So the saga of the country critters continues. We had a skunk under the house and thought it had moved on but kept hearing noices under the house at night. So now what? who wants to go under the house to check it out? Not us. So we just let it go for several nights. then we thought it was the cat, hunting under the back porch. Still noices at night.
then we had trouble with the satelight and had them come out to check it out. when they pulled the cable from the dish concection in the house to the outside, they found the wires chewed almost in to. Shesh, now what?
Since we hadn't smelled anything for awhile, we were hopeing the skunk was gone but now what was under the house chewing the TV cables?
So plan B. Set trap under the house and see what we can catch. Nothing the first night. Drat. But walla, the next moring there is a possum in the cage. Off he goes to the wild blue yander.
So, Tom goes fishing and when he decides to come home a kitten runs up under the truck and he can't find it. When he gets home, you guessed it, he could hear it. He can't get near it and it keeps running under the truck and he can't find it. So when he takes the possum off, it is still under the truck somewhere. Luckily after he drops the possum off and comes home, we don't hear the kitten anymore. Hopefully it left of it's own accord somewhere and didn't fall out and get run over.
Sooo, now we are double checking for any more ways for a critter to get under the house. We aren't holding our breath but hopefully we are done with critters for the time being.
We definetly didn't need a kitten that stayed under the truck to worry about everytime we needed to go somewhere.
So for now we are critterless and happy for it.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
love the country
we fairly recently moved into a country setting. Lots of trees, birds, great views, wonderful night sounds etc.
things are different out here. I never had a horse come down my driveway where we lived before and have had it happen twice now. I was talking on the phone with my sister one morning and a big white horse went down my driveway. Made for the start of an interesting day.
I never had racoons on the back porch before. We have had two, a mom and her offspring who were captured and moved to other far away places. they loved the seeds in my bird feeders and would go to any lengths to get to them. I kept finding my bird feeders on the ground each morning. Finally figured out what was going on when I heard noises on the back porch one night and looked out to see two racoons staring back at me.
Our old house was on a slab so we never had critters under the house. We have had several here, some we just heard during the night and never knew what they were but more recently knew what it was by the smell. Yuk. Skunks under the house are really stiiiiiiinnnnnnkkkkkyyyyyyy!!!!!!!
Definitely not my favorite kind of a visitor. Thank goodness it has been warm enough to open all the windows and air out the house. Hopefully we now have all of the openings covered and it wont gain entrance again. the smell is getting better. Just glad it was under the house and not waiting outside the door to greet us.
No snakes to speak of so far. I would just as soon miss that experience.
Love the birds the most. I have two bird feeders outside my kitchen window and keep them filled and enjoy lots of feathered visitors. the little ones are my favorite.
I have alot more spiders but they know their place and stay outside for the most part. I do have to clean the widows alot more when the webs get too much though.
I acquired two outside cats when we moved here. They are both very good hunters and leave little tid bits of their prey on the front porch. One day it might be a mouse head or various body parts, another time parts of a mole, sometimes a bird. How sweet of them to share their successes but I just wish they would clean up after themselves a little better. Yuk.
I have never been a big animal person but I must admit I enjoy our two cats. They always greet us when we come home and if we are outside they are right where we are. We each enjoy our independence and yet enjoy each others company and yes love, too. It is a good balance.
I went from very few trees and little shade to lots and lots of really big ones and lots of shade.
I love to sleep with the window slightly open and to hear the sounds of nature. It is my favorite way to fall asleep.
I love having a metal roof over my front porch and being able to hear the sounds of the rain coming down.
I even love the sound of the roosters, chickens, goats, donkeys, dogs and the voices of the children running and playing outside from the neighbors.
I have learned that I like goats milk and fresh eggs.
I love the sound of the wind in the trees. It is such a peaceful sound.
I love to burn and have had a great time clearing out scrub bushes and trees and making burn piles and seeing progress in opening up spaces for pretty things to grow.
If I ever think I want to grow roses, I remember what it took to get rid of the wild ones. I have had all I want of things with stickers and thorns that reach out and grab you when ever you get near. Nope no more rose bushes of any kind for me. I just burned the last wild one last week.
I love to walk my place early in the morning and listen to the sounds of the wind and hear birds and see nature and so much that is beautiful and peaceful.
I can understand why a boy named Joseph went to a grove of trees to find God.
things are different out here. I never had a horse come down my driveway where we lived before and have had it happen twice now. I was talking on the phone with my sister one morning and a big white horse went down my driveway. Made for the start of an interesting day.
I never had racoons on the back porch before. We have had two, a mom and her offspring who were captured and moved to other far away places. they loved the seeds in my bird feeders and would go to any lengths to get to them. I kept finding my bird feeders on the ground each morning. Finally figured out what was going on when I heard noises on the back porch one night and looked out to see two racoons staring back at me.
Our old house was on a slab so we never had critters under the house. We have had several here, some we just heard during the night and never knew what they were but more recently knew what it was by the smell. Yuk. Skunks under the house are really stiiiiiiinnnnnnkkkkkyyyyyyy!!!!!!!
Definitely not my favorite kind of a visitor. Thank goodness it has been warm enough to open all the windows and air out the house. Hopefully we now have all of the openings covered and it wont gain entrance again. the smell is getting better. Just glad it was under the house and not waiting outside the door to greet us.
No snakes to speak of so far. I would just as soon miss that experience.
Love the birds the most. I have two bird feeders outside my kitchen window and keep them filled and enjoy lots of feathered visitors. the little ones are my favorite.
I have alot more spiders but they know their place and stay outside for the most part. I do have to clean the widows alot more when the webs get too much though.
I acquired two outside cats when we moved here. They are both very good hunters and leave little tid bits of their prey on the front porch. One day it might be a mouse head or various body parts, another time parts of a mole, sometimes a bird. How sweet of them to share their successes but I just wish they would clean up after themselves a little better. Yuk.
I have never been a big animal person but I must admit I enjoy our two cats. They always greet us when we come home and if we are outside they are right where we are. We each enjoy our independence and yet enjoy each others company and yes love, too. It is a good balance.
I went from very few trees and little shade to lots and lots of really big ones and lots of shade.
I love to sleep with the window slightly open and to hear the sounds of nature. It is my favorite way to fall asleep.
I love having a metal roof over my front porch and being able to hear the sounds of the rain coming down.
I even love the sound of the roosters, chickens, goats, donkeys, dogs and the voices of the children running and playing outside from the neighbors.
I have learned that I like goats milk and fresh eggs.
I love the sound of the wind in the trees. It is such a peaceful sound.
I love to burn and have had a great time clearing out scrub bushes and trees and making burn piles and seeing progress in opening up spaces for pretty things to grow.
If I ever think I want to grow roses, I remember what it took to get rid of the wild ones. I have had all I want of things with stickers and thorns that reach out and grab you when ever you get near. Nope no more rose bushes of any kind for me. I just burned the last wild one last week.
I love to walk my place early in the morning and listen to the sounds of the wind and hear birds and see nature and so much that is beautiful and peaceful.
I can understand why a boy named Joseph went to a grove of trees to find God.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Between the child and the Father
this has been one of my all time favorite parables.
A PARABLE
I took a little child’s hand in mine. He and I were to walk together for a while. I was to lead him to the Father. It was a task that overcame me, so awful was the responsibility. And so I talked to the child of the Father. I painted the sternness of His face, were the child to do something to displease Him. I spoke of the child’s goodness as something that would appease the Father’s wrath. He walked under the tall trees and I said that the Father had power to send them crashing to the ground struck by His thunderbolts. We walked in the sunshine; I told him of the greatness of the Father who made the burning blazing sun. And one twilight, we met the Father. The child hid behind me. He was afraid. He would not look up at the face so loving; he remembered my picture. He would not take the Father’s hand; I was between the child and the Father. I wondered, I had been so conscientious, so serious.
I took a little child’s hand in mine. I was to lead him to the Father. I felt burdened with the many things I had to teach him. We did not ramble; we hastened from one spot to another spot. We compared the leaves of the different trees. While the child was questioning me about it, I hurried him away to chase a butterfly. Did he chance to fall asleep, I awakened him; lest he should miss something I wanted him to see. I poured into his ears all the stories he ought to know, but we were interrupted often by the wind a blowing, of which we must study, by the gurgling brook which we must trace to its source. And then in the twilight, we met the Father. The child merely glanced at Him and then his gaze wandered in a dozen different directions. The Father stretched for His hand. The child was not interested enough to take it. Feverish spots burned his cheeks. He dropped exhausted to the ground and fell asleep. Again, I was between the child and the Father. I wondered. I had taught him so many things.
I took a little child’s hand in mine, to lead him to the Father. My heart was full of gratitude for the glad privilege. We walked slowly, I united my steps with the short steps of the child. We spoke of the things the child noticed. Sometimes we picked the Father’s bright flowers and stroked their soft petals and loved their bright colors. Sometimes it was one of the Father’s birds. We saw the eggs that were laid. We wondered, elated at the care it gave its young. Often we told stories of the Father. I told them to the child and the child told them to me again. We told them, the child and I over and over again. Sometimes we stopped to rest, leaning against one of the Father’s trees, and letting His cool air cool our brow, never speaking. And then in the twilight, we met the Father. This child’s eyes shone. He looked lovingly, trustingly, eagerly up into the Father’s face. He put his hand into the Father’s hand. I was for the moment forgotten. I was content.
Jean Betzner Especially for Mormons Vol. 1
A PARABLE
I took a little child’s hand in mine. He and I were to walk together for a while. I was to lead him to the Father. It was a task that overcame me, so awful was the responsibility. And so I talked to the child of the Father. I painted the sternness of His face, were the child to do something to displease Him. I spoke of the child’s goodness as something that would appease the Father’s wrath. He walked under the tall trees and I said that the Father had power to send them crashing to the ground struck by His thunderbolts. We walked in the sunshine; I told him of the greatness of the Father who made the burning blazing sun. And one twilight, we met the Father. The child hid behind me. He was afraid. He would not look up at the face so loving; he remembered my picture. He would not take the Father’s hand; I was between the child and the Father. I wondered, I had been so conscientious, so serious.
I took a little child’s hand in mine. I was to lead him to the Father. I felt burdened with the many things I had to teach him. We did not ramble; we hastened from one spot to another spot. We compared the leaves of the different trees. While the child was questioning me about it, I hurried him away to chase a butterfly. Did he chance to fall asleep, I awakened him; lest he should miss something I wanted him to see. I poured into his ears all the stories he ought to know, but we were interrupted often by the wind a blowing, of which we must study, by the gurgling brook which we must trace to its source. And then in the twilight, we met the Father. The child merely glanced at Him and then his gaze wandered in a dozen different directions. The Father stretched for His hand. The child was not interested enough to take it. Feverish spots burned his cheeks. He dropped exhausted to the ground and fell asleep. Again, I was between the child and the Father. I wondered. I had taught him so many things.
I took a little child’s hand in mine, to lead him to the Father. My heart was full of gratitude for the glad privilege. We walked slowly, I united my steps with the short steps of the child. We spoke of the things the child noticed. Sometimes we picked the Father’s bright flowers and stroked their soft petals and loved their bright colors. Sometimes it was one of the Father’s birds. We saw the eggs that were laid. We wondered, elated at the care it gave its young. Often we told stories of the Father. I told them to the child and the child told them to me again. We told them, the child and I over and over again. Sometimes we stopped to rest, leaning against one of the Father’s trees, and letting His cool air cool our brow, never speaking. And then in the twilight, we met the Father. This child’s eyes shone. He looked lovingly, trustingly, eagerly up into the Father’s face. He put his hand into the Father’s hand. I was for the moment forgotten. I was content.
Jean Betzner Especially for Mormons Vol. 1
Parenting
As I was reading the post of one of my grown children, I was thinking about parenting and the balancing involved.
The balancing in parenting can be hard and involves risks but also has some of the greatest joys ever.
Holding on too tight to me has more potential for harm than the gradual trusting and letting go of the reins.
Heavenly Father did not send us to earth to be over protected or have others make all of our decisions for us.(who's plan was that?) He loves and trusts us enough to let us experience trials and challenges that would strengthen and built in us the ability to succeed.
When we emulate His parenting, our children are more likely to grow strong and succeed.
Earthly parents are meant to be the temporary scaffolding.
Our children are meant to ultimately stand on their own.
They no longer need the parent/child relationship but the relationship of adult/adult or equals.
the permanent part is the foundation of Our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.
OK as my kids would say, step away from the pulpit. end of lecture 999.
The balancing in parenting can be hard and involves risks but also has some of the greatest joys ever.
Holding on too tight to me has more potential for harm than the gradual trusting and letting go of the reins.
Heavenly Father did not send us to earth to be over protected or have others make all of our decisions for us.(who's plan was that?) He loves and trusts us enough to let us experience trials and challenges that would strengthen and built in us the ability to succeed.
When we emulate His parenting, our children are more likely to grow strong and succeed.
Earthly parents are meant to be the temporary scaffolding.
Our children are meant to ultimately stand on their own.
They no longer need the parent/child relationship but the relationship of adult/adult or equals.
the permanent part is the foundation of Our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.
OK as my kids would say, step away from the pulpit. end of lecture 999.
Friday, August 14, 2009
cool quote
“service is the rent that I pay for the space that I occupy on earth.”
I came across this today and it just really jumped out at me and I wanted to pass it along.
I came across this today and it just really jumped out at me and I wanted to pass it along.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
in-laws
We have been so very blessed.
We started out with 8 offspring and they have multiplied and given us some wonderful additions to the family.
We have 5 of the sweetest and talented daughters-in-law that you could ask for. They take good care of their guys and keep them in line. They each have special talents that they willingly share with the family and are doing a great job of raising some amazingly smart and cute kids and sweet pets also.
There are 2 great sons-in-law. Both are so good to help out when ever called on. They are both quiet compared to the rowdy guys but hold their own and even get in a few licks(verbally, no physical abuse here) of their own when cornered. They are both wonderful men and take good care of our daughters and grandchildren.
When there are get togethers, it is always a blast to have so many different personalities and temperments in the same space.
As each new member has been added to the family, we have been blessed.
We are definitley thankful for special in-laws.
Thanks kids for making such good choices in spouces.
We started out with 8 offspring and they have multiplied and given us some wonderful additions to the family.
We have 5 of the sweetest and talented daughters-in-law that you could ask for. They take good care of their guys and keep them in line. They each have special talents that they willingly share with the family and are doing a great job of raising some amazingly smart and cute kids and sweet pets also.
There are 2 great sons-in-law. Both are so good to help out when ever called on. They are both quiet compared to the rowdy guys but hold their own and even get in a few licks(verbally, no physical abuse here) of their own when cornered. They are both wonderful men and take good care of our daughters and grandchildren.
When there are get togethers, it is always a blast to have so many different personalities and temperments in the same space.
As each new member has been added to the family, we have been blessed.
We are definitley thankful for special in-laws.
Thanks kids for making such good choices in spouces.
love/hate computers
Have you ever noticed that when they are working right, we love them and when they don't , it is a source of real frustration.?
I really love/hate computers. I love email, blogs and being able to look up things when I have a question or want to buy something ( I love me some amazon and ebay)
I get really mad when I have typed out a long reply to someone in an email or a post to a blog and have the darn thing wisk it off and lose the whole thing. Grrr.
Of course it has nothing to do with me messing up and hitting the wrong key at times. It always has to be the computer right?
But let the darn thing go down and what happens? Oh no, withdrawal!!!!!
then I feel bad for having bad feelings and talking ugly and just want it back. I might miss something really important.
Sigh, right now it is working, I am happy and feeling content for however long it lasts.
thanks for being there for me computer.
I really love/hate computers. I love email, blogs and being able to look up things when I have a question or want to buy something ( I love me some amazon and ebay)
I get really mad when I have typed out a long reply to someone in an email or a post to a blog and have the darn thing wisk it off and lose the whole thing. Grrr.
Of course it has nothing to do with me messing up and hitting the wrong key at times. It always has to be the computer right?
But let the darn thing go down and what happens? Oh no, withdrawal!!!!!
then I feel bad for having bad feelings and talking ugly and just want it back. I might miss something really important.
Sigh, right now it is working, I am happy and feeling content for however long it lasts.
thanks for being there for me computer.
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