Life in the barn was very good…
Hold on to your hats! It’s not who you think.
Miss Sunshine decided to wear pink to church. Her sister decided on her standard fare anymore and wore blue jeans.
And before you think it’s too funny…
Miss Sunshine reverted back to type quickly.
I was rushing to get dinner cooked and trying to think of a side dish while talking to a friend of mine on the phone. She commented that she was making tortillas for dinner. Aha! thought I. I had some tortilla mix that I had bought awhile back at a store but hadn’t made any yet because there were not instructions (it was a bulk item) as to how much water to put in. I decided to just start adding some until it seemed the right consistency. I was feeling a bit stressed as The Girls crowded into the kitchen telling me vitally important stuff. Pixie asked to help.
No, I’m in a hurry.
She pulled up a chair to watch me anyway. You know, a little girl on a chair can sure impede the traffic flow but I held my tongue and tried to keep moving. She watched me take a bit of dough, put a bit of flour on the tortilla press, push down on the lever and peel off the tortilla before throwing it into a pan to cook. She asked if she could push down on it.
Oh, all right! I reluctantly said. But hurry!
She did that fine and we put the tortilla on the skillet. I rolled another ball and put it in the press then went off to tend something else. She pressed it.
Then peeled it off. I rolled the dough into the right sized balls for her and she took over. She put flour on the press, put in the ball of dough, pressed it and peeled it off.
I felt bad for being grumpy. Pixie ended up being a big help and was pleased that she was able to make the tortillas for dinner. They may not have been perfectly round, I wasn’t getting them that way either, but they tasted good.
We’ll have to make more sometime.
Once in awhile we get wild and crazy around here. It’s just who we are.
One day, we wandered around a Big City trying desperately to spend money and stimulate the economy but finding blockades at every turn; in desperation we turned to the home improvement box store knowing in our hearts that was the place to accomplish our mission. We emerged victorious! We were the proud owners of a new kitchen faucet.
The old:
The place to push to make it spray was falling apart plus it wouldn’t pull out anymore because the hose part was broken.
The new:
It’s lovely. It’s really tall, which causes a little bit of splashing but it’s nice for getting things under it. It has a button to stop the flow of water which is nice for filling things not directly in the sink. The end can pull out and spray. On the left is a soap dispenser. So far, I really like it.
It’s a new show! Catch it right here! Here is a sneak preview of the new sport- Extreme Hairstyles!!!!
First you brush the hair.
Notice the Hairstylist already has her hair in an Extreme Style.
Then the clips are put in.
And even MORE clips! How far will she go? How many clips can one head hold?
The finished Extreme Style.
Side view, to get the full effect.
Then the Extreme Hairstylist can rejoice in her creation.
And that ends another sneak preview of the exciting new show Extreme Hairstyles! Tune in next time to see even more wild and crazy styles!
Ages ago, when The Boy began to lose his teeth fast and furious, just like they came in, there was a problem. The old ones would not fall out before then new ones came in. The new ones would come in behind the old tooth. Here is an example:
Then he stopped loosing teeth. And we waited for Pixie to start the process.
And we waited.
That picture was taken in March 2007, before The Boy was 7, and was some of the last teeth to come out. Pixie was over 6 and no teeth were wiggling.
She went in to have her teeth cleaned and the hygienist noticed tooth ridges coming up behind a tooth. We encouraged her to wiggle the tooth in front but often it was forgotten. The tooth behind was coming in fast.
Her Father was getting ready to work on it some one evening not too long after this photo was taken when she came running out to tell us that her tooth had come out! She was very excited and we were all glad.
It must be a genetic thing. From The Col. Panic’s side of the family. We’ll see how the rest fall out.
They are ferocious!
They crept into our yard and took over the tree. They are mean, vicious and terribly….terribly….
pink.
They came in, terrorized us and just as mysteriously, left.
I hope they don’t find their way to your trees.
Note: This is a guest post by The Boy.
I built my dam off of the creek hoping to reduce the risk of flooding by taking water off the creek. I was trying to make a ditch to take the water from the creek since I had to get water into the dam I had to shovel water from the creek with the shovel. Which is no fun especially when you have dirt separating the mini reservoir from the creek.
I wasn’t very successful because the creek dried up right after I built it.
The board helped a little to keep the dirt from washing away.
I thought this looked like it was under water.
Self portrait of the author.
Usage:
“Us girls don’t like that!”
“Us girls want to go there.”
A united front of girls.
You will need to click to enlarge the thumbnail to see that the Farmer is wearing her brother’s boots. We found the hats at a thrift store and they’ve been wearing them ever since.
“Well, gee, Miss Pixie, think it might rain?”
Miss Pixie
Farmer Sunshine holding Baby Jonathan.
