Usually Saturday rolls around and I’m overwhelmed with this gigunda stream of photos I’ve been taking of all my random moments and big (and small) adventures. This week, not so much. I’ve painted stuff in my house, moved furniture, set up the house for showings on two days (with 3 kids in it and two dogs – this is where you tell me I deserve some type of award and I humbly deny that while actually thinking you’re totally right on about that), learned to operate a garden tiller, obsessed over various breeds of fancy chickens and contemplated purchasing a pair of Muck Boots (my closet full of impractical-yet-adorable heels groaned with disbelief)…. And I took almost zero photos.
My friend Beth usually joins up with me on these Saturdays, and she is the computer-savvy one of the pair, and she’s on a fab missions trip to Guatemala right now. So I need to apologize right now for not having been able figure out the “linky,” however, I will offer you that if you want to link up, just send me your post link, and I’ll add it here for everyone, ok?
Come by to visit my new blogging friend Sarah Knepper, who writes at Redemption Diaries. She’s joining up this week! I love her humor, candor (and aversion to adrenalin-causing activities – I’m right there with you, girl. And of course, we are married to adrenaline loving husbands. God is a funny one.) Sarah is also my chicken owning mentor (surprise, Sarah – hope that’s ok with you!). She writes about her own chick-raising fabulousness in her blog. You so will love it.
My Week in Photos:
We’ve been tractor shopping. This following picture is not, apparently, of a “tractor” but of a riding mower. I did not realize there was a distinction. These are the things I’m learning as we prepare to move to our farmhouse. Please don’t judge me for getting the country song, “She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy” stuck in my head EVERY SINGLE TIME we start talking about tractors. I don’t even like that song, people. But it’s just stuck. In my head. (This amuses-slash-horrifies my teenagers. And also they think it would be hysterical to take video clips in secret of my hubby riding the tractor he will soon find and be riding, and then set these clips to music with that song…. it may actually be really a hoot. ”Hoot” is a word my mother uses that I have now added to my vocabulary. I am turning into my mother. I could do a lot worse….) Here is Sage on a non-tractor, and she’s not allowed to have anything sexy, tractor or otherwise until she’s 70 years old and married.
Besides being a fabulous lawn equipment shopper, Sage is awesome-sauce at the mortgage office. If you live in Maine and need a mortgage banker to use, get in touch with Chris Montemurro. Look how happy Sagie felt while meeting with him about our paperwork. Seriously, who is THIS happy at the mortgage office?!
My aunt spent the day with Sage Wednesday so I could do a bunch of stuff, and she bought her this shirt among other things. Sage wore it for three days. She also spent time as “The Fixer Fairy,” which I should have photographed. She was running around in a fairy suit with a Thomas the Train tool box. She’s a lot me and a lot her dad.
Today I used the tiller. I was very offended by the warning printed clearly on the machine that women are not to use it. Until my husband pointed out that it’s a machine FOR primarily women (hence the woman in the illustration) and that it was actually indicating that users of this machine should not attempt to till their own feet. Ok, whatever… Who tills their own feet? Honestly.
I am ALMOST (but not quite) woman enough to actually use the tiller for more than 18 seconds at a time. Therefore……This is my worm-loving kid.
I’ll try to have a less chore-focused week next week, so we can enjoy something non-housework-related together! What have you been up to this week? Remember that if you want to share the blog hop, let me know the link, and next week, we will have Beth back and she’ll work her magic with the actual real Linky-thing. (She will have an awesome week to share! I can’t wait.)