Picture Day, Mateys!

Posted on September 13, 2010 by Taylor

 On Saturday, we took the kids for their annual photo session with their cousins.  This is all my mother’s doing, and I suspect it is all part of her evil plan to get my husband inside a mall at least once a year.

Fact:  Lumberjacks despise malls.

Other things Lumberjacks despise:  paying for photographs, driving minivans, diet soda, dull chainsaw blades, mushrooms, and heating with gas heat.

About 6 years ago, my mom started this tradition of getting the grandkids coordinating outfits and getting their picture taken.  And I figured that, since we were there and all, I would attempt to obtain a picture of my four.

Sounds simple enough, right?

Wrong.

As soon as we get the older three on the platform, Little Dude senses a conspiracy and begins to scream.  Not just cry.  Not just get mad.  But throw himself across the platform, snot flying, face red, screaming at the top of his lungs, anti-picture-fury.

We could not get him to calm down for a good 5 minutes.  I did not think pictures were going to be possible.  But . . . somehow we got him to simmer down . . . although I can’t remember how we did it.

Oh, yes!  I recall, now!

He decided that he would be requiring the toy truck to be in the photo before he would be participating.

Ok.

What are they looking at?

I bet you one million dollars that I was trying to stop Handsome Dude from putting his hand down his pants.

Not that he would ever do that.

Please notice Little Dude on the end . . . who has miraculously turned himself into the most charming little dude ever!

Let’s add my niece and nephew to the mix . . . shall we?

The boys.

The girls.

The gang.

Look at how much my boys love me . . . they are just staring at me. 

Basically, I’m awesome.

And the picture-taker-lady requested that I stand near the center so that all eyes could still be on me.

Because, remember.  I’m awesome.

Score!

And we don’t have to worry about such nonsense for a whole other year.

Caution:  There will be one more baby in the picture next year.

Lest anyone gets their panties in knot, no I am not pregnant.  But my brother’s wife is.

***

Ahoy!

I would like to announce that yesterday, I, yes, I, Taylor Mali-blah-blah, looked and acted like a pirate.

Ok, maybe I didn’t really look like a pirate.  But “E” for Effort, right?

I loathe dressing up.  I did have a large hat, but was teased endlessly that it looked like a sombrero.

“Yee-haw, Taylor!”

“Hola, Taylor”

not holla.  there is a difference.

“Where’s your horse, Taylor?”

“Umm . . . Taylor . . . pirates did not wear sombreros.”

I would like to state once again, that the tag on the hat at the store said Pirate Hat.

So, basically, I wore a white shirt and some hoop earrings and called it good.

Oh, and I threw caution to the wind and added some pirate-y pigtails.

Then someone grabbed me and told me I needed an eye patch.  But my head was too big to get it around, so I tied it onto my lanyard.

Then someone else told me I needed a red sash.

So, they sashed me.

So, there you have it!
Arrrggghh!

Since I am sure you are all dying to know why I dressed like a pirate, I shall inform you post haste.

I work in the children’s ministry at my church and I am a leader over one service time.

I ain’t gonna lie . . . I’m kind of a big deal.

ha!

Anyways.

We have a big event every year to kickoff the new ministry year.  And this year was a pirate-y theme.

Mystery Solved.

***

Gone with the Wind came in the mail today.

Two disks.

OhBeStillMyHeart.

Sadly, The Lumberjack is working late tonight.

But I think I need to watch it nonetheless.

I told him I wished he loved me like Rhett loved Scarlett.

You know.

Minus the Belle Whatling part.

Oh, and minus the part where he hates her at the end.

Can I get a 10-4 good buddy from anyone who knows the book of which I speak?

***

So.  I will post for Fat Tuesday tomorrow.

*Sigh*

Spoiler Alert:  I have gained weight.  I repeat, I have gained weight.

But, alas.  I cannot post until the afternoon-ish time, seeing as how I must lead The School of Excellence.

You understand, don’t you?

See you tomorrow!

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Never Eat Sour Watermelon

Posted on September 12, 2010 by Taylor

A weekend update . . . if you will.

1)  Mabel seems to be doing better!  I don’t wanna brag, but . . . I’m pretty sure it is because I cooked her some fantastic rice with chicken broth that healed her to her core.

It was Mabelicious!

She would not eat anything all of Thursday and Friday.  But my miraculous-super-healin’ rice did the trick. 

She still looks super skinny and weak, but I am glad she is eating.

2.  We found baby mice in the trailer of our 4-wheeler.

And their mama hiding in the wheel of the 4 wheeler.

Other creatures we have seen in this strange, new land:  snakes, frogs, deer, moose, raccoons, turkeys, coyotes, elk, grouse, quail, and lots and lots of bees.

3.  A conversation between my husband and I:

We had taken new route on a new highway that I had never been on before.

Me:  We are on the road Danny used to live on, right?

LJ:  Yup.

Me:  Have we passed their old house yet?

LJ:  Seriously, Taylor?

Me:  What?

LJ:  Uh . . . . are we coming from Canada?  Or are we coming from the South?

Darn him and his sassiness.

Me:  Umm . . . .

LJ:  South, Taylor!  South!  We are heading North now.

Me:  Neat.  But have we passed Danny and Tonya’s old place?

LJ:  NO!  They lived north of where we are going.  We won’t pass them.

Me:  Huh?

LJ:  How do you not know this?

Me:  How do you know this? 

LJ:  Everyone knows this stuff.

Me:  No.  I can only tell north from the other highway.  I go north to go into town . . . you know . . . where Target, Starbucks, and humans exist.  I go south to head to Ruralville.  Once I get away from that one highway, I have no idea where I am.

LJ:  You are ridiculous.

Me:  Then I have to say, “Never Eat Sour Watermelon”  so I can figure out which way is east and west from those points.

LJ:  Ok, Taylor.

Me:  And since you have got me all discombulated, I can’t find that highway in my head and I no longer no where I am.

LJ:  Ok, Taylor.

Me:  I bet that if someone where to blindfold you and put you on an airplane, fly you into a completely different state, get you off the plane, turn you around 12 times, and take off your blindfold, you would still know how to find north.

LJ:  Probably, Taylor.

Me:  HOW?!?

LJ:  Because.  It’s common knowledge.  And besides, you have no excuse.  Your rearview mirror has a compass.

Me:  Confusing, nonetheless.

4.  I am about to don my pirate costume.

Please.

Try to contain your jealousy.

5.  We got some pictures taken this weekend.  Here is a teaser to show you how well it went:

Later, dudes!

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A List of Grievances.

Posted on September 10, 2010 by Taylor

1.  I forgot it was our dog, Mabel’s, birthday yesterday.

2.  Let’s pretend it is, in fact, today.  Happy 10th Birthday, Mabel!

3.  Mabel is really sick again.  I am really worried about her.  She is not eating much and she is getting terribly thin.  She shakes all the time, too.

4.  That is no way to spend a birthday.

5.  My friend, Bimlissa, moved far, far away from me.  I am displeased.  I moved far away from the rest of the world. 

Equally displeasing.

6.  I have to dress up like a pirate on Sunday.  I don’t know how to look like a pirate.  Nor am I in the mood.

7.  Ahoy.

8.  I am about to have a cup of coffee.

9.  Rest assured, it will contain chocolate raspberry creamer.

10.  I feel like I should bake something for Mabel’s birthday.

11.  But since Mabel is not eating, most likely we would eat it.  And I must ponder if we need to eat baked goods.

12.  I made banana bread already this week.

13.  Of course, I added chocolate chips.

14.  I wonder if anyone would notice if we just stopped doing Fat Tuesday?

15.  I really think Mabel is dying.   I don’t like this.

16.  I really don’t call my homeschool, “The School of Excellence.”  It is more accurately, “The School of Let’s Hope Mom Doesn’t Mess Us Up.”

17.  The Lumberjack promised to watch “Gone with the Wind” with me when it arrives in my mailbox.

18.  God speed, Netflix!  God Speed.

19.  I mean, really.  That darn dog has seen us through 10 years of marriage, 3 houses, and 4 babies.

20.  Is anyone still wanting to do Fat Tuesday?

21.  It’s kind of like Fat Friday over here.  And I think tomorrow just might be Fat Saturday.

22.  The Lumberjack is hardly home these days due to his work schedule/drive home.

I told him I’m living in his dream house.

He’s jealous.

***

I ain’t gonna lie, folks.

I don’t seem chipper today.

I fear I look like Gladys.

This week’s COW (comment of the week) goes to Marla.

“I think you should know that I have to squat almost every time I spend a day working at the farm… with my inlaws right there. Its hard.”

Oh, that is awful.

But, now, I must share with you an equally-traumatizing “in-law-horror-squatting” story.

When I was pregnant with Sweet Pea, many moons ago, we were camping (shocker!) up in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.  The outhouse was a good mile from the cabin.  Right before bed, my ma-in-law, my sis-in-law, and myself decided to head to the outhouse.

Ma-in-Law:  It’s too dark.  Let’s just go out here.

Sis-in-Law:  Sounds good.

Me:  Oh!  Ummm . . . I have never squatted.

The in-laws:  What?!?!

Me:  I don’t know how.

Ma-in-law:  Ok.  You are learning.

So . . . they force me to drop my pants and squat right there with them as they assess my learning disability in the outdoor-elimination-department.

Sis-in-Law:  No!  Your stance is not right!

Ma-in-Law:  Grab her arms!

So, now they are both holding onto me and yelling at me to pee.

I just couldn’t do it folks.  I just couldn’t do it.

I mean, really.  It is so unnatural.  How do you not soil your clothes?  How does this work? 

I like toilets.

So, I made them walk all the way to the outhouse.

I have a sneaking suspicion that they consider me high maintenance.

Happy Weekend

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The School of Excellence.

Posted on September 9, 2010 by Taylor

Ha!

The School of Excellence!

*sigh*

I crack myself up.

Yes.  That’s right.

We homeschool now.

We are some of those people.

Look out the window!

Can you see my house?  Can you see my wood pile?  Can you see that strange feeder looking thing?

What, pray tell, is that thing?  It was there when we moved in.

Our school room is complete, but it is nothing spectacular like some of the school rooms I have seen online.  All we did to it was paint the walls blue (holla!).  The previous owners left several different throw rugs, tables, shelves, and lamps of which we were able to use for the school room. 

The shop at our new house is divided into three sections:  a garage area and two different large “shop rooms.”  The room closest to the house is the one we use for a school room.  I think this room was intended to have someone live in it-there is a closet and a room where a bathroom might possibly be able to go in the future.

This little area is where we have our “library.”

Inside, I just have one shelf unit with books organized by reading level.

Brace yourselves.

Our library is massive.

Baby steps, people!

Baby steps.

I am only 3 days into this nonsense.

The top shelf is books that I choose for the kids or I read aloud to them, while the second shelf is for fun reading.  The clear box holds library books.

The girls each have their own desk, complete with a white board, pencil box, and art box.  The shelves in the back of the picture hold their notebooks and such.

As you can see, it is extremely well-organized and aesthetically pleasing.

Curriculum.

Oh, how I stressed over curriculum.  I decided on using The Well-Trained Mind, which is a guide to classical education.  I chose this because I agreed with the author and became excited to homeschool after reading her book.  I also appreciate the fact that she tells you specifically which resources she recommends-which was helpful to me, seeing as how I was a wandering soul lost in a sea of confusing curricula.

Yes.  That’s right.  I said “curricula.”

No.  I am not sure if I used it correctly.

So-The Well-Trained Mind is a guide.  I use First Language Lessons for grammar, Writing with Ease for writing, The Story of the World for history (we are starting with book one-The Ancients), All about Spelling for Spelling, Artistic Pursuits for Art.

Explode the Code for Phonics, Saxon for Math, God’s Great Covenant for Bible, Zaner-Bloser for handwriting, and Making Connections is for reading comprehension.

For reading fluency, we will try to get in about 30-60 minutes of reading a day.

Science is divided into three sections this year.  We are starting off with animals, then we will move on to the human body, and finally, plants.

For the most part, the girls can be combined, although I am being mindful that Sweet Pea needs to be a grade ahead of Daisy Mae.  So far, I am really liking the curriculum.  It looks overwhelming to see all the different books, but I find them all to be really interesting and fun to teach with thus far.

Yes.  I am super experienced in my in my 3-day journey of founding The School of Excellence.

I have had several people ask me why I am homeschooling.

Honestly, I have always toyed with the idea.  But I had a hard time committing to it in the past and we lived within 3 minutes of a public school that we were quite happy with. 

 I went to a Christian school from K-12, so I had always envisioned my kids going to a private school.

But in order to afford that, we would have to sell the children, and then we would no longer have children to send to the aforementioned school.  So that wouldn’t work.

I kid!  I jest!

I knew that if we moved to Ruralville, homeschooling was in my future.  In order to get them to school in town, I would need to drive 45 minutes one way.  So, if I drove there, went home, and then went to pick up the kids, I would be driving for 3 hours a day.  Our winters here can get pretty nasty, and I am not comfortable with committing to driving that much.

I feel there are pros and cons to all methods of schooling and I don’t think that homeschooling is the best option for everyone.  But, for now, homeschooling is the best choice for our family.  And I am excited about it!  It might not be the right option for us forever, but for now, it is.

One of the harder things for me with homeschooling was the fact that I loved school when I was a child.  Getting a new backpack and new school supplies, meeting my new teacher, seeing my friends . . . I loved it all.

And eating lunch in the school cafeteria!

Oh. Be. Still. My. Heart.

My girls were bummed about this, so they talked me into letting them walk through the kitchen in a “cafeteria line.”

Mom.

Of.

The.

Year.

I asked the girls what their favorite parts of homeschooling were.

Daisy Mae:  Snacks and recess!

Oh, Daisy Mae.  You are disappointing the headmaster of The School of Excellence!

Sweet Pea:  Well.  When I was in the other school, it was fun, but I would miss my mom.  Now I get to see mom all the time!

*Tear*

Then Sweet Pea looked at me and said, “Mom.  You are my kind of woman.”

Hmmm . . . interesting.

And, for now, I am content begin this homeschooling adventure.

Content to keep them at home.  Happy to watch them learn.

Eager to keep them young. 

Those two girls got their dolls all dressed up to join them for school today.

Yes.  I want to keep them playing dolls, enjoying tea parties, and playing pretend.

What’s with this growing up nonsense?

They can worry about that later.

There is one small, minor hiccup in The School of Excellence.

The dudes.

Lest any of you are confused, the small heads you see on the “library” floor and on the couch are not factual children, but they are the girls’ dolls.

My dudes present a small . . . . challenge to the daily schedule of The School of Excellence.

I welcome, dear readers, your ideas and suggestions on how entertain my dudes while I teach my girls.

And now, I shall leave with some random facts you should know:

1)  I have homeschooled for 3 days.

2)  This makes me an expert.

3)  I reserve the right to change my mind about any and everything that I wrote about in this here post.

4)  I am making my husband’s second favorite dinner tonight.

5)  I’ll make his favorite tomorrow.

6)  I like to mess with him.

7)  I have not left my house since we came home from camping Monday.  This does not bother me.

8)  I have yet to wear striped socks with Birkenstocks.

9)  I have showered every day.

10)  I still wear jeans (pants.  not jumpers.  not that there’s anything wrong with that), I don’t have chickens, and I strongly feel that people would not label me as “eccentric.”

11)  I might still be normal.

12)  I may or may not have found mouse droppings on the loveseat in my living room.

Happy Thursday . . . Go, Homeschool!

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The Hike

Posted on September 8, 2010 by Taylor

I am sorry I didn’t post for such a long time and thank you to everyone who checked in on me!  I am fine, but busy and hoping to get back into a settled routine soon.

Since I last posted, we got two new pairs of glasses . . . one for Sweet Pea and one for Handsome Dude.  Both of which are still accounted for. 

Look at me and my bad self!

 I took all the kids to a nearby amusement park without my husband.

*I’ll pause while you recover from the shock of my pure awesomeness*

I’ve had two delicious waffle cones filled with Moose Tracks ice cream, joined the family on one last, long camping trip for the year, finished all            1, 037 pages of Gone with the Wind,  and have gotten two days of homeschool under my belt.

The thought of doing a complete 4-day camping recap has overwhelmed me, so I will instead just recap one part of the trip where we took a hike into a mountain lake.

The hike was pretty easy-just two miles.

Um . . . gross.

Notice anything different about my Handsome Dude?

Yes.  He is now sporting a lovely blue cord around his pricey glasses.

Take that, Handsome Dude!  No longer will I stand aside and watch you break/bend/lose/peanut-butter-i-fy your glasses.

Plan thwarted, Handsome Dude.

Plan thwarted.

The girls . . . getting ready for some fishing fun.

Also known as “Let’s fight and smack each other with fishing poles and tangle our lines so much that we make Dad sigh with defeat as he has to untangle our lines for us so we can fish and enjoy our fun-family-togetherness.”

Look!  That’s Amy! 

Amy and Jason made it all the way from wherever-it-is-they-dwell to wherever-it-is-we-dwell for this happening hike.

Amy is Jason’s girlfriend.

Jason is The Lumberjack’s youngest younger brother.

Remember Jason?

Keep up, people!

They are cute, are they not?

This is a lake that you have to hike up into the mountains to see.

It is quite lovely.

Quite.

And it would be the perfect beach for fellow readers who fear The Swimsuit, seeing as how there is no one else there.

Except maybe bears.

So, we are at this lake.  And the menfolk decide to start fishing.

But the fish are small and this displeases them.

But they swallowed their pride and willingly posed for pictures.

Hark!  Is that my husband?!  Smiling?!

I guess pigs can now fly.

That’s Jack.

Jack is The Lumberjack’s brother-in-law.

Since The Lumberjack has boasted that his fish was at least 6 inches long, the other menfolk must work hard to ensure that they capture fish that are at least 7 inches long.

Look!

There’s Alex!  Alex is The Lumberjack’s older younger brother.

Remember Alex?

here it is sorry it took so long. i did have any internet access

I thought you might.

Poor Jack was trying to best The Lumberjack and mind his own business, when my daughter went over and convinced him to help her fish.

Here she is showing off her catch!

Can you see it?  Can you see it?

Neither can I.

My photography skills amaze even myself.

Jack may have gotten the biggest catch of the day, however.

He got his lure on the line and right away an unwelcome guest jumped up and caught himself on the lure.

Look at me!  I know what a lure is!

A lure is a fake, beady-eyed, nasty toy fish that fisherpeoples use to lure real fish to the hook of death!

Sadly, Jack captured a frog instead of a trophy fish.

Lest any of you are concerned, Jack removed the hook from the frog’s mouth and the frog happily hopped away.

Handsome Dude got really into fishing this time around.

Look at his face!  I dare you, nay, I double-dog dare you to show me a boy more excited to be fishing.

Precious.

Simply precious.

So, we had our fishing fun and headed back to our rigs.

Yes.  That’s right.  I said rigs.

My poor boys got pooped on the way back.

So, my husband, in all his handsomeness, soldiered on with both of them on his back.

Oh, the muscles!

Please excuse me while I swoon.

***

Random Points of Interest I Think You Should Be Informed Of:

1)  I do not fish.

2)  Fish are nasty-wrong.

3)  There were no suitable bathrooms on this hike.

4)  Fact:  Lumberjill does not and can not squat.

5)  What is with fish eyes?

6)  Frogs are also nasty-wrong.

7)  As are snakes.

8)  The only reason why I went on this hike was because everyone else was.

9)  I am such a follower.

10)  And I was promised an ice cream cone.

11)  It was delicious.

Happy Wednesday!

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Our Family is Growing!

Posted on August 30, 2010 by Taylor

Guess whose two girls got themselves 2 free bunnies at the County Fair this weekend?

Oh!  I’m sorry!  Did you think I might be pregnant?

Ha!  I am tricky like that.

Yes.  We went to the fair this weekend and had a splendiferous time.  Here is a quick recap:

First we had to visit the “Fire Safety” booth at the fair.  I love safety lessons!

Time to fight some fires.

Go, Daisy Mae, Go!

Lest any of you are concerned, that fire is just pretend.

Go, Sweet Pea!

Go, Handsome Dude!

Fun Fact:  Handsome Dude calls the fair “The Farmer’s Castle.”

Why?

We cannot be certain.

We went with my parents, my sister, and my niece and nephew.  We had a fair-ly (ha!) good time.  We saw horses and sheep and goats and cows and chickens and turkeys and geese and snakes and turtles and bunnies and birds and pigs.

The Lumberjack saw a pig for sale and immediately got on the phone to call all my crazykin in-laws to see if anyone wanted to share a pig.  I reminded him that he already bought a cow this year that we still have yet to feast on, but he didn’t seem to care much.

Let us have a moment to thank our lucky stars that no one else wanted a freezer full of pork at this moment in time.

***

*Random-Topic-Quick-change!*

It has been brought to my attention that my sister might play Farmville.

I am concerned, to say the least.

*Random-Topic-Quick-Change!*

Funny Daisy Mae Moment:

One afternoon, I took Daisy Mae with me on a special date to the grocery store. 

Yes.  I know.  Mom of the Year.

The grocery store we frequent has a Starbucks located inside, so I ordered a coffee and let her order a peppermint steamer.

About 3 months later, I allow this to occur again.  But, mind you . . . 3 months has passed since we visited this Starbucks.

I order my drink and Daisy Mae twirls her hair and casually says, “Oh, I am sure you remember my order.”

Who is this child?

Aaaaannnndddd . . . I love her.

*Random-Topic-Quick-Change*

I am feeling overwhelmed.  We have been so busy with getting our other house ready for the month-to-month renters, getting the school room ready, and trying to make sense of lesson plans. 

I am catching a cold.  There is wood to be stacked.  Closets to be organized.  Schedules to be planned out.  Chores to be done.

I need a time out.

“Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

Matthew 11:28

I need some time to get focused and recharged.  So, I am going to be taking a blogging break.

I won’t post tomorrow for Fat Tuesday-you can check in here if you’d like.

See you in a bit and Happy Monday!

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Ahoy! Log Pirates!

Posted on August 27, 2010 by Taylor

The youngsters got haircuts this week, so I thought I would share some before and after pictures with you all.

Handsome Dude, looking uber handsome per usual.

He didn’t have too much hair to cut.  This is because his father, bless his heart, gets a little razor happy when he is bored.

Remember the incident with our Little Dude last spring?

Tragic.

Ooooh-la-la!

That is one Dapper Dan.

Daisy Mae’s before.

Fun Fact:  When Daisy Mae was a toddler, her hair grew in as a mullet.  And it would grow no other way.

And believe it or not, mullets are never cute, not even on cute toddlers named Daisy Mae.

If you or a loved one enjoy the look of mullets, then I apologize for I mean you no ill-will.

Look at Daisy Mae and her “goin’ to town” hair!

Take that, Mullets!

Little Dude.

Little Dude was not pleased to be getting his hair cut.

“Mother!  Oh, the humanity!  Mother!  Save me!”

Now, this picture is a treat.

I believe one of my lovely daughters captured this moment in time.

The lady in black is the hairdresser.  The large hands holding gum as a bribe while also restraining the poor child by his neck would be the hands of his loving mother.

But restraining was a necessity, dear readers.

He was wailing and thrashing and gnashing and screaming.

I know it sounds cruel.  But he really needed a trim.

“Is it over?”

He’s such a turkey.

Aaaaannnnnnndddd . . . . I love him.

Sweet Pea’s turn!

Fun Fact:  Even though Sweet Pea was only born yesterday, she is already 7 and 1/2 years old!  Amazing!

It was too much fanciness to take home to Ruralville.

So, we made a day of it and stayed in town!

***

And now, to clear up some confusions on the ol’ blog.

Liquid gold=breastmilk.

=Peanut butter.  I hope.

=$800 if the Lumberjack chooses to sell it.

Thank you and I apologize for all the confusions.

***

And now, it is time for the COW (comment of the week)

This week’s winner is JoAnn:

You are making wood sound like precious treasure. It makes me want to be a Log Pirate. A Log Pirate is something I just invented, and basically it’s a person who wears an eye patch and sneaks around after midnight, loading up wood from Lumberjacks woodpiles and hauling them off to sea. Hide yo kids. Hide yo wife, cause they’re stealing everybody’s wood out here.

Oh, she is so silly.

Alright.

  I must go plan out my school lessons!

We start in T minus 11 days!

Later, Dudes!

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The Wood that The Lumberjack Fell.

Posted on August 26, 2010 by Taylor

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This is the wood that The Lumberjack fell.

This is the splitter that helped split the wood that The Lumberjack fell.

This is wife with the Jell-O arms that helped stack logs that the log splitter split from the wood that The Lumberjack fell.

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This is the house where the wood was stacked.  “It’s way too much!”, the little wife laughed. She laughed cause her arms felt so much like Jell-o, because she helped stack the logs that the log splitter split from the wood that The Lumberjack fell.

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This is The Lumberjack who loves his split wood.  He could care less how his little wife laughed, nor for her Jell-O arms from the wood that she stacked.  She helped stack the logs that the log splitter split from the wood that The Lumberjack fell.

This is the new house the family just moved in, it has not a wood stove for wood rounds to burn in. But, The Lumberjack loves his split wood.  He could care less how his little wife laughed, nor for her Jell-O arms from the wood that she stacked.  She helped stack the logs that the log splitter split from the wood that The Lumberjack fell.

This is the family that had to load wood.  They hauled till midnight, it was no good.  They moved the wood from the old house with the wood stove, moving it to the new house they just moved in, it has not a wood stove for wood rounds to burn in. But again, the Lumberjack loves his split wood.  He could care less how his little wife laughed, nor for her Jell-O arms from the wood that she stacked.  She helped stack the logs that the log splitter split from the wood that The Lumberjack fell.

This is the trailer where they loaded the wood.  The family hauled till midnight, it was no good. They moved the wood to the new house they just moved in, it has not a wood stove for wood rounds to burn in. But again, the Lumberjack loves his split wood.  He could care less how his little wife laughed, nor for her Jell-O arms from the wood that she stacked.  She helped stack the logs that the log splitter split from the wood that The Lumberjack fell.

This is the truck that also was loaded.  It pulled the trailer that was loaded with wood.  The family hauled till midnight, it was no good. They moved the wood to the new house they just moved in, it has not a wood stove for wood rounds to burn in. But again, the Lumberjack loves his split wood.  He could care less how his little wife laughed, nor for her Jell-O arms from the wood that she stacked.  She helped stack the logs that the log splitter split from the wood that The Lumberjack fell.

This is the pile of wood that they salvaged.  Their hearts are discouraged, for more wood must gathered. 

The wife is confused, for they can’t burn wood. 

 But her husband is . . . enthusiastic about wood felling, and where his passion will stop, well,  there is no telling. 

So again she will load the truck with wood that he split.  The truck and the trailer will be loaded with more wood. The family hauled till midnight, it was no good. They moved the wood to the new house they just moved in, it has not a wood stove for wood rounds to burn in. But again, the Lumberjack loves his split wood.  He could care less how his little wife laughed, nor for her Jell-O arms from the wood that she stacked.  She helped stack the logs that the log splitter split from the wood that The Lumberjack fell.

The End.

PS-Basically, this was just a really odd way for me to tell you that we were up super late last night moving wood from our old house to our new house.

Thanks for humoring me.

I have decided that here are the options for what his reasoning was behind moving the wood:

1)  He is insane.

2)  He likes to look at the wood and deems it a lovely outdoor decor accessory

3)  He is planning on selling the wood.

4)  He is planning on putting a wood stove in the new house.

Let us have a moment to pray that option #4 will never happen.

 

Happy Thursday!

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