Life is still busy. Another list is what we shall do.
1) The girls are FINALLY done with basketball. I have been taking them to practice every Monday and Wednesday and to games on Saturdays since the end of October.
Basketball. Over it.
They won their last game and each scored points, so it was all pretty awesome. And speaking of awesome, let’s check out another fab photo edit by yours truly.
I dedicate this beauty to my pal, Melissa K, who was so very proud of my last “blur out the name of the town” job. I am sure she is admiring my nice, straight line and how wonderfully the shades of red match.
Oh, sure. I could spend hours upon hours trying to figure out how to make things look, well, nice. But ain’t nobody got time for that. (Name that famous YouTube character, if you can)
2) I cooked chicken. I mean, our chickens.
Do you remember last summer when David grew weary of feeding geriatric hens and went on a butchering spree? Well. Some hens were pressure canned.
And some were thrown in the freezer. I cooked three, count them THREE hens all by myself, shredded the meat, and added them to a delicious casserole.
And, you had better sit down for this next part.
I ate it.
I, yes, I, Taylor Maliblahblah, ate meat of which I knew from whence it came.
This is a big step for me, people. I even knew the name of one of hens.
Sassy.
I ate Sassy. In a casserole. The end.
3) I also ate elk. I mixed it with beef and shoved it in a casserole as well and just went for it.
Who have I become?
4) Thankfully, I did not have a name for the elk. That probably would have killed the deal.
5) Do you remember that I gave the pressure canned chicken to my sister in law and her husband as a Merry Christmas sort of blessing?
They ate it and called it delish.
Attention all readers of this blog who have been horrified every time I post this picture and deemed these tasty, canned meat morsels unfit for human consumption:
Take it back. Apparently, it is divine.
6) In retrospect, Sassy could have been one of the gals to be canned and not frozen. So I might not have eaten Sassy for reals.
FYI.
7) I can’t find Peter. It is making my heart sad.
I have never been a cat person, but I really enjoy visiting with our two cats when I go outside to feed the animals. Today, I looked everywhere for him and he was nowhere to be found.
True. He is a cat and could care less if I call him or not. It is quite possible that he was asleep in a barrel of pig food and simply could not make the effort to make his presence known.
But still. I worry.
Because I am a 31 year old homeschooling mom who tends to chickens and pigs and I worry about these sort of things now.
8) I would like everyone to know that last week at church I had a group of people tell me that they would have never guessed that I would ever live on a farm and raise pigs and chickens and all that nonsense.
I just want the records to reflect that. Thank you.
9) Look at the woodbox my husband made!
Shoot! I thought I moved that vacuum cord. You know. Photo staging. Or something like that.
Oh, well.
Anyways. He made it out of scrap wood and it is a vast improvement on our old wood box, which has been falling apart for, oh, like two years.
10) Speaking of my husband, he did something really nice for me! We were at a store together and he noticed I like this certain hooded, sweater vest. I thought it was too expensive and we left.
Please note! We were at a store that sells work boots. My Lumberjack would never be at somewhere like, the mall.
Please note! Is it sad that I like clothes at a place that sells Lumberjack-ish work boots?
Please advise.
Anyways. He went back to the store later on to try and get the vest for me. They did not carry my size.
Please note! He knew my size.
Amazing.
Anyways. He found it online and ordered it for me.
David. My husband. Shopping. For me.
This is like the equivalent of me eating Sassy.
And I am wearing my cute vest at this very moment.
Happy Monday!
You’re killing me, Smalls.
I love that David went back to buy you something and then even went the extra mile when they didn’t have it. And I really love it when wives are sure to point out such things to the world. 🙂
I have learned to enjoy shopping at Fleet Farm (Lumberjackish boot store). And everytime I say I like something from there, I feel like a hick.
But I grew up a hick so I shouldn’t be that mortified.
However, I am.
But he bought you a gift? Online? He tracked it down for you? amazing!
A photo of you in your new hooded sweater vest would be lovely, don’t you think?
I dont care if it was delish, every single time you post that chicken jar picture, I hastily avert my eyes.
Oh Lord Jesus it was Sweet Brown…she has become a staple in our household! =o)
Yes, home-canned meat IS delicious! And ready in an instant, which is even better. Those bottles of chicken meat do look rather bare naked, though. Maybe tuck a dishtowel around the jars the next time you take a picture….
When I saw the title of this post, I thought it was going to be about how to get your kids to stop sassing you at dinner.
But no.
Congratulations?
We need a picture of the gift from your thoughtful husband!
I’m glad not Sassy tasted good…
I love this post…the things we do for love. 🙂
Neat woodbox. bossanova
WHAT?! I leave for a week and the world takes a turn! You cooked AND ate mysterious meats, and David bought you clothes! Whew, slow down kids.
Our horse’s name is Sassy! I took a quick look outside to make sure she was still there. Whew! Holla!!!
And Sassy the horse is saying, “I’m so glad you took the time to Findus.”
Unless you’re a Brit, that’d be lost on you. Sorry!
“Ain’t nobody got time for that” is now running through my head, thankyouverymuch. Not one, but two photos of the heebie jeebie chicken. 10,000 points for David and the vest shopping. Prayers that you kitty comes home soon. We had a kitty lost for a couple of days when we lived in the desert (where the coyotes, snakes, scorpions, and bobcats live). He was my baby. I was heartbroken. There was a terrible wind/dust storm while he was missing. When the wind finally stopped I went for a walk looking for his fur or body parts strewn about. About 5 minutes after I got home there was a loud meowing at the front door. I think he got lost and the wind obscured our scent. He smelled or saw us on that walk and followed us home. It still makes me cry to remember his sweet homecoming.
Is Peter fixed? If not he mostlikely, is out getting it on. It is that time of year when the femals are in heat….I know I have strays and right now I have to male cats who are only there around twice a year, hanging around my house.
But I will pray Peter is ok. I would hate not to be able to find my cat.
Oh and that canned chicken would make great cat food. I would take some!!
Good to see the wood box has air holes……for we know how it could be used in the future for hiding
and other devious things. Hey, wait ….could Peter be in the new wood box?
I’m sorry about the cat. I hope he turns up soon. Farm life is not for the faint of heart.
I’m glad LJ went the extra mile to get the vest…very sweet. Little things mean a lot in the big picture of married life.
One day when I have some extra time on my hands I am going to count how many times that horrid picture of the chicken parts has appeared on your blog. Lol. And I think I have commented every single time.
The good news is that Peter is clearly not going to starve to death any time in the next three weeks.
You and LJ were clearly meant for each other. That is about as sweet as it gets. 🙂
And the picture of the cute vest is where?
Our tom cat disappeared for a month…And somehow managed to come home fatter. I think he was temporarily “catnapped” and escaped at the earliest possible moment he could drag his head out of his catnappers food dish…
Awesomeness-you ate the canned meat! You are truly on your way to becoming an honest-to-goodness homesteader! I am so proud! LOL
All things considered; you have a great hubby! But we want to see said vest.
Any husband who 1. pays attention to what you like and 2. knows your size and buys it is a real KEEPER.
Responsible pet owners spay/neuter their pets. Peter may be back. My cat disappeared for a week – he ran into someone’s garage when it started raining and they locked up and left for a vacation. He was starving and locked in. I was walking down the alley and I heard him crying. My spouse stated that I could not know that was our cat’s cry and I said: XXCCC!!!::”Jxxzz**@#$%!!! and then he poked out the screen vent and there was poor Mr Stubbs who ran out & immediately caught his first bird. We took him and a pillow to the drive-in and fed him pizza. My poor baby.
Taylor. Forget the picture editing and just try to take one that’s not blurry.
I can see your girls years from now looking back on their photos and wondering…were we smiling? I can’t tell. And is that you or me?
😉