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Showing posts from April, 2012

Snapshots on the Farm

Last night was our spring club pig (pigs for 4-H kids) auction. I am part of the clerking team that takes money and keeps records using a 20-year-old laptop and a dot matrix printer!

Thou Shalt Not Mock the Lord's Toilet Cake

Last Sunday we Presbyterians were celebrating a much-needed gutting and remodeling of our Lyndon Johnson-era church bathrooms. In addition to thanking the volunteers and quoting Matthew 15:17, we dedicated our new facilities to the Lord's doody duty. Do you not yet understand, that whatsoever enters in at the mouth, goes into the belly, and is cast out into the sewer? In celebration of this momentous occasion, a cake was procured. Since I have three children who often spend Sunday mornings running back and forth to the church bathroom, I sit in the back and was able to snap a mobile phone photo of the official toilet-seat decorated cake. And then I Facebooked the Lord's toilet seat cake. In the Lord's house. On the Lord's day. And the Lord smote me and my phone of iniquity. My phone is gone. As of Monday night we have looked in the house, the car and asked the church secretary to search the pews. The phone, which I last held in my hand in the sanctu

Swine Barber

Hold on to your knickers ladies, international pig-clipping man of mystery, Claude' (pronounced Claude-A) is BACK ! And if Claude' is in town, then there's only one reason--it's time to give some pig haircuts. We were fortunate once again to get on Claude's busy, international pig-clipping schedule (I may be exaggerating here.) just in time for our annual spring pig auction . This year, Ryan is again studying and learning from Claude's patented pig grooming methods. Husband and Claude' and Ryan have the task of giving haircuts to about 100 little pigs this week to make them look good for this weekend's pig auction. Our goal is to sell these 1-2 month-old pigs to 4-H families who will raise them to show at state and county fairs. (If you are in the market for a hog, please visit our farm page for details.) Claude' is VERY camera shy due to the great demands for his services as a pig groomer but just for the ladies, I did manage to get t

Overinvolved Parents Falling in the Forest

Lately I have been getting increasingly annoyed at the pressure and expectation for me to be an  overinvolved parent. It makes me think of the old philosophical question: If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? If a child participates in an activity and there are no parents hovering nearby, does the child still get the physical, teamwork, educational, performance (etc.) benefits the activity was designed for? I say yes. Think about the Peanuts kids. When I watched those holiday specials as a child, the fact that their teacher sounded like she was singing into a French horn was funny. Now when I watch with my own kids I find myself thinking about how children aren't allowed to solve their own problems anymore. What's a kid to do if their tomboy friend Priscilla calls and invites herself to Thanksgiving dinner. Would any kid these days even dream of throwing open the ping pong table and putting on some toast? That's a fancifu

PR Idea of the Week

As I bridge the world of corporate PR and bacon farming (the new consumer-friendly term the actual PR people for the Ohio Pork Producers developed), I always am intrigued to find stories where PR and bacon actually intersect I was really interested to read about Justin Esch and Dave Lefkow of J&D's Foods who managed to develop a business selling a product made out of vegetables to people who love bacon. The two owners have used PR stunts and innovative April Fools promotions to generate national media attention to their Bacon Salt family of products. Their pre-April Fools video and press release on the (actually real) Bacon Coffin garnered coverage on the "front page of the Financial Times in 26 countries,BusinessWeek, Fox News and Bloomberg." In an interview with the Huffington Post they admit to launching Bacon Salt (actually vegetarian and KOSHER) by hanging out at an Ohio State football game in a bacon suit. What PR person hasn't DREAMED about developin

Retro Easter

When I saw this little Easter action shot by Husband I KNEW I needed an excuse to post it. Is it his little bell bottoms? His mock turtleneck? The fact that my mother-in-law still had these drapes when we got married? I don't know, but this is one cute photo. Maybe it's the fact that this photo was taken a whole 18 months before I was BORN that is so fun. I do try to balance Husband's Brady Bunch era photos with a few 80s highlights of my own. This is me (left) with my six cousins and two siblings at Grandma's house, Easter 1987. My little sister is in the front left in a hat and my bother in the back right in a pink (!) shirt. I've always been fortunate at Easter to be surrounded by family, to have plenty of good food and to have someone else to cook most of it. Thank you to my grandmothers for decades of homemade noodles and pies. Thanks to my mother-in-law who hasn't lost sight of the fact that holidays warrant china, the good silverware, tablec

Birthday Boy

Today is my brother-in-law's 40th birthday. And I really couldn't let the opportunity pass to post some cute photos of him that I happen to possess because A) They were taken at my wedding. and B) The second cute boy in the photo is Husband. My brother-in-law gave the toast at our wedding. He did such a great job on his own that it took all my speech-writing expertise, plus Husband thinking for weeks to try and do it justice when Husband was HIS best man a few years later. Here's the birthday boy (left) and his older, toothless brother (Husband) circa 1977. That's not Instagram--the photo already looked that way. I couldn't pass up this little gem. Husband is on the left, age 6. My future brother-in-law is on the right in the widdle red socks, age 3. Awwwwww. I can't wait (actually, YES I CAN) to pass along photos of my sons to their future wives, although I'll probably just be handing over an ancient memory stick that they'll have to fi

Snapshots on the Farm

Out here on the farm, child labor is important. That's why pa and I decided to have such a big brood. Also, so I could sip mimosas on the porch swing.