Monday, September 29, 2008
I just watched the most awesome tribute to the late Paul Newman on tv. It was an old interview with him and his wife Joanne Woodward. What a wonderful love story they had with over 50 years of marriage.
After the interview, the anchors talked about Paul Newman's charity work, especially The Hole In The Wall Camp, which Newman started for sick children. What an awesome man he was. While he made tons of great movies, was absolutely gorgeous, was a race car driver and political activist, and had a great life, his true legacy will be his camp and other charities he so deeply cared about.
I've always had a dream that if I were wealthy, I'd buy a bunch of property where I could take injured and unwanted wildlife and domestic animals. I'd have bunkhouses where underprivleged, sick, and at-risk kids could come and stay (all at different times) and learn to take care of them. I've had it all pictured in my mind for years. Maybe someday.
I think about death fairly often - I suppose it's normal after having cancer twice - but I'm not terribly normal so maybe not. But, that makes me think about what people would say about me if I died. Would I have made a difference somehow, somewhere? I hope so. I don't know why this is so important to me, but it has been for many years - even before I had cancer.
I hope if nothing else, I'll leave a legacy of kindness and compassion with my kids. Really, nothing else is important in life. If you have those two things it will usually get you where you need to go.
God Speed, Paul Newman. You definately made a difference in this world...
"We all leave footprints in the sand, the question is, will we be a big heel, or a great soul." - source unknown
I came home from werkin' at the Merc last night and Sarah had done all the dishes, folded my laundry, and cleaned the kitchen! I love her!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
This post is the final post of the dreaded skunk story. This skunk, has gotten into our hen house and killed all but one of our wonderful chickens. We found him out there in the middle of the night several times and Elmer and Adam tried shooting him with the pellet gun (only after my INSTANCE that Elmer not use the machine gun or bazooka at those hours). But, that old skunk had some tough hide and obviously a lot of chutzpa as he kept returning for more.
So, Elmer tried snaring him with no luck. Finally, he decided to use a leg trap. I hated that thought but it seemed to only way to get rid of him.
Yesterday morning, Elmer came into the house proudly proclaiming he had caught the marauder. So, being an actual hour of the day when people were awake and wouldn't think we were suddenly having drive-by shootings in wonderful Hidden Springs, I allowed him to use the .22 to put the skunk out of his misery. Elmer had to get to work so the skunk stayed in the henhouse.
When Elmer got home, I asked him to take the skunk away - it smelled bad, but he informed me that Adam wanted to be home for the event, so we waited until 7:00 so Elmer Jr. could join in the joyous event of removing the dead skunk.
Here's Elmer Jr. He's holding his breath in preparation of removing the body... I'm so darned proud.
Ok, he's REALLY going in, just one more big breath...He was so excited to particiapte he didn't even change from his work clothes. I think they may have to go in the trash. The dogs were excited to see what had been smelling so bad all day. But what a monster!
Yes sir, we've got us a trophy...
So really, what was so bad about that? Well, I'm fixin' to tell ya...
After holding my breath and taking the above pictures, I went back in the house and worked on some laundry. After about 15 minutes, I realized the two Elmers hadn't come back inside, and the house was being permeated by skunk smell. OH DEAR GOD.
I stepped into the garage and was greeted by an stench I had NEVER before smelled, and we grew up in Garden Valley where we woke to the smell of skunk many, many, many mornings. The conversation went something like this except I have cleaned up some of the foul language that flew out of my mouth - and I DO MEAN it was flying!
"IVAL, what are you doing?" I can't see him, but I know it's not good. I creep around the side of the truck and see him kneeling on the ground. "I thought you were going to haul that skunk away!"
Elmer Jr. proudly proclaims, "That was a NICE skunk! We're skinning him."
"OH NO YOU'RE NOT! Get that skunk out of here right now! The neighbors are going to be so mad. You've stunk up the whole niehgborhood. Why does it smell like that? That's not regular skunk smell, that's ten times as bad. What is that? If you skin that skunk you're going to cut those smell glands."
Proudly, Elmer Jr. proclaims, "Yep, he did."
"What the hell? It smells so bad out here that none of the neighbors can be outside. WHAT were you thinking? I swear to God that's got to be the stupedist thing you've ever done! Stop what you're doing and get that damn skunk out of here."
All the while, the only thing Elmer has said (although the words were flying out of my mouth so fast he probably didn't have a chance to say anything) was "Oh, it's not that bad."
Just then, a neighbor wandered over and said, "You know, you're not real popular in the neighborhood right now." So I started in with her as well, the words flying out of my mouth faster than I've ever talked "I TOLD him that! Stupid! That was just a stupid thing for him to do! I'm so sorry! He's going to load that skunk in the truck right now and take it out of here! BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!.."
So, Elmer and Jr. loaded the skunk up and took him down the hill. The house stinks, the neighborhood stinks, the whole situation stinks. In fact, I was just out in the front yard with the puppy and two neighbor ladies walked by.
"We heard the skunk story from last night."
Oh dear God, the neighbors all know.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, his days of hunting in the yard are over." I hung my head and slithered into the house.
I'm glad hunting season is here so he can get out and actually kill something that I don't have to be a part of. His friends, Pat and Nate, are in HUGE trouble for teaching him how to trap...
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Tim, Jake and Heather
Our three beautiful girls. Lisa, Sarah, and Jacki...
This is David's brother Steve. He's a stand up comedian in Boston and he performed the ceremony.
I have to say, I've never been to a wedding quite like this. They didn't have the "traditional" ceremony. Since they're both "older" and they've both been married before, Steve thought it only wise to not make them promise anything - instead, they had vows where they had to say "I'll try".
"David, will you try to remember not to use the kitchen table as a dirty sock hamper?'
David - "I'll try."
"Kate, will you try to remember that just because there's checks left in the checkbook, that it doesn't mean you have unlimited funds ?"
And then there was something about musicals and Westside Story being "the bomb" over The Sound of Music, where Kate refused to even "try" but instead said she'd "give it some thought." (although that did NOT sound sincere)
It was very funny.
And I loved Steve's shirt, made me feel young again...
David's family is Jewish. But instead of the traditional "stomping of the glass", Steve thought since were were in IDEEHO, and in a barn, it was much more fitting to have the "stomping of the Bud Lite can".
The happy family. You can tell Anna is glad to have David as a permanent part of her life.
Kate and her college friends - those girls are WILD when they get together! The girls in our family...
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
September 9, 2008 11:39 AM
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Heather and Grace came up for a last swim at the pool for the season... Heather is such a good mommy!
Grace is getting so good in the pool!
Ival went scouting for antelope. Adam drew a permit this year.
We got a last few pictures of Rosie. She was still holding her tail high and able to chase the ball for a few minutes before she got too tired. We sure miss her.
Adam has always wanted a small dog. He desperately wanted a poodle, but as hard as it was on him to lose Rosie, I just couldn't bring myself to allow a poodle into the house. So, we compromised and got a Bischon/Spaniel mix. Her name is Zulu. He loves her and so do we. The big dogs love her too.
These mix dogs used to be called "mutts" and you could get them free. Now they're called "designer" dogs and cost $250.00
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
The Merc has been sold to a couple from here at Hidden Springs. I think they're going to do a great job and want to return it to the way it used to be. Residents can sell their "wares" in there, people will feel welcome again, and it going back to home style food and fun. Taco Tuesdays, game nights, they're even going to rent the Merc for less than we pay for the barn now. The changes are really good for the community and I'm excited to be a part of it.
Yep, I'm going to be working at the Merc. I have to admit, I think it will be really fun. Since I love football, they've scheduled me for Monday nights and Sundays to cover the games. I think I'll be working 3 or 4 days a week. I told them that I can't work on days that BSU plays - mom and I have a date to watch those games together at her house.
Like most everyone else in the US, the economy has taken a toll on us. I'm just glad that if I have to work, it's doing something fun. They scheduled the four "seniors" (that's all 4 of us over the age of 18) to go in for orientation today, but they made us work! We scrubbed all the wooden chairs and tables (if I'd wanted to be doing that I would have done it at home!), all the outside tables and chairs, ALL the woodwork inside (and there's a ton of it!). I feel really fortunate, I really enjoy the other three "seniors" and I think we'll make a great team.