tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13276886976728444202024-02-19T02:34:08.347-06:00The Adventures of April-jOne girl writing about everyday ideas as they occur in the middle of trying to do it all. Working toward self-sufficency with goats, sheep, chickens, kids, husband, cooking, cleaning, baking, and gardens galore.April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-24377015752065594782013-10-14T09:38:00.002-05:002013-10-14T09:38:07.596-05:00A goat milk run downFull size milkers:<br />
<ol>
<li>Cleo - Alpine - Currently in milk</li>
<li>Ruby - Oberhasli (has McFly with her)</li>
<li>GiGi - Alpine (has Elmer with her)</li>
<li>Birdie - Saanen (has Ophelia with her)</li>
<li>Eve - future milker - Nubian</li>
<li>Hope - future milker - daughter of Ruby - Saanen-Oberhasli cross</li>
</ol>
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Our other goats are:<br />
<ol>
<li>Elmer - future breeder - Alpine</li>
<li>Harley - pet - permanently boarded with us - micro-pygmy wether</li>
<li>Farrah - micro-pygmy - first year in milk - 1 cup - permanently boarded with us</li>
</ol>
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Goats for sale:</div>
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<ol>
<li>Collin - current breeder - father of McFly, Ophelia - pygmy - FOR SALE</li>
<li>Liam - uncertain future either dinner, breeder, or sale - Alpine - FOR SALE</li>
<li>Ophelia - future milker - Daughter of Birdie & Collin - pygmy-fullsize cross - FOR SALE</li>
<li>Emily - pygmy - 1 1/4 cup - FOR SALE</li>
<li>Meat McFly - future dinner - Son of Ruby & Collin - pygmy-fullsize cross wether</li>
</ol>
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No longer on our property.<br />
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<ol>
<li><strike>Amber-Rae - pygmy-fullsize cross - first year in milk - 1 1/4 cup</strike></li>
<li><strike>Suzi - not ours, just boarding for breeding purposes - pygmy - 1 1/2 cup</strike></li>
<li><strike>Connie - Nigerian Dwarf - 2 cups</strike></li>
<li><strike><strike>PePe - Just boarding until weaned - unknown parentage - wether</strike></strike></li>
</ol>
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We milk twice per day. We start by getting each goat on a leash, and lining them up on the 5 fence posts near the house kept for that purpose. Then each goat is brought into our "milking parlor" also known as my kitchen. They hop onto the milking stand, are given a bowl of grain, and are milked by hand. <i>We are planning on someday having a real milking parlor and a milking machine.</i>April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-45234411296582813542013-08-22T12:15:00.002-05:002013-08-22T13:19:24.289-05:00Wasted TalentI feel it bubbling inside me<br />
<br />
the desire<br />
passion<br />
longing<br />
<br />
to Create!<br />
<br />
Remember...<br />
<br />
The keys eagerly<br />
joining in melodies<br />
minor and longing<br />
music of my soul<br />
flowing, rising, falling<br />
<br />
Remember<br />
<br />
Notes on pages<br />
intimidating<br />
knowledge slips<br />
fumbling<br />
<br />
I gave it up<br />
quit trying<br />
unused learning<br />
few remembered phrases<br />
<br />
Wasted Talent.<br />
<br />
Pounding shoes<br />
grass and gravel<br />
soft strong steady<br />
exaltant strides<br />
flying<br />
<br />
Remember<br />
<br />
no improvement<br />
sore<br />
slow<br />
last<br />
<br />
I gave it up<br />
quit the hard<br />
unconsidered advice<br />
excuses<br />
<br />
Wasted Talent.<br />
<br />
Music stretches my limbs<br />
graceful thoughtful<br />
beautiful, fluid<br />
story expressed<br />
lost in movement<br />
<br />
Remember<br />
<br />
prices pushed<br />
new styles<br />
every chance<br />
sidelines, waiting<br />
<br />
I gave it up<br />
distance, money<br />
rejection memory<br />
out of place<br />
<br />
Wasted Talent.<br />
<br />
The orange, red, yellow mixes<br />
sunshine in swirls<br />
brown, red, black trees blooming<br />
from yellow, green earth<br />
blue, white rivers flow<br />
<br />
Remember<br />
<br />
great time eaters<br />
ruts<br />
no buyers<br />
only inspires<br />
make their own<br />
better<br />
<br />
I gave it up<br />
the kids use up<br />
time the great stealer<br />
always money<br />
<br />
Wasted Talent.<br />
<br />
Silent and sly<br />
I smiled her smile<br />
apples<br />
original sin<br />
piled high<br />
<br />
Remember<br />
<br />
Exhaustion<br />
recognition avoidance<br />
money<br />
uncertain future<br />
<br />
I gave it up<br />
contract lapse<br />
stopped pushing<br />
too much<br />
<br />
Wasted Talent.<br />
<br />
Words would wind<br />
with wired wands<br />
when written wide<br />
wrought with will<br />
<br />
Remember<br />
<br />
slow trickle<br />
realization<br />
same things said<br />
over and again<br />
<br />
I gave it up<br />
by default wrote little<br />
found my words all<br />
dried<br />
<br />
Wasted Talent.<br />
<br />
longing<br />
<br />
remember<br />
<br />
regret<br />
<br />April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-90312201748485765142013-05-23T11:02:00.003-05:002013-05-23T11:02:57.587-05:00Creativity in the Kitchen<b>Prestory</b>:<br />
On April 20th I was fortunate in being able to volunteer at the Isanti County Historical Society's Fundraiser: <b>Taste of Home Cooking School</b>. Of the many wonderful recipes they made, the one I really wanted to try was the potstickers. I purchased some of the ingredients but could not locate the wonton wrappers.<br />
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Whenever I search for or buy egg roll/wonton wrappers I always wonder whether I could make them from scratch or not. When I search the internet I only find recipes to use the wrappers, never to make them.<br />
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On another shopping trip I found the wonton wrappers to make the potstickers. The recipe turned out very good even though I forgot the actual recipe at the office, the internet was not functioning at home, and I guessed about how the potstickers were made at the show - I know there were ingredients I missed. Glancing at the package I noticed it said, "Great for wontons or Ravioli."<br />
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<b>Lightbulb</b>! Maybe I could make my own wrappers out of pasta dough!<br />
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<b>The actual story</b>:<br />
Wednesday evening I mixed up a batch of white whole wheat pasta. The kids asked to roll and shape as they usually do. Often we end up with an interesting mix of linguini, spaghetti, and random shapes (bow-ties, strawberries, hearts, apples). Very often it is clumped together because the kids have trouble with spreading it out, but we do not care. We love pasta, and really love the whole wheat home made kind.<br />
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This time, Lily made these adorable roses, and when stacked on top of her bow ties, it was amazingly like a flower with leaves. The photo quality does not do her amazing creativity justice.<br />
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<span id="goog_1833485096"></span><span id="goog_1833485097"></span>Vincente started with his usual 3-foot-long linguini, then switched to making squares. I was not sure what his end goal was, but I reminded him of the wonton wrappers and how we could save his squares for making potstickers on another day (I had made a double batch of dough). He then told me he was planning on using the squares to wrap up the lamb steak for dinner.<br />
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While the kids are working the pasta, I was milking the goats and doing my other afternoon chores. One of the times I was in the house, Vin asked if he could put sugar in his wraps. I hesitated. Sugar with steak did not sound good to me. However, he has created some amazing recipes when I have allowed him the freedom to do so. I agreed he could use a little.<br />
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We started with a plate for papa - the photo above. The two balls are Vin's creation - one is around only steak, the other contains only sugar. I boiled the ones on this plate, but after they were finished he informed me he had wanted to fry them like we did with the potstickers.<br />
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So we fried another batch. One of each type. I mentioned to him that we did not have to boil them as well if he wanted them to just be crispy - something I think he had wanted to do when we were making the potstickers. So we only fried them, and it was amazing. The steak wrapped in pasta then fried was lovely, and the sugar was just like a doughnut.<br />
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Vin handed me his 3 foot linguini that he started rolling it into a ball - he wanted more.<br />
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Then I had the ultimate idea.<br />
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Deep Fried Mini Cinnamon-Sugar Pasta Egg-Rolls (our digital camera is very bad).<br />
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The rolls are about the size of a finger. They are thin rolled out pasta - my pasta machine's thinnest setting (although the husband said he preferred them one setting thicker). They are sprinkled with cinnamon sugar, then rolled like a cinnamon roll. I even sliced a few into Barbie sized cinnamon rolls, but they were too hard to keep up with.</div>
April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-40639624692474255542013-04-10T07:20:00.001-05:002013-04-10T07:20:20.559-05:00Cookies for BreakfastI have a confession to make. My kids do not like everything I cook or bake.<br />
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Girl child especially has particular tastes, most notable in the realm of foods that are mixed together or cooked. Spaghetti should be in 3 separate piles, one for meat, one for sauce, and one for pasta. Oatmeal should be raw. Vegetables should be raw. And she does not always like milk.<br />
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Boy child is currently retesting his theory that he does not like peanut butter. He has had it three times this week and has not told me he does not like it. Perhaps we are past that phase. He does not always like all the meats I cook.<br />
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I like the kids to have a hot breakfast in the morning. Usually I try to make something the night before, or right away in the morning before work (hubby gets the kids up and off to school in the morning). The hubby's current standby for the kids is oatmeal since I stopped buying cold cereal.<br />
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Girl child turned to me today and told me she did not like anything but pancakes or waffles for breakfast. My mama heart wants to scoop her up and feed her pancakes and waffles every morning.<br />
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But I am out of flour again. What can I make that both children will enjoy for breakfast with oatmeal as the main ingredient. I have tried a oatmeal pancake which child neither was fond of (I loved it).<br />
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To the internet I went with this list:<br />
Oatmeal<br />
Honey<br />
Peanut Butter<br />
Eggs<br />
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Sounds like a cookie right? I went to supercook first. Because it usually pops up with just what I want. Only this time it failed me. No cookies to be found anywhere in the first page of desserts.<br />
<br />
So I typed in a goodsearch for the ingredients above + cookie recipe.<br />
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After much browsing, here is what I found: Click here for <a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Peanut-Butter-Oatmeal-Cookies-4">Source</a><br />
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<i>Of course I did not follow it exactly.</i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"><span class="ingredient" id="krakenRoot" style="line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></span></span><br />
<ul class="ingredients" style="line-height: 1.22em; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 26px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">
<li class="ingredient" style="line-height: 1.22em; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Peanut-Butter-Oatmeal-Cookies-4" style="color: #c15d08; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">1/2 cup chunky peanut butter</a> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I used a natural creamy just peanuts variety</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="line-height: 1.22em; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><span class="amount" style="color: black; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">1/2 cup </span><i style="line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="name" style="color: black; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;">packed brown sugar</span><span class="name" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> I used honey</span></span></i></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="line-height: 1.22em; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Peanut-Butter-Oatmeal-Cookies-4" style="color: #c15d08; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">1 egg</a> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I used 2 eggs</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="line-height: 1.22em; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Peanut-Butter-Oatmeal-Cookies-4" style="color: #c15d08; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">1-1/4 cups quick-cooking oats</a> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Because of the extra egg and honey, I needed 2 1/4 cups</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="color: #999999; line-height: 1.22em; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><span class="amount" style="color: black; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">1/2 teaspoon </span><i style="color: black; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="name" style="color: black; font-style: normal; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;">baking soda</span></i></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="line-height: 1.22em; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><i style="line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="name" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I added chocolate chips</span></span></i></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="line-height: 1.22em; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><i style="line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="name" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I added 1/4t salt (2nd batch)</span></span></i></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="line-height: 1.22em; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><i style="line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="name" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I added another 1-2T honey (2nd batch)</span></span></i></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>The first batch was not quite right. After having the hubby taste test, we decided it needed salt and a little more honey.</i></span></div>
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</span></span>April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-70933560987011532802013-04-07T12:41:00.002-05:002013-04-07T12:41:25.943-05:00GrandpaI do not remember much about my maternal grandfather, Tom Norton.<br />
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We did not see him or grandma Alice, much while I was growing up.<br />
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The thing I remember most was his music. He would pull out his concertina, or fiddle, or harmonica and we would all sit and listen.<br />
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I also remember dancing. Grandpa & grandma dancing. I would dance with grandma too while grandpa played. This is what I remember most about him.<br />
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That and his smile, "And how's April today?" <br />
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My aunts tell me that he was always telling stories. I do not remember the stories. Perhaps I was not there to hear them. I wish I had.<br />
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On Monday he was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. They said he didn't have much time left.<br />
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My grandpa is preparing for his final journey. He has lived a full and wonderful life. In photos you can see the long and caring relationship he had with my grandma. Their life long love and service is admirable. <br />
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This Sunday morning I got a text from my cousin telling me that Grandpa is now in heaven. He passed peacefully held by his loving bride and surrounded by his children.<br />
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Once I finally got out of bed this morning, I looked out the window and shouted with glee, "Bella has two" ran down the stairs. Our last babies of the season, now are named Tom & Alice. Although Tommie might be a girl.<br />
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<br />April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-54928103420657585822013-04-05T22:04:00.001-05:002013-04-05T22:04:36.494-05:00EmotionThere seems to be a shelf-life to my resolutions. I start to feel stressed or hurried and they go right out the door with the compost.<br />
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I spent much of the last several months keeping my eating of grains and sugars to a minimum. I was feeling good, losing weight, and generally keeping higher energy.<br />
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Then the stress started piling up, stacking up in impossible piles, tipping over and spilling all over the floor, spreading to every flat surface in my home and life. <br />
<br />Today marked the passing of another mama sheep. She labored hard to deliver her babies but they refused to be born. I have participated in two unsuccessful animal labor interventions. I did not want to have another one staining my hands, so I let her try. Once she had passed I thought there might still be life in the three who were inside. There was no life.<br />
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Add to today, the load of those who have not survived on my farm this year. The mistakes and unexpected expenses. The trials and failures. The money gushing away from us like water breaking before birth. The failing health of my grandpa. The emotion of knowing he is not long for this world. The stress of work overload and training someone new during our busiest time of year.<br />
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I cried a little today. Here and there. In chorus with my sister. During a stolen moment in the car. When my son inquired, "Are you OK mama?"<br />
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A really good cry is in order, but so far there is not time for it. Perhaps tomorrow.<br />
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A crazy, you could never imagine it kind of days.</div>
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A frantic phone call, a goat baby is unwell, buy medication on the way home.</div>
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Arrive home before the goat arrives. Poor baby. Tetnus - we do all we can.</div>
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Struggling for life on the kitchen floor with my husband as doctor. </div>
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I take the kids, mine and theirs, outside to see the animals, lead the horse around, ride bareback. Kid fun on the farm.</div>
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She was still alive. Amazing.</div>
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I bring her into the house, "As if this day could not be any odder".</div>
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Not only were her feathers stuck to the ice - something that had happened to one of our ducks earlier this winter - her feet and legs up to the knees were buried in the ice.</div>
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Because my bathtub is out of commission, she had the joy of an extended shower. I tried to aim the water at the bowl only, but she did get quite soggy.</div>
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She survived. She seems to keep up just fine with the rest of my basement chickens. We are hoping to release her and the other adults to the back yard in the next few weeks.</div>
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April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-30585567286607011512013-04-03T21:12:00.002-05:002013-04-03T21:12:17.410-05:00BirdsBirds<br />
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Today I saw a pair of Robins - Spring is getting closer.<br />
Earlier today I saw a Heron.<br />
Earlier this week I saw a pair of geese setting up housekeeping on the edge of our pond.<br />
Last month the doves returned to our yard.<br />
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It may seem like winter will never end, but the birds know for certain in their bones, and so we have hope.<br />
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The birds have returned<br />
as winter slowly lets go<br />
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Soon shoots will appear<br />
and green will grow<br />
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Warmth will be common<br />
with spring no snow<br />
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<br />April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-52338356238722980082013-04-02T21:44:00.000-05:002013-04-02T21:44:19.449-05:00Hay<br />
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Someday I will grow my own. Somehow, someway!</div>
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April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-71595639474761418762013-04-01T22:35:00.003-05:002013-04-01T22:35:42.759-05:00DeathWe have lost so many goat, sheep, and chicken babies this year. Babies are so much harder to lose than adults.<br />
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I found out today that my grandfather has terminal lung cancer. He's 90+. While I will miss him once he is gone, it does not tear my heart the way the death, or even pain of a child does.<br />
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I have people ask me how I do it, how do I keep going even though I face the death. I turn myself off, shut down the thoughts and keep moving. I do what has to be done knowing I can save the tears for later. Hold my children while they cry, comfort them, reassure them. "I will think about that tomorrow."<br />
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I do not recall how many we have lost, or what all their names were. I could come up with a list if I tried, but I really don't want to know how many. It won't make it easier. Instead I keep moving, no time to get attached. Take care of what I can, rejoice in the eggs I collect, or the bread successes.<br />
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I do pray, that tomorrow there will be no more death.<br />
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And in case I have now depressed you all and made you not want to ever raise animals: Let me introduce Licorice. Born Today. He is a little fighter.<br />
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I actually did it. I stuck with something for the entire length of the challenge. I wrote every day, perhaps not my best work, but I got in here and wrote. I put a photo up too. Somedays I tried really hard, other days I just threw it together - as I am sure you could tell. Still, every day writing.</div>
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Amazing. I never do this.</div>
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Now the real food thing did not go as well. That was my usual attempt that faded off. Especially this past week - week and a half. Too much stress led to not saying no, and ending up eating a ton of junk food. The scale at the store agreed with my feeling that I had gone overboard. </div>
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Here is to a healthy change reboot.</div>
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I put the last inch of a celery bunch in a cup of water - look it's growing!</div>
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<br />April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-39486687740739838662013-03-31T00:29:00.001-05:002013-03-31T00:29:12.999-05:0046 - RootsRoots<br />
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I am slightly late with this post. There were Easter Baskets that needed filling. The plastic tomato containers will have chicks in the tomorrow morning.<br />
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My daughter lost another tooth. In our house the tooth fairy turns teeth into gold dollars.</div>
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The roots of traditions are wonderful things. Small things we do to create magic and wonder in our lives. Days set aside for something as simple as pizza, or as amazing as family holiday gatherings. Our new traditions branching out from the roots of childhood traditions.April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-58820454231883438522013-03-29T21:56:00.001-05:002013-03-29T21:56:23.610-05:00Day 45 - FarFar<br />
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How far it must have seemed that day to climb the hill.<br />
How lonely it must have seemed that day hanging high.<br />
How dark it must have seemed that day watching them weep.<br />
How quiet it must have seemed that evening.<br />
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How far it must have seemed that morning walking to the tomb.<br />
How horrifying it must have seemed that morning staring in.<br />
How heartbreaking it must have seemed that morning, empty.<br />
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How startling it must have seemed that morning seeing the gardener.</div>
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How far it must have seemed that day rushing home.</div>
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How astounding it must have seemed that day hearing the news.</div>
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How anxious it must have seemed that day waiting.</div>
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April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-13246369334527394142013-03-28T20:57:00.001-05:002013-03-28T20:57:42.261-05:00Day 44 - CupCup<br />
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I blew out a cup's worth of eggs today. Eggs for the kids to paint. The eggs I will be able to use in baking for an Easter Party. We rarely do the typical hard boiled color kits. I like blowing out eggs because they last longer and you have a lovely collection from year to year. I need to start storing them more securely though, we break a bunch throughout the years. Maybe this year I will remember to put them in egg cartons!<br />
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The amount of unreal food in the house is dwindling. It has been especially hard on my husband who is a devout follower of all things fake. Because of this I try to mix up the usual meal choices, make new treats, bake more. Unfortunately I am out of flour again, and there is nothing easy for my husband to feed the children who are home from school tomorrow.<br />
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I have a few boxed baking mixes in the cupboard, Completely unreal and full of junk, but I may have to resort to baking them for consumptions tomorrow and the family Easter Party so that I do not over extend the budget.<br />
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I really should find a place to get 50lb Bags of whole wheat flour like my mom did when we were growing up. Maybe I would stop running out.<br />
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Can i borrow a cup or two of flour ;)<br />
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<br />April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-83814083361414298382013-03-27T21:52:00.000-05:002013-03-27T21:52:29.327-05:00Day 43 - HelpHelp<br />
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Today a miracle or sorts occurred. My husband was officially recognized by the Social Security System as Disabled. We have been jumping through their paperwork hoops since September 2010 (this time around - we tried this once before).<br />
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His lawyer freaked us out a week ago. The laywer thought we should just drop the case because of lack of evidence. We lucked out and we had an awesome judge who listened and was thoughtful and their expert job placement person said definitely no work. Wow.<br />
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I feel like I now have "proof" of what I have been aware of for years. Something to show the doubters.<br />
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Today was hugely stressful. My husband has been having panic attacks for this past week. Horribly debilitating spasmic breathing attacks. <br />
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To help calm him, I told him that this decision would change nothing. We would still have the same life, the same goals, the same plans. The only difference was the amount of time it would take to reach those goals. I told him that God was in control and He had a plan. I told him that God placed the people in authority. I told him and kept repeating the same phrases to myself.<br />
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Then they told me I could not go into the courtroom. I almost broke down then. All that stress, all that prep time, and now I was shut out of the proceedings. It was the more nerve wracking hour in my recent past.<br />
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Then when they came out and my husband was smiling, and he gave me the thumbs up. Tears were brimming, as were my husbands, and I think even the lawyer would have joined us if we had given into them. Wow.<br />
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This will help our budget amazingly. We have been toiling away bit by bit, paying down the debt, scraping by, driving cars past their fix it dates, using make-shift animal shelters. This may be the year that we finally get things going the right way.<br />
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We are currently pondering priorities, but this is the basic idea we had discussed prior to today's decision:<br />
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1. 10% Give<br />
2. $1000 emergency fund (I would like to increase this to a months worth of expenses if the amount is enough $3000)<br />
3. Debt Payment<br />
4. Fix Cars<br />
5. Tractor<br />
6. Debt Payment<br />
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The lawyer said it will take 1-3 months to begin receiving funds. They are paying back benefits to September 2010. Even after the lawyer fees, it should be a decent amount.<br />
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Help will come!<br />
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I splurged and brought home ice cream, chocolate, strawberries, and pineapple. It was a lovely treat at the end of this emotional day.<br />
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Side note - no deaths today - yippee!April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-14350635319622340422013-03-26T22:16:00.001-05:002013-03-26T22:16:49.757-05:00Day 42 - LightLight<br />
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I just brought home two baby chicks. They are Seramas - they are a tiny breed. We had purchased 3 of them originally, but they have all died, I do not know why. So why did purchase two more. Because I wanted to surprise the kids for Easter.<br />
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Problem 1: I still do not have the best set up for my chickens and I still do not know what I am doing wrong this year.<br />
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Problem 2: My husband does not like the chicks, he does not like the set up we have, and he really does not like the fact that we brought home two new chicks.<br />
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Problem 3: I simply do not have the money to make the changes I wish I could make.<br />
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My two new chicks need temperatures around 95 - 100˚ which means they need to be close enough to the heat light to be warm. The rest of my chicks are old enough that they do not need that temperature. Plus, they would just pick on and hurt my new babies if I kept them together.<br />
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So I am once again faced with the problem of sorting out who goes where and how to contain the chicks I do have. I wish I was living the life I used to live. Where things I needed were just charged because we "needed" it.<br />
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I hate this month by month struggle to just get by. I hate having to worry about whether or not there is enough to pay the bills and feed the animals. I hate having to spend the last few days of each pay period wondering if I will have to give in and use my line of credit. I haven't for a few years now. I somehow manage despite myself to keep going. Somehow each month we get by.<br />
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This horribly hard spring has made me second guess each decision and each choice and each plan. I wonder if the signs are pointing toward just giving up, getting rid of all of the animals, planning, and starting over.<br />
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The mud is starting to appear everywhere making me realize there is a light at the end of the tunnel.<br />
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April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-22956014239198049162013-03-25T22:12:00.001-05:002013-03-25T22:12:26.234-05:00Day 41 - RejoiceRejoice!<br />
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How can I rejoice in suffering and sorrow. Trials and tribulations mean we are growing stronger in character, however, it does not make it easier to bear.<br />
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This winter and spring - if you can call it that - has been hard. We have lost so many animals especially babies this year, it has been horribly tough. I feel like everything I have learned this far is pointless because it does not seem to have had an affect. Money has been too tight to call a vet - not that there are any actual vets who will help us with our goats.<br />
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In this area there are one or two vets who are goat qualified. Neither of them can take any new clients.<br />
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We need to go to vet school, and learn more about our animals, and provide better care for them, and for our friends who we are selling goats to. I also need to figure out a way to afford a barn which will ease much of our problems, theoretically.<br />
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Rejoice.<br />
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Perhaps I have gained a better perspective on what we should be doing or what we need. Perhaps I have gained a thicker skin toward death. With winter hanging on with both fists, and my shrinking paycheck, I am having trouble seeing the silver lining.<br />
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Rejoice.<br />
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I have much that I have been blessed with, and I rejoice in all the good around me. I can rejoice in the every day small pleasures and pray for a better tomorrow.<br />
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Right now I am rejoicing over the blueberry filled rolls I just took out of the oven - mmmm.April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-4398052839560626412013-03-24T22:12:00.002-05:002013-03-24T22:12:38.398-05:00Day 40 - BlessedHow am I blessed? Let me count the ways.<br />
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I have a husband who loves me even when I am not being kind in return.<br />
I have children who adore me even when I am too busy to be with them.<br />
I have family and friends who love me.<br />
I have great neighbors.<br />
I have a beautiful home full of items I enjoy.<br />
I have a vehicle that runs.<br />
I have a job.<br />
I can bake very good bread that people will pay to buy and eat.<br />
I can raise goats who produce milk that I can make into cheese and yogurt.<br />
I got more than 1 gallon of milk from my goats today!<br />
I can read.<br />
I fall asleep easily.<br />
I am good with numbers and paperwork.<br />
I have paid down my debt, slowly but surely.<br />
I have a budget and I have been sticking to is for at least 2 years.<br />
I have property.<br />
I know how to preserve food.<br />
I have internet and computer access at home.<br />
I can work from home at least once per week.<br />
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I could continue but my time is running short. The bread is out of the oven and I need my sleep.<br />
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<br />April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-56765390953210946362013-03-23T22:35:00.002-05:002013-03-23T22:35:30.524-05:00Day 39 - RestoreToday we were able to restore our septic system to a temporarily working order. I say temporarily because part of it is frozen, and we just need to wait until spring to have it functioning fully again.<br />
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In the mean time I must conserve my water usage - significantly.<br />
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While digging through layers of hay, ice, and refuse we came upon a wonderful sight, blades of green grass, hidden beneath those layers, safe and delicate. A restoration of the green from the deep layers of white and brown and slop. A moment of hope in a murphy's law kind of week.<br />
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I made this lovely mini fudgey chocolate cake recipe this evening - ringed in strawberry jelly. Too bad i forgot to photo before they were eaten. http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Mini-Fudgey-Chocolate-Cakes-232714 this lovely dessert has helped restore my husbands good mood.<br />
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<br />April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-85465359809871440692013-03-22T22:25:00.000-05:002013-03-22T22:25:45.829-05:00Day 38 - AloneIt is Friday night.<br />
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It has been a long week, and a long day.<br />
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I am sitting here alone on the sofa while the rest of the house sleeps.<br />
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I really want to go to sleep. So goodnight.<br />
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<br />April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-31473673011718810312013-03-21T22:01:00.002-05:002013-03-21T22:02:19.313-05:00Day 37 - Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-59089714694623595922013-03-20T22:00:00.001-05:002013-03-20T22:00:24.323-05:00Day 36 - BelovedI have been trying to be honest and open with this blog lately. Saying exactly how I feel. I have not spent as much time editing and making it perfect either. To continue with that theme I would like to tell you about my beloved.<br />
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I love my husband. I really do. It is a forever, no matter what kind of love. In it for the long haul. Forever. This is one small instance in the many happy moments of our lives.<br /><br />I realized again tonight that when husband is sick or incapacitated from pain I get angry.<br /><br />He called me today at work with a complaint and I really did not know what to say. I tried to offer ideas on how to make it better, but mostly I was just wanting to get back to work. <br /><br />I did not think of it again until I arrived home and he was still unwell. I started feeling angry. He was supposed to go to work tonight. I was hoping to have a quite kid evening and get caught up on something.<br /><br />"I can't work like this tonight"<br /><br />I get very worried when he calls in unable to work. I worry that one of these days they are just going to let him go because he cannot work consistently. It has happened so often before this line of work. This is the only time I have seen him keep a common interest, job, and employer in all the years I have known him. What if this call is the one that gets him fired.<br /><br />"I think we better go to the ER."<br /><br />I get so mad that I have to bring him to the doctor. Why couldn't he have taken care of it earlier (on his own without a vehicle). There should have been some way. Why am I always reminding him, nagging him, to get him to the doctor appointments, but suddenly the world is ending and I have to bring him to the ER instantly.<br /><br />I do not feel any compassion, only annoyance. I lose all my kindness and instead I become this odd, business faced automaton helping him get up, bringing him to the car, throwing together snacks for the kids, driving, answering check in questions. Annoyed. Mostly hollow and kind of empty. And very, very tired.<br /><br />I am always painfully aware of how unfair it is that I react the way I do. When my kids are injured I am by their side, cuddling them, offering medicine, suggesting, talking through solutions. <br /><br />I am at fault and I do not know the solution.<br />
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<br />April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-1328943847336661222013-03-19T23:00:00.002-05:002013-03-19T23:00:58.318-05:00Day 35 - DreamI am working on perfecting my 100% whole wheat bread. I found two recipes online that were within my requirements and tried them both out - new methods. Looking for the best method to make my dream bread.<br />
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Unfortunately they both require several hours and extra steps which leads me to now, 10:28 pm and I am just putting them in the oven - and it is before I am supposed to, so they will not be as highly risen as I was hoping.<br />
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It was either that or set an alarm and nap on the couch and hope I got enough sleep between rising and baking.<br />
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So here I sit waiting for the bread to bake and thinking about today.<br />
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My husband has a social security claim which has finally come to the hearing phase. We are scheduled next week. We went in to talk with the lawyer today and he said we should just drop the case with no contest because there is no evidence to support our case.<br />
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Seriously.<br />
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How do you wait for 2 1/2 years, going through endless waiting periods, filling out paper work, struggling, hoping, only to have the lawyers give up on you a week before the hearing. Apparently Seth does not go to the doctor often enough, and does too much. Never mind that chores that I can finish in 30 minutes take him 2-4 hours depending on the day.<br />
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The problem in my sleep deprived brain's opinion is I have not staying on top of this. I have not kept all the medical records, I have not been recording days he can't go to work because of pain, I have not been pushing him to go to doctor's appointments. I did not have the energy or organization capabilities to do that. I thought this lawyer was different and was keeping on top of things. So maybe tomorrow I will call the doctors and ask for copies of all the records and fax them to the lawyer, and maybe I will write up statements about his work record, you know, do the lawyers job for them.<br />
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I am so tired of struggling against this. I just want to give up. Can I please?<br />
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Photo won't post.April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-83220154844357002292013-03-18T21:44:00.004-05:002013-03-18T21:44:57.118-05:00Day 34 - RiseBreads rise.<br />
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I love baking bread.<br />
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When I came home from work today my husband sheepishly told me he had consumed an entire bag of scones from the freezer. "I eat a lot of bread during the day, and there is no other bread right now."<br />
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I set about starting a batch of bread. I asked my son what kind he wanted me to bake and he requested something new, something from a cookbook.<br />
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I pulled down my "French Farm House Cookbook" by Susan Herrmann Loomis (thank you Chris & Jackie!) and turned to the Pain (bread) section. There were several typical recipes for yeast breads, then he got excited when he saw "Ham and Parsley Bread." I was hoping we would all like it because I was not sure what else we would eat for dinner.<br />
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It is amazing! My son has requested that we make it again, and we are not even through the first loaf. Very rich and filling. Eggs and baking powder are what make this bread rise.<br />
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It is a fun book because it gives stories about the areas the recipes are from as well as about the food or the people the author gathered the recipes from. The bread section has a definition of sorts about the difference between a Boulangerie and a Patisserie. The first being primarily breads with some sweets, the second being mostly sweets and some breads. I would rather own the Boulangerie!<br />
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For dinner I also wanted to make some ratatouille. However the directions are very long and involved. While it cooked we ate bread and raw vegetables. I only just finished the ratatouille. Too bad I am not hungry because it tastes so good. I also pulled the recipe from the French Farm book.<br />
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I love it when a new recipe exceeds my expectations.April-jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00481873928726127356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327688697672844420.post-11013296966935550322013-03-17T22:24:00.000-05:002013-03-17T22:24:42.001-05:00day 33 - NewI tried some new recipes for preserving tomatoes and peppers this last week.<br />
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Roasted peppers, roasted tomatoes, and tomato paste!<br />
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I am most excited by the tomato paste - so many recipes call for those little cans of super concentrated tomato flavor! It took me 2 days, and many Roma tomatoes to create the final product: 3 cups of tomato paste.<br />
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Tonight we ate pizza: smothered in tomato paste (mine is not as thick as the store kind), roasted red and green peppers, onions, turkey ham, and home made feta. It was amazing! Too bad I did not think to take a photo because it is now all gone.<br />
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Tomato paste:<br />
Chop and cook tomatoes until soft<br />
Push through metal strainer or use a food mill to get out seeds and skin<br />
Put in the oven 300 for a few hours, stirring occasionally, turn off oven, go to bed<br />
Forget about it<br />
Turn on the oven for something else the next day<br />
Realize the tomatoes are still in the oven, stir, see that they are still liquidy<br />
Leave oven on for a few more hours, stirring occasionally<br />
Leave tomatoes in oven and turn it off<br />
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Suddenly realize when turning on the oven for pizza that there is tomatoes in the oven, pull them out in a panic because they are starting to get a little black around the edges, realize they are actually perfect consistency, rejoice.<br />
Put paste into jar or jars, cover with a thick layer of olive oil to preserve.<br />
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There are recipes online that you are probably better off following for time and temperature.<br />
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Roasted peppers:<br />
Turn on boiler<br />
Coat pan with olive oil<br />
Put whole peppers on pan<br />
Put under broiler for about 5 minutes<br />
Take out when black on one side<br />
Flip to unblackend side<br />
Repeat until whole pepper is mosly black<br />
Let cool slightly in paper bag or covered container<br />
Peel (red pepper peel the easiest, yellow are a little harder, green are the hardest)<br />
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