It’s been a wild ride since we moved into the farmhouse.  We inherited three barn cats, now we have 7 all total since one of the barn cats was a momma to be.  Neville Longwhiskers and Phyllis are officially house kittens for now and Gus and Ivan the Purrible are not happy about the intrusion.  Add to this feline mix four hens and a rooster.  We do live on a farm after all.  Jemima, Vanessa, Ruby and Coffee (#6 ran out of name ideas I think) are laying eggs and causing our rooster, General Leslie Tso, all sorts of headaches.  And now we have a turtle, Mort Goldenbaum.  My sister-in-law is convinced that we name our pets all sorts of weird things but I like the fact that the kids are more creative than Midnight or Fluffy or Eggs.

chickens on the table?  Why, of course!

chickens on the table? Why, of course!

We had a successful get together christened Fall at the Farm and S.O. and I imbibed a lot (shout out to those that made fall flavored Jell-O shots, we thank you) and enjoyed showing everyone the hard work we have done at the farmhouse to make it our own.   The kids had hayrides, played on round bales, chased the chickens and Elmyra’d the kittens.  (For those of you who did not watch Tiny Toons, Elmyra loved, and I mean, really loved all animals.  To death.   Relax, the kittens are not dead but they probably will learn to run and hide when they hear the patter of little feet from now on.)

Now that harvest is in full swing I can expect S.O. to be gone from sun up to well after sunset.  The combines and spreaders are out in the fields and on the roads.  It is time for cool mornings, beautiful sunsets, and liberation from air conditioning.  The kids are all in school except for #7 who keeps mommy entertained and on her toes.

This is my favorite season of the year.  I miss hubby being home but without him and his crew and all my other agriculture peeps, we wouldn’t have the tasty treats that I am currently gaining weight on.  Did you know that Halloween candy is an acceptable form of food?  Yeah, me either but my body thinks otherwise.  Did I mention that hoodies and yoga pants hide a multitude of sins?

But there is trouble in paradise.  Our cars fuel pump went out, we thought it was the alarm system malfunctioning and spent wasted money on a new ignition switch.  Car is getting repaired now and it’s only costing 1/3 of what the car is worth so that’s a win.  Borrowed my dad’s pick up and now #7 thinks he is a cowboy and refuses to ride in anything other than a pick up or a tractor.  Bonus side, we live in the country so driving a tractor down the road is not as uncommon as one would initially think.

#3 is contemplating moving out on his own in January and while I know that he is 20 and needs to spread his wings, I don’t like the idea.  #4 is a senior this year in high school and has plans to join the Air Force upon graduation.  I’m proud of his decision but again, mommy doesn’t want to let her chickadees get too far away.   This is a lot harder than it was with #1 and #2.  I am not sure if it’s because I know that they are all slowly flying the coop (gotta love my farming metaphors today) or because the OG5 are not little any more.  Probably a combination of both.   I still have at least 15 years before #6 and #7 leave so I can just smother them with my affections until then.  That’s healthy, right?

Until next time, I will be eating fun size Snickers and sobbing quietly in the laundry room.  But not doing laundry.  I am not that sad yet!




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I enjoy living in the country.  It is an adjustment for sure.  I can no longer order pizza to be delivered.  I have to drive 15 minutes to get to a gas station and if I want to go into town than its a little further away but the drive there is pretty.  I am not going to proclaim that I am a country girl because there are things about country living that I am still getting used to.

Internet.  I had totally taken for granted the ability to stream Netflix and pursue Pinterest for hours.  Before we moved to the Farmhouse I had unlimited internet and never had to think about data caps.  Now I have to parcel out what series on Netflix I want to watch (Narco!) and keep track of how much the kids are using the internet.  We have a data cap with our current and only internet provider and it kind of sucks.  The plus side:  the boys can’t just sit in their rooms playing online games for hours.   The downside:  #6 can’t stream YouTube for hours and now insists on acting out her favorite videos to me.  All the time.

Food.  I used to be able to pick up the phone and order food and it would magically be delivered to my front door.  If I wanted General Tso’s chicken than I only had to throw on my trusty yoga pants and drive 5 minutes away, same goes for ice cream and fajitas.  Now I have to plan meals in advance and make the food.  The plus side:  we are eating together more often as a family.    The downside:  I have to cook said meals.

Bugs.  Because my lovely S.O. works in agriculture, he would regularly spray the yard and house for critters like spiders, mosquitoes, and such.   Now that our yard is roughly the size of a suburban mall it is a little harder to contain the insect population.   Also, I never knew that grasshoppers were so prolific.  With all the fields around us it is impossible to keep the insect population down to a slight annoyance.  I’m talking about you moths and cicadas.   The plus side:  insects can be beneficial and my plants are doing better.  The downside:  bugs, ya know.

School.  The kids now have to ride the bus to school.   #6 was excited as she has always been a car rider because her old school was literally across the street.  That is, until she actually rode the bus.  Now she misses the 2 minute car ride.   #4 and #5 don’t mind the bus ride, they can nap on the way to school and it provides an incentive to get their driver’s license and/or make friends with kids who have a car.  Plus side:  Getting dressed in the morning is totally optional as the bus driver doesn’t care that I’m wearing pajama bottoms and an old Corona t-shirt.  Downside:  I’m wearing pajama bottoms and an old Corona t-shirt.

Pets.  We had two indoor house cats, Gus and Ivan the Purrible.  We still have the two house cats but we inherited three barn cats, Chuck Nelson, Skinny Pete and Kate the Cat.  Gus looks upon the barn cats with disdain and disgust however Ivan has embraced his country brethren with gusto and now runs with a bad crowd.  Also, turns out Kate the Cat was never spayed so we also have two kittens who have made their way inside: Neville Longwhiskers and Phyllis.  I went from two housecats to 7.  And the chickens.  We have four hens and an incredibly annoying rooster.  More on that in a later blog.   Plus side:  I will never have to worry about a rodent problem.  Or squirrels, Or birds.   Downside:  I’m one llama away from having a petting zoo.   Plus side:  I’m one llama away from a petting zoo.

I am getting used to the difference in living in the country.  I am embracing a slower paced life and enjoying more family time together.  It is a work in progress and I even listen to country music every now and then.  But not like the new country music with skinny jeans and three word band names.  I have my standards.    So, farm life is not so bad.  And thank god I have Dish Network so that I am not completely shut off.

Till next time, dear reader.  Till next time.


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This is exactly how it went!

This is exactly how it went!

And the saga of the horrors of moving continues.  I promise, dear reader, I will only subject you to this last blog about how incredibly disorganized and frustrating this move was.  I can only relieve this so often before my facial tics start to come back!

Once we accomplished the move to the Farmhouse, we only had to unpack and settle in.   Easier said than done.  Our internet was held up for over a month because, and here’s a surprise, the internet provider never told me I needed to have a post set 4 feet into the ground for them to install their satellite dish.  This information would have been nice to know, prior to the tech coming out to install it.  So we installed a damned pole.  And then the internet people took their own sweet time to come out and install it.   It’s okay, I don’t have anything better to do than wait for them to do their job and run up my cellphone bill so #6 can get her YouTube fix.

Now that we were moved in, it was time to unpack and make the house feel like home.  If I could find all of my boxes.  And if I were organized enough to have put boxes in the rooms that they needed to be in.  Which I did.  At the old house.  By the time the boxes and furniture arrived at the Farmhouse they had morphed into a disorganized pile of boxes full of crap.  I actually only unpacked the last box a couple of days ago.  Still haven’t found my box of Tupperware lids but I did find the junk drawer box.   Yay, me!

During the move, #4’s box springs got damaged.  By damaged I mean they imploded in the back of the trailer.  Add new box springs to list of things that I need, along with about 5 boxes of wine.   #3 couldn’t find his bedsheets and refused to put the Disney sheets or flower sheets that I could find on it.  Who knew 19 year olds were picky about what they sleep on?  #5 had packed all the various video games and equipment but failed to remember where he put the power cords for said video games.  He is the least favorite child of his siblings at the moment.  They are probably in the same box as my Tupperware lids.

#6 decided she did not want to share a room with #7 and begrudgingly gave up a small corner of her room for his toys.  She is a sweetie like that.  She also decided that her sheets were too scratchy for the new house and insisted on putting flannel sheets on her bed.  Good luck with this decision as the temperature crawls up in the high 90’s.

The cats made the transition to the new house smoothly by immediately running upstairs and hiding out in a closet for 4 days.  We lured them out with the promise of open fields and plentiful mice.  Gus, my gray boy, has decided that he does not like the farm life and rarely ventures out the back door.  Ivan, our little black one, made fast friends with barn cats and now I am worried he is going to get in fights and stay out past curfew.   He is hanging out with a bad crowd.


So the move is complete, we finally have internet, we are basically unpacked and settling in.   I set a date to have an autumn themed party to show off the Farmhouse and set a time limit on how quick I need to get everything put away and to push S.O. into cleaning out the outbuildings and garage.   Hey, it could happen!

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