Thanks to a visit from the handyman (and his – ahem – assistant),

the Ford Casa has officially cruised into 1972.

Yes, that’s right – we are rocking a ginormous antenna. Because that’s what you do when you live in the woods – where even satellite dishes don’t get the job done – and are genuinely to your wits end with the CW & PBS just puttered out on you much to your toddlers disapproval.  Yes, we are the proud new watchers, blip-free I might add, of ABC, CBS, & NBC.

Praise be.

No worries – we still get all the vampires, 90210, and Tyra Banks anyone could ever possibly wish for. Whoopee…

And in celebration of our new technology, Noah and I watched Saturday morning cartoons – sort of. The news shows were still on the main channels when we started so we had to watch 6.2 – usually the country music station – where we found Gina D’s Kid Club. If you haven’t seen it, it’s… interesting. Let’s just sum it up by saying there is a man, dressed as an old lady, and her name is Momma.


There was a segment about smiling – I think the parent channel is big on smiling, go figure – and there was a cartoon character a little on the heavy side and not the most attractive girl, intentional of course. The point was for the “cool kid” to smile at her to make her more attractive – because if she smiles she’s pretty inside and out. Blah, blah, blah…

So what does Noah say when the little girl was on the screen?


Oh dear…he’s cute enough to just let that one go, right?

To his defense, we’ve watched a lot of Madagascar lately…


CSA: In the Box (Weeks 8 & 9)

Camp has come to a close this season and we Fords have been laying low for the past of couple of weeks… hence, the blogging hiatus – and especially the CSA hiatus. We’ve been taking bike rides, playing with the chickens, working in the garden, traveling to weddings, sitting in the hammock, sewing fun new creations.

Ahh. Pure bliss.

I love summers at camp, but I also love when I can cook meals for my family again in my own kitchen with tasty, earthy ingredients… there are only so many corn dogs and tater tots one can handle. Needless to say, we’ve been feasting well this past week since we arrived back from our travels – the type of cooking and feasting that is so simple it seems wrong and so good for the soul it’s gotta be sinful.

Tis the Season (for Squash)

1 squash per person you’re feeding (I made three zucchinis, as you can see)

1 slightly beaten egg

1.5 cups of breadcrumbs

1/4 cup of chopped onion

1/2 cup finely shredded cheddar cheese

1 tbsp of fresh dill

1/4 tsp of salt

pepper to taste

1. Preheat oven to 350. Cook squash whole for about 5 minutes in salted boiling water – drain and let sit for a minute. Cut the squash in half – scoop out the guts and place in a bowl, you will get to that in a minute. The squash should have about 1/4 inch of shell left.

2. Chop up the guts & mix with the egg, breadcrumbs, half of the cheese, onion, dill, salt, & pepper. Mix it, mix it real good.

3. Fill the shells with the mixture – plop it in there, don’t be shy. Place them in a baking dish so they won’t fall over.

4. Bake for about 20 minutes. Pull them out and sprinkle the rest of the cheese over top. Bake for another 5-7 minutes.

5. Serve warm.

Roasted Potatoes & Lemon with Dill (recipe from Real Simple – April 2011)

2 lbs of new potatoes, halved or quartered

1 lemon, thinly sliced

2 tbsp olive oil

Kosher salt & black pepper

2 tbsp coarsely chopped fresh dill

1. Heat oven to 450. On a rimmed baking sheet, toss the potatoes and lemon with the oil, 3/4 tsp of salt, and 1/4 tsp pepper.

2. Roast, tossing once, until tender, 25-35 minutes (it only took 25 for ours). Toss with dill before serving.

See, so easy peasy your dog could do it.

Or your husband.

I kid. I kid.

**For the record, my husband, my father, & my brothers are all very good chefs of their own choosing.  Let me just throw that out there before the angry mob starts forming…

CSA: In the Box (Week 4&5)

After a mad dash to the market due to a power surge overnight that left us sleeping until 11:22am (it takes 35 minutes to get to Dixie Lee – and we have to pick the box up before noon, you do the math) last Saturday, cooking a scrumptious Saturday Supper for six, and a clingy little fella under my feet (Noah was pretty needy, too), I just didn’t have it in me to bring the CSA goodness recipes last week – which means, lucky for you, I am doubling up this week.

Small share ($17/week): (from bottom left) snap peas, strawberry jam, onions, summer squash, lettuce, cucumbers, turnips


Saturday Supper = summer staff enjoying  home-cooked, farm fresh delish to accompany whatever protein they bring to grill while hanging out with our family in our home + CSA doesn’t go bad before it can all be consumed + jovial conversation and lighthearted fellowship + I get to cook and try new recipes on real live people.

Clearly everyone wins.

Onto the recipes…

Fresh Dill Loaf (for bread makers – the kind that your dad buys your mom for a gift and it sits in the box for 10+ years until it is passed on to you…)

11.5 ounces of warm water
2 tbsp butter or margarine
4 cups bread flour
2 tbsp sugar
1 3/4 tsp salt
1-1.5 tsp dill
2 tbsp dry milk
2 tsp active dry yeast
1. Add liquid ingredients and butter to pan.
2. Add all dry ingredients, except yeast, to pan. Tap pan to settle dry ingredients, then level ingredients, pushing some mixture into the corners.
3. Make a well in center or dry ingredients; add yeast.
4. Place pan in break maker, select crust color and bread type.
5. Let the bread maker do all the work. Wait 3.5 hours, let cool, and enjoy.

This makes a 2 lb loaf and is plenty big and more for six people. I would recommend either freezing or refrigerating what you don’t eat in the next day or so to keep it from growing green things.

I am have a hard time picking just one other recipe from last night’s SS – we had a caprice salad of sorts, pan-fried rosemary new potatoes, green salad, oven-fried turnips, sauteed summer squash with fresh herbs – so much lovely color and flavor.

Funny thing, looking at my list, there’s only one dish that we (my dearest friend & one of Noah’s “aunts”, Krystal and her hubs, Dan stayed the weekend with us on their way to the mountains) actually followed a recipe for – either that means I might know my way around the kitchen a little or I have sweet friends who eat my cooking because they love me and it’s free.

So I guess it’s not too hard to pick – otherwise the recipe would read “a dash of this – a smidge of that – cook til it looks edible”…

Slow-Cooked Thin-Sliced Summer Squash Showered with Herbs

2 lbs mixed summer squash
3 tbsp olive oil
1/2 cup simmering water
sea salt and freshly ground pepper
1/3 cup chopped flat leaf parsley
2 tbsp torn basil leaves (or marjoram or oregano)
1. Slice the squash 1/4 inch thick.
2. Heat the oil in a wide skillet. Add the squash and cook over medium-low heat, flipping the squash in the pan every 3-4 minutes until it’s tender and golden, about 20 minutes. Add the water and continue cooking until none remains. Season with salt and pepper and shower the herbs all over. Slide onto a platter and serve.
*Recipe from Local Flavors, my market companion cookbook.

I suspect my culinary skills have been refined over the past few years and people aren’t just being polite – we had thirteen people ’round our table last night!  For us, this must be a record… for the Colvins, the folks that brings us our farm flavors, this is a regular supper for their family of fifteen.

Oh, Mama Colvin, bless your precious heart… and teach me the wonders of your ways.

Green Clean Inspiration

You don’t need much more than the following video to a) clean your floors and b) clean your floors with earth and baby-friendly products. Recipe to follow the a-muse-ing video:

(I do not currently possess the brain power or time to figure out how to get the video to show up here, so you will have to click the link below.)


I consulted my handy Make Your Place (affordable, sustainable, nesting skills) and got to work concocting this:

Lemon Floor Cleaner

1 cup liquid castile soap (I used Dr. Bronner’s)

1/4 cup lemon juice

1o drops tea tree essential oil

6 cups warm water

* Mix it all up and store in a plastic jug. To use, pour enough soap to cover the bottom of your mop bucket, add hot water, and get to scrubbin’.

Your home will smell delicious in no time.

And you could even eat off your floor when you’re done.

(Rotten to the) Core of Composting

You know when the excitement of a Home Depot gift card has you losing sleep at night dreaming of all of the homesteading goodness it could provide, you are one of a few things:

a. Old

b. Rural

c. Simple.

d. Sustainably living as best you can.

e. Easily amused

f. All of the above.

I know which one we are. I’ll let you decide which category you fall under.

In the midst of chicken/coop planning, CSA-joining, green cleaning, toddler-chasing, and working for a living we have jumped in head first to home-composting – well, not physically in the compost. Our piece of Home Depot gold bought the Ford Casa a sweet piece of simple composting machinery:

We’ve been composting our kitchen scraps for a while now, maybe a year give or take, but we’ve been taking  it down to the center’s compost heaps – which for lack of better description, is a heap of nasty, stinky, unbalanced mess. When you look at it there are definitely things growing out of it – just not sure it’s anything I would willingly consume. Or touch for that matter… more on that another time as it is now one of my projects.

If you’ve never thought about composting, you should. It’s incredibly satisfying on many levels – it’s good for the earth by keeping organics out of landfills, it’s good for your plants because the soil it creates is so very rich in nutrients, and it’s good for you because you and your little people eat the fruits of your harvest – and then the cycle starts anew.

We keep a kitchen compostor on our counter made by BioBag lined with a compostable biodegradable bag – they are about five bucks for twenty-five at local natural food grocers – and we go through one or two a week depending on what we eat. We drop our “greens” – banana peels, coffee grounds, tea bags, fruit/veggie stems, soft spots cut out of produce, crushed egg shells – into the container, wait for it to fill up, then take the whole bag and its contents and toss it in the composter.

Inaugural greens...

Cover the “greens” with twice as much “browns” – dry leaves, grass clippings, shredded paper, shredded cardboard – and turn the composter a few rotations a few times a week.

...followed by the browns.

Make sure it has moisture (but not too much – think stew not soup), sunlight, and air and in a few months we will have rich soil to put on our baby tomato and pepper plants. Easy peasy.

There’s a well of information out there on composting waiting for you to unearth it. Here are a few folks making dirt that I found interesting, entertaining, or informative:

Learn it. Love it. Get dirty doing it.

Dear IKEA…

You complete me.
Or at least my home.

Chris, Noah, and I set off on an adventure Friday to find and bring back the coolest sink and cabinet this house has ever seen. As you can gather, we did not pass go or collect $200 (more like deposited) and headed straight for the IKEA. (I may have a small crush on IKEA.) The first time I ever frolicked about the aisles I was toting a four month old on a non-wavering eating regiment and had to see what I could see in about 45 minutes. If anyone has ever stepped foot in IKEA or stood in it’s giant shadow outside, you know this is an injustice. This could not be the case again… not when we meant business.

Enter: Grand Parental Units of the Ford persuasion. It just so happens that Grammy Nan and G-DaddyB were coming up from ATL to stay the weekend with us – so we met them there, traded Noah for their truck, and headed on to The Happiest Place on Earth.

We made sure to make a list and set a budget for all things we wanted to purchase – whether for us personally or for the bathroom makeover. Yes, IKEA’s schtick is that everything is super affordable and will change your life, but “everything” could get quite pricey, especially when you are footloose and fancy free to move about the store. We are risk takers, but we need to retire sometime. What’s the saying – Champagne taste on a beer budget?

Unfortunately I can’t show the bathroom amazingness because the project hasn’t started, but I can show a couple of other purchases: our zigzag shelf and hook rack.

Note to self (and others): Measure before you go.
This shelf is supposed to be horizontal –
good thing we like the end result.

We installed this at 10:30pm – it’s just that good.

There will be more photos to follow – just wanted to throw a splash of color out there.

Twelve: Round Two

Alright. It’s kind of fun having a “toddler”, I’ll admit – even if he doesn’t toddle (that’s a real word – no red squiggly line) real well and is starting to practice for the Troublesome/Terrific/Terrible/Transformative Atti-Twos. I love him to pieces – sometimes so much my heart aches. I love to watch him play and discover, figure things out, test his limits (he is quite fond of this one), and wonder what is going on in that little brain of his. His imagination already runs wild, I can see it in his eyes. Most days are filled with laughs and games and looks of mutual adoration, often started off with a good morning smooch from the little guy – but I will confess we are entering the phase where the discipline part is kicking into gear, and I am not sure yet how good we are going to be at this part. More to come on that at a later date…

I love being a mama, especially to this little guy:

Noah’s Birthday Invite that never got printed or sent…whatever.

…and even if he does call me “Beb”, here are a few (or twelve) reasons why, in no particular order:

1. He loves Florida State football – not so much the arena in which it is played, just the team itself. He loves them so much that he had an anal volcano ALL over his seat, shorts, hands, and Grammy Nan just as we were pulling into our parking spot for the game. Perfect. I recently heard that the “adventure only begins when everything else has gone to s#*t” – wise, wise sensei.

Exhausted much? It’s hard work being a Nole.
Sidenote: He’s worn this jersey every game day except Oklahoma.
We aren’t superstitious.

2. Clap on – (clap-clap). Clap off – (clap-clap). Noah has the clap down to a patty cake. I even fed him pancakes the other morning and when I was telling him what it was he started clapping. And the part where you “throw it in the pan” he starts to duck for cover from tickling fingers.

3. Wagging. Taking a walk with a wagon – wagging. This kid loves all things wagon – riding, snacking, pushing, throwing – if he can do it in/to a wagon, count him in.

Wagging is whoa-some for the wandering wagger.

Look closely – it was chicken pox season.

He is riding in his Quarantine Wagon.

4. White boy can dance – well, as rhythmically as his genes allow. The best is that once he starts flailing his arms to the beat he expects everyone else to do the same. And we do. The other day Chris said, “Why does he think that just moving his arms is dancing?” – to which I responded by showing him, in close proximity to his face, the flailing about that we’ve been inherently teaching for the past 12 months when anything resembling a tune is played. And to that all he could say was, “Oh…”.

Go Pack – only when in the presence of Uncle D…
5. Noah plays peek-a-boo now – where he is the “peeker”. He will play with most anyone anytime he has something to hide behind – sometimes even himself in the mirror (obviously my favorite to watch). Fair warning: if the object is mobile, watch your face. You’ve been warned.


6. We have had enough parties to get us through until he’s three. Yep, three celebrations of Noah’s first year of life: Fairhope, Clyde, and Ten Mile. Each one full of love, laughs, friends, family, food, and fun. The Fairhope party is where we gave him his very own chocolate cake – I have been told since the day he was born that his first cake MUST be chocolate so it shows up in the pictures. And show up it did:

‘Scuse me, sir. It is not your birthday.
Please step away from the cake.
I think he liked it.
Finger-lickin’ good.Clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere.
Clean up, clean up, get the chocolate out of your hair.
(Pay no mind to the green gob-lin doing the spraying.)
“diss?”Party numero dos at the Giusti casa. He’s not very excited about it.Noah and GiuGiu – she knows how to get down.Mason’s face says it all – ha! Love it.

We are thankful for everyone who helped us welcome Noah Matthew into the world a year ago and for everyone who has grown to love him since. We are beyond blessed with the family-by-blood and the family-by-love that surround us.

7. Noah took his second trip to Boone, NC to hang out with Aunt KD & Uncle Dan – and he let us come along, too. Sleeping in the closet went better than before, the little doggies were slightly more tolerant of the other four-legged creature in their midst, wedding things were accomplished, autumn weather was enjoyed, Florida State football was watched, and Green Bay shirts were worn.

Football & snacks with daddy –
sounds like a good Saturday afternoon combo to me.
I love the mountains…I love the rolling hills…I love the Noah and all his simple thrills…

8. Noah has always been a great sleeper – I mean, phenomenal. During his twelfth month he decided that not only is he going to be a great sleeper, but he think he likes being a night owl as well. Down between eight and nine (usually), wakes between eight and nine. Yes, please. Sign me up. AND he still takes a beast of a nap or two during the day – two plus hours per nap. So for those of you (Aunt Meg) who said that “all babies wake between 6:30am and 7am because they are babies and that is what they do and I should just go on and forget about not being a morning person” – you are welcome to sleep in at my house any day. Knock on a big ole piece of wood…

Sleepy McGeeface

9. For the first time in his life Noah got to have all four grandparents all to himself for a whole weekend! We went down to Pensacola/Tallahassee/Fairhope over Labor Day weekend to go to a football game, John Mayer concert, and to celebrate Noah’s first year with all of our FL/AL family. While ‘beb’ and daddy were with Aunt Kelly and Uncle Paul, Noah was hamming it up with his four grand parental units. Scary thought, I know. The amount of sugary love in that room must have been stifling.

A whole lot of this was happening…
while chaos ensued.We look pretty wild, eh?Prom Pose
Watch out – that’s how babies happen.

(On prom night? What exactly does that mean?
This post must be running way too long.
Almost over, I promise.)
10. Sippy cups are old news, we have moved on to the straw in this house. Blessing and a curse: 1) He wants to get his grubby little hands on everything with a straw – my drink, your drink, the people at the next table’s drink. 2) He has “forgotten” how to tip his sippy cup and drink on his own. Convenient. 3) Meltdown will occur when straw-drinker does not immediately surrender said-drink to the boy. Public spectacle = Slightly embarrassing.

11. I mentioned this before, though I feel it is worth listing here as well. We are ween-ers here in the Fab Ford Fam. No more boob for the little one. He decided it was for babies and very easily and naturally moo-ved on. Amen? Amen.

Any suggestions of how to get him to drink this instead-
without putting chocolate in it?

12. And last, but certainly not least, as this one is probably the biggest milestone of all – for all parties involved: Noah spent his first night away from us and his bed. BIG step – more for us than him. It was very strange not having him with us and felt like we were being irresponsible at times – like we had left him somewhere on accident. Mama Bo and Papa Bo took him with them over to the Giusti house for a few days so that Chris and I could get the house together for Noah’s party and spend a little bit of time just the two of us. We went to the climbing gym, to a movie, dinner, and just relaxed. It was wonderful to have the together time, but it felt even better to have Noah home.

That’s a whole lot of little boy lovin’ right there.

Wow. Big month for our not-so-little guy. It’s hard to believe it’s been a year (plus) since he changed our lives and hearts forever. Our love for him is worldly and imperfect, yet mighty and unconditional. I would easily give my life for his, my tears for his pain, my joy for his sadness. If knowing that I could protect him from hard lessons and uphill battles would provide for him the best possible outcome, I would – but I know better than to think I know what’s best. We love him more than there are stars in the sky, but only his Maker knows that count…

The next update is just around the corner… but here are a few blogs to be looking for: 180 South, 3 Cords, Etsy (gulp)…

Home Rejuvenation

We are no where near finished with all that we want/needs to happen to bring our house up to speed, but let me say that a couple of cans of paint and a seasoned painter can work miracles. I will put Before-and-Afters up later, but here is a small glimpse of our not-so-new, newly glorious digs:

The mantra of my life…
It’s gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshiney day…Noah is supervising – must be a paternal gene.

That’s all for now – can’t give too much away. As soon as my living room is out of my kitchen and office, I will post the final results. Prepare to be blown away – if you’ve been here before. And if you haven’t, why the heck not and get your hiney here ASAP.


For sake of not having an emotional breakdown over the fact that my little baby has hit the double digits in months, I am going to skip the cutesy antics and conversation I typically have with the next month and get right to the list.

But, Eleven, I’m watching you.

1. Noah’s parents aren’t the only ones with the watersports bug, he got his start this month on the boat as well. Dennis and Stephanie took the Ford Family out on our own tour of WBL and I think Noah enjoyed it as much as the rest of us… Once more and he might be as good of a skier as his paternal grandpa.

Noah lulled in the arms of Mrs. Stephanie.

Can’t tell who is enjoying it more.

As soon as we docked he woke right up.

2. Our home has been like a daggum revolving door this summer with folks coming to and fro, in and out, just stopping in or passing through. We’ve had parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends – lifelong and new, and a partridge in a pear tree. And I love it. It gives me an excuse for my house being dirty.

Abigail was able to come and spend almost two whole weeks being “Mama Helper” while her brother and sister were at camp in North Cackalacky. We played, swam, skied, ate ice cream, crafted, watched movies, and loved on Noah. You would never guess the amount of help an almost-six-year-old could be, but I could definitely handle a little helper more often.

Pretty girl at the marina for dinner.
She made her hair flower.
Also among those visitors were the Chanceys, Chris’ mom’s side of the family, who had never been here before. Their visit was too short, but we managed to pack a lot in. Oh, and I am pretty sure Noah was likely the draw that brought them across the mountains. I mean, who can resist him?
Aunt Meg, Chris, Jamie, Shelley, and Uncle Roy on the two-cent camp tour. Jamie helping Noah enjoy his newly crafted JD tractor,
an early birthday present from the Chancey family.
Can you believe he’s to the point where he can be receiving “early birthday” presents?
3. Grits has learned that it’s to her benefit to have a baby in the house, now that he knows how to feed her. You see, instead of leaving it on his tray or in hiw bowl, Noah thinks it’s a good idea to pitch his food on the floor when he’s done. The instant gratification to watch the pup gobble it up makes it even better. Once our computer is released from the Geek Squad, I will share a video of this lovely pasttime. Until then, this will have to do.

These two are quickly becoming partners-in-crime.

4. Camp was, is, and always will be part of the interwoven fabric of my being, Chris’ too. (We became one when we married, so do we just have one fabric now, or are we looking a little more like stonewash denim?) So naturally, being born into our family, brought home to a camp house, Noah’s fabric is already tie-dyed with splashes of camp…which is why it’s incredibly special for us that he has gotten to meet a whole slew of Crestridge folks, and his first Crestridge baby friend.

Ashley/Templeton came to see us the first weekend of July,
thus winning the prize for meeting our little guy first.

We jet-setted to Boone for a few days, meeting Krystal and her family for the first time.

Capping off the month with a Bridal Shower, Noah was pleased to meet Kristi & Carver…

Picture to come.

As well as Debbye and Nancy who joined us for the shower in Black Mountain.

5. Noah and I spent what seems like half of July in the mountains, either in Balsam or Boone. He’s explored mountains, streams, wildflowers, abandoned houses, blackberry bushes, wild ponies, rock climbers, mountain peaks, and more…all from the comfort of my back. He likes to hike, looking around to take it all in. Of course, I would probably love it even more if I got to ride on someone’s back. Any takers?

Hiking around with my mom and dad on their first visit to YASNY.Hiking up to see the original homestead on the mountain.

6. Teeth numbers five, six, and seven are poking there way on through. I am fairly certain these little boogers have been the most painful for him, even still, he takes it like a champ. These little white specks are constant reminders that he will never stop growing, never stop changing – no matter how hard I try to convince myself otherwise. I find myself wishing he could just keep the four little charming chompers he has now… we do live in East Tennessee, that’s a lot by some standards.

Beware of biting baby…I recommend visually counting the teeth.

7. All along our sweet guy has been extremely laid-back and very low-maintenance, rarely putting up a fuss for much of anything. And now he’s discovered all the new things his voice can do – and boy, does he use them. He has learned/taught himself/concocted this high-pitched-nails-down-a-chalkboard-make-your-hair-stand-up-glass-shattering scream that physically makes my body hurt when he does it. This cry is reserved for when he is not getting his way, say at naptime when he thinks naps are for babies (I’ve got news for you, kid) or at mealtime when brocolli just ain’t cutting it. It makes me want to leave the room – and if he is adequately supervised (some days Grits counts) I may just walk away.

Don’t let those big blue eyes fool you.

8. Alas, our child is no longer a vegetarian. Unless he chooses to go Veg some other time in his life, he can always say he was until he was ten months old. And the first meat of choice? An all-natural beef frank – yep, a hot dog. He devoured it piece by piece and probably would have gone back for more. His face is all shiny and his little fingers are slick with all-natural grease (ha) when he finishes. I wonder if my strange hankering for hot dogs when I was six months pregnant could have been Noah letting me in on his preferences while in the womb? I wouldn’t have touched a hot dog for nothing before then…

Noah says, “Thanks, Aunt KD, for my first (of many) scrumptious hot dogs.”

9. Noah has learned the wave. Not the sportsfan phenomenon of people standing and sitting in repetition as the “wave” moves across the stadium, though that would be impressive. He’s telling people “bah-buh” while awkardly waving his limp hand in the air. He doesn’t really have the timing down yet, so he will likely kick visitors out of our house or try to depart early from places, but it’s so darn cute you can hardly stand it. He uses “bah-buh” for greetings and salutations accompanied with a wave so far… though he does say “ayeee” which is definitely his hello.

Hola. Aloha. Bonjour. Hiya. Hello there. Hey y’all.

10. And last but absolutely not least, our little one has found his M’s and has been working on his “ma-mas” all month. Melts my heart, yes it does. Does he call me mama? Well, no – anything can be “ma-ma” at this point, but it’s started, and that’s all that matters.

Loving on his mama before we floated down the river.

So yes, time flies when you are having fun and even sometimes when you aren’t (see number seven). We are looking forward to lots of fun things in months eleven and twelve, but it’s okay if they take time getting here.


There are LOTS of pictures and videos that go along with this update, but our computer has been captured by the Geek Squad, so they will have to wait. I thought I ought to finish the post itself before I got fired. From life.

Upcoming on the blog: More of my thoughts and opinions on life, love, saving the planet, changes, and things I find consuming my time these days. Stay tuned.