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Showing posts from October, 2012

Sign of the Farmpocalypse

Every issue of Sports Illustrated has a brief quote titled Sign of the Apocalypse , a humorous but true sports news item that makes you wonder--have we gone too far? In that spirit, I present another installment of Sign of the Farmpocalypse, because I just can't make this stuff up. A farmer in Oregon is dead after being EATEN by his hogs. We experienced firsthand this summer how normally friendly, docile animals can still literally bite the hands that feed them.  Fortunately, these are rare occurrences.

The Subway Tour of Dayton

Last Christmas (note that it is currently October) I impulse-purchased a Groupon gift for my in-laws, the very people who don't even crack open their Entertainment Book. Yes, last year I bought my class-reunion-in-the-nursing-home going in-laws a Groupon for a Segway tour of Dayton. After we recovered from the county fair this year, they finally called to book their tour and were actually looking forward to riding Segways. So they drove all the way to downtown Dayton and avoided being mugged or murdered, just in time to get stood up by the guy who was supposed to give them the tour. Fortunately, Dayton Segway Tours made good on the Groupon AND provided two more tickets, so Husband and I got to go with them. The kids stayed behind but Morgan did manage to tell everyone at school that we were going on a subway tour.   Did I mention that it started raining when we were a very long and bumpy sidewalk away from our car? This did not phase our affable, camo-wearing, po

Snapshots on the Farm

My son and I recently updated the farm website, . He snapped this photo of our Hereford boar named Test of Time. If you're in the market for some boar sem3n, let me know. Husband will be happy to sell you a little plastic bottle of swimmers.

Grade A Craft Hoarders

Earlier this week I shared a moment with my 11-year-old son that I had been waiting YEARS for. A moment that brought joy to my heart and I know will leave my own mother bursting with pride. He said, my teacher wants us to bring in egg cartons. Ah, ha! I just happen to have a shopping bag full of egg cartons. Craft hoarding FOR THE WIN!! I'm so proud to be picking up where my mother left off. She ALWAYS had things on hand. Things for making a scarecrow, things for making a Halloween costume, things for every school project conceived. Do you need fabric circles, yarn, paint, glitter, ribbon, baby food containers (my baby is 6), then I am the woman for you. I'm always amazed when people say they need to go out and buy supplies for a project. Don't you already have a closet haphazardly stuffed with craft items? Oh, not everyone has that? So I'll keep saving the last few unused plates from the birthday party, pulling out the box of ribbon, sticking egg cartons i