Catching Up.. Sort Of

I cant keep up with this blogging thing. You see, I am not nearly as bad at as my sister, Robin and she has a computer.

A lot has changed for me in the last couple of months, one of the more obvious things being my lack of internet access. As much as I would have loved to keep you all updated in my ever so exciting life, it wasn't really doable.

My garden looks more like a hay field than an actual garden at all. Even though I have completely abandon the poor patch, it still feeds me. I got a great big bowl of potatoes, plenty of cherry tomatoes, beans, squash and peppers on the way! My corn looks as though it was grown by a barbie doll. I could toss the ears back, like UTZ salt and vinegar chips. I'm sure it will make a great fall decor in Skipper's plastic house though. The corn was really small if you didnt gather. The glads are gorgeous, planting 3 rows was probably more than enough. I have given many away as pretty bouquets and also a ton to the farm stand.

The chicks are growing up so fast, they seem to be doing well at DiMauro Farm High. I can still identify each one of them. It takes me a little longer now as they have changed so much. I am very proud to say I raised some great chickens. My second round didn't turn out as well. Not a single one hatched. I'm sure there are a ton of reasons why they didn't make it, one of them being the same neglect I showed the garden.

As for me, I am jussstt swell. Dealing with the many changes in my life fairly well (but it really depends on the day). I have a new roommate, as my last sort of jumped ship. :) Tia, my baby sister, moved in about two months ago now. VERY shortly after Casey left. Casey, freshly 21, realized he hadn't accomplished as much in life as he'd like to before "settling down". No hard feelings Case. This isn't a bash Casey blog. You'll have to come to me in private for that web address. Hehe. Casey, being a such big part of my life was hard to let go of. He was everything to me, my best friend and some one I shared my hopes, dreams and thought my future with. I apologize for the sappiness, I promise I'll finish with a laugh. We also shared bills. Adjusting to just one income has been almost as hard as adjusting to not having him around. This whole thing has completely thrown me off balance. I have no doubts that I'll come back on top, but the recovery process doesn't seem to be going super great. Some one once said, don't cry over a little missing silverware or was it spilled milk? I don't know. There was no spilled beverage in this case.. I do have a assome support system. My Parents, Sisters, friends have all been there for me, put up with my crying and always giving tons great of advice. Thank you, without all of I would truly be a train wreck. Well, more of a train wreck.

So, there it is.. I hope you all understand the reason behind my blog not being top priority, I have been oober busy trying to piece my heart back together. Do you guys all feel bad for me yet? I'll do my best to get you all a picture of my garden before I get Tim Bartlett to come hay it.

L.L. Bean Clogs, What?

As you all know My father is a bit of a nut (Yes Sisters, when I say a bit of a nut, I do mean completely nutty) Which is one of my very favorite things about him. He can always make me smile and laugh. And because of him I am slightly silly as well, making others smile and laugh.

It's more often than not at my own expense, again something we have in common..

This past Sunday at our Nicole Fest/Lobster Fest, Daddy was rocking some "new clogs". My mother insisted on me asking him about them. He very proudly informed me that he made them from an old pair of Bean Boots. Uh huh, he really did this and he really was wearing them too. I have pictures to prove it. =)

We all shared a laugh at my fathers expense. How resourceful and goofy that father of mine is.
Thank you Daddy, I love you.

<3

My Best Friends For Always.

At Heidi's In Auburn For Hunter's Birthday Lunch.

The 4 of us had a great time eating and chatting, as usual. These kids mean the world to me. I will always be their friend, even when they don't want it as much as they do now! I have made them promise me they wont pretend I don't exist when they are older.

Chick TV

Sorry!

Out of commission and a lap top...

Mother Hen

This whole process has been so amazing. The anticipation nearly killed me, but it was all so worth it. There was a good couple of days (probably more like couple of weeks) where it was all I could talk about. So naturally in the 5o some odd people that I talked to there were a few that new their shiz. A friend of mine told me how he raised a clutch of wild turkeys when he was younger. He told me they imprinted on him immediately and said how they would follow him around. A little Fly Away Home if you ask me. I didn't really understand how true this was until I took the chicks out of their box and let them play around on my living room floor.





Every where I went they followed. I would sit down and they would find away to sit as close to me as possible. Beefy Brian would cuddle right up in my hand every time I let him. I have become extremely attached. I don't know what I'm going to do when it's time for the big move. I will do my best to keep my sister Robin and her little man hood removing tool away from my roosters. =) By the time this group is ready to move out, I will have a second set. I started round 2 July 23rd and now that I am more familiar with the incubator and process of it all I think I will have much fewer unhatched eggs.

Meet My Chics

Shelly is the yellow chick in the center with thick black stripes.

Wallace, Beefy Brian (BB), Sweet & Love

Chicky Poo, Annie, Big Head

Gregory & Jillian were my last 2 to hatch and at that point I was too busy holding and feeding the others I didn't get a chance to get pictures of them. Everyone always says you get more pictures of your first kid because you have time and then by the next you are just too busy. I understand that now. ;)

Gregory & Jillian were all black. Unfortunately Jillian didn't make it. She was my very last to hatch. I think she was in her egg too long. I had prepared myself very well for this. My father warned me a hundred times over that you always lose chicks and they wont all hatch. As much preparing as I did, I was still very bummed.