Just being silly

Here's a cute quiz titled "What will you have to write on the chalk board?"
This one pegged me!
Yikes!
Boy am I glad that I'm not in school anym....Ohhhh a yellow butterfly! Pretty!

Tracy Johnson will have to write:

I will not be distracted by passing butterflies

'What will you have to write on the chalk board?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Pegged Keith too!
What will YOU have to write?

Keith Johnson will have to write:

I will stop drawing offensive cartoons

'What will you have to write on the chalk board?' at QuizGalaxy.com

House History

It's been too long since the last post!
But this piece of Bushel 'n' Peck history is worth waiting for.
Awhile back Keith and I visited the superintendant of schools office to see if there was
any documentation about our old house.
If you don't already know, our house used to be a one room school house!
I just got this photo from the nice gal at the superintendant's office!
# 6 Truly School -Built 1886- Opened March 9, 1888 and was abandoned September 30, 1931
I love the little girls on the horse with their wool stockings.
I wonder who these bunchkins were, and what their life was like in the Millegan valley back then.
When our home is finally renovated we'll party like it's 1899!
Yeah! A "Little House on the Prairie" theme! We'll keep Y'all posted.
Don't worry! You will have plenty of time to get your 19th century togs because the house has to be finished first!
Click on the picture below to get a better look at these darling girls!

Feast of St. Benedict

Happy St. Benny Day everybody!





St Benedict (480 - 547)
Benedict was born at Nursia, in Umbria, and studied in Rome; but he was unable to stomach the dissolute life of the city, and he became a solitary hermit at Subiaco. His reputation spread, and some monks asked him to be their abbot, but they did not like the discipline he imposed and tried to poison him.
Benedict organised various small communities of monks and nuns in various places, including the great monastery of Monte Cassino. He drew up a set of rules to guide the communal life of monasteries, and, though not the first monastic rule ever, the Rule of St Benedict has proved so wise and balanced that it has served as the foundation of practically every attempt at communal living ever since. It recognises that people aim at perfection but often fall well short of it, and aims to be a “rule for beginners” in which even the least perfect and least able can grow in spiritual stature. To visit a Benedictine monastery of almost any kind is to find oneself spending time among a group of people who, by their strivings to live and grow together, have become more and more themselves, as God intended them, instead of being crushed into false uniformity by some idealistic and authoritarian regime.
For those of us in the world, too, the Rule of St Benedict has much to say: it drags our eyes up to the stars but keeps our feet firmly on the ground; it calls us to perfection but keeps us sane. -- From universalis.com

Who wears the pants in this house?

Checkers does!





Yay! Our leaky dog is no longer puddling in the house!
Checkers thinks that she is a "haute dog" in her fancy pants!

If you don't laugh, you'll cry!

I've had a really BAD day.

It started out like any other; blue sky, happy dogs, nice breakfast with hubby, we even had a new neighbor
stop by for a visit.
Then it all changed...

Checkers started leaking... she is an old lady dog, and you can't be mad at her for making a mess. As Keith is cleaning up the puddle, and I was washing her rear end, I kept visualizing this poor dog in rubber pants and piddle pads. :(

Not long after that, Keith was poking around the house, when he noticed
(cue the dramatic music in a minor key)
new termite damage! Oh Crud.
The only thing you can do is find out the extent of the damage, treat and rebuild.
Here is the damage that Keith found under the siding.







While all this was going on, I was doing laundry and I hung a load up to dry on the clothesline.
This is one of the things I love about living here; laundry smells so good when it's dried outside.
Then I hear Keith vacuuming up termites and laughing hysterically. He's getting his revenge by throwing the full vac bags in the burn barrel along with the damaged wood, termites and all. So, if you think you have felt a disturbance in the force, that's why.

Back to my BAD day.
I decided that we were going to need more vac bags, and Keith wanted some stuff from Poulson's, so I went to town, and ran the errands. The last thing on my list was the Vac bags, but I discovered that the vacuum store that carries Kirby bags is closed! What the....? Why would it be closed today? It's not the 4th of July! Doh!
I then looked up and noticed a huge storm, coming in fast! Doh! Remember the laundry?

I raced back home in the pouring rain, hoping that Keith might have taken the laundry down, but no. He was occupied with slaying termites.
So I went out and took down the sopping wet clothes...no big deal? it probably wouldn't have been except that
A BIRD FLEW OVER AND POOPED IN MY HAIR!

GAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Lord, you have to be kidding me! I hope you are laughing, because I AM NOT at this moment.