Tip Tuesday: Salt

Hi Guys,
I've been thinking and thinking of a clever way to tell you about my latest epiphany.  Couldn't quite come up with anything witty or smart.  So I'll just tell ya...

SALT.

A Sub and a Swing and Staying Positive

You know, things don't have to be perfect to be good.

I've been having a pretty hard time lately.  I should have just gone ahead and cried like a baby at the graduation and gotten it over with like all the other normal people.  Instead, I keep everything bottled up and save it for later when nobody's looking.  And it works its way out slowly and in weird ways.  And it's hard for other people to tell what's wrong with me because I'm not crying at the graduation, which would make perfect sense.

Mom Thoughts

An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy. -Spanish Proverb

Old Stuff and Tradition

I'm not sure how this tradition got started, but many years ago we got the bright idea to let the little girls try on my wedding dress each year on our anniversary.  We missed the past couple of years due to our stuff being packed away so weird from moving multiple times, but this year the girls were determined!  They even crawled up into the attic to find the right bin.  It was fun watching them ooh and aah over it.

Sweet Peas and A Little Honey

 Remember those peas that Benjamin and I planted back in March???

20 Years!

 Oh my, I can't even believe it!

The Party

Hola muchaco.

I was totally amazed by the turn out!  I made tons of food, but wasn't really sure if anyone was coming...

A Home School Graduation

It.  is.  Finished.

The lists and lists... and lists of lists.


The planning and stress and worry.


The 14 years of home schooling.



The graduation, reception and party...

Fun Family Fiesta... How to Make Mustaches

I never could figure out what the big deal is with all the mustaches, until....

New Stuff

 Spring has sprung here on the farm!

Lots of new stuff...

My garden is actually growing.  Yay! Spinach , onions and garlic here.

Potatoes sprouting.  I thought maybe the chickens ate all the sprouts, but lo and behold, here they are...