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done!

52,000 + words, and 2 days to spare. It's ugly; it's unfinished; it's definitely a very, very , VERY ROUGH draft, but it's DONE ! Third time must be the charm. And the saddest part? I still don't have a title.

crazy, crazy chickens

Our little ones have started laying. And they lay ALL OVER THE PLACE! It's insane!  So we sit IN the garage, on TOP of the brooder box, KNOCK OVER a feed bag, and then:  lay the egg inside the bag.   Not crazy enough? Then how about one in the middle of the yard? Or behind the bagged tent in the corner of the garage? Still not bizzrre enough? Okay, we'll hide one between the food bins and a wooden board. Sigh. Dear chickens, don't you know that's what the nesting boxes in your hen house is for?  

awesome

We came out of church one Wednesday night as the sun was setting, and this was the view we met. The sky was darker than normal because of the incoming storms, but this one set of clouds was lit up in the same way the moon reflects the sun. And the crazy thing? The moon wasn't anywhere near it. The sun was in the opposite direction, so it wasn't the sunset lighting up the clouds. It was cool and creepy at the same time. Job 5:8-10   New King James Version (NKJV) 8 “But as for me, I would seek God, And to God I would commit my cause— 9 Who does great things, and unsearchable, Marvelous things without number. 10 He gives rain on the earth, And sends waters on the fields.

quilting lecture

A few weekends ago (Aug 18) I joined a friend (Charlotte Shaw) in heading to Loving Stitches quilt shop in Fayetteville, NC.  I've been to this shop several times during the Carolina Quilt Stash Dash (you buy a passport and get coupons to all the quilt stores within half a day's driving distance, and for every store that stamps your passport during that week, your name is entered in a drawing. If your passport is full, you turn it in and get entered in a grandprize drawing. It's a fun way to pull money out of quilt fanatics.) but had never been during a normal day. I've always been impressed with this shop. It's practical, it's patriotic, the owners are Christians and make no bones about it, the store has a neat layout (though not fully accessible) and their class schedule always looks interesting. They offered a Saturday lecture on the use of quilts in the Underground Railroad, given by Hattie Schmidt, who is recognized by the Smithsonian as a quilt histori

break time

There have been SO many posts I've wanted to write this past week but simply haven't had the time. (I'm taking a 10 minute break). This upcoming week is the last week for Camp NaNoWriMo. A) I can't believe it. Where has this month gone? B) I can't believe it. I think I'm actually going to make the 50,000 word deadline for the first time EVER! C) I can't believe it. I may not be finished with the story when I hit 50,000 words. Who'd a thunk it? I've really enjoyed/appreciated the ability to do this during the month of August. I've tried November twice, and never come close (7,000 words the first year and 2,500 the 2nd year), so when they opened up the challenge for the summer, I was pumped. August is not a crazy month for us, unlike the winter months, and I was very careful not to plan too much on my calendar. I thought if I made it this far I would either be excited because I have a work in progress, or I would be devastated because I ha

a reminder

Some good things have been happening in my hometown lately: a news promotional piece highlighting the Auburn University students who have volunteered their summer, time and energy and made Cordova an engineering project. They've developed plans for downtown that incorporates flood plains, and they're also underwriting all the grant projects.  a manufacturer of playground equipment is donating some playground equipment similar to what they have at White Deer Park, since all their antique swingsets and broken down jungle gym was destroyed a group has taken on the Veteran's Memorial (which was only a few years old when the tornado hit it) and have raised about 1/4 of the money needed to replace it So I guess all of these activities has me thinking a lot about the tornadoes and the horrible changes my hometown has faced this last year and a half. There are plans to re-open the grocery store in a new location. It's now a matter of when and not if.  Last week when had s

childhood friends

Occasionally I will be startled to open the garage or porch door at night and see something move.  As a child, I thought frogs were the cutest things in the whole wide world. I played with them. I made them mud (Alabama red clay) houses with multiple rooms. I tried my best to convince my mother to let me have one in an aquarium. Kids in books had them. But it was to no avail. She never once agreed, and somewhere along the way I began to find them squeemish and unpleasant to hold. A friend of mine at Raindrops on Roses is doing a photography challenge. One of the items she was to photograph for the week was something outside. And the very night I read that I saw Mr. Froggy, and he didn't hop away. He even graciously waited for me to go inside and get the camera, photograph him a few times from the back, and then didn't move while I walked around Bobby's van to capture his front side. It's not often nature cooperates in such a wonderful way. And for the c

Look at me!

A few weeks ago I had to make the monthly trip to Agri-Supply to pick up chicken feed and bedding. It had been a very rough morning at the gym, so on the way I to the store I picked up a sweet tea from Mickey Ds. I pull into the parking lot (in front of the sign you see here) and EVERY SINGLE CAR or PERSON that drives/ walks by stops and STARES. I mean, totally giving the once over. It didn't matter the age of the farmer or the societal class, they stared. I'm starting to wonder if there's something weird in one of the grocery carts or has the extreme heat (it was mid 90's that day but felt much hotter) got everyone checking out my sweet tea when I finally realize what they are viewing as eye candy. The above junky car. Yep. EVERY single boy of EVERY single age was ogling it like they had just seen Daisy Duke from the Dukes of Hazzard for the first time ever.  Personally, I think it's a tad ugly, but as Mother always said, "Beauty is in the eye of the be

a Sunday surprise

Sunday afternoon we joined my husband's cousins for a birthday celebration and didn't get home until fairly late (for our schedule). I knew we didn't have a whole lot of time to gather eggs, tend the pup and get ourselves together to leave for church. I checked one set of nesting boxes while my husband checked another area of the hen house where the birds lay and told me there was an egg there. While gathering, I noticed the 2nd set of nesting boxes had been sat in, so asked him to check there while I gathered the eggs. He did; shut the door; and calmly informed there were no eggs but there was a snake. in the gap between the two sets of nesting boxes It either had devoured some eggs yesterday or has eaten some field mice recently. Too many odd-shaped lumps in its body! And see the green and blue eggs from two of our "teenagers". This was not the type of surprise I wanted on a Sunday evening, but I am thankful we were able to collect five eggs toda

quick recap of the week

I wish I had time to download pics and write out a report for each day, but at the moment, there's no time. So, here's a brief re-cap of the week: Camp NaNoWriMo ....I've actually written more this month than the previous 2 Novembers I tried the annual NaNoWriMo. Having said that, I am also woefully behind where I should be. It's hard, it taxes me, and it's forcing me to be very disciplined. I know that I will not be happy with my rough draft at the end of this month, and I am actually okay with that. In the back of my mind, I already know some of the things I want to edit/rewrite/cut but am really forcing myself to stay on task and simply meet the word count for now. Projects - The kitchen floor is now totally scrubbed with steel wool and (I hope) can be maintained with daily sweeping, spot mopping and weekly mopping. The pantry and the laundry room still need to be done, but they may have to wait a few more weeks before I start. The garden - I haven't for

pondering responsibility

I know I'm more than a little cynical about many things in life. But lately I've been hearing stories that make me wonder if I'm truly cynical or just realistic. In high school, my parents were not band groupies.  They got to see me perform in the band about three times a year. One was during marching band season. Parents of band members were required to work the concession stands twice a year (and they got in to the game free since they didn't actually get to see the game).  Always during one of those times, other band booster parents would graciously send my Mom out during one of the busiest times so she could see my sister and I perform. The remainder of the season, there was simply no money for them to attend a ballgame.  And our Christmas and spring concerts were free. :) Sometimes it bothered me a little that my parents couldn't be there, but I knew my parents cared. They would always ask how things went as soon as I got home and they made it a point to le

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