Saturday, November 26, 2016
Saturday, October 8, 2016
God is not a God of chaos. And chaos is all around us.
Sunday, September 18, 2016
- Check the calendar.
- Check the forecast.
- Check the fridge.
- Get a basic menu plan and grocery list started.
- If you are behind on laundry, grab one outfit for each person and wash one load for tomorrow.
- Find everyone's shoes and backpacks. Notes, fees and library books.
- Throw the kids in the tub. While they are bathing...
- Pack lunches.
- Find your purse, keys, work things, water bottle.
- Pick your outfit for tomorrow.
- Everyone go to bed early. This one night sleep is the most important to jump starting your week. Don't forget kisses and prayers and stories.
Do you enjoy the craziness of Monday morning?
Love and sweet beginnings to your week,
Thee Farm Wife
Friday, September 16, 2016
Seriously, there is a dip and a thingie on a stick for everything.
I have made Buffalo Chicken Egg Rolls for Thee Farmer and his friends several times for fight night. That's when they get together and act all manly and watch grown men beat the crap out of each other.
You will need:
Egg roll wrappers
One bag cole slaw mix
Canned chicken or cooked and shredded chicken breast
Cookies Wings and Things Sauce
Bleu cheese crumbles or bleu cheese salad dressing
I like these ingredients better than the ones suggested on the recipe I found. These are baked and are very easy. Just make sure you have plenty of sauce because the chicken absorbs A LOT!
For directions and how to fold and bake head on over to this link.
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Much love and appetizer happiness,
Thee Farm Wife
Saturday, September 10, 2016
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Friday, September 9, 2016
1 block Velveeta Cheese
1 pkg. Cream cheese
1 can cream of chicken soup
1 can Rotel
Put all in crock pot on high.
Brown 1-2 lbs. ground beef, seasoned with Lawry's, onion powder, black pepper and onion flakes. Add to crock pot. Cook until all melted. Stirring occasionally to prevent scorching. Turn temp to Low or Keep Warm while serving.
Sunday, August 28, 2016
There is still one more load of laundry to dry and put away. The kids are all in bed. I ate way too much for supper and am now reminding myself why we should have popcorn for dinner on Sunday nights.
Lunches are made. Outfits laid out. Shoes found. Backpacks packed. Check.
It wasn't always this easy to end our week this way. Usually it was a mad screaming dash to the finish line. And I hated every minute of it.
It took over 7 years (probably more) to get these routines established. We really try not to break them. People - well friends really - think we are crazy. But when you have four children, a farm and a marriage that is top priority you have to tend to all the things.
Bedtime. Quiet time. Loving time. Cooking and eating and dish washing and bathing and cleaning all.the.time.
This post was inspired by something I saw on a a Fakebook post. A younger friends said she hated Sundays because she had to clean all day.
Sundays are for church and family and resting. Sunday nights are time to prep for the week. Clean a little each day. Teach your kiddos to pick up after themselves. Rinse their dishes. Whatever it takes to have a peaceful Sunday. You will not believe the difference it makes when you climb into bed on Sunday evening and have this great sense of accomplishment and peace.
"For wisdom will enter your heart, and knowledge will fill you with joy. Wise choices will watch over you. Understanding will keep you safe." Proverbs 3:10-11
P.S. Does this happen every week? NO WAY! But it is my goal for our family. Try it, and let me know if you have any questions.
Love and peace,
Thee Farm Wife
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
I love me some Bible journaling. I have always written in my Bible. Drawn in it. Underlined. Even glued notes I love into the margins. (I'll tell you how to do that in another post.) My Bible is my legacy to future generations, "hold on to the faith."
The HCSB Illustrator's Notetaking Bible is a beautiful edition. The cover is high quality. The pages have gilded edges. The paper...sumptuous. And it has MAPS people.
What I love about it is that the illustrations are a lighter gray so that one can outline and color without worrying about bold black lines. You can truly make these your own.
What I don't like? The small type. The whole purpose of owning a Bible is to read it. I can't see 7-point type. Sigh.
Yes, Bible journaling is amazing.
But it's more than coloring.
It's drawing deeper in the Word. Getting to know the One who made us. And I just couldn't with this edition. Probably because the last time I went to the optometrist he told me I needed bi-focals.
- One-column interior design allowing your notes to be next to the applicable Scripture
- Over 600 beautifully integrated illustrations facilitating your creative side, yet ample white space to create your own as well
- 2-inch ruled margins ideal for recording observations, lessons, reflections, prayers or notes
- Exceptional way to express yourself and your spiritual journey right alongside the Bible passages you read and study
- It's a perfect gift and lifelong keepsake
- Durable LeatherTouch hardcover binding will travel well and keep for years
- Eight pages of full-color maps
- Ribbon marker
- Gold page edges
- Presentation page
- 7-point text size
- 8.75" x 6.75"
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Saturday, July 23, 2016
Today I am failing as a parent. You have opened my eyes to see that I have let our children take control of our house and family. That is not your way. You want us to train them up in the way they should go. To be respectful, and most of all to love.
At 11:30 last night, Jaima, our 14-year-old, woke me up to tell me that the boys were in the bathroom, in the shower. Spraying water all over the place. In the cabinets. On the floor. Major flood warning. What would possess (I use that term literally and Biblically because it was certainly the devil who made them do it.) two of God's little creatures to even think of doing such a thing?!?!?!
We (she) cleaned up. Somehow they got to bed. I fell back asleep. I came out to the kitchen this morning to get my coffee. My purse was opened and contents spilled out all over the floor.
That's when it hit me. I was failing. You see, when I was growing up, we were taught that a man or child never touches a woman's purse. Basic respect. Rules laid out.
How did these things become ingrained in me and why hasn't it happened with our kids?
The answer? Demonstration and communication.
The first time they got in my purse I should have gotten down on their level and said, "This is mommy's. Purses are not to be gotten in to." Repeated as necessary until it was part of their thinking and belief system. Training them up in the way they should go.
Nope. I yelled. "Leave MY stuff alone! Don't you ever touch that again! Why don't you ever listen?"
So, what's a Mom to do?
First of all: Be strong and courageous! Deuteronomy 31:6
Then acknowledge that you need patient endurance:
Monday, July 4, 2016
Monday, May 30, 2016
Friday, May 27, 2016
Monday, April 25, 2016
It's almost 8 on a Monday night. The boys are hanging in the van with me while Jaima is at dance class. A good mommy would have taken them to a park or something. Not this girl. We are watching a movie. I'm showing them history. Yeah. That's it. I'm teaching them about drive-in movies. I sure hope root beer doesn't have caffeine in it. Sigh. #keepingitreal
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Monday, March 28, 2016
I was making coffee and looked out at the west pasture. There lay a newborn calf, mama licking her clean. Steam rising from her warm little body. Welcome, new life. Welcome.
Welcome to a world where the news is full of bombers. Women and children being murdered during a celebration of our Risen Savior. Welcome to a world of violence. But here, here on Thee Farm, you are safe. All is well.
I feel this way about our own babies. Here on Thee Farm, they are safe. Mama is here. Daddy to protect and teach. I trust God here.
In the "real" world?
So I will paint my world to you in words, not pictures. Let you imagine the steam rising from my coffee as I follow Thee Farmer outside. Walking in his frosty footsteps. As he lifts the fence line and climbs through. As excited as a child on Christmas morning. The little black spot I saw from the window? She rises up and turns around and her face is white. White and beautiful. And Thee Farmer tells her so. I giggle like a little girl. It is so amazing. I whisper, "Thank you, Jesus."
We spot another "surprise" baby and Thee Farmer says, "That's a twin. Gotta be. Looks like the one over there." And sure enough, they are identical. Two little black heifers. So innocent. He walks her to her Mama. Only Mama? She only wants the one right by her side. She shooed that little baby away. The baby that marched behind him like a puppy right up to her Mama? Rejected.
He carries her to the calf warmer in the shop. Cradles her as best as he can. It's gonna be all right little one. We will get you warmed up. Make you a bottle. Welcome to life.
My coffee has gone cold. My own babies lay safe and warm. They will rise and we will go about the rhythm of our day. And I will try to keep the peace. Teach them to love and not hate. Lead them to their Savior, not just by words and deeds and recitations, but by example.
Shelter them from the world for just a little while.
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
I got a little sidetracked, naturally.
|My office/creative space was a little uninspiring. Too much stuff that I no longer use |
and not much space for desktop work.
|I sorted everything into boxes. Kind of using the Konmari method of sorting.|
|I also have my Ikea cart that was just stuffed full of fluff.|
Monday, March 14, 2016
Click here for virtual bookshelf.
Just purchased this gem last week. I love Time Warp Wife and her blog. It was a good price and I love the accountability of filling all of these pages up with what I am learning from the Word.
Be looking for some reviews and giveaways soon!
Thee Farm Wife
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Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Yes, dear friend, life. Apparently it goes on all around and continues making messes and things to be remembered even when I've fallen and can't get up.
I'm eating leftover chicken bites from Pizza Hut that I ordered on purpose because I wanted to eat them cold for breakfast this morning. The whole ten pack. All by myself.
Laundry is piled up on the couch (sofa? davenport?) and I need to fold it and put it away. Or make the kids do it. Which means I have to let go of my perfectionism and let them fold the towels their way and not mine. Which makes me anxious. But I have to Let. It. Go. because come on, there's like a half ton of clean undies and towels laying there.
Jaiden and AJ just came in from jumping on the trampoline. Cheeks rosy. She says "rosy red." Jaiden just read the above out loud to me and I love how she gets me.
Off to make her tea, let her fold the laundry with me. Use this moment to just be. Clean up the little messes and not sweat the big stuff. Because, this right here, is my life. Our lives. Meant to be lived. And I am sure you totally understand. That these children are so important. Scrolling (trolling) Facebook is not. Tweeting. Blogging. Snapping. Nope.
Not a moment to waste. Teach them how to fold. Let them fold their way. Who cares!
Just make memories.
Monday, February 1, 2016
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Tuesday, January 19, 2016
|Meatballs! I ground up some of my homemade bread to make the breadcrumbs. These things taste so amazing!|
|Thatsa lotta meatballs!|
|You can make them as big as you want, but make sure they are all about the same size so they bake evenly.|
|I substituted French Onion soup mix because it was what I had on hand. If you haven't been to The Oak Tree in Plainfield you are missing out! Renee had every spice and mix imaginable. Organic and gluten free choices, too.|
Head over to The Holy Mess for the recipe!
Sara has an awesome recipe for mixing up ground beef to prepare several tasty options. I made all meatballs with mine and will freeze them. Then I can use them in spaghetti, subs, barbecued or to take to a needy family. Seriously, it took me less than five minutes to mix and form the meatballs. Then twenty minutes to bake each batch.
You'll find all sorts of awesome and inspiring goodness on her blog. She brings sanity to my crazy-mixed-up life.
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Friday, January 15, 2016
Honestly, my brains were all discombobulated. (Whew, I spelled that without spellcheck. Winning the spelling bee pays off again.) I kept going off on tangents. Thee Farmhouse was a mess. Thee Farm Kids were super hyper and Thee Farmer started a town job.
I pulled up my boot straps and started a schedule. Some routines to help me dance through my days. Because I was juggling and dropping a lot.
I asked some trusted friends what they needed help with. They confided that they wanted to know how I do it all. Well, our "it alls" are all different. But I will try and help as much as I can.
See, if I'm being honest, which I believe is the number one rule, I'm not perfect. I yell too much. Swear sometimes. Eat junk and drink Pepsi like it's liquid cocaine. I kicked a 20+ year cigarette habit more than four years ago, but Pepsi? A girl has got to have SOMETHING to be addicted to. Right?
I also make homemade bread...in a bread machine...that takes one hour and thirty minutes. I cook from scratch...but I plan most of my meals out ahead of time. I work outside with Thee Farmer...but I watch a couple of episodes of Downtown Abbey most days.
You can make up a little sing-song if you like. But it's the honest truth. Stop trying to juggle because you don't know how. Seriously, try and juggle a couple of oranges...you look stupid, have no coordination, and you are wasting time. (My apologies if you really do know how to juggle. You don't look stupid. You're amazing. I bow down before you.)
In the next couple of posts, I will walk you through a few steps to help you balance motherhood, work, wifery, and even being a farm wife, or a wife whose husband may be married to his job.
Rule number one: QUIT BEING A NAG. Just do what you gotta do without complaining and check back for the next post.
(Points finger at self.)