Fall is finally here again! This is by far, my favorite time of the year. I didn’t used to have much love for spring, but since I began gardening a few years back, spring is a definite boost to my winter blues too.
There is a Chosen One. Maybe this sounds like a title of high status. Perhaps it even sounds hard-earned and well-deserved. In this case though, the Chosen One is simply the unsolicited title for the rather unlucky sap who gets the privilege of being the first boy to hold the interest of, and have an interest in, one of our daughters. No names here. I wouldn’t do that to him. The poor guy probably has no idea that I write at all, much less blog about anything and everything involving my girls, our firefighting family’s life, and our homestead. Nonetheless, I write what’s on my mind,
As a kid, I lived for summer break. It was signaled by the ring of the bell on the last official day of school. Kids would run out of classrooms and throw their school papers in the air as they bolted from building after building. Campus looked more like a ticker tape parade than a school setting. The teachers never seemed to mind; probably because they were right behind us, kicking the last of us out the door and throwing their planning books in the air too.
With the addition of a new puppy to our household I'm exploring a whole new set of options in the natural and holistic realm. I've always fed our pets the regular dog or cat food from the grocery store or the pet food store. I've been keeping our indoor cats (only 2 of them) on a natural, grain-free cat food the past couple years.
How do you move a homestead?
That’s a question that’s been nagging at me for a few months now. At least I have good reason for this nagging issue. We have been getting ready to do just that: move our entire homestead to the country! Whaaat?!! A homestead in the country?! Who would have thought?
What does a Fire Wife, homeschooling mother of three daughters do to celebrate the hectic holidays with style and fun? Write blogs, dye my middle daughter's hair a festive red and admire their candycane fingernail creations!
This past weekend we decided to take off. We needed to get away from our self-made daily stresses and enjoy some fall feeling to the air. We packed up our travel trailer, hooked it up to our diesel and death-fumes-emitting Excursion to haul it, pointed the nose north and headed up to apple country for Tradd’s 4 days off. As with everything we do, there’s always the opportunity to learn, even when it’s not officially a “school day.” Often times, it’s the non-school lessons that are the most important ones in life. This trip was no different.
Our summer’s big family vacation took the nerd route into history this year. We packed up our family, my brother's family, and my parents and we all took one big convoy up to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania for the 150th Anniversary of the Battle of Gettysburg. We stayed for a week and participated in a lot of the living history presentations that the National Park Service put on during the battle days.
One week ago, I had the pleasure of getting to attend the first ever national convention of firefighter wives. This convention was organized by Lori Mercer, of Firefighter Wife. Her blog can be found at http://www.firefighterwife.com Along with the blog, Lori also runs a forum for fire wives from all over the world to be able to connect with each other, offer support, seek advice, and vent at the time when the fire life gets overwhelming. Lori doesn't tackle this type of endeavor alone though. She has enlisted the help of some ultra-wise fir
I'm so excited I can hardly sleep! Actually, I can't. That's why I'm up writing instead. I'm going to regret this in the morning, but what can I do? Tomorrow, I get to go to the very first convention ever for ME! Well not just me, of course, but "me" as in the wife of a fireman.