damn.

always time for tea.

so much tea. and super top secret test knitting with an affordable yarn i’d never used before but am 100% in love with.

i left the house. it’s a miracle.

roooooooots

it’s a beautiful day on the bay.

i tried to get a pic of W and she hid under a blanket.

rawr means i love you in dinosaur.

my NRA students gave me a sweet new hat yesterday.

started a new training program.

isn’t he dreamy?

right before she fled the house for plainwell ice cream with a pal.

trying to escape. her ride has arrived.

bubbles.

we’re so exciting.

can’t stop, won’t stop.

zen.

sweet dreams, chickens.

i know i said i’d keep better track of time this month, but evidently i lied.

dishes, abstracted.

it snowed and snowed and snowed.

little miss sunshine.

it smells like comfort.

i legitimately drank way too much tea today.

my boys.

it’s not like i had to drive anywhere.

much editing.

i was reading dinotrux with my sidekick, but he abandoned me.

random pile of weirdness.

i was reading a book too, but it was on my phone, so i couldn’t take a picture of that.

beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice

couch fight.

pork tamales. wish you were here.

blocking party. everything i shot today is so poorly lit. i suck at this.

spending some quality time with special agent fox mulder. (season 4)

it’s perpetually an epic battle of good vs evil in my soul. just kidding. i did not purposely coordinate my leggings with my shirt. i swear.

sweet dreams, chickens.

i’ve been super bad about keeping track of the hours when i’ve shot these last few months. i promise to do better in february. really.

you cannot start a day without tea.

here be monsters

i suppose the bathroom is as good a place as any to display your commemorative, if tattered, copy of the Declaration.

i love this crazy fireplace at the salon.

steadfastly refusing a haircut after insisting on a haircut.

he’s got the whole world in his hands. (you saw that coming, right?)

i needed some brownies. he loves to cook.

visit from memaw and pepaw.

photobomb success

failing to beat me.

using up some stash yarn on a hat, hit with some design inspiration.

two handed color work, chickens.

pissed at me cos i’m doing it wrong.

couple of miles on the treadmill with sam and dean winchester.

he was telling me what kind of picture to take. then he’d inspect the photo to make sure i got it right.

sigh

i did a lousy job keeping track of time today, so. yeah. this is the day. good morning.

my happy place.

W said OMG it’s so soft! i said alpacas make the best yarn.

moo!

i bought some ronald reagan socks. they were $11.95. the woman asked me ‘are you paying with cash or card?’ i said, ‘cash.’ she said, ‘we don’t have any nickels, would you mind paying $12.00?’ i just looked at her. i told her i had change. the Mister said, ‘you should have said, “i’m buying REAGAN socks, what do YOU think?”‘

here is a terrible photo of my hour long drive to pullman, mi, to meet my newest cousin, miss abigail lynn, born august 30.

one of my cousins said “gosh you forget how tiny they are.” i said, “forget?? my kids were NEVER this tiny.” and it’s true. i make big babies.

my bff, my surrogate sister, my aunt ali.

dorktastic.

i thought about stealing it, but i was reasonably certain my uncle would have noticed it was gone.

and here we are in lovely plainwell, the island city, on the hour drive home.

of course i had to get donuts when we were at the orchard today. duh.

these chickens think i have food for them.

we are almost out of toilet paper.

i’m gonna wash my face now. exciting!

passed. out.

7 a.m. ish – too early for a saturday, but it’s still projects day.

9 a.m. – missed an hour already. last minute project prep before we head out. so behind this year.

10 ish – car knitting while trying and failing to get some prints done for the poultry project binder.

11 to noon – Miss W goes from table to table with her projects where she has to answer questions. projects are evaluated on how well questions are answered, how the finished project looks, etc.

A level ribbons on all but two of her projects.

i’m reasonably certain he wanted to ride that cow.

moo

1 p.m. – adding some country club class to my unfrozen pizza lunch.

2 p.m. – read a book, drink some tea

3 p.m. – corral the elf king while chickens get selected for transport

toby will be headed to the fair as well. “barnyard pet”

4 p.m. – always the laundry

5 p.m. – i am for real too tired for the state of my living room right now.

6 p.m. – discussing the plan for to bathe the market birds.

7 p.m. – frogs

8 p.m. – these woods aren’t gonna haunt themselves.

bedtime.

8 a.m. – i tried really hard to stay in bed longer, but finally admitted defeat.

9 a.m. – nothing shall be done before i finish my tea. nothing!

10 a.m. – washing dishes

11 a.m. – my floor mopping helper. he vacuumed up the pile of dirt i swept up.

noon – your lunch is undoubtedly better than my lunch.

1 p.m. – “the market is not just a soulless economic mechanism; it is a spiritual phenomenon as well, without which there can be no personal freedom, at least in modern societies.” #preach

2 p.m. – time to stock up on explosives.

3 p.m. – have to finish painting the new chicken tractor.

4 p.m. – nothing better than playing in the fire pit.

5 p.m. – “it’s not my blood!” she said.

6 p.m. – i’m hungry and the burger king is still painting the chicken tractor.

7 p.m. – finally. dinner.

8 p.m. – i’m tired of cleaning up after people today.

9 p.m. – smoke grenades and sparklers.

9:30 p.m. – have i mentioned that i am completely over cleaning up after people?

10:30 p.m. – sweet dreams, chickens.

7 a.m. – i am awake entirely too early on a saturday

8 a.m. – fixin’ to do somethin’ about these hairs

9 a.m. – salon view

10 a.m. – it was kinda like this – i was listening to leonard cohen’s last album and getting all lost in his dreamy deep voice and i thought “you’re so right, leonard honey, i do want it darker!” and so it is.

11 a.m. – i love this patio so much. especially when it’s clean.

noon – i just cleaned this shit up like 15 minutes ago, not even kidding.

1 p.m. – squeezed in precisely one row on my season one stole before family started to arrive.

2 p.m. – grandpa’s here!

3 p.m. – visitin’

4 p.m. – fooooooooooood

5 p.m. – it’s johnnie walker black, not gentleman jack.

6 – 8? p.m. – home, home on the range.

9 p.m. – i’m sooooooo tired, you guys.

10 p.m. – these children of mine never sleep. never.

11 ish p.m. – sleep and all the migraine meds ever.