Monthly Archives: March 2011

Fird Day

My 3 y.o. looking at my desktop  Third Day pic: “Oh, dat’s Fird Day. Dat’s da guitar guy (Mark Lee), dat’s the deer da deer guy (Tai Anderson) (the sound he makes for bass when Make Your Move comes on), dat’s da drumming guy (David Carr) ,dat’s da sing-song guy (Mac Powell) . You and daddy sit in the seat cuz if U stand on da stage, Third Day (fird day) will squish U.” Be afraid, be very afraid. How cool is it he knows who’s who? Not sure of the stage-violence logic, though…..

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Stomp the Wombat

My day started with Jillian making green cream of wheat and me rushing out to Mid-America Labs to have Seth’s blood drawn once again. The last time, the important” stuff came back normal but his lymphocyte count was up. Just a small thing, really. A brief Google search resulted with scary words like “cancer” popping up so I quickly closed the window. I went through freak out phase with his earlier issues that turned out to be non-issues. (See earlier posts…after I transfer them here.) Before I left, I told Ben to tell Lenae to take The Big Blue (our 15 passenger) and that I’d meet them at the shop. He told Lenae but somehow the message was missed plus Lenae’s alarm didn’t go off so my “staff” was still home when I returned. The soup was not heating up in the kettle and Reubens were not warming in the oven.  That was fine, we were still okay on time so I didn’t spaz. That could have been the start of a bad day but the sun was shining; it was all good. Add to the hustle and bustle of the morning, the pain in my shoulder became worse (pulled something – and I have a high threshold of pain so if I notice pain, it’s worse than I think it is) and I fought the urge to become….grumpy. So I went to the chiropractor after driving the crew home after work. I can’t tell if it helped, yet. I feel worse but that’s not abnormal so we’ll see tomorrow.

All that being said, all of that craziness made the laughter of the evening’s card games a welcome release. The outlandish things that came out of the mouths of my DH and kids kept me posting on TweetDeck all evening: ‎”Okay we need a glass of water, a sharpie, and a very sharp spoon.” Natalie helping make up rules for a new card game. Craig’s card game rule: “and you can’t touch the table.” Noah: “And it’s called ‘Stomp the Wombat”(thank you, Penguins of Madagascar). Craig: “What part of don’t you understand don’t you understand?” Whacked. They’re all whacked. We don’t need TV. We’re our own sitcom.

Play with your food,

Michelle

St. Patrick's Day Cream of Wheat. Ew. The kids loved it!

Isabelle is Irish

Isabelle is Irish!

I May Never Pass This Way Again

I haven’t been blogging because I told myself that Quickbooks and Taxes are a priority and must be done first. BUT…I’m cheating by blogging that I’m not blogging for said reasons. I hope to have my part done by the weekend then dump it all in the accountant’s lap. Pray for the woman.

(In my best Arnold accent) I’ll be back….

I Like It Here…

My first blog was on Homeschool Blogger. I hear it’s been improved upon but I’m a scrapbooker at heart and needed to be able to load photos with ease.  So I moved to Blogger. Much better and has served me well but up until recently, we were on dial-up and Blogspot didn’t always load up very quickly, if at all. I didn’t really make my blog known as there was a lot of tweaking I wanted to do but the dial-up and some limitations of Blogger fed my appetite for procrastination. I’ve been wanting to do a hodge podge blog where I can keep my general journaling and photo-posting, share my vast wealth of knowledge on zookeeping,  talk shop with other homeschoolers, chronicle our adventure into the catering business, offer some spiritual introspection with Biblical exploration here and there, AND host a foodie blog all in one place. I guess we could call it a scatter-brained blog but that’s how I roll.  SO, pages I need and flexibility to be creative with layout and so forth. And here I am, giving it another go. I am impressed with what I have found here and the recommendations to set up residence here have convinced me that I will be very comfortable here. I make no claim to being a great writer but I think best through the printed word, written and read, and I need the therapy. Here’s hoping I stay motivated and others might be blessed by my efforts.

Play with your food,

Michelle

Whew!

I am pretty sure I’m brain-dead. I stared at the monitor trying to think of some clever title but, alas, I am exhausted and starting to doze off as I type. We had a pretty full day, I must say. We had the Chamber of Commerce lunch order – 8 lunches, and while I was gone, another order came in for 3 more. Then a gal came in for soup. Then we got another call from CVS down the street for another lunch order. Then I had a consultation with a couple from the St. Vincent DePaul Ministry about a Mother’s Day Cheesecake fundraiser. We may be baking up to 100 cheesecakes in May! THAT is what I’m talking about. If that were to happen each day, I might just be able to pay the bills! I could tell it was fulfilling for the gang to have work to do and to be serving others up some yummy goodness that’s appreciated. It’s Wednesday so that means Lenae and Jillian worked at the dance studio. I decided to use the time to work on our upcoming newsletter while Noah worked on school. Jillian has been trying to find an at-home culinary course of study but as suspected, one must spend at least some time at a culinary school to reach the status of chef. We’ll see what College Plus might have to offer.
After a few rounds with the laundry and hanging out with my youngins, my older girls and I headed out to Tim Horton’s to take advantage of the Wi-Fi (and the coffee) to get some work done. The valley we live in is such a drag on our air card, it’s pointless to try to do anything like tutorials, I-tunes, or working on a blog when it’sssssss …..sssssssooooooo……slooooowwwwww. It may as well be dial-up but it’s better than nothing.
What the Fechers ate: Sausage Florentine Pie – sorry you missed it.

Farewell Aunt Corky

My Aunt Coralie died yesterday. Due to the fact that she hadn’t been to church in years and didn’t have friends, it was decided there will be no funeral. I have mixed feelings about my aunt and her passing away. She babysat me, came to the hospital when I had my first baby and brought a large, pink bunny due to Easter being the following week…I think she may have visited with at least one other birth. She was tickled each time I had a baby and just thought it wonderful we had so many. Somewhere along the line, she was introduced to alcohol and started drinking herself to death. When her health started to decline and she became near blind and housebound, unable to go out to get her booze, she replaced that addiction with food. She was already overweight but her drinking and dietary habits sent her body to the point of no return. I think she was 55. That’s pretty young, IMO. I was angry with her for awhile as her health became a burden on my mom. My mom took care of my bedridden Grandma and Grandpa for years and she found herself trying to take care of a bitter, miserable, sick alcoholic who was ungrateful and witchy to my mom all of the time. Yes, she had been sweet and still could be but alcohol ruins people. Though I would get angry at her I kept finding myself just feeling sorry for her and praying for her. I prayed she would remember the seeds planted when she had sought after God, was baptized and attended a church. I am heartbroken that a person can go through life only to come to the end friendless and feeling so miserable you’re willing to drown your sorrows in booze until it takes your life. I pray I live in such a way that friends and family will want a service of some kind to say goodbye not because I want to be popular, but because I want to be a blessing to others. This is not to say my aunt wasn’t a blessing. Obviously, I was blessed by her being my aunt or I wouldn’t feel grief. I just wish she had found herself by looking outside of herself and looking to God.

1 Peter 2:12
Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us.