Skip to main content

Christmas Card 2012

Just in case you missed it (and there's a pretty good chance you did because I only sent out Christmas cards to people I had easy access to their addresses - a.k.a. - last year's Christmas cards), consider yourself included in receiving my Christmas card!

TaDAH!
Incidentally, Scott's head still hurts a lot. Alyssa was offered at least one full ride scholarship to one college. Also, no segue whatsoever but I saw my friend that got chickens the same time I did and asked her, "What are you doing with your anxiety disorder? Umm. I mean, your chickens?" I did a quick save, though. Or maybe dug a little deeper. I concluded aloud that, when given the option of therapy or getting chickens, therapy is cheaper.

That said, I'd get the ladies if given the choice all over again. We're nearly at the tipping point of evening out the cost of the two choices. Gathering eggs is like having Christmas all year long. It never gets old nor ceases to surprise and amaze me when I open the little door at the back of the coop to find eggs. 

Before you judge me I want you to remember that my eccentricity would be considered darling 20 years ago. 

I choose that I'm darling.

And a Happy New Year.



Comments

  1. myshelomitashopDecember 27, 2012 at 2:59 AM

    You are a darling indeed! I just found your blog through Mama's prompt and I can tell you are :)

    www.cutecoconut.com

    ReplyDelete
  2. Mary JohnsonDecember 27, 2012 at 4:49 AM

    I love how you did your family update and chickens are darling!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Heather LambieDecember 27, 2012 at 7:15 AM

    Found you through MamaKats. While I don't have chickens, I have three friends who do, and I just don't get it--we live in the suburbs, not on a ranch! I am actually chicken-sitting 4 hens at the moment while my friend is away on vacay. I am not a bird person, so she'll be lucky if they don't get curried while she's gone (kidding!).

    I, myself, am a goat lady. Loves me some goats. Would adopt a goat in a new york minute. That said, goats don't lay eggs, just lots of turds. So in that respect, Chickens: 1; Goats: 0.

    ReplyDelete
  4. KimDecember 27, 2012 at 8:41 AM

    Oh, how the kids have grown! What a lovely bunch of non-feathered chicks you have!

    And I'm sure the ladies are gorgeous too!

    ReplyDelete
  5. AndreaDecember 27, 2012 at 9:33 AM

    Eccentricities, or the idea of them is what keeps me convinced I'm still somewhat sane. If that makes any sense at all.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Dumb MomDecember 27, 2012 at 9:59 AM

    I wish we could get chickens. Our HOA would lay an egg though:). Love the card! And, full scholarships are awesome. Headaches, not so much.:(

    ReplyDelete
  7. GinaDecember 27, 2012 at 10:09 PM

    My chickens have made it onto our Christmas cards. The term "Mad chicken lady" has been mentioned a few times. I just shrug and tell them there are crazier people than me in this world... and then direct them here!!!

    Happy Christmas to my favourite mad chicken lady friend! xo

    ReplyDelete
  8. marcialanae82December 31, 2012 at 3:48 AM

    I am loving all of the different ideas I can use for my own Christmas card next year that I am finding through Mama Kat's. Love your short but sweet updates!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Most Dreaded Words

 Everybody knows that Christmas is about keeping the Santa Secret and pleasing your children. Therefore, the most dreaded words are uttered on Christmas Eve. "I changed my mind, I want a [pony, scooter, bike, Red Rider BB gun]" A close second place winner is, "Can I have a New Year's Eve party?" Then, "Me, too?"
Post a Comment
Read more

Too Sick to be Sick

I am sick.  Really and truly sick.  I even took a sick day and felt no guilt whatsoever that maybe I wasn't sick enough to have a "sick day."  Because I am.  My 5 year old was sick, too so I took him to the doctor.  I refuse to acknowledge that I'm sick because I don't get sick.  So with absolute glee, my little boy climbed up onto the table, stuck out his tongue and conversed with the doctor.  I heard something about cloudy ears and antibiotics and then I just turned it off. It hurts when sound reaches my eardrums. We drove back home, I turned on the television, brought in the dog, and let the babysitting begin.  I crawled back into bed and swam somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness.  The kids came home from school.  I might have acknowledged them.  I made chicken noodle soup from scratch.  I couldn't even think.  My husband caught me in a sway and asked what he could do.  I grunted some terse instructi...
6 comments
Read more

What We Eat

Check out the good looking crew.  Just to clarify.  I'm the pretty one. There's a little mountain resort in Northern Utah that is invaded every July by this group of people. We are an intimidating bunch. 5 years ago my brother brought his Nepalese bride to the United States.  She lived in a country where she had no expectation to ever drive a car.  She bought her food daily from the market and ate it.  She taught English, although her accent was so strong when she arrived I questioned her grasp of the language.  We tried to be friendly and accepting.  We ended up scaring the daylights out of her. She thought we were crazy.  Her words, not mine. Although I think she tolerated me a little better than the others because I had the brand new fair-haired baby that she continued to steal.  She wanted a blond haired, blue eyed baby and wondered what her chances were now that she married an American. We take turns cooking for the family dinners. ...
6 comments
Read more