Sunday, July 29, 2012

Friday, July 27, 2012

Well... we're not totally averse to Five Guys as you can see. -- posted by Mom

Is it still considered a small burger when topped with every single topping such that it all can't stay within the bun?  And yes, she devoured every bite.

Five hours later and she's no worse for the wear, and probably lost weight. Every time I see those boney clavicles, I want to snap her "like a chicken" à la Aunt Voula in My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Rahm Emanuel: “Chick-fil-A’s values are not Chicago values." -- posted by Mom

Ya think?

I woke up to a Drudge headline linking to THIS.

God bless Truett Cathy's son, Dan Cathy, CEO of Chick-fil-A, for taking a godly stand in this perverse generation. For awhile now Chick-fil-A has been the only fast food restaurant we feel good about patronizing.

Tim Hawkins' Chick-fil-A song with Truett and Dan Cathy in the audience:

New Chick-fil-A song:

Original Chick-fil-A song with well over 3 million hits:

Monday, July 23, 2012

Denver Airport -- posted by Mom

Here's the link with pictures (slideshow) of the murals at the Denver Airport:

(Visitors, this is related to a conversation the family had during Bible time this morning.  I'm not promoting any particular conspiracy theory that may be promoted on the link... except that there's certainly something rotten in Den... ver.)

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Sally's New 'Do -- posted by Mom

Up close?  Farther back?  I couldn't decide, so here you go.

I had to force her to take those pictures, especially after I publicly made fun of her for taking the last one... which I also forced her to take. Haha.

Friday, July 13, 2012

I'll Fly Away -- posted by Momma

I've been charged with making sure you know this was when Richard was a little boy.

While we're on it, you should also know I had nothing to do with his hairdo or Clemson shirt.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Garden & Gun -- posted by Mom



Here is a cover sampling of my new favorite Southern lifestyle magazine.  It's out of Charleston and has been around since 2007-- don't know why I'm just now discovering it.

The New York Times didn't like it.  Well, boo-hoo gives a rip what the New York Times thinks!  Made me embrace it all the more.  The name alone probably confounded them.

The publisher, Rebecca Darwin, with 20 years of publishing experience in New York, hails from South Carolina.  Her response to the criticism was, "There are 40 million people that enjoy hunting and fishing; when you get outside of New York City, there is a whole other world out there.” 


Garden & Gun

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Compulsary Education -- posted by Mom
 Briton Riviére 1887

Assignments 7/10/12 -- posted by Momma

Here's the article on Lew Rockwell your father mentioned at supper last week:  Dirtying up our Diets by Joseph Mercola

There are a number of interesting videos linked to that article with information on nutrition in the wisdom of traditional cooking à la Sally Fallon, as opposed to the unhealthy fad diets that abound.  We know from what the Lord has already taught us, that a lot of physical and mental illness can be healed through good nutrition, but here's some good genuine science (as opposed to "science falsely so called") to back it up.

Obviously the best wisdom on nutrition comes from those traditions passed down through the ages.  The Lord walked with Adam and Eve and their children in those days, and taught them directly.  There's a comedian who has a bit wondering about who, in the beginning, had the brave idea to eat that white oval that comes out of the chicken's rear end.  Without wanting to spoil the hilarity of such comedic pondering, the fact is the Lord taught them to eat that white oval.  He taught them how to eat it raw and how to cook it!  So, in addition to what we glean from the scriptures about food, what the Lord enlightens us on at the mo, we can also look to those ancient traditions that have been passed down.

Look at these articles so we can discuss them soon:

Disclaimer:  I'm not promoting the GAPS Diet, per se, but rather the principles such as incorporating probiotics, fermented foods, animal fat, etc.

Also, I thoroughly enjoyed the fascinating lecture below!  I think y'all will too.  I don't know why it won't paste up closer to this sentence though, haha.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

This Should Be MY Theme Song -- posted by Sarah Grace

... Aaand it just so happens our Silver Queen is ripe.

This Should Be Our Theme Song... -- posted by Sarah Grace

'Cept we ain't negro.

Cornbread and Butterbeans Lyrics

Cornbread and butterbeans and you across the table,
Eatin' dem beans and makin' love as long as I am able,
Hoein' corn and cotton too, and when the day is over,
Ride the mule, and cut the fool, and love again all over.

Goodbye. Don't you cry. I'm going to Louisiana,
To buy a coon dog and a big fat hog and marry Suzianna.
Sing-song, ding-dong, I’ll take a trip to China,
Cornbread and butterbeans, and back to North Carolina.


Wearin' shoes and drinkin' booze it goes against the Bible.  A necktie will make you die and cause you lots of trouble.  Streetcars and whiskey bars and kissin' pretty women.  Women yeah that's the end of a terrible beginning.


I can't read and don't care and education is awful.
Raisin' heck and writin' checks, it ought to be unlawful.
Silk hose and frilly clothes is just a waste of money.
Come with me and stay with me and say you'll be my honey.


Repeat Chorus

Thursday, July 5, 2012

That's Usin' Your Noodle! -- posted by Momma

Here are some pictures of our watermeal farm. It's not an intentional farm, mind you. Watermeal is an invasive pond weed like duckweed (but worse) that can take over the surface of a pond and wreak havoc with the ecosystem. We had it last year and maybe the year before, but this year it reached epic proportions (a couple of inches thick) and I began to dread a fish kill.

About mid-spring it starts to cover the surface of the pond making it look like a golf course through summer and then dies back in the fall. I didn't pay it too much attention, other than complain about the eyesore of it all, as I was preoccupied with the rest of life. (Have y'all noticed that for a family always venturing into new projects, we can't manage to do two things at one time? In fact, we can't even blog and live life at the same time, lol!)

Anyway, I had googled up and found out that the herbicidal chemicals we're not even sure we want to use are thousands of dollars and there's no guarantee they will eradicate the problem the first year! Needless to say with Bill's car and our air conditioner going kaput, that's not gonna happen just yet unless the Lord orders it.  You know, the best part about being free from care is actually casting it all on the Lord and, well... not caring!  I wish I'd had this freedom years ago when I wasted all that time on pride of life.  Style and image were soooo important, lol.  At the time I would have denied it if anyone asked me if I loved money, since I wasn't really a big spender, but I sure did care about our family's status, haha!  Nevermore.  Not me, sister, free at last!

So, while we get educated (there's a lot of misinformation out there) and decide which direction we should go (chemicals, beneficial bacteria, tilapia, etc.), we decided to scoop it off in the meantime. I know it sounds like a Mike Rowe dirty job, and I guess it is, but we like being outside and we've made it fun.  Actually, it didn't become fun until I quit criticizing them for being boneheads before they found their groove in booming it, but since then, I've enjoyed laughing at their jokes, work stories, and listening to them perform numbers from Les Miz and Fiddler on the Roof!  Besides, I love being on the pond.  I love the James Earl Jones granddaddy bull frogs and the papery dragonflies and the sunbathing turtles soaking it up on logs.  And those splashy fish startling us by nearly jumping in the boat as if to thank us for our efforts... and the oxygen.  I love the breeze and how it ripples the water.  And I love how the harmony of the crickets and toads lull me to sleep in the evenings.  I just love our ugly, dirty old pond with all it's music and activity, just like the "Kiss the Girl" scene from The Little Mermaid (although technically that was a lagoon, I think), and I especially love how the kids have grown up like Tom Sawyers and Huck Finns.  Even Sarah would dangle her bare feet from a tree over the pond as she made her way through the Great Books.

You can see in the pictures the boom we made with 30 pool noodles from Dollar Tree. We go out in the flat bottom boat, make a circle dragging the long string of noodles behind us, and then catch the tail of the boom. Whoever is in the back of the boat, the paddler, takes the end noodles, one in each hand, and slowly pulls the watermeal toward the boat. It gets thick and wrinkly and we scoop it up with screens and pool skimmers. Then we plop it in the boat until we are on the verge of sinking, go ashore, fill the wheelbarrow, and tote it all to the compost pile. It's a beautiful system.

Unfortunately our watermeal has a seemingly supernatural growth rate.  In fact, the neon green color that doesn't show up in the pictures (mommy memo: after car and air conditioner buy the child a big-girl lens for her camera) gives it an otherworldly glow reminding me of Marie Curie's pocketful of radioactive isotopes.  Seriously.  And even though there's still a film on the surface of the pond, it's thin enough for light to penetrate it, which is the most important thing.

Wow, while I was writing this they finished fixing the air conditioner!  We didn't suffer too much even on those 107 degree days (we have fans and the unit worked at times).  We like to keep the windows open anyway and we hadn't even turned on the air conditioner but for a few times before it quit working, so we are as acclimated to the heat as I suppose we can be while living on the screen door to hell.  It's not just high temps here but also the outrageous humidity.  Since we're outside a lot tending the garden anyway, we're learning to do things like eat lots of watermelon and drink cucumber lemonade (oh yeah, delicious new recipe), which helps hydrate and keep us cool.  So all in all it was no biggie.

Oh, I forgot to say Happy Independence Day yesterday.  I don't know why.  I was here babysitting Margot while the rest of the family made the traditional pilgrimage to the Peach Festival to eat peach ice cream, listen to the bands, and watch the fireworks show.  Margot had surgery about a week ago due to an abscessed puncture wound that had to be scraped and cleaned and stitched up.  I don't actually buy that it was a puncture wound to begin with, but whatever, I kept her company and watched documentaries on Netflix.  Bill, evidently feeling sorry for me, swung by Food Lion before work this morning and brought home some Breyer's peach ice cream.  It's just not the 4th without it... maybe that's why I forgot about it until now.  Besides, we don't much feel like The Land of the Free anymore... but that's a whole nother post.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Nutrition -- posted by Mom


It's no secret that the US food supply is lacking in nutrition.  Heck, there's an entire category on Netflix documentaries dedicated to food.  The organic movement made us aware of how harmful pesticides are to our health, and films like Food Inc., Fresh, Dirt! The Movie etc., have raised awareness of the whole GMO issue, and how heirloom vegetables and fruit planted in healthy remineralized soil is the way to go.  Of course, heirloom produce is rarely available, and even when it is, you can't be sure what care the farmer has provided, as organic certification doesn't address any of that.

That's why we decided to grow our own food.  It's affordable, healthy, delicious, and makes for a wholesome family hobby.  We've always been drawn to that kind of lifestyle.  The ideal pancake breakfast for us is made from freshly ground 100% whole wheat pastry flour, eggs from our free range chickens, fresh goat's milk, juicy blueberries from our blueberry bushes, buttered and drizzled with 100% real maple syrup.  It just hits the spot.

Unfortunately with all the family tumult over the last five or so years we let some things go as we were inexperienced with handling trials while also maintaining livestock and a garden.  I still don't know how to have livestock bred while also dealing with life and death.  Surely it's possible, farmers have managed it for ages.  Of course most farmers aren't also employed by a bank.  And since Bill is in finance and travels a good bit, we can't even take advantage of banker's hours during the week!

Nevertheless, some of the boys are committed to tending the farm because they get it.  And they love it.  Even if it turns out not to be their "thing" when they're grown, I have the satisfaction of knowing my kids can grow their own food for their families if need be.

We have a farmer friend, James, at who offered this concise blog entry on the matter back in 2009: It’s Offical: Supermarket Produce = LOLZ

Also, check this out: You Say ‘Tomato’, I Say ‘No Flavor’: Did Color Kill the Tomato Taste?

I left this post in order to go out with the kids (Will even pulled up from work just in time) to pick our first harvest of corn for supper.  WE BEAT THE RACCOONS TO IT!  Yippee!

June Days -- posted by Sarah Grace