The "every once and a while happenings" of a homestead that is found a little west of town...
Out a ways. Past the once high traffic old market. Through a winding countryside of tobacco fields and trailer homes. After the country church and the shack with the old dog chained. And down a dirt road ... a real modern day dirt road ...Out in the woods.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

~ a girl's guide to building a duck pen...

OK, so.
We needed a duck pen because James, Jumper, Lily, and Lucy are almost humungo now.  I'm fairly certain that one morning I am bound to wake up and find them roaming freely in the shed side of the shed house because their barn apartment is a hole in the wall for them now. It doesn't matter, you need not completely understand what I am trying to colorfully describe.  As long as you get the general idea you will be in business.  (Hint: We are housing them in my son's barn toy box.  Wait.  In his barn SHAPED toy box.)

Anyway.  So.  Hold on to your horses because I am about to take you on a two and a half day journey on how to construct a duck pen.  And all of this is important because some day you too may find yourself needing a duck pen and I want you to be thoroughly prepared.


To begin, you need a phone.  And a Sister-In-Law who has had kids and ducks.  

This will be a vital phone call because this is when you will create the image in your brain of what you want the duck pen to look like after it is built.  It may take 90 minutes or so of discussion but in the end you will know, without a shadow of a doubt, exactly the best way to build your duck pen.  You will feel ready and the ducks need you to be ready.

Of course, after the phone call, something is bound to distract you so it will not be until the next day that you will line your kiddos up at the kitchen table to draw the specifications of the duck pen.  The children will have all sorts of very important details that will help you realize just how smart the little rascals are.  They will help you make a list of supplies, come up with the measurements, and help you make sure it has all the important requirements to keep the ducks safe; like an underground hide out. 

And once you have concocted your plan you will be even more ready! 

First, you will need wood.  Now, I am just going to flat out tell you the truth here because there is no sense in beating around ... I failed geometry in high school.  I actually didn't fail, I dropped the class because I was failing so bad.  It was terrible.  Awful.  I am thankful I was able to continue on and earn my math credits else where, like Computer Programming 1, of which I remember nothing.

So, even though I drew out the image of the duck pen, made a list of how many pieces, counted, measured, and wrote it all down; when I got to Lowe's and the wood I decided to use was 2' longer than planned I just said, "Sure, 8 pieces will be fine."  ... I need to make sure you are extra prepared because you too might leave with the incorrect number of pieces of wood.  Just get over it and be sure to plan time for a second trip, from which you will end up with extra wood.     

At this point, you will need lots of coffee to help you handle the two days of rain that will show up.

You are going to need a tape measure.  Skill saw.  (Hello, way easier than a chain saw.)

And screws.



Lots of screws.  If your dad is a carpenter he may cringe at the sight of your work the same way you may cringe at the way he folds his clothes.



Way more screws than you pictured in your head you were going to need.  And this will happen because either you have the wrong type of wood or you have the wrong type of screw for the wood.  But either way your determination will shine and you will just keep on driving screw after screw until you feel the duck pen is sturdy enough.


And then there is this stuff.  A big roll of pain the the butt.  This stuff is nothing but a yo-yo on steroids.


When you roll it out it will roll right back up.  When you ask your daughter to roll it out while you stand on one end she will most likely not hear you.  So, be sure to ask your son because the show is worth every second.  A pull and a twist and a grunt and a whiny "I can't MOoam!"  My best advice to you at this point is to use your down deep voice and say sternly (or just scream), "DO IT NOW or the DUCKS will DIE!" ... It will do the trick and you will see very quickly how your kids really are strong!  I highly suggest to wear gloves from get go.  I mean, who wouldn't wear gloves from get go?  Not this girl.

OK, so it's also extremely important to keep working regardless of what is happening around you.  There may be few minor glitches that, if you simply take my advice, you will easily overcome. 

#1.  Don't forget to set up a station, so that once you realize that it is almost supper time and not lunch time, you can put the kids in time out so you can focus and they can do math. 


#2.  Just be sure to keep your cool when you realize that your two boys thought it would be fun to play "Let's be Ducks" and pretend (well, not pretend) to dunk their heads under the make shift pond the REAL DUCKS were swimming in.  And I say this because...


... after you catch them you might just feel like giving up.  But, don't you dare!  You are almost finished!  After they take their shower and you manage to mentally wrestle with the boy you grounded to your side for the rest of the afternoon you will soon enough be able to ...


... GO MAKE SUPPER.
And yes, you can totally use duck (ha ha ha) tape to fix the break in the wood you just might have!

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

~ Time for a Trip...

 



So... it seems that my posting will be completely underlined.  I don't know why, but whatever.  I am obviously not as computer literate as I had hoped.  Bummer.  Life goes on though. 

Let me emphasize here that in my opinion this was the worst winter ever to attempt a new life experiment on our land.  I am not even kidding.  If it hasn't been one thing, it has been another, and please see past my complaining for just a second as just real life, real life, very real life. 

Take the first or second week in December for example... It was the first cold front that moved in through this area... and it was bad.  So bad that I woke at 5am in fear that my pipes froze, which they did, and I found a real deal sheet of ice forming on the inside of my shower.  What? I found myself blurbing through my fuzzy eye balls as I looked harder to see if in fact it was ice, which was true.  That will make a GREAT CAMPFIRE STORY someday for sure!  Obviously, something went very wrong in that situation, but I haven't the time, nor was it the intended point of this post to get into the freezing shower scenario. 





 






Ok, so whatever... I had this fun post all put together in my head but to be very upfront and honest with you I am having a H3LL of a time getting bloooger to work with me.  I can't edit or add to my above sentances because it seems the text is in a text box, that I cnnot get to go away. 

Whatever, none of that is important. 

You can take a look at the pictures and I will briefly tell you what happened.
So, my transmission on my truck went out.  I think every one in the world of FaceBook knows that by now. 
I had a rental car.
The night I had the rental car I had to drive out to the country (home) in  torrential down pour that was fast turning to ice.  (For those in TN, this was the ice storm that hit in the beginning of Feb.) 
All the time I was driving I kept thinking, "Lord, just let a tree be down somewhere on this road, so I will be forced to turn around, head back to town, and curl up in a hotel room, with cable television and a free hot breakfast... please?" 
Well, I dont' know if my prayer was answered, or if started my own demise. 
BECAUSE, when I pulled into the driveway guess what stared me straight in the eyes. 
It was very dark outside, and very wet, and very cold... but I was not mistaken... it was a tree.
A tree down. 
A tree down, across my driveway, and over my gate.
(Why couldn't I drive the car under the tree!!  Really?  Why ME!!  It's pouring rain and my front door is RIGHT THERE!!!)

 


So... see I know there are lots of errors in my writing, but the blogger world leader is keeping me at bay from an awesome blog post/read.  I really just want this to be done so I can move on with my life and attempt other more recent posts. 

So the  thrill is gone.

I had to learn to use the chain saw.

I guess it was meant to be a campfire story and not a cyberspace puff of digital air.

THE END.




 







 
 



































 







Wednesday, January 29, 2014

~ Steps...

Inside the front door is a green indoor/outdoor mat to wipe your shoes on. 
If you stand erect and let your weight pull you forward into one hefty lunge and you turn sharply to your right and follow suit you would now find yourself standing dead center inside my kitchen space.  From that spot, you can open the fridge and do a left side bend to grab the carton of eggs that I have to keep on the bottom shelf so they don't freeze on the top shelf.  At this point, after you brought yourself back to center, you can squat and reach forward for my pots and pans - grab what you wish... do you want a fried or hard boiled egg.  Spin to your right and you are now directly in front of the stove all set to make yourself breakfast!  Cool I KNOW!!

So, back to the front door...  5 steps forward puts you in front of the bathroom door.  10 steps and you have made it to the back door. 

From the bathroom door if you face to the left and take 5 steps forward you will find yourself at the foot of my bed.  Well, it's my daughters bed, that I am borrowing for the time being because it seemed like a good idea to sell our sleep number bed in the moving sale... stop thinking, it's over. 

OK, so the end of my bed is five steps from the bathroom door.  My bed is exactly ONE WHOLE STEP from my kids' awesome tree bunk bed ... they love it, they like to climb trees, so you know.

Yes, one step and the kids are right there.  (I'm sure somewhere there is a law prohibiting something like this, but please keep in mind this is a temporary camping type thing and "in the county there are no codes" and ignorance is bliss so I'm assuming we are OK.) 

So, from the end of my kids' bed to where I am currently sitting clanking away is another, you guessed it, five steps.  It's really rather square and even and straight and flat.  Cozy some would say.  Others may feel confined.

I feel ... well, that's all depending on the day to be honest with you.

Lately, I have felt like a big fat mess.  But we won't go there.

I think I'm supposed to write that I feel at home ... and I agree with that statement on many levels.  It's just that sometimes life is messy.  Fat messy.  Like a freaky, frozen, unusually cold winter, that you have decided to put your washing machine out in the uninsulated shed and now you are down to your last pair and have 15 loads of freezing cold laundry to do when it warms up, messy.  You get the picture. 

Anyway.  

It was neat the way we found this ground that will someday be our ending place.  Hubby was amidst his mid life crisis of being bored for the first time ever and searched his soul to figure out "what to do."  It led him to land. We had one day, really more of an afternoon, that consisted of a few hours that some friends entertained our kids for us so we could drive the country roads with "THE LAND MAN." He took us here and he took us there.  And then here and there. And then here and there some more.  (Well, really I think it was just here and there and maybe another there and then here, but I can't really remember ... well I can remember, I'm just dragging it out to make it fun like it should be.)  Then he said, "I have one more spot to show you."  He knew what he was doing, they don't call him "THE LAND MAN" for nothing right. 

When we pulled in we couldn't wipe the smiles of our faces.  Kids in a candy store I suppose.  Flat dab in the middle of nowhere... down an old dirt road.



Stay tuned!  I know someone out there is wanting to see pictures and I PROMISE they WILL COME... it's a process and I kind of am enjoying taking my time.  LOVE YOU!

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

~ For Starters...

So.  I figured it was about time to "get this thing started."  I am supposing that some out there are interested in knowing more about all of our happenings than what a "status update" can really portray.  And in the midst of bossing my kids to bed as I was washing up the days dishes the motivation set in.  And, now it's waaaay past every one's bedtime and some of the juices are flowing.  Oh, why do I let this sort of thing happen?  I will be grumpy in the morning now for sure.  My poor kids. 

So, if you are a visualist here is your picture...
It's dark. 

If you are a sensualist... (is that a word and am I using it right? who cares.)
It's cold. 

If you are nosey...
The real deal goes something like this.  I am sitting in my rocking chair less than 8 ft. away from my kid's bunk beds, it is dark as the only light on at the moment is one string of yellow Christmas lights that are atop the partition to the jon, and my ankles are cold.  Actually, they are feeling somewhat numb... It could have to do with the temperature.  Which is now a toasty 68*F inside and 20*F outside.  Personally, I need it a bit warmer indoors in the winter but all I have for heat are two space heaters so I have to get over it.  Last night I woke my daughter up at 11ish to spoon with me and tonight it's my youngest son's job to keep me warm.  I didn't spend time in the Army to marry my Ranger and learn about spooning for nothing right?  Praise the Lord.

Wait.  Let me back up.
I probably shouldn't be telling you all of this personal stuff about spooning with my Ranger husband without really developing some sort of bond first.  Some out there may even be wondering why and the world is she writing about sitting in the dark, freezing, by the light of a 100 twinkling 1/8" yellow bulbs anyway?  Get a life lady. 

So, let me do a little explaining.
Hi.  It's me.  All of "this" started about... oh... going back... probably about 12, 13, 14 years ago.  We were just dating and were eating lunch at Cracker Barrel out by Exit 4.  We started up a conversation about what our dream homes would be like.  Mind you, we were just dating so it wasn't an "OUR DREAM HOME" talk, it was a "What would YOUR dream home be like?"  Of course, I had a grandiose idea of some cutesie cottage with a four seasons porch on the back and a painting room and a big kitchen.  His had lots of garage space for old cars and motorcycles. 

FAST FORWARD like 3 years from that day ... Now we were married, sitting at another Cracker Barrel down in Nashville during a snow storm, waiting for a friend of mine to meet us for supper ... she was late because of the snow ... so we headed across the street to Applebees to have a drink.  This is all important!  Once again, for conversation sake (kill the boring silence of being married for a couple years) we revisited the dream home discussion.  The best part was it became OUR DREAM HOME!  And literally we held nothing back... Money was no object because we were for sure we were going to be rich at some point!  I still have the napkin in a journal.  It was three stories.  Had a fireplace on every level.  5 bedrooms, a huge kitchen, a winding stair case,  craft room, "dog room," library, jacuzzi/hot tub, and a three car garage with loft overhead.  Not too shabby huh?

So... FAST FORWARD another 7 years.... Now we have three kids.  We are both in our 30's.  Made it past 10 years of marriage and X number of moves with the military.  And we find ourselves in a hot muggy old Army house way down somewhere in GA in late July.  He is between "jobs" and just finished a very high paced, demanding, fun, excelling job and is now in a "waiting phase" to go into the next stage of his career.  This was somewhat daunting and craze stricken for him ... and me ... and sure as the wind blows it happened...

He decided we should become SELF SUFFICIENT.  Yes.  I am not kidding you.  It happened in ONE WHOLE DAY.  Just like that.  He fell in love with the idea of a dry toilet that he read about in a John Seymour book and I was already cloth diapering so WHAT the HAY!?  LETS DO IT!

OK, so listen.  There really is a lot more to this story, but it is late and I'm cold so my bed and blankets are calling... stay tuned.

Think of me and stay warm ya'll!