Tuesday, December 30, 2014
While some people continue their Christmas festivities on Boxing Day, possibly in jammies relishing in the fact the family marathon is over, or braving the city streets to look for good deals - I like to vacuum behind the couch.
Every year I pull that beast out and give it a good vacuum, while cleaning up the big ol' mess that Christmas seemed to spew all over the house. Unfortunately, this year the biggest mess couldn't really be vacuumed, it was more in the air.
I do feel that I keep my expectations pretty low in the events department. We really try and not go overboard on all the "hoopla" that is Christmas.While I know some love the traditions beforehand - the special cookies, an outing to shop for siblings in town, or heading to the bush to find a tree - I go out of my way to not have any of that set on the calendar. It has made things so much simpler. I don't feel myself losing my ever loving mind if someone got sick cookie weekend, or I'm just plain too tired to have a hot chocolate party. Anything exciting we end up doing is just a bonus.
This year we happened to be out in the bush, and since my decorating for the season is a bare minimum, it was on a whim I told the girls they could find a wee tree to put in their room. With the silence that the snow covered forestry can only offer, we trekked out not far from the cabin and chopped down a tree the size of my five year old. It all seemed rather magical and I knew it would be fun for the girls to make their own paper chains and any other doo-dads they wanted to put on the tree.
The magic ended when their daddy hauled the tree upstairs and plopped it in the old galvanized bucket full of rocks.
"What is that smell?"
"Did something pee on that tree? Was it a bear? Did a bear pee on that tree?"
"Don't use potty talk!"
"Why does our room stink? The whole upstairs reeks! I didn't know Christmas trees stink. Do you think the one at Auntie's stink?"
Unfortunately that tiny bit of green had travelled home in the trailer that had hauled calves two days prior. It laid in there over night and soaked up enough barnyard smell to be able to make you question those candles that say 'evergreen' scent on them. Is this what an evergreen smells like?
Note to self: Always clean out the trailer before hauling a little piece of Christmas cheer home in it. Tucking in the girls at night will become mighty trying if you don't.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
This man's writing is as smooth as a good cup of coffee.
Great ideas on what to drop in that big box in the grocery store.
Lovin' this veggie fixed like this.
I'd like to see these tiles in real life.
Sewing these for some little rotters.
Think this is cute as a button.
|Still marvel at the way this post continues to stir the pot.|
Now, it's your turn, friends. What gems have you found lately?
Friday, September 12, 2014
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Four months and six days after the last time - it snowed.
But, who's counting? Right?
While the girls have spent a lot of time outside mucking around, Hoss sits inside and does this:
|This boy can eat. Period.|
|"Who you makin' fun of?"|
Big Boy has life figured out and can pretty much run this show from his high chair. We all just work for him, anyway.
|Notice the grey hue in all these photos? It's a color we know too well.|
After three days of snow, wet, and muck my girls have been singing Christmas carols at the top of their lungs and I quietly weep into my coffee.
Truly though, Alberta is a fine place to live and our summer is quite lovely. It generally falls mid week - between a Monday and a Thursday.We love those three gentle days.
She ain't for the faint of heart.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
While the sunlight has enveloped that beautiful hue, combines are circling the fields, and apples are being processed, us northern folks are shakin' in our boots.
There are big, fat flakes in the near forecast. While temperatures are warm now, we know what's coming. Bare legs today, possible snow boots this week.
You would think the earth is near extinction, though, as you hear bits of conversation around these parts.
"Get outside and play! It's going to snow soon and you won't be able to ride your bike so easily!"
"Do you want to come over for a campfire? We should enjoy one of our last nice days."
"We went out to Sheerness to let the kids muck in the water, you know it's all going to be over soon."
Oh, you goofs! Sure, it'll snow, but it will warm up again. Don't let Environment Canada's potty mouth bring you down. Enjoy what's here today. Get outside! Soak in the rays and don't let it get away.
Friday, September 5, 2014
Yoo hoo! I am still here.
I bet you think I have great stories of the all the things I have been up to this summer. You know the typical blog stuff: do-it-yourself projects, tutorials, and recipes. A little bit of wow all typed up onto one page. Maybe even a post about a holly-day or two.
Alas, read on, Sisters.
I have been busy doing perfectly normal things, like laying in the middle of a pasture taking photos of giant storm clouds rolling through.
Do you find it at all odd, that I might run down the lane with a camera, in the wind and impending doom? No one nearby but my dear old hound dog? Do you see a hint of crazy in these photos? Remember, this is Alberta, we do like to talk weather here.
Thank you to those of you who sent a note my way to check in on me. I hope to be back to my irregular posting soon.
Miss you, sweet friends.