Wednesday, December 30, 2009
It had been one of those days. The Mecham children woke up on the wrong side of the bed. By 10a.m. I knew it was going to be necessary for a night OUT with Mr. Mecham. It was confirmed, when at noon, Bailey and Cole began an argument over who would get to tell me something. (because I might enjoy a story more if the info came from a different child... right?!) And re-affirmed by little McKay's cries of boredom after being grounded from friends until Cole was his buddy again.
Make note that if I ever go into the looney bin it is because of sibling quarreling. I can't stand it! I knew there was something wrong. Either a child sick or up too late or hungry bellies. Why else would one wake up bitter? So I fed the children. But they didn't like their food. (YIKES!) I took their temperatures. Everyone normal. No booger noses. No coughing. Everyone healthy. Therefore it must have been the late night games and Christmas activities. Yes indeed! They were tired. But what kid is going to go to bed for the night when the sun is still up? And so I made a dedicated attempt to fill the day with activities and work to keep the young ones busy and when Mi Amore finally rescued me we made one last attempt to relieve the children from their miserable day. We took them bike riding at the church parking lot! It didn't work. Even the bike ride ended in tears.
It was dark. 6:00. I made mac and cheese for dinner (affectionately known as "yellow death")because it was fast... and then listened to the children complain about their meal in the background while I called 1-800-macarena iriqui (great babysitter). She was available to sit with the children while we escaped the insanity! The children ate, pulled on jamies, brushed teeth and were tucked in bed snuggy tight with prayers said by 7:00 p.m. And just before I walked out the door to pick up Ms. Iriqui I poked my little head in to see 3 children who had embraced sleep quickly.
We gave Macarena free reign of the pantry, fridge and freezer, Christmas goodies still lingering, the computer Internet and movies. We even told her to invite Ms. Katie to come hang out... It was going to be a very quiet night and we were so thankful that she was willing to come over.
I skipped to the car. Skipped! So happy for relief. Mr. Mecham and I went to dinner since we were getting quite hungry. Soup and salad. Perfect for the chilly evening. On the way home we decided to drive through the Honda dealership. It sounded like a good time to trade in our old Honda for a newer model with less miles. And so we pulled in but decided to drive through the lot instead of walking since the night air was a little too cool and the car was already toasty warm. When we found a few we liked we hopped out and quickly peeked inside... oblivious to time... happy to be shopping together with full bellies. But we knew we would have to come back another day. So we began our exit. The South exit was already gated and locked down... so we drove to the South/East exit... the one we had entered the lot at... it was also gated and locked down. I chuckled. Nate cursed. So we headed to the obvious only opening for the dealership... the North/East entrance. It was gated and locked. I chuckled. Nate cursed twice. We were totally locked into the dealership! Everyone had gone home. Lights inside were out. GONE!
We called the police. They would "send somebody out." And so after an hour MR. Nice policeman came out and listened to our story while shaking his head. The brave Mr. Mecham announced his desire to borrow the policeman's bolt cutters and made a honest effort to convince the officer that he had the right to do so since he had been locked into the dealership. The officer shook his head. The bolt cutters were not a part of the nights activities. The only thing Mr. Officer could do was loan us a phone (that we didn't need) to call somebody (at 10:30 p.m.) to get a ride home. But Mi Amore (bless his heart) couldn't bare to leave our already purchased Honda in a Honda dealership until the next morning. And so he remained firm in his idea that bolt cutters were necessary and that as soon as the nice policeman left that he would call uncle Loyd to bring them over. But before the Officer could leave the night janitor arrived and guess what? He had keys to the lock? What janitor has keys to the lot lock?
And so at 11:00 p.m. We were rescued and on our way home to our very sleeping children.
What a day!
Friday, December 25, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
It has been said that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Indeed it does!
Monday, December 7, 2009
Jessica and Beavis parted ways... it went incredibly well. We give credit to skilled doctors who were blessed by our Heavenly Father to carry out His will. Jessica came home already! What a gal! Sure love and miss you lady!
We set out the decorations for Christmas... and the celebration has begun! I just wish it lasted all year!
Dad celebrated another year older... and much wiser too! It has been a year of challenge for the old man. In his fight against skin cancer on his cheek he is optimistic and we are hopeful and most prayerful! We celebrated with a grand party at the home of yours truly! All dad's favorite health foods as not to spike his diabetes! Salmon and shrimp and steak on the grill. Yummy garden fresh salad and red potatoes and Aunt Tisha's green beans delight...
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
My advise to anyone who doesn't believe that my house is ever clean... I invite you to visit at 11:00 p.m.... right after Mr. Mecham has finished up the dinner dishes and cleaned my kitchen and I have finally put the last of the laundry away! Somewhere between 11 p.m and 8:00 a.m. the messy fairy whirls through my house leaving loads of dishes and piles of laundry. Go figure?! I swear the messy fairy is more alive than Santa Clause. Don't test my truth... it's not worth it!
But today I have been busy as a beaver... and so if you come over in the next 25 minutes you will see a clean house! In the middle of the day, no less. And you might believe that I do something besides sit around reading books. (which is what I want to do!) Just don't expect me to be ready for the day... because I'm not! And my goal now is to get in the shower and make up on before Mi Amore gets home. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
My super cute and ever talented friend at happily ever after (by invite only... so sorry!!!) invited me to take the Tibetan personality test. It was oh so fun! I thank you Lady Gale for such an activity... You are marvelous! And besides, the Dalai Lama suggested I do it and I could not disappoint.... If I passed it along to as many friends as my favorite number (which is 3) then the wish that I made will come true on my favorite day of the week... which means that Sunday will be a lovely day for me. Crunchy Granola once told me that those things don't work... but I'm certain that Sunday will show her intelligence to be misunderstood!
The Tibetan people must know a lot! Really! And the Dalai Lama is very primitive indeed... My whole personality was described by a few short questions... They go like this:
My real most favorite animal is a giraffe. I would own one if I could. Then an elephant! And after that, I really like my chicken, Jasmine. She is so tiny and fluffy! If Nate would let her in the house I would potty train her and keep her right by my side... But in the order of the animals that was presented I chose these... which Dalai says are symbolic of the order of importance of those things in my life:
Almost! I almost put tiger first! WHooeee... How would that feel?! Having the Dalai suggest that I was full of pride instead of only 1/2 full of pride? I did wonder if I really liked my career more than money? I always thought it would be coolest to just inherit a bajillion dollars and then secretly pay off mortgages and take extravagant vacations with my wee ones... and then live in a far off place serving a very long mission with Brother Mecham! But if the Dalai said....
Dog = friend. (I had one once... Murphey... a cocapoo... He died in a heroic effort to save the family homestead from the ferocious squirrel that had set up house somewhere underneath that house foundation.... the vet said it was heat exhaustion after a viscous chase all around the property. I cried. He was my friend.)
Cat = Nuisance. (for all cat lovers... I apologize. I've tried to love cats. But on my side of the tracks they are typically wild cats and they just poop all over my children's playground and make loud noises while mating in the flower beds out front... under my window... all night long!)
Rat = PEST! YUK! and NO THANKS! Not EVER!
Coffee = smells good! Though I am not a drinker of coffee, I sure love the smell. When I grocery shop at Sprouts I always take a long walk down the coffee bean isle for reasons of pure aromatic delight. And Mr. Mecham and I brew it in the mornings when we stay in fancy hotels.
Sea = Beautiful. It just is! I'm speaking of "the great deep" not the great lakes... However, I do think the great lakes are magnificent also. But if the "sea" is talking about the great deep than I have two words... but the Dalai Lama only asked for one 1) Beautiful (2) Powerful. I love it for both reasons. Years ago Mi Amore and I moved to Florida and lived only minutes from the Gulf of Mexico to the West and a short distance from the Atlantic on the East. I fell in love with those oceans. IN LOVE! And when I moved I vowed to take them with me... and so when I close my eyes and think really hard I can trick my brain into hearing that beautiful sound that those powerful waves make... and I run my toes through the powdery white sand... and I sometimes even dig for sea shells while the warm sun kisses my face... and if I try hard enough I can even smell that salty sea air. The Sea has an amazing hold on ones soul.
Dog (friend) was really how I felt about myself. Ha! You don't think? Just ask the rat!
Cat (nuisance) was actually how I felt about my spouse. HAHAHA! NEVER NOT EVER...
Rat (pest) was truly how I felt about my enemies. But how could that be if I am the dog?
Coffee (smells good) was how I felt about sex. - Which I do have a comment about... though I don't publicly discuss that topic on my blog very often ~ ever... I have always thought it would be cool to be Dr. Ruth for 5 minutes and I've often thought how one would describe such an event as sex in one word (or phrase). Now I know... It smells good! Dr. Ruth has nothing over me!!!
Sea (beautiful) was how I felt about my own life. ~ which is, in fact, pretty true. Life is beautiful. It is a statement of God's love for us every single day... and a constant reminder that our Creator is most generous and kind... and how is that not beautiful.... or powerful for that matter?!
Yellow- My mum (she and I share a favorite for that bright sunny color)
Orange- Coley Wooley (because he loves it with all his heart)
Red- my little McKay (has a red personality... spunky and determined... with a drive to win that is scary sometimes! But he hides it under shades of blue)
White- Bailey (she was a toe head... white hair as a toddler... and it looked so cute in piggies against her Florida tanned epidermis)
Green- Mr. Mecham (his eyes sometimes pull green hues that are super dreamy)
Yellow (mum) is someone I will never forget. Well dah! How the heck could I? The woman who gave me life...
Orange (Cole) is a true friend. Indeed he is. He tells me he loves me in record numbers each day. At least 30 X per hour... and never fails to thank me for something.
Red (McKay) is somebody I really love. Yep! That is true. I used to wonder how I could love somebody so much...
White (Bailey) is my twin soul. That Dalai lama is right! She does look exactly like I did as a child. And sometimes I think that the spit fire within her will cause me to explode! I try to blame it on her father but really I know that it is because she inherited that D.N.A. from her mother. Bless her heart. That same fire fuels her to get things done. Something that will take her far... and bless the lives of her children.
Green (Nate) is somebody I will remember the rest of my life. He is unforgettable... In every way! I thought I was in love a few times before him... but I've come to realize that he is my one and only truest love... I think we were were soul mates... and how does one ever forget that? I promise I will forever and ever remember my Nate.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Bailey won "most original" for her pipi long stockings costume.
Grandma Chrissy and Grandpa Konks have a Halloween party every year for the grands. It is the favorite party of the year for my trick-or-treaters! A real treat indeed...
and then we go trick-or-treating with our cousins...
with BIG smiles lasting all night!!!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
I'm sending well wishes and love and hoping the babopsy went well...
May Beavis be without teeth or a spinal cord.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Well... rough housing and wrestling tournaments with his elder brother escalated over the years. Though one thing has remained: Cole still leads with his head and falls on it often. In fact, just this past Thursday Cole and McKay played a little too rough. Cole karate kicked up his leg. McKay grabbed it and yanked. Cole's other foot came up and head went down.... And then something new happened here at the Mecham house: Mr. Cole started screaming loud from BIG pain! He held his head tight! He didn't feel so well... and as he puts it, "I got my first concussion". Which I hope is his last concussion, but I'm certainly not planning on that!
Friday we went to the Doc since Cole couldn't go to school. (weird... not wanting to go to school) He broke to us the news. "Cole as a slight concussion. Just watch him. If it gets worse we'll have to order a CT scan." And so we went home with a gigantic bottle of bubble gum liquid Advil and berry flavored Tylenol and watched movies for the rest of the afternoon.
But headaches haven't gone away. And sometimes they seem worse. But usually only after lots of play. However, the Doc wanted a CT scan on Cole today. So guess where we went... E.R.!!! woo hoo!! Best part: Cole is fine. So it turns out that we just wanted to pay for an E.R. visit, a CT scan and alarm everyone in the hood which we live.! Good times... Cole will be learning empathy for all of those who suffer with frequent headaches for a while... No fun! But we are counting our blessings that it wasn't a bad brain bruise and his symptoms are incredibly mild from where they could be.
And to celebrate such grand news we carved pumpkins and partied! (more on the tomorrow!)
~If eyes are looking good, there is no vomit, dizziness, loss of bowels, or ringing in ears it doesn't necessarily mean that there isn't a problem!!! (What?!)
~headaches can last up to several weeks or months
~Advil every 6 hours
~Tylenol every 4 hours
~Never take life for granted
~Not even hard heads are invincible
~running around like you are perfectly healthy and normal doesn't mean your concussion will go away... in fact, it makes the pain worse. So does continued wrestling with your brother.
~slight falls cause migraines when you have a concussion.
~you can take Cole down but it's pretty hard to take him out.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
I awoke this morning to two of my favorite boys on either side of me... McKay on the right and Cole on the left. My other favorite had already slipped out to work for the day. I knew it was going to be a good day. I peeped over at McKay who was cozy... still dreaming and then to Cole. He was looking at the ceiling fan twirl with a mighty big smile on his face and beams shooting out of his dancing eyes. If I had a super power to see inside his mind I am certain it would have viewed a party of ideas that circulated that creative mind. I knew he was planning something fantastic! I smiled and without missing a beat he said, "the only way I can get the tigers to stop is to let them shoot holes in me". I erupted into laughter... "Where did you hear that?", I squeaked out... "'Kelly's heros', mom... it is a goody", he whispered back. I knew it was going to be a great day!
But as the day went on, and as some days do, two little buddies sometimes find something to disagree on... this time McKay thought it was inappropriate that Cole slapped him on the back really hard. Go figure?! Cole was quite upset because he didn't mean to... "I just didn't know my own strength." And in a moment when I was determined to be stern as to pound into this child's head that we do not hit (except when we are defending ourselves which he surely was not) ~ and I even had stern intonations and serious eyes ~ Cole said, "Why don't you stop with the negative waves." To which turned my mad facial expression to one of trying not to laugh and my serious eyes began dancing even though I tried to make them so serious like... So I put my hand over my face to hide it... and peeking through my fingers I saw Coley staring at me with that same smile he had first thing this morning... while patting his naked belly. "Cut it out buddy! I'm trying to be mad right now!" I exclaimed. And without missing a beat he replied, "why don't you say something righteous and hopeful for a change." And so it was that I busted out laughing and told him to hurry along and stop hitting his brother.... or he was in big bad trouble... (because that is serious you know!) And he tripped off happy as a clam... and he took me serious because he and McKay played all day long together without one more disagreement. And now they slumber together at a camp out with papa.
And so it is that I'm thinking I should watch this "Kelly's Heros" movie that is so influential in my young son's vernacular. Maybe I could learn a line or two... I hope he wakes his papa up with one of his liners in the morning... It will be a great day!
You are but one young year old... You remind me of my journal.... (which you are). I make commitments to record my stories for future memoir... but I oft let the business of life take me captive. For these reasons, I have been neglectful. And also because I've been reading like a dog... "Jesus the Christ" (again... so good) and "The Great Apostasy" (again... so good) and "The Continuous Atonement". (boy howdy... All things pink was not kidding when she highly recommended that one... so good.) And since I'm on a pretty rocken' roll, I just bought "The Blessings of Abraham". I'm sure it will be so good.
I have been absent with my nose in a book or two or three... and also planting my garden. Tomatoes are up... Just harvested 2. Cucumbers are growing gangbusters. Lettuce is still alive. Mint. (what to do with mint? I planted it so I could say that I have mint in my garden. Don't know how to use it yet! I read that it repels some pests. I'm banking on it!) Pole beans are growing even though I planted them 4 days after the last recommended day. We will see... Peppers~ They have been in the ground for a while now... and they aren't dead but they aren't growing. Interesting. Italian Parsley is beautiful. (dear Lord, Thank you for that stuff... I love parsley. You are good to me. Love, Becky) Chives are still under ground... as in seeds haven't sprouted up yet. Neither have the onions. But I'm in LOVE with onions... and chives... so I know they will come up. The squash. I've dreamed of squash gardens.... and mine is growing. I planted sweet meat, zucchini, and Florette squash... and when it all gets rolling if there is still room, I'll plant acorn and spaghetti. Did I say, I love squash? I love squash in all its forms. (Fresh, of coarse!)
So where was I... Sorry about not blogging. If you were an infant child you would be dead from neglect. I would be incarcerated for abuse. And then my garden wouldn't be growing. You are, however, a space for me to deliver my thoughts... and I still have some. Stick with me....
Monday, September 14, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Bailey had a love-hate relationship with those tonsils. After all, they were a part of her body that the good Lord provided her to care for in this mortality. But she hated... I mean despised... those strep infections, sleep apnea and choking on her food because they got in her way. Dr. Mancuso actually recommended that this procedure be done years ago. Years! And though I can think of no pediatric docs that I trust and love more than that Doc Mancuso, we waited in hopes that she would grow into those beasts. I swear that as she grew, so did they! This time another favorite Doc (Davis... Oh so amazing and ever talented and sharply skilled... we so love him... you would too!) recommended that Mancuso take them out. So back to Mancuso we went and again, he invited us to take them out. And we partook! It took the dynamic duo of skilled docs to convince us, but we are absolutely certain that we won't be missing any more daddy/daughter outings because of sick tonsils!
So today I was kicken up dust and trippen' over myself to mash potatoes, pour clear liquids and open Popsicles. And that papa Nate, he couldn't get to the store fast enough to pick up pain killers, more juice, apple sauce and videos. Hallelujah... things are looking bright! Bailey Buns... Consider us "at your service"!
p.s. if I may put a plug in for Dr. Mancuso... Please meet the man. If your kids don't have ENT probs you might pretend that they do just so that you can meet him! When he took "the oath" he meant what he said... and I can't recommend a more professional, kind and intelligent individual than he is. He really broke the mold.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Recently I have been called names by those who like you, as if to make me feel insecure and speechless for not sharing their same ideas. Surely you have empathy for that, since you are called names every day. As for me, however, name calling and insulting fuels my fire. I hope my children will have the same passion for standing up in their beliefs as I do... and even more, it is my hope and prayer that they will have the freedom to do so. I don't wish to insult your intelligence by name calling because I see it pointless. Further, my parents instilled in me an image of divinity and dignity that I think is desecrated by name calling. Because of that, I assure you that if my opinion remains only mine than I am still willing to stand alone. I'm sure that you and I do share something in common; our determination to fight for what we believe... even in the face of those who call names.
However, I do passionately disagree with you on nearly every subject. Some of the HOT ones for me are addressed below.
These are only a small few of my issues with you. It has been noted already that I am "uneducated". And yes sir, I am most uneducated if that means that I don't agree with you. If instead of addressing issues you and your kind call names then it only furthers my thoughts that I am right! I choose to educate myself on the issues which I am most passionate about. I am comfortable admitting that my foundation and beliefs involve God, the Almighty. I educate myself upon his word frequently. Some may view it weak... but when the tempests rise, he doesn't seem too weak. I for one don't only believe your views are un-American (if you use the constitution as your guide) I also find you offensive to religion. I don't trust you. I believe that you lead secret combinations and have too much control allowing you to be most deceitful in a very crafty way. I sure hope that others wont fall into the trap of "studies show" and "scientists have proven" or "the educated believe" etc. and actually go to those studies and proven facts and educate themselves on what is happening with the change that you promised us.
Good day... Mr. Obama Sir,
Monday, August 31, 2009
Kindergarten started for you just weeks ago. And though you feel great anger within you that I didn't start you in all day Kindergarten it was only partly because of my selfishness to keep you home as long as possible... the other part of me just thinks that 5 years old is WAY too young to be gone from your mother all day. WAY WAY too young! I did it for your own good.
However, since that time you have asked me nearly 6 trillion times "is it time to leave for school yet?". You like to start the day out the same time as your siblings. I know that when we drop them off in the morning the look in your eyes, that want and yearning to leave your mother, is much greater than I ever anticipated... but its just not going to happen this year. So basically what I'm trying to say is, get over it already... K-den. And when we get home it is time for breakfast, not school! And 5 minutes after breakfast is over it is still not time to leave for school. And still, 5 min after that and 5 min after that and 5 min after that, it is still not time. You can count on 5 min after you eat your lunch that we will fill your water bottle, zip your back pack and head out the door. So don't worry. When I say "4 hours" that is a long time... Like enough time for you to eat 2 meals because you were hungry for them both which means there was digestion in between. So don't ask for breakfast and lunch 10 min apart thinking that it will get you to kindergarten one minute faster. So much to learn young one...
I have plenty to still teach you and I thoroughly enjoy your company. Please don't tell me one more time that, "if you really loved me you would have sent me to all day kindergarten". It makes me cry. Though I am thrilled that you and your sister share the same enthusiasm over public education, you should try to be a little more understanding that your mother definitely knows best... not your teacher. And further, she will never love you as much as I do. In addition to that, recess is over- rated and lunch at school comes from a package. And if you go to all day kindergarten then your water bottle gets hot and you have to drink out of those fountains that the water tastes like irrigation. Just ask McKay! He will tell you strait up... staying home as long as you can has its perks... He and I have daily discussions over home-school.
As this next week is on the horizon, I encourage you to come to an understanding that half day kindergarten is where it is at. Make some friends! Get their phone numbers AND their names and we will have morning recess at our house with them from 8-12 when you go to school. All is well, my young son.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Bailey was delighted! She loves school. She is determined that school is the greatest invention since sliced cheese. She plans on making a gajillion more friends and enjoying them after school since she now lives among her school mates! And even better, when she joins the world of Jr. High in the upcoming years she won't have to make all new friends again. Bless her for being so optimistic and joyful!
On another note, McKay was hoping for a natural disaster pushing back his blissful summers end. Anything would have been better than leaving his comfortable and happy living circumstances to associate with strangers. He thinks home school is a great idea! So for McKay we prayed for a miracle.
And God delivered.
I walked McKay to class and painfully watched him dry his eyes (for the ten trillionth time that morning) and answered his question for the billionth time ("how many hours is school?") And then I ducked behind a tree where nobody could see me hug him (CUZ that just isn't cool... even if you're crying because you don't want to leave your mom.) And then I promised that I would come eat lunch with him so that he wouldn't be a total loner. Then I left and returned At lunch time where we talked about how McKay hadn't even had a minute to meet one new friend and that he was definitely going to die if he had to stay for one more hour of school. Just as he was finishing up his turkey sandwich (made with googols of love) one of his long lost friends from his class last year (at the other school) appeared and said, "Oh hey McKay!" and McKay's face lit up like a Christmas tree on steroids, "Hi Ramone!" Those words never sounded so good... In fact, I think Ramone might have to go onto my list of favorite people now. And then Ramone said something so profound: "have you seen Darrin yet? He moved over here too." And my heart leaped and landed in the same spot as McKay's which visibly jumped out of his chest. He not only knew somebody, He had two friends from his other school which made him one mighty happy kid at recess. And after we left the lunch room I walked McKay over to the playground and as soon as he spotted those familiar boys from his 2nd grad class he waved good bye and sent me on my way to our quiet little home. And McKay felt like he belonged at that new school...
And so all the little ones are now in school... and I'm told that I will enjoy it. But all it makes me want to do is cry. Mum says I can take 3 days to mourn... and then I must get going. So I have one more day to heal my lonely heart. And then the enjoyment of my empty house for hours each day begins. But I will never, not ever, stop praying that those lucky teachers who have my wee ones for nearly 7 hours each day will enjoy them as much as I do.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
We planned this vacation to correspond with the Caveman Class of "89 twenty year reunion. The excitement of old friends and festivities which wrapped around that event did not let us down. Indeed, I met Mi Amore's first kiss. Bless her for being such a woman! If any other woman had to hold a piece of "firsts" in his heart I must be grateful it is her. She is darling! His high school sweet heart...whom I'm don't think I like yet. And all of the "Pea Greens" who he hung out with during those crazy years... the greatest group of friends a young lad could get in trouble with! What a delight to be associated with such a class!
The kids went bazurko with their cousins. They started off the vacation with sleep overs at the Damons and it just went up hill from there. Parades, lake trips, Aggie ice cream, cabin sleep overs in the mountains, cook outs, laughs, friends, more reunions, parties galore, pic nics in the park, shade and soft green luscious grass, Olympic park @ Park City, Grandma's magic water, late late nights, swimming, a ball game, temple square and holy shmoley... FIREWORKS that lit up the sky!! and more BBQ than one deserves in a life. It was incredible! Our hearts will never be the same. Those mountains seem more sacred and family is more endeared, if that is even possible.
The trip was not long enough. Nope... never is! There is always more to see, more people to hug and more memories to make. We plan on all of that! The most magical thing about UT isn't its ancient statues or pyramids, nor is it the cathedrals aging back to Paul. It isn't the attraction for the tropics or the great deep. It certainly isn't the origination of this lovely land we call home. But for us the monumental joy we find in being with family and friends is worth vacation time and savings spent. And when it comes to vote, it is always our "favorite vacation spot".
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Oh dear me! Another one bites the dust... literally... DUST all over her b b beak! Po Pamela. This meant that there are serious issues within the coop. So since I felt my mission to uncover the mystery of Buttercup's death failed, just a day before, I went to a higher resource... (Mr. Ellsworth~ who seems to know everything that there is to know because he has a book for every topic known to mankind which is the perfect companion to his photographic mind! And besides, on the off chance that he didn't know something, his wife does!) They brought over "The Chicken Health Handbook". Page 139 reads:
"Poisoning is not often a problem in chickens, especially where common sense is used in keeping the flock away from pesticides, herbicides, rodenticides, and antifreeze."
right! "common sense"! Since we pride ourselves in believing that we were at the front of the line during common sense handouts, this was a mighty blow! Guess we were wrong about that!
With our common sense we have thunk and thunk... this is what we came up with:
If you are a poultry farmer then you know that dusting the chickens for mites and lice is suggested. We, under NO circumstances, welcome mites or lice. So we dust our chickens religiously, every 6 months (needed or not) to prevent a true need! ew! But on Saturday when Mr. Mecham cleaned the coop and found that a beetle had set up camp in the laying boxes he opted to do the common sensible thing and dust the coop for those beetles. We feel strongly about keeping the chickens in the most clean and bug free nesting environment that we owners can offer! And so he dusted away... and then lay down fresh straw right over the top of that dust! And that was Saturday. And as ya'll know, Buttercup passed away unexpectedly on Sunday and then last night Lady Pamela joined her in chicken heaven. They ate those dusty bugs (like any chicken with common sense would do) with the pesticide all over them.
This is a big oops at the expense of many tears of one little 10 year old. Pamela was hers, you know. And I can't decide who feels worse about the whole ordeal, Bailey or Mr. Nate. Actually, I'm pretty sure that Bailey will get over it LOOOOOOOOOOONG before Mr. Mecham... who doesn't like to talk about it much. But he did scrub those chicken laying boxes something fierce! They sparkle... and FYI, nobodies chicken boxes sparkle!
And so today we are crossing our fingers that Bionce, Roadrunner, Boof, Shortcake and Streek are choosing a vegetarian diet... just in case anymore of those nasty beetles are still alive.
Here is our chicken obituary for Pamela:
Sweet Pamela... Not so smart but chased the baseball if it went past her (never mind that she thought it was a giant white bug with red lines on it.) She was generous in giving us food. Nearly every day! What a princess. Pamela was preceded in death by Brittney (who had been her sister hen her whole life... they were purchased the same day and raised together). We suspect that Britt passed away from the same tragic poisoning that Pam did... fowl play.... by a very common sensible owner who is choosing "no comment". Pamela also joins Oreo who committed suicide on Stapely road last summer and Eagle who was attacked by a dog during a free range moment in the Northern pasture at the same time. We believe chickens must die in twos. Who knew? Brittney and Pamela are survived by 5 lovely hens who could care less that they are gone... (More shade space in the coop now!) and 5 very common sensible owners who loved them very much. Rest in peace little lady. 'Till we meet...
Monday, July 13, 2009
The Heavens seem to be calling quite a few home...
The King of Pop, Farrah and now Princess Buttercup. I guess even in Heaven there needs to be poultry. Why not? But for us, it was a hugemungous shock! Buttercup was our "prized bird". She was healthy. She layed regularly. Her feathers were as healthy and shiny as a new penny! Just yesterday she played in the yard while we tilled her up some dirt to cool off in. But there was a mysterious moment when she came dashing across the yard yelping! We all just looked at each other. Well, today we found her face down. Very sad indeed. Bailey cried. Nate buried her under the boy's window. Very touching.
In an effort to figure out what might have gone wrong I searched the Internet doctor. It was quite astonishing what I found. Who would have thunk that "chicken death" was such a HOT topic? After all, don't we eat chicken more frequently than we consider them pets around these parts? I just thought I was strange for liking them more than my own brothers.
After typing in "chicken death" in google this is what I found...
I give you my favorites:
June 23, 2009
Such a tragic event happened today. “A date that will live in infamy”. Our first chicken died, it was poor California, such a sweet great little chicken. It died of natural causes underneath the hanging food bowl. These are the types of events that make you ask the Question,” are there chickens in heaven”?"
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Now my free advertising may never do this store justice! Honestly! But there is truly something for everyone here. The food tastes like food, it has the nutrition of food but it saves like food storage.
If you don't try it for the food storage or food usage, then try the store out for cool gadgets, storage buckets, generators, etc... I purchased a little surprise there for my mother-in-law! Can't wait for her to open it! She is going to be delighted! And next time I go, I think I'll pick me one up too!
Are you going yet?
Lindsey and William's Field! Or shop online if you are out of town and they will send it to you!
Friday, July 10, 2009
I wished we all could be Californians...