Category Archives: family

Sometimes we need help

Since we don’t have a chainsaw, we have to ask for help when it comes to trees.  Boomer’s dad came over yesterday to help cut up the HUGE limb that fell from the neighbors tree.  We waited for them to come over and take care of it, but they didn’t.   I think I am going to use these to make a new raised bed in the front yard.

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Also, the well cover that was here when we bought the house had seen better days, and Jerry made us a new one.  It’s heavier and sturdier than the other one and is much better looking.  It is also the right size so when boomer mows around it the cutting deck won’t bang into it!

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Thankful for family!

My mom

It was a great visit despite all the rain.  Two of my favorite people Mom and Madigan had a great time together.  It had been a while since she has spend more than a few days with us.  We ate a lot.  I gained about 10 lbs.  she made extra of everything to load our freezers with pork roast and homemade chicken and noodles.  She made gluten free cookies for Boomer.

I will see her more this year than I have in years, With one more quick visit Thanksgiving weekend, with a bonus of two Aunts, a sister, nephew and grandniece.

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Labor Day weekend

We didn’t go to the beach this year for the unofficial end of summer, instead rocked the weekend our way.  In the past at the beach, we would go with the group to PF Changs and get minced chicken in a lettuce cup.  This year, made it at home…so much better with bibb lettuce from Thornfield Farm!IMG_8055

We rocked some other apps–poppers, stuffed mushrooms…you know the good stuff.  Saw some friends at the market, hung out for a lazy Saturday.

Sunday before we went to see my family we made a detour for what we have decided is the best GF pizza around at Cootie Browns.

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After pizza we went to see my sister, her son and his family.  We had such a great time, talking, laughing, holding babies and eating that I didn’t get a single picture.  It’s always easy and fun, the fastest 6 hours of my life.  Madigan and Noah hang out, we cook, laugh, tell stories, pass the baby to the person who doesn’t have their hands full, make sure Eva is happy with games and funny voices.

I have another trip planned for the beginning of next month with my mom in tow.  Can’t wait!

the babies

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Justin Jenn and the kids moved into a new place.  And being the person I am decided I needed to visit on what might have been the busiest day of the year.  School starts tuesday for them, a friend of Abby’s had to get to the airport and of course, there is still unpacking to do.  We got there around noon and left after 6.  For me the time FLEW by, with talking, laughing and cooking.  It’s amazing seeing what smart, considerate, kind people they are.  The kids are happy and really isn’t that all we want!

I saw my nephew and husband do a good deed when an elderly woman walking her dog lost control when another dog walked by.  She fell and the dogs were fighting.  Justin went to deal with the dogs and Boomer went to help the woman who fell.  I was impressed with how each of them handled the situation.  I of course did nothing by make sure the kids didn’t get around the dogs fighting.

so much…just…SO MUCH

This year seems to be action packed.  There is so much going on.  Making costumes for Madigan, knitting for babies, new chickens, old chickens, a new adventure that will involve all three of us doing what we want/love to do.  (deep breath)

I wake up in the middle of the night, with a thought of how I am going to make the crazy striped leggings for Madigan’s next costume?  If the grey is going to be too dark for the nursery on the next baby blanket? How soon can we process the meat birds? Should I start my garden with seeds only or buy plants at the farmers market?  My thoughts seem to be racing with excitement over my life, not the life I hope to have but the life I have.

Maybe this is what people call a passion for life.  Being excited about all the things you are doing , regular life stuff, doing them because you really want to, not because you have to.  My job, more specifically, the hours I work, allow me to use my time off to get stuff done.

A by product of this, I am loving  my family.  Yes, I love my kid and my husband, but we have a new spark a new excitment.  I miss them when we are all off doing our solo work, and when we are together we are having fun working together.  (deep breath)

 

Busy weekend

We enjoyed the anime convention in Roanoke and decided to go to another in Johnson City Tennessee.  It was a busy week, with Nate being born and driving over to meet him on St. Patrick’s day, I was still working on the costume Friday when we left.

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We put the BIG birds in the garden fence pen.

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We got to the con early-ish, Madigan got into her Envy costume. We hung out, got some pictures and hung out at the “dance”  (it was music, and people, and lights, but no dancing).

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It was a small convention, so we called it an early night.

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Saturday, she was France from Hetalia!

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She met up with some other kids dressed as other countries in the Hetalia series.  They joined the costume contest, won for best group.

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We hung out for the rest of the weekend. Had the best gluten free pizza EVER at Cootie Browns.  Enjoyed the closing ceremony.  Driving home, Madigan still wanted to wear her wig.

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Not sure when we will make it to another convention, but for now, I need to clean up after this last costume.

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Next project for me will be making garment bags for the different costumes.

Happy St Patrick’s day–expect a crap-ton of pictures!

Today I drive to Tennessee to meet my new great nephew.  (Today he will become who he really is, but in my heart, always Nacho Jazz Butcher)  I love my ever expanding family in so many ways!

It’s also my 1 year anniversary at CVS.  Feeling good about my job, still really liking it and look forward to the next year working.

Another St, Patrick’s baby turns 18 today and that is amazing.

So ends the dreaded “10 days in March.”  (still trying to write the post about the “10 days in March”)

Oh the places you’ll go–without me

This weekend at the Anime con I saw my near future. We were one of a handful of parents there, since our daughter was on the young side of attendees.  I felt old and out of place, tired and interested in the topics and entertainment only as a visitor, not a participant.  As much as I want to be into everything and there with Madigan, that’s not how it works.

The world and all that it has to offer, is hers to discover, with out me/us.  (Let that sink in)

It hit me like a brick when the kids were singing karaoke, in a 1 hour time span I only knew 2 songs, one was a creepy cover of an 80s song.  At one point, when something happened the kids started the “one of us” chant.  I know the reference comes from a black and white movie called Freaks.  But theses kids know it as South Park reference.  I was half offended that these 20 and unders didn’t know the history of this quote, where it came from and that it’s not a a funny cartoon reference but a dark pivotal point in a movie older than me …BUT for them it is a South Park reference.  And there it is.  

Music, art, comedy, love, passion all these thing that we over 20 folks have discovered and owned forEVER is brand new to them. They haven’t had catch phrases that mean something to them, inside jokes, songs that speak to their soul, loves of their lives, ownership of their own interests vs just doing what your parents will allow, discovering a band no one else knows about…she is standing right there, toes touch the line.  I remember when it happening to me, unaware what it meant when I was there, but I remember the breaking away.

Madigan is going to discover a band that rocks so hard, or has a dreamy guitarist, or  funny clever lyrics. This will be all she talks about, and she will be convinced that no band HAS EVER ROCKED IRREVERENTLY or BEEN AS DREAMY or AS FUNNY AND CLEVER as this band she discovered…(squeeeeeee).  But they have, I could give her examples because I discovered the Sex Pistols, Duran Duran and the Dead Milkmen.  In fact I could give her examples for each decade.  I could, but I won’t.  Because she deserves this, the feeling of discovering the best band, book, art, food, friend, spouse…she gets that win without her parents.

She hasn’t said it, but I know it will be thought or said, and I will paraphrase.  I will never be able to understand her love of whatever thing she loves so deeply, because when it first happens to you, it feels so unique, it’s all you and only you can understand the depth of that love.  I am excited for her to experience that, but I know it’s a solo act.

I am not sure I am prepared for this, but I hope we are kind to each other, understanding and considerate.

My mom

I had a sewing emergency today. I had a weird spool of thread that I wanted to use but couldn’t figure out how to load a bobbin. Whenever I have a sewing emergency my mom is the one to call. And as always she knew the answer, was able to explain it in a way that I understood and she was encouraging of my wanting to keep trying. I thanked her, told her I loved her and hung up. I tried her fix, it worked and I sent her a text saying “I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

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As I kept sewing, that text just kept bouncing around my head. “I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” It’s going to SUCK. And I mean SUCK HARD! She has years and years of life left in her, but I am certain it will be too soon for my liking when it happens. It will be unfair and I will not take it well. I will regret not seeing her more, and beat myself up for any and all of the times I was ever short tempered or frustrated with her.

When it happens I know I would give anything for just one more phone call or text. Just for the opportunity to tell her how I felt today. So thankful that she is my mom, that we got to be as close as we were for SO MANY YEARS. That she got to see me finally settle down, get married and have a kid. I would thank her for putting up with my rants, crazy interests and all the moving I did. Thank her for loving and accepting me for who I am and how I am. I would make sure to tell her how much I appreciate that she thinks I am brilliant and beautiful and a good mother…and that she taught me how to sew.