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The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

Coal Creek Farm on Facebook

The Chicken Doctor

April

The Architect

Clay

This That Those and These

Dad-gum-friggin….errrr!

The new camera plug cordy thingy is nice, but when I plug it into my computer it puts all my photos in some weird Adobe thing and I can’t figure out how to get them from there to my pictures folder…..sigh, I hate learning new computer crap.
Updates on my hoping for this year;
-I started my pottery class.  The studio is huge, awesome and freaky clean.  It’s at the local arts center.  My teacher, Jessica, is a young kid that likes to eat sushi.  She taught me how to make a plate because I want to make a bunch of pretty platters for appetizers.  
-I’m 85% done with scraping the wallpaper off the dining room walls.  But, it ain’t done til it’s done!
-My parents are showing their house this weekend (fingers crossed very tightly).  Please sell, please sell, please sell.
-I’m reading Betty MacDonald…still.  And I have to start reading a book about St. Augustine for my Sunday school class, but I haven’t bought it yet.  My teacher, who’s the chaplain at KU and K-State specifically instructed us not to put off our readings until early Sunday morning and I’m pretty sure he was looking right at me when he said that.
And that’s it.  I’m still not exercising and have no immediate plans to cause myself any pain or discomfort.  It’s too cold to talk about the garden or new critters.
Although,
I’m going to try to attend an auction in a little town south of me and they have a great little feed store that carries poultry year round, so, maybe, I’ll stop by there and check out there selection.  Mostly because I need something to show-and-tell on Tuesday.  I take my kids to a homeschool co-op every Tuesday and this month one of the classes is about birds.  I was volunteered to help teach this month so I figure, bring little birds…done.  This week I took in a nest and in every class there was at least one little kid that could not say nests, instead it came out nestus.  It took all my will power not to imitate them.
Which reminds me.
Why do my kids put uh on the end of all there words when they are whining?
Why-uh?
No-uh?
I’m late-uh.  
Mom-uh.
Mom-uh,  I’m gonna be late-uh!
Seth-uh!
Yes-uh.
It makes me want to reach in there mouths and pull out there eplongataloid and shove it up their nose-uh!
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