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MULLYGRUBS!

February 27, 2014 - Author: Amy

I think my cousin said it best, here.

The mullygrubs, man.  I’ve got ‘em.

I can’t remember hating a winter as much as I’ve started to hate this one.

This weekend marks the beginning of March, what should bring with it thunderstorms, warm rain, and spring blossoms.

The high on Sunday?

9.

Mullygrubs.

I’ve been stuck in the house entirely too long.  With nothing to look at besides walls, I’ve been plotting.  Just ask D.

Me: Do you trust me to hang those curtains?

Him: No.

Me: Will you hang them?

Him: Yes.

Me: Soon?

Him: Yes.

Me: How about now?

And our poor dining room wall…. the one that has been waiting for a cow for almost a year now.  I still can’t find a cow!  But this morning I was looking through some old photos and I came across this one.

skull

I took it a couple years ago at my in-law’s farm.

Is it entirely tasteless to hang a dead cow head above the dining room table?

Thinking about doing it anyway…

21 Comments - Categories: Kansas, Uncategorized

Fall, Y’all

August 3, 2012 - Author: Amy

Not to be overly dramatic or anything, but I think I might be dying a slow and agonizing death.

From heat stroke.

I have the opposite of cabin fever, I think, thanks to the weeks upon weeks of triple digit temps.

I’ve never been a summer lover, to tell you the truth.  I don’t like to be hot and loathe sweating.  I’d much rather wear boots than flip flops, and please the spiced apple cider.

My body’s natural reaction, therefore, is to go into straight up denial that it is August and not October. 

D has noticed the subtleties.  As I continue to drag my newly unboxed treasures from the basement into our living spaces, accents of cinnamon and burnished orange follow me.

D: “Aim?  I think it’s still summer time…”

Me, lovingly placing my cinnamon spiced pinecones with their maroon and gold ribbons into a wooden bowl: “Not for me, it’s not.”

D: “Got it.”

 Gone are the Island Breeze Scentsy cubes.  Our house smells of Creamy Caramel now.  It is never, ever too early to welcome fall.

Just ask my fall Pinterest board.

Truly, I could live in an eternal autumn.

Swoon with me now….

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Who’s with me?  Are you sad to see summer go?  Or do you welcome fall as I do?

One more.

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~swoon~

32 Comments - Categories: Kansas, Uncategorized

Green Thumb… I Hope.

March 21, 2012 - Author: Amy

For reasons beyond my own comprehension, I’ve felt compelled to start a garden at the new house.

I’m not a gardener.  I’m not overly concerned with organics.  I don’t like bugs or being hot.  In short: I’m not outdoorsy.

Yet the desire remains.  D fully encourages it and enjoys the opportunity to make various jokes about “hoes”.  Ahem. 

He even bought me a gardening magazine that I haven’t read, but the pictures are real pretty. 

What I’m saying is that besides pinning a few ideas, I have yet to make a concerted effort to make my dream garden a reality.  That is, until our neighbor came over the other day.  He was tilling?  plowing?  hoeing? his own garden and asked if we’d decided where we’d like ours to go.  I mumbled something about tomatoes and waved my arm in the general direction.  D gave vague instructions as to the size, and our sweet neighbor tilled?  plowed?  hoed? us a garden bed.

It is 10×20, and I know I’m new to this gig, but that seems awful big.  Feeding an army big.  Having to learn how to can things big.

But I’m up for the challenge, I guess.  As long as the weather is nice and it doesn’t get too windy.

Here’s another view so you can kind of see where everything is.  We own all the road frontage to the right of this pic, and those red gates are the entrance to the driveway.

Which reminds me.  While the neighbor was over, his little boy came to chat and was all “Hey Amy, which tree did you back in to?”  le sigh..  I shall never live it down.  See that clump of trees?  That evil, hateful clump of trees the driveway winds through?  That was the site of my little accident

But I’m happy to report that I, my ego, the bank account, the car is fully recovered.

I may have to sell my plethera of fruits and veggies to make up for that one. 

30 Comments - Categories: Home Building, Kansas

Paxico

August 31, 2011 - Author: Amy

Paxico is a great little historic Kansas town known for its shopping and antiquing.  In fact, it has very little else! 

Very, very little else.  ;)

But if you’re in need of something old, unique, or refurbished, Paxico is the place for you!

We were in the mood to do some treasure hunting over the weekend, so we strapped Junior into his kangaroo pouch and went shopping, guns a blazin!

Maybe we would find a great old table I could use for our outdoor space.. or maybe some cool chairs to accompany it.  Perhaps some antique light fixtures, or an old milk tin to decorate with wheat stalks and sunflowers!

My mind was racing and my checkbook was burning through my pocket.

Wanna see what we I got?

  

 Bwahahah!!  Aren’t they amazing?! 

So we didn’t end up with any house finds – whatever.  Vintage cowgirl boots are the bees knees!

Moral of this story?  Marry someone like Tex who has an eye for things he knows you’d like (and doesn’t care if you spend dollars on used boots).  :)

2 Comments - Categories: Kansas, Uncategorized

On Kansas

July 29, 2011 - Author: Amy

I never intended to stay in Kansas.

When I was young, I had big city dreams.  I had no notion of what I wanted to do once I got there, but wanted to get there nonetheless.  I would get a giant apartment on a server’s salary just like on “Friends”.  I would decorate in shades of lavender, shop till I dropped, and just be fabulous in general.

But then I visited several big, large, HUGE cities and quickly learned that they’re stinky.  The people aren’t as friendly.  They have trash bags taller than me piled on sidewalks.  They’re expensive!

 

And gosh darn it, I like being able to drive my own vehicle to my desired destination and park right up front.

So I wasn’t sure what to do with myself post high school, so I stayed in town and went to college. 

Then I wasn’t sure what to do with myself after college, so I stayed in town and went to graduate school.

Then I got a job.

Then I married Tex.

Then we had Junior.

And here I still am!

And truly could not be happier.

We got out the other night to do some crop touring.  (ie: we took a drive.)  I looked to my left and saw my love.

I looked in the back seat and saw my little bitty love.

To my right?  Love.

Behind us? Love.

Where we ended up?  Love!

I no longer dream of moving away.  I don’t even think about it.  Wouldn’t even consider it.

I want to be buried here.

2 Comments - Categories: Kansas

Paradise

July 14, 2011 - Author: Amy

We drive past this place on our way to my in-laws, and I just love it.

I think it’s a very charming reminder that not everyone’s idea of paradise looks the same.

1 Comment - Categories: Kansas