tbh (I just learned from my 11 year old that means: To be honest), I've been doing so many things I love, I've totally run out of time to write. I go to a bible study on Wednesdays that completely blows my mind and teaches me more about the bible each week than I ever learned growing up in a church. It's hard core and includes daily homework. But oh my word, if you want to study the bible, this class is for you.
And then there's the wedding! My big sister came in town, my little sister got hitched, and then they all left. Sister, sister, and hubby. Yes, he got to go on Haley's honeymoon with them. OK, not really, but he took an all boys trip to Santa Fe to snowboard for 5 days. So my house was quiet. And busy. And quiet.
I've been working on some new ideas for my classes. I've got an Easter Egg class coming up this week and also one after spring break. They both have at least one opening if you're interested, so "hop on over" by clicking the link. We're headed to Disney for spring break, probably the last Disney trip we'll take before the kids are "too old" for that kind of fun. It will be fun and bittersweet. But for now, busy. Because I'm having to pack everyone up and buy tickets, and secure our hotel and flights, and..... the list goes on and on.
And then there's my book club. I cherish those girls and the joy they bring to my life with their friendships. And we had our monthly meeting this week. So last night I was BUSY. (Are you seeing a recurring theme here?)
But don't forget: I AM AN URBAN FARMER. And I've been busy waiting patiently EVERY DAY for those silly hens to lay. Just one of them! I beg of you for the love of all that is good! LAY AN EGG FOR PETE'S SAKE! whew. Sorry for that outburst. Anyway, as I was saying, I've been doing some spring cleaning for the hens. And of course there's the daily upkeep of feeding those little
And speaking of chickens, tomorrow I am getting interviewed about our backyard flock! Mama's gonna put on her bra again and rep-re-sent for all the suburban chicken farmers in this town. The fact that anyone cares what I have to say about chickens is frankly, amusing. But get me going and I'll tell you every last thing I've learned. And it's fun knowledge. Not boring stuff like names of bones and such. Not to offend the doctors out there! You need to know the bones! In case I break one! And then I'll be happy to pay you in eggs. If I ever get any.