Kids

What a wonderful three days my family has had. The girls have been out of school for three days due to something to having to due with parent-teacher conferences next week. So, our house has been filled with fighting children.



This mornin' started our pretty nice. Then we decide to mow and clean out the garden and rototill it. I told the girls that if they got some bags and put the dead corn in then, I would give them ten cents for every ear of funky corn they bag. Montanna states to me that "10 cents is nothin!". I tell her she can take it or leave it. She took it. They get out there with their bags and everything is going good until Montanna swipes a cob from Emmah, due to the hole in the bottom of Emmah's bag and her corn falling out. Emmah starts screaming that Montanna took her corn and then proceeds to do the fish flop/scream bloody murder while Montanna is still picking up the corn Emmah loses during the melt down. I tell Emmah that I will give her an extra dime and that seems to calm her for now.



Things were going better and Brandon had the mower ready to mow. I was going to mow the garden before he tilled it up. And so began the saga of "I'M going next!!!" Within twenty minutes of the corn incident, they begin to fight over who said they were going first, first. Montanna is pleading with me to remember she had told me first. Emmah is telling me that she told me first. Finally I tell them both to hush up or they wouldn't get to ride. A *redneck* thing we do is let the kids ride the mower around the yard. Not very fast, just cruising a little.



I finally get on the mower and start on the garden and low and behold, there was a big pile of baling twine in the garden and now tangled badly around the blade...to the point that it was smoking for a bit. Get'r shut down, by Brandon's truck of course because keeping with the redneck theme, our mower needs a jump to get it started (another *honey do list* thing...fix mower). An hour later, the mower is ready for action. I get the garden mowed and then the girls have their turn on the mower. They had fun and didn't have one fight...thank goodness for the small things!

Keeping up with Colton is another story. Sweetest boy you ever want to meet but he is BUSY!! The whole time we're outside today, we have to check to see where *the baby* is. He is very fast and one time even burned his poor little hand on the BBQ, that was when he was crawling. He is now walking and able to get places faster. On the kitchen table is a favorite or pounding on the computer after sneaking into our room.

Having children has taught me a lot about myself...I was a dork when I was a kid...I fought with my brother all the time and drove my mom and Nana nuts...I don't have the patience I thought I had...you can feel old at 30...children do NOT get easier to raise the older they get...it was wrong to give my mom those dirty looks...and the biggest thing I've learned is repeating yourself is an everyday thing, get used to it.

I do pray there comes a day when our children will get along and show how much they love each other...instead of fighting over who gets the toilet first...

Tonight was the Halloween party at the girls' school. It was pretty fun if you like 10,000 kids running around with the soccer mom's and dad's in tow. I never really like going to the school functions. We live in suburbia and I am just not comfortable in the city....

...picture if you will, the first day of school. It was a beautiful day, I was happy for our middle child as it was her first day of school. My husband was asleep, the baby was sleeping, so me and the girls go to school in my truck. Now, my truck is a HUGE four door 4x4 truck with *REDNECK* written in 4 inch letters on the back, not to mention all the straw bales in the bed of the truck at the time. It's a nice truck, not all hillbillied out, it's just big and has *REDNECK* written on the back and straw bales.

We get to school and I don't know if anyone's noticed but the parking spots have gotten smaller. Well, I pull into a rock star parking spot with plenty of room to get the truck out. I take the girls into the school, see them off to their classes, hug and kiss them and tell them to have a great day. I walk off smiling, thinking of how much fun it will be for them and as I round the corner, I look at my truck across the parking lot and see a minivan pull next to my truck. As I get closer, I see that I am wedged in on all sides by minivans and SUV's, except for the front where there was a curb and road out of the parking lot.

I get in the truck with neither a smile on my face or a happy thought in my head. I figure that I can try backing up and seeing what happens. So, I start the big, huge diesel truck up and slap that sucker in reverse and try to make it out. I had two big mistakes that day...one being that I actually thought I got rock star parking and number two is thinking I could back out, no problem. I am crammed in on the right and left, I have about 10 feet behind me (which I swear is shorter then the truck!) and a curb in front of me. I call my husband but of course, he is sleeping. So, I leave a typical wife having a problem message..."BABE!!! WAKE UP!! I'm stuck in the parking lot and I can't get out...BABE!!!!!!!" With my first plan shot, I decide to jump the curb. I give the truck a little gas, 'cuz the whole time it's been runnin' of course, and the truck doesn't move. Crap!! I think if I give it too much gas, I will jump the curb and hit the minivans and SUV's across the road. At this point, my mornin' has really gone south in a hurry and I'm not seeing a way outta this any time soon. I call hubby again and he was still asleep, so I leave another message, though some of the words are getting worse and more desperate. Twenty minutes into my panic, the minivan next to me leaves. There was my chance to beat it on down the road. I whip it into reverse and look behind me best I can over the straw for kids and parents and off I went. Not even out of the parking lot and a lady in an Escalade feels she doesn't need to stop at her stop sign...with the big green beast coming, straw piled in the back...she stopped and I made it home in time to wake my husband up and yell at him!

I can laugh on it now, but that was surely a crazy mornin' that I don't want to repeat any time soon. My husband, Brandon, could only laugh at me. Hey, it's a big truck and I have even been asked by an older gentleman how the weather was up here. It was hot I told him.

It's now time for me to master the fine art of horse trailer hauling. Now that sounds like fun...stay tuned!!!

Rednecks and chicken coops

Well, today was build a chicken coop day. Wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Now, let me start off by saying that we are rednecks...through and through, we are rednecks. Which isn't the same as white trash, though some may think it's the same thing (but that's another topic some day).
Anyhow, last year we got a lot of pallets and made our horses a run-in shelter for the cold Idaho winters. Brandon decided we needed to put tar paper on it to fill in some holes and really I'm not sure why we put it on there. Horses decide it's a wonderful thing to tear apart, so now we have a hawnky-jawed horse shed that looks horrible. We are now the proud owners of a pallet chicken coop, to go with the horses house. Hey, it works and the chickens are happy and dry. Next, we need to work on the horse lean-to. That will be much more fun with the horses eating our clothes and poking our butts.
Life is a little calm around here right now and really kinda nice. Something is bound to happen here soon, hopefully it won't be too crazy. We do have the girls' Halloween party at school to go to this week...FUN, FUN, FUN!!!.
It was a beautiful day here today. Warm, about 55-60 degrees, light breeze...perfect for chicken coop building. I love Autum!!
I will get some pictures posted and will talk later.

Well, my very first post. I guess I will introduce myself. I'm Loree, 30 year old wife and mother to three babies. Montanna is almost 8 and quite the sassy girl. Emmah is almost 6 and a real sweetheart. Colton is our youngest at 13 months and boy is he a handful!!! It has been crazy ever since we found out I was having him can't imagine how the rest of childhood can go...
I stay at home with my family and raise them. I feel so lucky to be able to stay home. My husband, Brandon, has been off work for about 9 months now from an accident last year. We are lucky to get along as well as we do. I tried homeschooling for a little bit but mercy, it was not for me and Emmah. We found out last week that Emmah lost 2 stars at school for going crazy for not being able to write the number 5. Brandon and I couldn't help but to laugh...that is why I sent her to school!! I prefer things to be a little more easy going, not so fish floppin', head bangin', screamin', fit throwin' as she has a tendency to do with the *harder* stuff.
I guess you can say I am a soaper by trade. I love to make soap, lotion, creams, salves, lip balms, house cleaners, laundry soap...you name it!! I truely believe I was born about 200 years too soon. wouldn't that have been fun??? I would have lived in the West and had a ranch in Montana and trained horses while raising beef and having 10 babies...aawwww, if we could only go back in time. Anyhow, soaping is what I do in my spare time. I try to sell some to help pay for the supplies.
My other number one love is HORSES!! Anything horses is what I love. I am in the process of looking for another horse, a mare in foal I am hoping. We plan on breeding our mare Star next spring. She's a beautiful flea bitten gray. We also have an Appaloosa and a gen-u-ine Mustang. We have a wonderful little herd of horses that at times can be quite rowdy and funny. The 30-second fart by Spirit the Mustang is just one that comes to mind. Or Choncho the App that has a tongue problem...it flaps while he runs due to missing teeth (story will come later), which does not make him a show horse. Though we are not show horse people, just some rednecks enjoying life so far.
Anyhow, that is a little about me and I will be writing much more in the future. I was once a very good writer of songs, poetry and stories. Hopefully I can get back into write freely. Will talk later...