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Pay Day
Exciting news came in the mailbox today. Okay, it really wasn’t news. I signed the contract eight months ago but today I receive a check. Not just any check but my very first payment as a writer. Yep. I still can’t believe it. We’re not talking million dollar advance here but I’m thrill non-the-less. It’s not really about the money, it’s just very rewarding to have someone say my work is worth paying for. So, stop what you’re doing and take a moment to join me in a little happy dance.Have a great day!Christina -
Lots of lambs!
The first couple of weeks in February were busy here. Lambs, lambs, lambs. We even had one set of triplets. It’s a blessing and a curse (as Monk would say). One of the triplets had to be bottle fed. It was heart breaking to wean the little thing. Now, weeks later, she still run up to us hopeful.
We had lots of little helper show up at the farm. Our niece and nephew are in the picture below along with my daughters. Aren’t they cute!
Things are getting busy around here. Kids are finishing up their school work
and animal projects are getting going. Ryan had his second beef weigh in last Saturday. His Red steer is right on the mark but the black one is small. No worries. He always gets these steers fat enough by fair.
Have a great and sunny week.
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Too Funny Not to Share
Have you ever wondered what homeschoolers do for fun? Check out this video staring Emma and directed by Ryan.
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March Widow
It is officially March. Each year I look forward to March because the flower start to poke their colorful heads out of the soil and there are always a few bright sunny days. About two weeks into March the harsh reminder of what the month means to the rest of my family sets in.March Madness.
This disease has spread rampantly through our home. I seem to be the only one immune. Of course it may be that I’ve avoided the dreaded germ solely from lack of exposure. My dear husband is so distracted that he went to the store last night to pick up some creamer for my coffee he lost it somewhere before getting it to the refrigerator. Seriously, did he stop at any of your homes last night to discuss the games? Maybe my creamer is in your fridge.As I write this my oldest son and oldest daughter (14 and 9) are at the table pouring over last years tournament results and speculating as to who will be victorious this year. I’ve lost the next generation.So, as we move on to spring, I stand alone. Think of me. Stop by. Give me a call.It should be a good writing opportunity!
