Still learning all of lifes lessions, one day at a time.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
It is easy to take liberty for granted, when you have never had it taken from you. ~Author unknown
All day I have been muling over what Veterans day means to me. Aside for being very grateful for my remaining freedoms, I kept coming back in my mind to certain things. To current events, and of how many of us have come to the point of being afraid of our government. I think it was Thomas Jefferson who once said that "a government big enough to give you everything, is big enough to take it away", it seems we have forgotten that. Becoming complacent and overly trusting of our elected officials to take into account the will of the people.
I had once wanted to join the Air Force. I love airplanes, and who has the biggest and best planes? That's right, the US Air force! Life being what it was, and me being the young wild child I was, I ended up meeting my husband and almost immediately thereafter becoming pregnant. ( don't judge!)
Fast forward 10 years and 5 kids later...and here I am.
Older, somewhat wiser and more ready then ever to join the Air force...what's stopping me? Hmmm. Fear of being sent over seas to defend a foreign country? Maby. Fear of being bound to follow orders my ethics might not allow, definitely.
I believe the shit-ith will hit-ith soon, and God help anyone who tries to hurt or intimidate my family, beause I will defend to the end.
If our troops were to return to the USA imagine how many of them we would have home, to defend their land and their family. I guess wars ain't what they once were though, so my romantic notion is just that.
Now a days with a push of a button or two, total ultimate irreversible world chaos could ensue. Or hell, we could just collapse the dollar. Ha ha, O wait...too late.
Thank you Veterans for risking your life and limb for liberty, and to some for paying the ultimate price. I am sure you realize more then most, the price of freedom. So THANK YOU today and everyday.
~ Lilhousemama :) peace out *Please forgive, my scattered mind skips around alot...
I had once wanted to join the Air Force. I love airplanes, and who has the biggest and best planes? That's right, the US Air force! Life being what it was, and me being the young wild child I was, I ended up meeting my husband and almost immediately thereafter becoming pregnant. ( don't judge!)
Fast forward 10 years and 5 kids later...and here I am.
Older, somewhat wiser and more ready then ever to join the Air force...what's stopping me? Hmmm. Fear of being sent over seas to defend a foreign country? Maby. Fear of being bound to follow orders my ethics might not allow, definitely.
I believe the shit-ith will hit-ith soon, and God help anyone who tries to hurt or intimidate my family, beause I will defend to the end.
If our troops were to return to the USA imagine how many of them we would have home, to defend their land and their family. I guess wars ain't what they once were though, so my romantic notion is just that.
Now a days with a push of a button or two, total ultimate irreversible world chaos could ensue. Or hell, we could just collapse the dollar. Ha ha, O wait...too late.
Thank you Veterans for risking your life and limb for liberty, and to some for paying the ultimate price. I am sure you realize more then most, the price of freedom. So THANK YOU today and everyday.
~ Lilhousemama :) peace out *Please forgive, my scattered mind skips around alot...
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
You killed my dog...
So far a pretty uneventful morning, knock on wood.
Yesterday on the way home from putting Duke down, my middle child(who is 4) suddenly exclamed "Where's Duke??" ~ Nevermind that I had been preparing her for the loss for roughly a week, and that she knew we were takind Duke to Grandma's work to help him go to heaven.UGH.
So I reinterated that he was no longer in pain, that he had been sick and we helped him go to heaven. Her face fell immediatly and she screamed "You killed MY DOG". Shit. Apparently even though we had only had Duke for about a month, and she dosen't even usually like dogs, she had formed more of an attatchment to him then I had imagined.
All the way home, in my nice calm mommy voice, I tried to help her understand, as she peppered me with questions of a "who did it" nature. Then she tells me she hates Grandma's work. This from a girl who was so happy a miniute ago because she had gotten to shred paper for like 20 miniutes to keep her entertained until the deed was done.
I got a hug before she went to bed, so hopefully things are cool. I still feel like crap that my daughter thinks I killed her dog. My husband suggested getting her another for Christmas, but too many good dogs have come and gone this this year. Not sure I can handle loosing another.
Spoke too soon on the uneventul morning front... My naked son ( 2 1/2 yrs old, just out of the bath),just chased a flock of Turkeys out of my front yard. Apparently my neighbor had chased them away from our hay and out of our wide open garage.
Actually this is pretty normal for our house...
Here is a list of things that have wandered down our drive way in the three years we have lived here:
2 very large and ready to be milked cows, a family of geese, peacocks are a regular, dogs ( not so abnoimal), and now a flock of turkeys. Here's hoping that is the most eventful thing of the day!
Yesterday on the way home from putting Duke down, my middle child(who is 4) suddenly exclamed "Where's Duke??" ~ Nevermind that I had been preparing her for the loss for roughly a week, and that she knew we were takind Duke to Grandma's work to help him go to heaven.UGH.
So I reinterated that he was no longer in pain, that he had been sick and we helped him go to heaven. Her face fell immediatly and she screamed "You killed MY DOG". Shit. Apparently even though we had only had Duke for about a month, and she dosen't even usually like dogs, she had formed more of an attatchment to him then I had imagined.
All the way home, in my nice calm mommy voice, I tried to help her understand, as she peppered me with questions of a "who did it" nature. Then she tells me she hates Grandma's work. This from a girl who was so happy a miniute ago because she had gotten to shred paper for like 20 miniutes to keep her entertained until the deed was done.
I got a hug before she went to bed, so hopefully things are cool. I still feel like crap that my daughter thinks I killed her dog. My husband suggested getting her another for Christmas, but too many good dogs have come and gone this this year. Not sure I can handle loosing another.
Spoke too soon on the uneventul morning front... My naked son ( 2 1/2 yrs old, just out of the bath),just chased a flock of Turkeys out of my front yard. Apparently my neighbor had chased them away from our hay and out of our wide open garage.
Actually this is pretty normal for our house...
Here is a list of things that have wandered down our drive way in the three years we have lived here:
2 very large and ready to be milked cows, a family of geese, peacocks are a regular, dogs ( not so abnoimal), and now a flock of turkeys. Here's hoping that is the most eventful thing of the day!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
the deed is done.
R.I.P. Duke.
Never easy. Still feel like a zombie. Came home popped a few excederine and currently drinking a margarita, with plans for another when I am through.
Never easy. Still feel like a zombie. Came home popped a few excederine and currently drinking a margarita, with plans for another when I am through.
another interesting morning...
Yesterday morning I happened upon an obviously poised and sick mouse, hanging out contentedly near my bedroom door. Thinking I had to do SOMETHING but having no idea what that SOMETHING might be, I caught it in between a tupperwear bowl and a paper plate. Due to all of the uncontrollable screaming that kept coming out my mouth, the kids had been alerted to the situation, and proceded to crowd around.
My oldest, Jared playing the part of the brave older child took the mouse filled Tupperware into the bathroom and flushed the toilet, but as luck would have it, he evidently had dropped the mouse in one second too soon, and instead of being wisked away like a TV mouse it continued to swim like hell against the current. We stood around the toilet too horrified and hysterical,to know what to do next and just hoping the damn thing would go down the pipe.
No such luck. It continued to alternate between swimming and bucking frantically for its life, and as my son was still nearest to the toilet and obviously as impatient and eager to get rid of this little nuisence as I was, he continued to flush and flush not letting the tank fill completely so as to get a good bit of water traveling fast enough to finish the job. And eventually, as though in slow motion my family watched it drowned. Still it would not go down. This was not a big mouse. It was a baby mouse. Stubborn ole thing, finally went down after a hysterical 5 miniutes start to finish. And now if you will excuse me, I think I will go and scrub my toilet., or I may never be able too pee again.
Putting another dog to sleep today. Preparing for a mentally exhausting array of emotions, yet again. We have had to do this too many times over the last few years. Our home has become a sort of doggie convelecent home, I really need to learn to say no. It is so hard to see them suffer, not to mention how hard on the kids it must be, to lose one dog after another. I cannot do this again. Besides our pasture is turning into a pet cemetery of sorts.
In other news we had another interesting morning this morning…
On the way out to feed the goats , I discovered that one of our missing, turned wild roosters had fallen and gotten his leg stuck in our gate. I debated shooting him on the spot and decided that I couldn’t shoot a trapped animal ( even if it did spend all Fall eating our tomatoes.)
So instead I covered its head and proceded to wrangle its leg from the gate. It is mangled beyond repair, and the poor thing probably wishes I had shot him. He is laying oddly in a dog kennel until I decide what to do with him next.
My oldest, Jared playing the part of the brave older child took the mouse filled Tupperware into the bathroom and flushed the toilet, but as luck would have it, he evidently had dropped the mouse in one second too soon, and instead of being wisked away like a TV mouse it continued to swim like hell against the current. We stood around the toilet too horrified and hysterical,to know what to do next and just hoping the damn thing would go down the pipe.
No such luck. It continued to alternate between swimming and bucking frantically for its life, and as my son was still nearest to the toilet and obviously as impatient and eager to get rid of this little nuisence as I was, he continued to flush and flush not letting the tank fill completely so as to get a good bit of water traveling fast enough to finish the job. And eventually, as though in slow motion my family watched it drowned. Still it would not go down. This was not a big mouse. It was a baby mouse. Stubborn ole thing, finally went down after a hysterical 5 miniutes start to finish. And now if you will excuse me, I think I will go and scrub my toilet., or I may never be able too pee again.
Putting another dog to sleep today. Preparing for a mentally exhausting array of emotions, yet again. We have had to do this too many times over the last few years. Our home has become a sort of doggie convelecent home, I really need to learn to say no. It is so hard to see them suffer, not to mention how hard on the kids it must be, to lose one dog after another. I cannot do this again. Besides our pasture is turning into a pet cemetery of sorts.
In other news we had another interesting morning this morning…
On the way out to feed the goats , I discovered that one of our missing, turned wild roosters had fallen and gotten his leg stuck in our gate. I debated shooting him on the spot and decided that I couldn’t shoot a trapped animal ( even if it did spend all Fall eating our tomatoes.)
So instead I covered its head and proceded to wrangle its leg from the gate. It is mangled beyond repair, and the poor thing probably wishes I had shot him. He is laying oddly in a dog kennel until I decide what to do with him next.
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