ones and I agreed...rather quickly. Not that it matters though. They make enough noise to wake the dead, but there are worse things to wake up to than kids heating milk and playing with goats (whose pen is just outside my bedroom window). Life starts each day with play or, if you're me, the sound of play which is nearly as good.
Today was simple. Goats were fed, we had school, we played outside on the tire swing, and we planted our herb garden. Caught a cute pic of Smokey and Doritos resting in the sunshine and spent a few minutes trying to decide where to plant plum trees. Throughout the whole thing I had this awful craving for chips and salsa and even after a trip to the Mexican restaurant which, miraculously, is only a mile away (how does that happen in the middle of nowhere?) I am still craving them. What's the deal? I thought craving go away after you eat the food you're craving but my lust for chips and salsa cannot be satiated.
I will end here. There have been enough profound thoughts to keep you busy for a while I'm sure. Tomorrow I will appear again to regale you with new ones. Goodnight.
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