Journaling

I was reading through some of my Journals I used to write in all the time, even before my daughter Julionna was born in 1998. Anyway looking back its kind of neat. Its a history in itsself. I stopped writing when I got so busy that I put it away and eventually forgot. 4 years had passed and the other night I wrote in each Journal. Each of my kids have a personalized journal I made for them. Saying
Dear Justen,

gnjgiongjgoinmor

Love Mom

All my kids have their own. Its my love letters to them. I feel bad, so much time passed since I wrote last. Because I had so many things we went through, fun times and hard times I could have shared with them. Sometimes I wish I could turn back clocks just for times like that. But what is nice is I still have days ahead. And if I do not because non of us really know, then they will have love letters from mom. That is important for me and I hope for them. I love my kids. I also have a journal for my hubby too :)

Cleaning until my feet sweat in my boots...

Yup I wear rubber boots. lol I hate getting my shoes wet and I go check for eggs pretty often so my hubby purchased a pair of rubber boots. Well this morning I had someone coming over to bring donations. I looked at my house and

thought
So I grabbed the bleach bottle and started cleaning! lolol It needed it. By the time I was done my boots were wet inside with sweat. Yuck! You know if your ever cold, a good pair of socks and rubber boots will warm you. The boots hold in all the heat!!!

Goodbye Hippy Chick

My hippy chick was killed by a dog, or weasel or something

I miss my hippy chick. She was a good chicken. I think hippy chick was blind, I am sure that is why she got taken. It was in the day time..

One of my roosters...

Well the other day I noticed my rooster running up to me sideways and his feathers all out and he was making an odd noise. I could not figure out what was wrong with him. The next day he came shooting out of his house when I opened up the door to the chicken house doing the same thing. I was looking at him with curiosity. All of a sudden a few hens came out and my other rooster came out and had the same thing and appearance as my rooster that was next to me. I realized there is nothing wrong with my rooster accept he is in LOVE with my boots! LOLOL I wear them when I go to my chicken pen and my chickens follow me everywhere as I have been their momma. Well sometimes I sit with them and copy the hen noises. The hens like it, then I realized maybe my noises were good enough it fooled him. So now every time I go outside in my boots he runs up feathers fluffed and goes where ever I go lol its so funny! Now if I am not wearing my boots he doesn't come near me at all!


(the picture looks allot like my roosters but for some reason I cannot find my pics, so this is not my rooster)

Just a few of my favorite things...lalalalalallala

This picture is above one of our doors. ^ We had a struggle moving into our house and our realitors purchased this and gave it as a gift to us...it fit well

This was a great find. My mom purchased it for me from an antique place. I love pictures of people. My camera is from my phone so is not that good. But you get the idea...

This little russian girl looked so much like me. My hubby purchased this picture in an atique shop years ago. This picture believe it or not helped me heal during the struggles of dealing with sexual abuse. It reminded me how God see's me, innocent and pure.

A few family pics

Few pics of me, hubby and the kids...

Top pic is of my mom and her sisters, second pictures are of my grandmother Lottie and the third is me and my sister Lori

Picture of me and my sister Lori

Aren't we cute!

Before and after- What a chicken house

BEFORE

AFTER

Now we just need to paint it red and white to match our home....

My first Egg

Yup my chickies finally laid eggs!!! Here is a picture of my first chicken egg. Pretty brown egg!!

My rebellious Chickens

My chickens usually heard to the their pen when I direct them that way, or when its raining etc..never had a problem. Well the other day it was raining out pretty hard and I seen the chickens hiding under the tree, so I go to heard them, those buggers ran around the yard and refused to go to their pen. This is my dog sparky in the pen with them (different day). Anyway I looked like a chicken with my head cut off, soaking wet. It was pathetic and sad.
So after my mom helped try nothing worked. I gave up and let them be. Well sure enough if I did not make it to the house and the sun came popping out. I wonder if those chicken knew what was coming with the weather? How weird is that?