Spring is coming


I think spring and winter are having a hard time right now. I’m sitting on my porch, the windows are open, the kids are in short sleeves it’s gorgeous (the windy is a bit chilly) and yet at night it’s still quite frigid. I’m getting anxious, planning gardens, cleaning up the porch, and hot tub and just read to get into the swing of things again. The girls have started digging and pulling weeds, getting the front bed ready for the red, white, and blue gladioli plants I’ll be putting in.

This winter has been very hard on us, for many reasons and it’s almost as if we’ve hibernated for the past few months.

  • School work as usual slacked as we curled up under blankets and read our stacks of books from the library. We slept much more than we usually do, which oddly enough seemed a common trend for a lot of friends as well.
  • We had many issues with water pipes freezing and busting which will be wrapped in heat tape this spring/summer so it’s prevented next year.
  • We had an animal (I suspect it was the same opossum we’d rescued from our toilet) take up residence in our cellar but we adopted a live and let live and just left it there to hide out from the weather.

At the beginning of this month we had a terrible accident, in which our only running vehicle was totaled. It was just after midnight on a Sunday and we’d all fallen asleep watching Down Periscope in the living room when the oldest woke us up saying there was an accident out front. A drunk driver going approx 60mph (in a 25) slammed into my car which flipped and spun around facing the opposite direction.

The driver and passengers were not hurt, but both cars were destroyed. Now that’s a bad enough thing to happen but the salt in the wound was this car was my moms car; she passed in 2010 and we’d kept it and the vanity plates she’d maintained for 20+ years. Now I can’t just keep those plates and put it on the next car we get (ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS, maintain full coverage insurance) because the connection has been taken.

I can’t not even describe how fortunate we are despite this. While I have full coverage, it reimburses the losses which means if we had to rent a car for the Mr. to get to and from work it would be our money up front and they would repay us. That was not an option, but immediately upon hearing what had happened the Mr’s boss asked if he needed to borrow a truck so that issue was covered and now we’re in a waiting game on getting a pay out to buy a new car. I think the worst part for me was watching the girls sobbing at the loss of the car that they rode around in, with grammy, and sang nursery rhymes.

I know I’m supposed to be grateful that nobody was seriously hurt and I was at first, but now I’m beyond furious that a 22 year old fool could so easily have killed someone. That our lives could’ve been destroyed (no ride to work=no money=no mortgage payment=homeless) because he couldn’t just stay home and drink with his friends.


You might have noticed that the .com address is no longer valid, and it will not be renewed. I’ve maintained this blog for a few years with the same name and I won’t be changing it BUT it also is not a current representation of us as a family, and our homeschool journey. So no sense paying to maintain it. We’ve changed our school name to one more fitting and while we are still freaks we have our tent. Smile I haven’t made a new homeschool blog, and I probably won’t. I’ll update here now and then but I’ve really been enjoying the quiet, more private internet without feeling I need to share, share, share with the world.

Enjoy your spring, and Happy Ostara should you celebrate it.


Bullying, homeschool’s double edged sword

I was looking around Netflix today and found two movies that I had planned on having the girls watch, ‘at some point’. Cyber Bully and Bully and it occurred to me to ask them, “Do you know what a bully is?” Both said no, and I realized this is a perfect time for them to learn.

They have watched movies where there is the not so stereotypical ‘mean girl’ but with telling them so often when they were younger that TV is not real they may have gotten the idea that there are not people that behave this way. They have seen the mean kid at the playground, but not attending public school has sheltered them from this and how vicious some people can be. I watched carefully when the mean kids were at the park and was pleased with how they responded from such a short interaction.

I wouldn’t say this is a bad thing, both were very bothered by what they saw. I think there is the potential it could be a problem later in life if they were not exposed AT ALL to bullying. If we didn’t talk about it, I imagine it would be quite shocking to see. They will probably still be disturbed to experience it first hand, but my hope is that they will be older and more secure/confident and will appropriately stand up for themselves or the person targeted.

I need to dig out the educators pack for Bully that I received awhile back, when it was first released, and we can get a big more in depth with the discussion.

Weekend at Grannie’s–Wordless Wednesday

Rubbing the kitten's bellyuncle watching documentariesthat early morning unexpected picturehumming bird, red poppy figureMr. wearing his Rammstein shirt while renovating a bathroomcoloring contest, grandma is the judgeunder counter stock of canned foodkids playing in the additionthe cat is checking out the addition

Old fashioned food stuffs

DSCN0694I have been meaning to try making sauerkraut but all of my crocks have ‘shoulders’ so trying to put something on the top to keep it submerged would have been an interesting task without buying those stones. I also didn’t want to invest in something I may not like. I know I like store bought sauerkraut but I’m not certain about lacto fermented at home style.  I brought this crock home from my grandma to give it a try. DSCN0696

This is the beginning. Simply chopped, salted, and mashed.


This is the middle. It’s been mashed down many times and finally produced a decent amount of liquid. It’s covered with the plastic wrap, a plate on top, with a can of whole tomatoes on top of that. Now the waiting game begins.


Grinder my grandma gave me. Looked it up, estimated date 1988-1923. Functional, tight grip to counter, and an interesting (IMO) note; she said to grease it to prevent rust. I soaked/scrubbed it last night w/ vinegar, soap, baking soda then this morning reapplied venison tallow. Excited to use it.

Lucky little ducks

Yesterday afternoon I got a call from the Mr. while he was working. One of the owners of the company he works for was helping a friend clean out and relocate an element sport store. In the back room there were two child’s sized Mongoose bmx bikes that they were going to throw out but called Mr. to see if our girls would like them. YES!!! They are sitting in the living room right now, one green and one white. There are a few rust spots and they need a good cleaning/oiling but WOW, and the girls are ecstatic.

They can’t officially HAVE them until Yule, which gives us time to get them cleaned up, and buy some great helmets.

Marriage Isn’t For You

I used to have the ‘Walmart philosophy’. I’m glad it has changed.

Seth Adam Smith

Having been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me.

Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading.

I met my wife in high school when we were 15 years old. We were friends for ten years until…until we decided no longer wanted to be just friends. 🙂 I strongly recommend that best friends fall in love. Good times will be had by all.

Nevertheless, falling in love with my best friend did not prevent me from having certain fears and anxieties about getting married. The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy?

Then, one fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad.

Perhaps each…

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Oatmeal, Checkers and Mr. Peabody

Lazy Friday morning as usual. The girls have made wooden projects (that little checkers game is a Lowe’s Build and Grow)  this morning and are eating big bowls of warm oatmeal while playing and watching the old show, Mr. Peabody and Shermon.