“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body. But rather, to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming …. WOW what a ride!” — Unknown Today I added several new cuts and bruises to my already extensive list… Read More How not to build a bridge
My cats are crazy! I feed them well. They have a great quality food. And what do I catch them doing? They jump up on the stove and eat the bowl of peas I had left there. Peas. PEAS! Aren’t cats supposed to be carnivores? Don’t they like meat? Not mine! Apparantly I have my… Read More My cats are eating WHAT?
I saved 12 cents today off my grocery bill! And all because I asked if I could. That’s a good lesson for me to remember. When asked, many people are willing to help you out. In my experience, it happens more often than not. All I have to do is get over my embarassment at… Read More It never hurts to ask
I was never good at math. The times tables baffle me. I know it’s just straight memorization, but all those repetitive numbers just get jumbled in my head. I can usually do one or two problems, but give me one of those speed tests where you have to solve 100 problems in a set amount… Read More Algebra in farming
Mirrors. Like many people, I have a love/hate relationship with mirrors. I use one to apply my makeup, but ignore the tiny wrinkles at the corners of my eyes. I use one to style my hair, but carefully avoid looking at the grey hairs while doing so. I use them to adjust my clothing, but… Read More The horror of mirrors in movie theatre bathrooms
Reblogged from brianandbuckley.com: About six months ago, you may remember, Google put up a logo that looked like this: (That’s the static version. If you haven’t seen the animated version, take a moment to watch it now. It’s worth the ten seconds of your time.) Personally, I think this is one of the best logos… Read More For those of us who don’t believe in ourselves all the time
I have broken a bone in my hand. That’s the actual doctor’s diagnosis. But how it got to that point is an interesting journey… Before I went to the doctor, I knew my hand was injured. I knew approximately when it happened, but I didn’t remember any specifics. It simply started hurting one day. No… Read More The trials of telling the truth to your doctor
The next time someone asks me “What do you do all day, since you don’t work?” I think I’m going to blow a gasket. Then, when the steam stops rolling out of my ears, I’ll make them read this: Honest-food.net…the imperative of protein What a wonderful, well-written article about the value of processing your own… Read More For those of us who don’t “work”…
In high school a friend and I had a saying to help us remember something in English Literature class. It was “We be tillers of the soil, we be diggers of the earth. We be dirt farmers!” What it was intended to help us remember I have no idea – the phrase is stuck in… Read More I am a dirt farmer
Compost is wonderful. I can think of almost no other tool I’d rather have around my homestead. It beats wheelbarrows, hammers, even my favorite cooking pot. If I did not have compost, I would have a more expensive garbage bill. If I did not have compost, I would have a more expensive chicken feed bill.… Read More The power of compost
Ranting About Rectangles 