WooHoo!! My hovabator #1588 showed up yesterday! Can't wait to try it out!!
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So true! Sometimes at first glace a door doesn't look open but usually if you take the time and energy to give it a kick - doors do open up - it just takes the hard work of making it happen. Your pigs confused me, at first glance I thought you were someone new!I cannot even imagine trying to establish a working homestead at retirement age.
Several years back I had a conversation with an uncle about something similar, something "I'd love to do if I could". He said the same thing then, "What's holding you back?" I had all kinds of excuses for him and at the time of the conversation I thought all of his rebuttals for my excuses were, of course, quite silly. What a concept. The man had no idea what some of these barriers meant. What an idiot. I didn't have the money, or the time, or the freedom... I have KIDS to take care of. The very thought...I blew him off, didn't realize it at the time, but he managed to plant a seed. It took a couple weeks, but I finally understood what he was saying. They're just excuses. We all have them. We like to talk about things we'd do "if only..." but we rarely like to admit we're the only thing standing between us and that "if only".![]()
Quick find some eggs!! Baby chicks are just weeks away!WooHoo!! My hovabator #1588 showed up yesterday! Can't wait to try it out!!
HIPAA : Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act (I had the P and A mixed around) Anyway, it's that paper you sign at the Dr's office that regulates the use and disclosure of Protected Health Information. Blah blah blah. Basically it means I can't tell you all the funny stories about "Mr. Smith" because it would be a violation of his privacy. Too bad...some stuff is just too hilarious and outlandish! lol
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Ahh yes, I have that same question.
I wish I had an attractive, shirtless farm hand who also cooked and cleaned and rubbed my feet.
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I'm not old enough to have much of a memory lane, but growing up I must have been one of a dozen kids in school who had to shake their milk before pouring it. We got milk from Grandpa's farm every Sunday, even helped milk the cows on occasion. I didn't know it was raw milk until a couple years ago when I read about what raw milk was and asked Dad if milk from the farm was ever pasteurized. It was just milk to me, and boy did it take forever to break the habit of shaking the jug after Grandpa got rid of his cows and we switched to store bought milk. It took several years before I would even drink store milk without a lot of chocolate syrup, it just didn't taste right on it's own.Oh my! It just dawned on me why people have that habit of shaking their milk now! I'm 34 so I don't recall a time of a milk man but I do remember shaking my milk as something we just did. Funny how stuff like that sticks through generations.![]()
I love old newspapers, especially old ads; they just fascinate me! And yea, growing up in an older house really is cool; I only wish I had been a little older when we moved from my childhood house because even though I'm pretty sure the place was haunted it was still really neat. And small (hence the move). I remember downstairs right across from our furnace was the coal room, it had a door w/the bottom 2 feet cut off (so you could scoop coal) and that room was really scary to a little kid because even though there hadn't been coal in there for years, it was blacker than black in that windowless room (and no lights either). It looked like you were just walking into nothingness going in there. We used to stack wood in there for the furnace that my dad would toss down through the windows, and I hated helping with that chore! Always felt like I'd get trapped in the black and never get out! hehe...I'd love to go back there and check it out but someone lives there (and its apparent they don't take care of the place...doesn't look like anyone painted it since we moved out in 1992). I wonder what the inside looks like now...Growing up in an older house was pretty interesting.
This is also the reason why you don't have to tell your boss why you're taking a "sick" day.HIPAA : Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act (I had the P and A mixed around) Anyway, it's that paper you sign at the Dr's office that regulates the use and disclosure of Protected Health Information. Blah blah blah. Basically it means I can't tell you all the funny stories about "Mr. Smith" because it would be a violation of his privacy. Too bad...some stuff is just too hilarious and outlandish! lol