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14 Days and Counting

In 14 days there will be bells ringing! Yes, I do have bells for people to ring. I’ve been fretting over things, answering this person and that person’s questions. Mostly my mom and his mom. When someone asks if they can help with anything, I don’t know what to say. There is a lot to be done, but I don’t want to fret. My house needs to be cleaned, some paint applied, some weeds pulled. I don’t really think anyone wants to help with these things, do you?

As far as the wedding things go, I’m open. I want things simple. I’m not opting for the florist to deliver flowers, but to pick up a few boquets of flowers and scatter them about in a hap-hazard way, that doesn’t require a lot of thought.  Yeah, I know I’m crafty like that! lol! But really, my mom and her sisters are crafty and I hope that I can leave a lot of those things up to them.

I simply don’t want a lot of fuss. My house isn’t perfect, it is getting older and needs work. Do you think my guests will mind? Well if they do, they need not look. My decorating sense is not that of my sisters, or anyone else that I know. I have no decorating sense really. Are our wedding guest coming to see my house! GASP! I hope not!

Our intentions on having our wedding here at home, is so that we can share our home, our wedding, our family and our love.  There will not be an abundance of lamb chops and fish, or anything fancy to eat. There will not be a wedding cake….but cakes that are family favorites. Of course there will be a few things that are traditional, a few things that I want, but for the most part everything will be simple.

A simple wedding for a simple couple. In some ways this is simple, and others it is hard. I’m letting go of other people’s dreams to have my own. Some will find this amusing. I’m a pleaser to an extent. I’d love to please my mother by having an outlandish church wedding on a shoe string budget, but guess what? its not happening that way. We do have a shoe string budget, but it isn’t outlandish and isn’t a church wedding. I’ve rarely seen myself in a church wedding. I’ve always seen myself standing by an oak tree in my wedding gown. Right now that oak tree has a horsey tire swing and multiple ropes and brown ribbons hanging from its branches. I’m not sure that I’ll even remove those :D

By having simple decorations, and simple surroundings we hope to bring out the conversations that capture the spirit of our families. I want to see smiles and hear laughter. I want to see my kids playing chase, or jumping on the trampoline. We are opting for the two larger dogs to be away from the guests because they would love to jump on the tables and play, but the new puppy may get to stay for the fun.

I want to be pulled into conversations so that we don’t leave our loved ones too soon. I’d love to stay up until the sun greets us in the morning, but I know that we will be fast asleep from all of the excitement of the days before.

After a bit of a devotion tonight, I know that God doesn’t want me to worry over the details. He wants us to praise him in everything we do. That includes our weddings. If I were too busy that morning, putting all of the finishing touches on things, I know that I would be snappy to our wonderful children. God doesn’t want that, so I vow to keep that from happening. I vow to make this wedding simple and enjoyable for all of our family and friends.

Another day in Public School

I’ve not been happy having my kids in public school since day one. This morning takes the cake.

On Friday, my son came home with a bite mark on his wrist. I asked what was wrong and he told me the story. The other little boy wanted something that he had, and bit him. I don’t mean a pre-schooler. I mean the 10year old football prodigy in his 4th grade class.

My son is a screamer. If you tickle him, hold him down, thump him he screams and squeals. You can hear him all over the place.

I sent pictures of my childs arm, and the account of the inccident to the school by email Friday afternoon.

I received a reply. Of course I was called by the wrong last name. That ticks me off. My ex and I were never married, and the vice principal knows that. My name was at the bottom of my original email also. But past that I was told that my son never screamed, asked for help, and no other kids were involved (aka. pulled the biting kid off of my son)

If I bit you, would you scream? If you bit me, I’m gonna scream and more, especially if you are laying on top of me. I wouldn’t ask you to stop, you stop and things would be ok until my mother saw the mark on my arm nearly 4 hours later.

Where was the PE coach, I have no idea. Since my son didn’t scream, he didn’t know anything was going on. Hmmm…. Come to find out our school has a new vice principal…the PE coach. I never knew it, and I’m sure the rest of the parents in the school don’t know it…not all of them, not the majority.

The biting child also happens to be the grandson of a very important person on the School Staff, who’s office is within feet of the principal and vice principals’ offices. Hmm…

I’ve done homeschool before. I’m not convinced that I can handle all three of my kids every day for school, but I’m getting more and more convinced every day that it is my best option for the future. Please pray that I find an answer.

Grinch to Happy in 1 Daisy Scout flat

I’m a Girl Scout Leader this year. It’s my first year and Saturday we went on our first scout trip.  Scott came home on Friday night, and we had the Homecoming game at school. After working all day, driving 3 hours and part of the game he decided he’d better get some sleep. So on with the Benadryl. Saturday morning we had to leave relatively early for someone who took a sleeping aid. Scott didn’t wake up grouchy really but very groggy. I proceeded to call him the Grinch for the rest of the morning. Well that’s until a little Daisy scout took to him.

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The Daisy was scared to do everything. We wanted to take her picture in the corn, and she wouldn’t. So I offered to walk her behind the structure. This little Daisy had taken up with me on the Wednesday before and was such a wonderful helper, but I couldn’t convince her that she’d be safe behind the big corn. Well if you had X-Ray vision you could see Scott crouching behind the big corn structure so that he can’t be seen.  I don’t know what it is about big fellows and little girls, but they sure do work out well for one another.

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A little trip through the corn maze….

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And voila! Our evil plan worked! Ha! Ha! Ha!

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So next time you have a Grinch, find a frightened Daisy Scout! :)

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Orange Poppy Necklace GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!

LHS Homecoming 2009

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Homecoming 2009 Austin 2

Yep this is what we do around here at 5:30am!! GO BEARS!

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Eccentric

ec·cen·tric (k-sntrk, k-) n.

1. One that deviates markedly from an established norm, especially a person of odd or unconventional behavior.
If no other word describes me, eccentric does. I’ve never felt like I fit the cookie cutter of any one group. I’ve tried to be alot of things that I am not in my lifetime. Growing up in a small private school, nearly everyone was very conservative. I tried to fit in most of the time, but I could never pull off conservative like the others. I’d wear the traditional t-shirt and jeans but I’d pull it off with some really blood read lipstick. I’d wear my black derby hat with something outlandish that I borrowed from a cousin. I’d wear a crochet vest with a really dressy silk skirt. Once I wore a sweater in a pretty orange, with yellow and green trim with the most wild leggings you’ve ever seen in your life. I hate people staring at me in outfits like that.
Maybe in other places its ok to be different. Maybe everyone is different. Here I’m eccentric. I’m a little off from the center. I wear 130 dollar flip flops because they don’t hurt my feet, not because they are attractive. They aren’t that attractive. I use reusable grocery bags when no one else does. At the mention of them, my groceries are double and triple bagged in plastic.
I want a red leather sectional. Two actually. Just because I love anything that’s red and leather. I’m not a pet lover, yet I have a dog, 2 cats, 4 chickens and about a dozen cows right now. Nope I don’t like animals. I’d never addopt an animal, although all of my animals have been adopted except 1 chicken and the cows.
If I think of my animals I want to be a vegetarian. I’ve killed animals before as a sport. I like to shoot guns, and I”m good at it. I can’t hit anything if I think about it.
I’m a Christian, and I would love to be one of those youth leaders with Pink hair. If I had pink hair, I would really be called a phreak here. Yep I spelled that wrong on purpose.
I have champagne taste and a beer budget. Make that water. If I could have what I wanted, I’d have the latest in electronics, and everything would be ran by solar and wind power.
I hate tired veggies. You know the ones you find at the super market. I have a wonderful Farm and could grow most everything right here, but I hate being out in the heat. I’m great when the weather isn’t 90 degrees and up, but then I want to be inside.
I’m deathly afraid of the water, yet I’m most happy when I’m touching it.
I want my house filled with the latest electronics and antiques along with green products.
I find myself wanting to save the world, yet I know in my heart of hearts that God is coming soon so why bother?
I know that I’m going to heaven, although some of my life choices are not to his liking.
I love to give advice, but I rarely take my own to heart. My friends talk to me about things they wouldn’t tell anyone else. I tell them things too about myself. I feel ashamed for dumping on anyone, yet find it impossible not to do.
I love my children more than words can describe, yet sometimes I really want them out of my hair NOW! I’m so proud that they all believe in God. My kids make me proud daily, even if they bug the snot out of me.
There are only a few people in my life that I never want to see or hear from again. The others I still love although I never hear from them.
I have no one in my life that’s not related or Scott, that I feel like I can really let my hair down. The ones that I have in the past really burned me at some point, and will never get that privilege again. I have a few close friends online that are privy to my every thought, yet we’ve never met.
When I think of my life’s accomplishments I don’t see a lot, yet I want my legacy to be filled with love and joy. I’m always looking for approval and acceptance, and sometimes I ask for it on purpose because I need to hear it for me.
I write this because of many different reasons. I know today, that I didn’t fit in any group of people that I talked to, yet I am a part of all of them. I’ve never been the popular one, the one that’s been in trouble, the one that’s been asked to lead their children, nor the mother that everyone envies. I’ve never been the mom with the coolest car, or the one that came up with the coolest game, or the one that dressed appropriately for the task at hand. I’ll never be one of those cookie cutter people that knows just what to say, or what picture to hang where, or even when to keep my mouth shut.
I can only be me. I can have pink hair, and red leather flip flops to wear Christmas Day. I can drive the car that no one wants. I can raise my kids to be different than all of the others. I can wear nothing but skirts for a month. I can never get my hair cut, then all of a sudden cut 8 inches without a word. I can sleep with confidence that there’s a gun in my bathroom, bedroom and two in the laundry room. I will love that I know as much or more about some things than the average person, and that I can talk someone through their problems at the drop of a hat. I can be the mom that one kid’s class loves and the others really don’t care one bit. I can be the only mom that shows up to field day and rolls around in the grass with the kids while playing tug of war. I can even be the one that tells them to tackle the star football player, and the do it…and do it well! I can be the one that calls you out when you are wrong, and tiptoe around the fact that you hurt my feelings for months before I do it. I can be me.
I can be me. Myself. I.
I want this life to be simple. I want it to me my simple life. I want it to be a simple living blog that shows my simple life. My life isn’t always simple. Is anyones? It is my life. This blog is where I show me, like it or not. I”m eccentric. I know that I am. I’m quirky about things. Its ok. It’s only me.


13 things I love about Halloween



I know that I’m a Christian, but I love Halloween anyways. I have to think of things in a different light. I found a story once about the light from a Jack-o-lantern being like the Holy Spirit shining through the darkness, so yeah its not all bad, right?!

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Jack-O-Lantern

These are my favorite things about Halloween

  1. Carving Jack-O-Lanterns
  2. Roasting pumpkin seeds
  3. Dressing up
  4. Theatrical makeup
  5. Fake spider webs
  6. fake blood
  7. all of the spooky food!
  8. Trick-or-treating
  9. Trunk-or-treating
  10. Hay Rides
  11. CHOCOLATE!!
  12. Decorating Inside and Out
  13. Smiling, glowing, and funny faces of the kids I see :)

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Kayla and Dottie getting the mail Picnik style

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Today is the only day…

of the year that you can stand an egg on its end! Happy Fall everyone!

Happy Fall!

Happy Fall!

Thanks Scott for calling to remind me of this, I’ve never done it and the kids loved having a science experiement so early in the morning. I will say that 4 out of 5 eggs didn’t work! Is that strange or is it normal?

Music Calms the wild beast, and the sick

As I sit here today, my head is foggy, hurts and I’m starting to get body aches. I’m the last of our family to get the flu. My oldest was diagnosed with swine flu. The kids are better but the adults are not feeling as well.

As I sit here today Scott is playing Cannon in D on the piano. The sound of music is wafting through through my home setting the mood for a much calmer afternoon. I never realized how much I missed the sound of music in my home until last night. I used to play all the time, but eventually grew apart from my piano.

Scott of course isn’t a piano player, but plays guitar. At least that’s what he says anyway. He can’t play very smoothly yet, but with a little practice he is getting better by the day.  Its funny to watch him play, because he taught himself. He knows the notes better than I do, but his fingers look so awkward. Music encompasses most of his life.  No matter what is going on, there is music around him.

When we met I knew that he played rock music, and wasn’t into country. What I didn’t know however, was that he loves classical music also. To hear classical music in my house on a day like today is like having a wonder drug. It has calmed me more than any medicine. My headache has nearly lifted, and the tightness in my back is easing. His stress level has come down, and this has been a really rough week for him. Last night Kayla went to sleep while he played.

I usually have the television on or the radio, but having a piano or guitar being played, has made my house into a home.

Its 100 Days until Christmas, do you know where your list is?

Yep that’s right, only 100 days until Christmas! Can you believe it? I always thought that Christmas took forever to get here, as a kid. Now its like I blink and its here again. Dragging out that dang tree, putting up lights, wrapping presents and oh my the lists upon lists.

Vintage Tree Print
Vintage Tree Print

This year I’m wanting to implement a few new traditions for my family. I’ll be sharing those as we get a little closer to Christmas. If you have any traditions that are unique to your family, please let me know and I’d love to have you guest post.

I’m loving SpringPad for lists and things, and I’m sure you will too to clip things from the internet for Christmas presents and decorating ideas.

As for decorating, I want a new tree. Maybe more than one tree, because really I have room for them.  I want this year to be a great holiday for everyone, and not to reflect back to past years that went to heck in a handbasket.

This year I think I’d like to have a vintage Tree
, a traditional Tree
with handmade ornaments, and maybe a Feather Tree
. I hope to make a lot of things this year for decorations like using this embroidery transfer on some cute towels, and just have fun with everything. I think that if the house is a joyful place, then it will raise my spirits.

One thing that’s for sure, is that I’m in the planning stages already. I’m writing my lists and checking it twice, gonna find out who’s naughty or nice!

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