We're getting closer....

It's like the confluence of the Missouri and Mississippi rivers here right now.   Things are coming at us from both sides.  We're still reeling from the effects of last weekend (and when I say "we" I'm referring to "me") when "we" had these lovely sweet lovely sweet crazy ten year olds over for a sleepover. 

And over here to the right we're gaining the view and losing some red pines in preparation for a very exciting project I have in the works.

And as you can see over here to the left I won't be able to enjoy the new view of the valley because one tiny little Bee is using her paws to request entrance into the house.  Exhibit A is evidence of her lack of training and her overall general feelings of ownership over this kingdom.

And over here to the left are pieces of evidence of two very cute identical twin boys whom I have not seen in over ONE YEAR but with whom I'll be visiting with on Thursday.  It's always a sad day to visit with babies who don't recognize you or your smell.  But I can't wait to smell them.  However, they might be a little sketched out if I come too close too soon.  I'll take it slow.

And over here to the right is the one year anniversary of Liebe's death, which is right around the corner.  Still waiting to hear from the artist who I hired out to paint an oil on canvas print of Liebe.  I'll keep you posted.

And over here to the left is the last two months I'm going to be "working" as their "nanny".  I've fallen in love with these kids and won't let any of them forget my smell or the fact that I'm their second mom.  And that's my final answer.

And over here to the right you have my back fat.  All 39 years of it combed into one shot.  It's right out there in plain view.  No, I'm just joshin'.  Well, no I'm not joshin' about the back fat.  It's just that I'm posting this photo because I think, if you look closely enough, you can see the tick bite on my back.  And today just happens to be the 2 year anniversary of when I found that tick on my back.  Well, I'll clarify here and say that Claire found that tick on my back.  And I just knew- you know how you know when you know?  Well, I just knew.   And I'm REALLY REALLY close to writing that post to say thank you to EVERYONE who had anything to do with my road to recovery but I'm not quite there.  SO SO close.  It's hard to believe it's been two years and I'll be glad when all is said and done but I'll let you know when we cross that bridge.  Over the Mississippi.  Or the Missouri.  Which ever one we're at when we're there.

And last but not least is this crazy adventure over here to the left.  Two baby piglets.  Too scared to come out.

 

One is polka dot.  And I'm not going to tell you what Claire named them because some day you might come to my house and have pulled pork sandwiches or the best maple ginger breakfast sausage you've ever ever had and you won't want to know you're eating Wilbur.  Ah, shit I told you.

But I know you're still gonna wanna come.  Because I'm getting closer to becoming a true homesteader.  And a hussy.  And I know you won't want to miss that.