Archive for January, 2010

Lots Going on at the Ranch

Well I’m taking a minute out to write because my shelf’s are being installed on my side today, have to be away from my desk. So I thought I’d tell you what’s been happening here around the ranch, or farm.

We survived our first really bad storm the other night. The wind was incredible, took the siding right off the back side of the house, all the way up the chimney. Then neatly stacked it up, no kidding. Saves us the work of doing it this summer. Also, it has lovely clapboard underneath. Could feel the room sorta moving, as the chimney I thought must be swaying. It’s a huge chimney, two story, its one of the two that flank the 1910 portion of the house. It did break out the storm window in our bedroom at 3:30 am, needless to say we didn’t sleep much. Kept thinking about what my Dad would say, “a tornado sounds like a freight train coming”, I kept thinking, does that sound like a commuter train, or a freight train, or maybe a touch of a Chicgo EL train? Anyway, no tornado warnings, Greg got up looked all over the internet, so we just tried to lay there. But when we got up I looked and turns out there was a tornado in Goldsboro, which is about 13 miles, West of us, OMG!

Paint is Happiness, and doing a lot of it:
The kitchen has gotten a beautiful color, sorta a yellow green. It was blue, and the ceiling still is, but it looks good, we’re considering painting the ceiling the same color but just a freshen up. Everything in the house was either blue or peach, kinda makes you want to urp.

The one parlor on the north side of the house we did in a color called Smoked Oyster . For numerous reasons, as this is Greg’s parlor and he loves oysters so we thought what a great color and great name. And let me tell you it is a great color. It’s warm and sophisticated, and very gentleman like.

Went to real country auction:

Friends from down the road took us to an auction in a barn Saturday night. Kinda fun you sit in old wooden movie theater seats, all with miss matched cushions on them. They auctioned homemade peanut brittle, as the first thing and everyone snapped it up, sorry I did not buy two bags. It was airy like sponge candy, but the peanuts were roasted, it was great!

Then the fun began, imagine the way a true auctioneer calls an auction, then add a heavy southern accent and the man had to be in his 80’s who was calling it. Took an hour just for my ears to keep up with him. Then we started bidding, but most of the time were out bid buy what I learned later were antique dealers. I did snag a couple of fun things. Like 4 vintage flower frogs, a pair of george and martha mini pictures.

Do you know what this is? I did the minute I saw it, but no one else must have, because I took it for a steal. A pop up picnic table! It’s as cute as can been. I’m taking it on a picnic as soon as I can.

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No squirrels, no rabbits, but birds by the thousand, Ok maybe an Owl.


You would think we were doing a remake of Hitchcock’s “The Birds” here and holding auditions. We are surrounded each day with hordes of black birds. They love what is all left in the peanut fields. It kinda adds life to the place, they are either in the trees or flying between the fields, the cars going down the road honk to make them move. Our pug dogs chase them, and Gigi the little black one jumps up like she will fly away with them. After all she is the right color, lol.

We have been enjoying lots of movies as of late, we have been streaming them via Netflix on-line to the tv, it is really cool not to have to go to the store and get a DVD or even wait for it to come in the mail any more. So with all the birds in mind, we let our 13 year old daughter watch the Hitchcock, sci-fi thriller. But I told her to cover her eye’s during the scene when the farmer was found, it is just too gory of an image. If you haven’t seen it in a while, sit down and take a watch, it’s such a classic. And you don’t have to sit there and say “do you think that part was CGI?”

Got to love Tippi !

Here is the newest bird in my life. My daughter say “she’s so cute”, should I tell her it’s a Boy?

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