crazy, crazy, crazy!

It finally happened! I have a phone!! Well, it's not here yet, but it is ordered and will be here soon!!! This was the biggest pain I have had since giving birth. At first I wanted a Blackberry. We were going to go with Verizon and the store informed us that they require that you keep a constant Internet stream to a Blackberry. $30 a month. Whatever!!! So then we went to AT&T. They would sell me the Blackberry but they wanted $180 for it. Lets say it again, WHATEVER!!! So then we went back to Verizon (which had the Pink Blackberry by the way, the one that I desperately wanted) and had to choose different phones. We both chose the LG Voyager but then Farmer Bob found out that he could get a 15% discount through AT&T for his employment and he is very Verizon bias. Please, no questions. So we went back to AT&T and Farmer Bob couldn't pick a phone. I was going to get the Red Blackberry and then I found the LG Incite that had Windows 6.1 included with it, a 3.0 mp camera and video, could do all my datebook work and reminders, and a ton more. More than even the Blackberry does unless you want the Bold, but that was $200 or some such nonsense. So we went to Wirefly because AT&T wanted a ridiculous amount, like $400 for the Incite. But guess what? YOU HAVE TO HAVE THE INTERNET!!! I got so pissed I was ready to just get on the computer, close my eyes, click on something, and that is what I would buy. After I calmed down some I had decided to just get the Internet because I really wanted that phone. Then, of coarse, Farmer Bob brought me back to earth and I decided that IF I was a high-powered Corporate Mogul, THEN I would let myself get that glorious phone. SO, I chose this:

The LG Vu. It has a 2.0 mp camera, I can't do the datebook things that I wanted or the windows 6 creations, but I can do music and games. It does have other feature that I wanted I'm sure, I'm just feeling very sour about it right now. I like to get what I want, the brat that I am, but I'm sure I'll get over it soon. Most of all though, I'M SO THANKFUL THAT I ALMOST HAVE A PHONE! Then I will be able to call people. Crazy, crazy, crazy.

On another note, Mar. 21. Not just "Your Royal Highness'" birthday but someone else's also. Farmer Bob and I were going to go to the temple that day. We have not been able to go since November and I was praying that Heavenly Father wouldn't let anything happen that would keep us from it. i am soooo disapointed. Farmer Bob went out to feed the animals that morning while I got the kids and myself ready to go. He called into the house and said everyone should get out there quick. We all hurried and found a big mess.

Farmer Bob just missed the birth by minutes. She had delivered the calf but not the placenta yet. We were all crowded around the stall door and I was holding Princess Buttercup up so she could see in. When Jenny May turned her hind end toward the door and then started to deliver all of the left overs, Dash and Butterfly Personified got very disgusted looks on their faces but didn't say a word. Princess Buttercup, on the other hand, pointed and said, "Mommy, (and then a little louder) Mommy, (and then really loud) MOMMY! That's agusting! I don't like that!" Very funny!

Jenny May was a very good Mommy though. She cleaned him all up and got him going. He looks like a little baby deer with no spots. He is so adorable (boo! hoo!) I am so sad.

Farmer Bob took votes on their family blog and everyone that voted said that they liked Chuck R. Oast. Farmer Bob on the other hand calls him Sir Loin. I, the Milk Maid Supreme, call him Little Mister. What a 4H beauty he would make, no?

So now that Little Mister is here and Jenny May is ready to be milked twice a day, AND it is still cold outside here, I put on my long sleeved shirt, sweater, 2 sweat shirts, sweat pants, long socks, big girl cover all pants, and mucking boots. Now I'm ready to milk. At first we had to have one of our friends come and help us milk her. Needless to say she didn't like her teets pulled. On Monday night it was just Farmer Bob and I. That was an adventure. She was trying to smash Farmer Bob into the wall, throw him over her head, kick him, ram him, take out his tenders, and generally rub some pain on. Farmer Bob, undamaged in any way (what a man!), had to shove her head into the ground and sit on it. He ended up having to do that twice before we were done an hour and a half later. Fortunately she didn't give us many problems after that. Now she just stands there looking pretty while we get the job done. Crazy, crazy, crazy! What a life.

I have spent enough time today being lazy. Now I have to do something physically productive. Yuck. Hulk is about to go down for a nap, one of those little mercies I have in my day, so I might get some things done. Laundry is pileing up again. Maybe today I can get it washed, folded, AND put away. That would be the day's miracle.

Sunday Epiphany

Can I just say, I LOVE CHURCH!!! Oh ya, it's my blog, I can say whatever. Ha, Ha, Ha. I'm such a funny girl.

My whole day yesterday was really great. I got done milking Jenny May and still had plenty of time to braid my hair, Princess Buttercup's, AND Butterfly Personified's. We all looked very pretty. We got to church a little over 15 minutes early, which hardly ever happens now since Farmer Bob had to start going to early morning meetings and I have to get the kids ready myself. Sometimes it's not very happy. But this time it went great. I was also able to play the piano for Sacrament Meeting. That hardly ever happens and I dearly love it when it does. It really helps me to empty my spiritual cup so I have room for more. I got up and bore my testimony. I really didn't know what I was going to say but I just had to thank all of the people in my ward for everything that they do for us. Ever since Farmer Bob's mom went back home last October I have been soooooooo homesick. Farmer Bob and I almost moved back home because of it. Sadly, the Lord has other ideas for us and I am desperately trying to cope with that. But people in our ward have stepped up to fill this ginormous hole that I feel is in our lives. I am not unhappy. But I think that things could be better if we had those loved ones around us on a more common basis.

Here are the words to one of my favorite songs. This song gives me comfort and makes me think.

Do you ever wonder who you are?
Do you ever wonder as you stare into the stars,
Where you began and how you got this far from home.

Have you ever walked along the shore?
Have you ever seen the water dancing back and forth?
Did you look inside to see if there was more to life?

You will never ever stand alone.
You were never called to bear the burdens on your own.
And where there is fear, love will take control and lead you on.

Well, there's dream taking wing.
There's a voice that wants to sing.
Even in the deepest darkest night.
The torch is raised to the sky
And there are hands that hold it high.
You were born to keep it burning bright.
You were meant to fly,
You were meant to shine,
Child of light.

So the obvious answer to the questions "do you know who you are, do you know where you came from?" can be pretty obvious. 'I lived in heaven a long time ago, it is true. Lived there and loved there with people I know, so did you. Then Heavenly Father presented a beautiful plan all about Jesus and eternal salvation for man.' But what am I doing HERE. Farmer Bob could just as easily be a dairy farmer in Colorado or Utah as he could here. What did Heavenly Father put in me, or Farmer Bob, that He specifically put us here to share? Every time we have asked God if we could go home the answer is always 'No', and this time it was 'Stop asking'. Why did Heavenly Father save me from all the stupid things I did as a teenager? When I look back I can distinctly remember 3 times that I should have been harmed or killed. Why wasn't I? I wasn't following the gospel and I know that I didn't have the Holy Ghost with me as my protector. Why was God so loving to this disobedient child that He took the time to guide me out of the awful maze I made for myself and into the arms of my wonderful Farmer Bob. I have prayed so many times asking Heavenly Father to tell me what He wants me to do here and I still await an answer. Maybe I am expecting something too grand and impressive. I am vain and shallow, this I know and accept.

What I do know is that I am so thankful for my Patriarchal Blessing. I am thankful for 'the water dancing back and forth'. The living water that Christ offers me. I try to look inside every day to find the answers that I seek because I know that there is always more. More for me, more for my family, more service I can do, just...more. I know that I love this gospel more than anything else except my family. I didn't like the feeling of floundering, that is why I came back to where I belong, and I never want to leave again.

All of these things will be brought to my sight sooner or later. I think it's probably going to be later though and I am not very patient. Farmer Bob can attest to that after eating soggy french toast and burned grilled cheese sandwiches. As for right now I try and content myself with distractions and raising my kids. If I can manage that right maybe I'll be satisfied with not knowing everything I want.

Sunday Mornings

Farmer Bob is off to morning meetings and I am done milking Jenny May (never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would be using that term and referring to myself at the same time). It took about a day for me to go from sleeping in until 8:30 or 9:00 to waking up bright and early at 6:00 (not that I get to go to bed any sooner than before though). That day was last Saturday when Little Mister was born. Over night my internal alarm set itself to wake up. That is not actually great. Farmer Bob milks in the morning, and I, at night. So instead of exercising at night I do it in the morning due to my mysterious morning insomnia. I actually can't complain because if I exercise in the morning then it is done and I have more time in my day. See, Heavenly Father has taken pity on me. He didn't give me 10 hours extra but he did give me 2.
I can't wait to see what my Sunday Epiphany will be today. And since it is fast Sunday I hope it's a good one. I can't wait for conference next week. I never used to get excited about it but over the past two years or so I really look forward to it and can't wait until it comes. My last November Ensign is all beat up. I need May's to carry around with me and mutilate.
Dash has emerged and the house is not as quiet as it was just a moment ago. I need to get ready for church anyway. The day has turned cloudy and rainy but I don't mind that. I kind of like it. The temp. is nice and cool and there is a gentle breeze today. I love to hear the birds in the morning!

The last of my beautiful Pumpkin Pies

First off I just have to say, I know that 'weeped' is not a word but you should have heard the sound that Princess Buttercup was making. And second, hooray for me! I set up my side bar! Thank you Your Royal Highness!!!
Now, as painful as it may be, I have to recall the story of the Pumpkin Pies.

A week ago, Friday, I went on my normal grocery shopping excursion. All went well, I came home, the kids helped me date and rotate all the food, and then everything was put away. Two days later Farmer Bob went down into the basement to grab something for me and came back up yelling. Come to find out, the freezer door had been left open to thaw all of my food and cool the basement. WHO committed this horrific offence against my humble freezer dwellers? Well, we won't disclose the name because what is done is done. I had 4 WHOLE 8 lb. roasters (home grown mind you) that were thawed out completely. Over 50 lbs. of blueberries picked by yours truly and Farmer Bob's mom. Not to mention all the left over berries from the garden last summer. Multiple pounds of beef, frozen veggies, etc., etc., etc.!!!! AND, 16 beautiful, hand made pumpkin pies. I had many wonderfully sweet pumpkins from the garden last fall so I decided to make some pies. I made the crust, the filling (with the help of My Cluck Clucks home grown goodness) and then froze all of them. When they were frozen I stacked them in three stacks in the freezer. When they thawed out gravity did it's job so terribly well. The top pies squished the bottom pies, distributing goo all over the inside of my freezer. Oh, about 13 pies worth of goo! But the pies that were lucky enough to be on the top of each pile tipped so half of the filling spilled out anyway. It took me days to make all those pies from pumpkins from my own garden. I had one pie upstairs in my freezer. The one and only survivor. So I baked her up yesterday and this morning I took her to the mutual girls who were trying to sell baked goods for girls camp money. FAREWELL MY BEAUTIFUL PUMPKIN PIE, I HOPE YOU FETCH A GOOD PRICE!
I lament!
The kids have been so good today. They usually are. It's at night when they morph into supernatural beings. Princess Buttercup has been content to watch her favorite movies. We don't watch very much but I have had a lot to do today and it keeps her occupied. But I just have to say, if I have to hear the theme song to 'Barbie and the 12 dancing princesses' one more time I think I might give in to the dark side. HAN SOLO, RESCUE ME!

Just getting started

For awhile now I have felt this amazing need to keep a journal, which I hate. So I have been looking for an alternative. Then I decided to get into this blog thing. We'll see how it works. I love to scrapbook but just don't ever seem to have the time these days to even make some cards. It's quite sad and we'll not dwell on the subject, but the point is, that this can be both my journal and my scrapbook for the time being until Heavenly Father adds 10 more hours to each day. I just got the kids to bed and patiently endured Hulk wail at me about how unjust his life is because we must change his diaper, Princess Buttercup weeped to me about how her toothbrush got slobbered on by our dear Hulk, Dash heaved his way up the stairs telling me how hot he was (its less than 52 degrees today), and Butterfly Personified gave many hugs and kisses and nicely went off to bed, as always. I just love that! Jenny May was awesome for me tonight. I cleaned her stall, hooked her up, sat down on my milkin` stool, and started to milk, all while sweetly singing her a church tune. She was quite docile and nice. I know that she loves me! Farmer Bob is at work saving the world one ticket at a time, bless his heart. I love that he does that! What a good Daddy and Hubby he is. And he might even buy me the pink phone!
I must go to bed now. The story of the pink phone must be for another day. There are no pictures up yet but I think it is fairly amazing that I even have this much accomplished on my new blog page so far. There are two quite annoying traits about myself that most people know about I'm sure: 1 - I can't spell worth a darn so many fond thoughts to the person who invented spell check! And 2- Computers and I don't live in peace and harmony. It's a mutual hate I'm sure and things usually don't end very well when we have an altercation.
So here's to happy blogging, if my two personality challenges don't hinder me, and to the people who helped me get it started. I love them and will profusely thank them, but tomorrow, I'm beat.