Attempting to set up a blog… interesting.

It is two in the afternoon. The heat chased me inside so I am taking time to learn how to blog. This one site is very good for beginners. I can remember, as a kid, being excited to bring home a Vic 20 computer. It was before the Comador 64. (You had to write your own program to get a dot to move from one side of the screen to the other. Imagine that.) Amazing how far the computer world has come in less than thirty years.

There goes a knock at the door. Half an hour later, after chatting with one of my renters, and I’m back. Her boyfriend wants to buy/trade my extra hens I raised. Five fat roosters ready to butcher and a few dollars richer I dive in to how to make pages on my blog and how to connect to my website where people can buy my books. Wouldn’t a billboard be easier? Perhaps I should put a hat down on the street and read from my books?

I am such a shy person. It is difficult for me to draw attention to myself. I am not looking forward to taking my car hauler to the flea market. It is filled with items I need to sell, espcially now that Mom seems to serious about coming to the farm to live.

What fun it would be. She makes the best pies. Even if she burns it, I miss her cooking. She loves to garden and can food. As a child she lived on tenant farms. I know she will love the goats and it will be great to have someone to do things with. I’m planning on building a small chicken coop to keep at her trailer so she can get the green eggs. I like them better than the brown, myself, for making pickled eggs. She worked hard, has lived hard and it will be satisfying to see her retire to something she enjoys.

Okay, onwards to finishing the dog house, finding Hubby a job and trying to figure out how to become a successful blogger and blow my sales out of the water so a publisher just has to notice me and a movie producer will drool as I prepare to sign a contract. lol. Well, if you are going to dream, dream big. Ask life for a higher price and I’ll let life talk me down to just getting the farm paid off and Mom moved in.

School Days Are Here Again

Kind of ironic. I spent most of my youth wanting out of school, now I’m driving school bus. It’s a bit different from being the one shoved in the locker. This is my second year with this route. Compared to my first year I see alot of changes in the kids. They stepped on the bus in a nice manner without fighting. Trust me, this was not without a long year behind us. I treat my bus like it is an extesion of the classroom.

I expect my students to behave. Here are some of the signs I made up to remind them of the schools rules.

No eating sign NO STANDING

ticketI use this one to remind a student that once I start counting they are in jeapordy of a ticket. If anyone bites, kicks, hits, steals, or throws something which hurts another it is an instant three.

I also tried to start with the bus seats being assigned before they got on the bus. I was fouled when the bus broke down and the boss had to bring out a new bus. Better luck next year.

The Dane Girl’s dog house is getting its tin roof next. We worked all weekend despite the heat. It will be in the ninties today. Which reminds me the bus has no air conditioning. I am going to perspire. Ug.

The only thing to survive in the garden is the tomatoes- until the chickens found them. Those five roosters are going to make great stew.

On the brightside the rental remodel is done. Now we have Mom’s trailer to kick into gear. Hopefully my family does not change their minds- again. If so, I’m putting my daughter in this trailer and renting her old one out.

I’m still trying to figure out this whole blog thing. I’ve been working on “pages” and linking them over to my website. Hopefully it is worth the effort. I did figure out how to add pictures.


Why I started this blog.

How time flies.  I am going to regret not writing events down of the past few weeks. Where to begin to discuss why I started this blog.

Quick update- finally got the family to move to the farm in November! Now I’m motivated to succeed and keep us all on the same farm! I’ll leave the post as it was, but, finally got Mom off the mountain. Yay!

Let’s start with today. On the menu was to pick up where I left off on the dog house a week ago, before I went to visit my mother and brothers who live six hours away. I wish I could say visiting brought back pleasant memories. Unfortunately, every time I visit, I see how their two bedroom trailer is affecting their health and mental state.
It would be hard to put into words the anguish I feel knowing my mother is living in poverty and cob-job. Imagine plywood laid over a sinking bathroom floor with strips of linoleum to cover it. The toilet has a square cutout. Pieces of white paneling are glued to the ceiling with tan glue that shows in every crack. A car fan hangs in the ceiling and, yes, the steam does go up the hole. The lights are new; barely hanging in the old trailer ceiling. The water heater needs replaced like the floor under it and the shower smells of rotten eggs, but it is clean. As you turn the outdoor copper handle to switch to the shower you realize the sink handles turn in the wrong direction. Yes, sink handles. A long copper pipe with a ninety-degree elbow is the tub faucet. Oh, wait it gets better. The shower wall is seemed with the same tan glue on the ceiling. It caulks the tub in a squished-out pattern. The tub kick-pan fell off years ago. It is an unpainted plywood board with a wire cage on the end to allow the heat to get under the tub so it will not freeze and keep the cats from going under. The tub always served as double-duty for the exiting of the wash water. Yep, into the tub and down the drain. I wish the nightmare ended there. It doesn’t. From one end of the trailer to the other it is a clean, crowded nightmare of cob-job. I’ll leave your imagination and my mother’s embarrassment there, but, I do have to say the string running from the front door, thru the porch and into the trailer attached to an old schoolmarm’s bell tops the cake. The bell gives the mental picture of cluttered chaos that winning cheery cherry on top of the tin banana split.

Hillbillies, can not live with them and would not dream of living without them.

Yes, I want my mother and brothers out of there badly. I think they might actually come to the farm this time. Mom is getting near retirement and she is absolutely sick of the whole dilapidated mess.
It’s good, yet, it is bad timing for me. Financially, the hubby lost a good paying job and he is not scrambling to find a new one which mentally has me chewing my fingernails like a squirrel in March on a dried cob of stashed corn. If anyone has been through the stress of a family member losing a job and taking their sweet time to find another, you know what I mean.
While visiting mother I enjoyed going to the small family reunion my Uncle and Aunts started. My cousins had pictures of my Dad when he was young. My father passed away several years ago. I don’t have any photos of him as a child. During the visit another relative, I discovered, worked at a sound studio where he edits the narrations of books. He recommended the idea of blogging. So in the long about way I guess this is the real reason I am making this first stab at blogging.
I guess the goal of my blog is honestly to promote my books- which right now I need to fly off the shelves like hotcakes in about the most desperate way possible, but, I’ll bet I’m not suppose to say that. I have sold privately many copies of all four of my self-published books. I have a dozen people I know who bought all four of my books and want more.

I wish I had the time to write, but, somehow the goal is ironically attached to my income. The catch twenty-two in my life. That is something you can help me out with by clicking here and purchasing a copy or copies-and telling me what you think.
The second goal of my website is to impart some commonsense homesteading ideas and health care tips for animals and humans. My website is chalk full of the lessons I have learned and the ones I’m yet to learn. I have included some photos and also shared with you some of the fun things I like to collect and do; especially anything about horses. I am trying to get our small farm turned into a homestead that supplements our income and gives us a sense of accomplishment.

I love pinning things on pinterest, trying new recipes, garden tips, and stumbling through the new skill of canning foods and building. We are building a greenhouse next. This should be a blast; and yes, I’ll probably do all the work myself. The backhoe is something I really dig operating- sorry I could not resist. A ruler and a hammer are my second favorite tools next to the pen.
I am going to try and post on a weekly basis. I might post a few days in a row or not, just depends on what’s cooking in my busy life and if time will let me sit down long enough to contemplate the confines of the universe and visit with the hubby. Yah, I think I watered and fed him at least twice today. Saw him running around the farm a few times. Guess I better figure out this blog thing and find out what is on the menu for tomorrow’s projects. Top of list, Get hubby a Job. Second, call Mom and see if she has changed her mind about moving to the farm… again. Third, finish dog house and place the three Dane girls inside their new doggie home before they finish digging their way out of the barn. Yes, I have three Great Danes and that’s another story. Last, but not least, finish the rental so we can get it advertised.
Somehow, at this late hour, I think my goal to start blogging is somehow going to spill over until tomorrow. I really need seventy-two hour days. Sigh.


I will upload some new things to my website hopefully in the next few days. I started a recipe section because I often modify. If I put it on my website I’ll know where the recipe is for the next time I want to use it. Laugh, but I can not tell you how many times I have gone to my own website to look up the research I did on poison Ivy, cold cures, and so on. I hope you enjoy the website, find the information useful and of course order a book to read- for medicinal purposes- laughter is the best medicine after all.