24 hours

In 24 hours we went from this....

 To this....

Because of this...

After seeing my dad's truck today it is absolutely amazing that my dad walked away with a sore shoulder and some road rash.  The truck really looks good given the wild ride it took Saturday. 

Grateful

CORRECTION

July 7, 2012

“I saw it coming and I knew I couldn’t avoid it so I just grabbed the steering wheel to hang on for the ride.”  Those were the words from my father today after he was hit by a car running a red light that then fled from the scene. 

My dads’ quick response to swerve at the impending impact caused the other car to just hit the back passenger tire on the Toyota.  That point of impact caused the Toyota to roll over several times and on the final rotation landing on the driver side where it completed it's journey sliding down the road to the outside lane of Golf Links past Swan Road. 

The accident tonight was another wake-up call to how vulnerable we all are. 

The cliché “it won’t happen to me” I think is not often thought about for most people in a settled life.  It’s not that we are invisible to any kind of tragedy it’s just that we don’t take the time to savory the life around us.

I am so thankful that with time my dad’s shoulder will heal, the road rash will disappear, the pain from whiplash will slowly fade and the new truck will be paid off but what chaps me is that man who hit my dad had to see the severity of the impact and he just left not knowing my dad would be okay---there is a place in hell for people like that. 

My dad uttered the words I had thought about but was too afraid to say out loud… what if he had one of the kids with him?

Today I am blessed that my dad will live to see his 57^th birthday on Monday.  I am blessed that Bug wasn’t with him and I am blessed that I will live another day of my life with him in it.

A bullet was dodged today. 

***To the man who hit my dad you left the front bumper of your silver Pontiac Grand AM with your Utah license plate at the scene--thanks jack ass because we have your license plate number now.

Week-ending

 1.  Bug's quilt finally underway. 

2.  A basket of apples from our tree being enjoyed. 

3.  Squish's first face plant down the steps. 

4.  Grapes solving some brotherly conflict.

5.  A little R & R. 

6.  On a bicycle that's not built for two.

7.  A celebration of two years of sobriety.

8.  Preparing for next week with some rest. 

What is possible?

Is it possible to feel homesick for a place you've never been to? 

If you could afford the best schools in the world for your kids would you feel like you would be short changing their life by sending them to one?

My--or our--answer to these questions is "yes." 

Daddy-o and I have been talking (a lot) about moving to Idaho for sometime now. 

Here in Tucson we feel limited by our space and in Idaho, if done right, our only limitations will be ourselves.  How awesome would that be!

We feel that teaching our children how to sustain themselves is more important than a college degree. That piece of parchment may provide them a paycheck to buy the essentials but why not cut out the middle-man and just get them yourself? Not to mention that they will be an indentured servant for that piece of paper.
If we teach them how to be sustainable with their own hands and off their own land they will never have to rely on others to keep them fed, clothed and covered by shelter.

These feelings and ideas are nothing new.  It's what our great-grandparents did.  It's what they had to do!

In searching the Internet this past week we found our dream home and land.  It's only $800,000 over our budget so yesterday I hit up a Circle K for some lottery tickets.  Actually, I expect to be there weekly now. 

Unless we come into a windfall of money we know this dream of ours will take many years before it can all come together but everyday we will wake up and stay on our path that will take us to Idaho some day. 

These photos capture part of the every day life we want for our kids on our dream property. 

This moment

Camping in Greer, Arizona

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Where we are

Hello All:  I know it's been some time since I was last on here. During my time away I contemplated letting this blog go altogether.  I have enjoyed my time here but I don't like what I have felt was this constant pressure (that I have placed on myself) to be a hip and fun blogger like all the ones I read.  However, after much thought I want to give blogging a try again.  I am not sure how I am going to fit this into my daily priorities but I will try. 

So let's start fresh!

This morning after playing Farmer John I went around taking pictures all of the life we have in our front and back yard. 

These are three of the five fruit trees we have planted over the last year.  There are two apples, two peaches and an Asian pear.

Here is Squish enjoying an apple from this morning.

This is a new planting location for us this year.  When we bought this house there was a walled in area that once housed a spa.  I had high hopes of this one day being the perfect chicken coop but when the Daddy-O decided he needed a pool I figured it should go in here for safety reasons. 

In here is a mess of melons and various kinds of squash.  You see our first mound of compost didn't get hot enough to kill all the seeds in there so every time we use that compost we get a load of surprises.

 These are newest planters we have.  This was left over culvert from our rainwater harvesting set-up...

  In the newest planters there are tri-colored green beans, snap peas and more squash.

 This is one of our three grape vines.

This is kind of an overview of our main and original garden area (less most of the junk stacked up on the left).  It's not Homes and Garden pretty but it functions for food production.

In this area we have sugar pumpkins, corn, tomatoes, acorn and butternut squash, zucchini, okra, watermelon, garlic, bell peppers, pablanos and a few remaining onions.

Every year we try to find news places and food to plant.  Our new goal for this year is to set up aquaponics.  It's important for us to be as self reliant as possible for our food.  Neil was fortunate enough to get drawn and then to shoot an elk late last year so that has been our main protein source.  Unfortunatly, Neil was not drawn this year so our new goal for protein consumption will be the fish we raise in our back yard through the aquaponics system.

I hoped you enjoy seeing our little piece of this earth.   

A new chapter

Our oldest little man turned three last month

(Bug dressed for his cowboy themed 3rd birthday party)

and our youngest little man turned one this month.

(Squish's 1st birthday photo shoot)

With Bug, our oldest, it took me a long while to get to the point where I was excited about all the milestones.  Well, I was excited and I celebrated every one as any parent would but to me each new milestone also represented the fact that my baby was slipping away from me. I think every parent wishes they could keep their children as babies forever. 

(Birthday wishes for Bug)

You all know how long and hard the road was to conceive Bug and I felt like he was hitting each milestone at a very rapid pace.  I, at times, felt a bit cheated in having my baby for as long as possible.

(A special song from Great-Grandpa)

 

As the time has passed and with the birth of Squish each age is starting to feel like a new chapter in a book waiting to be read.  The first two years of Bug's life held so many exciting things and it seems with each age--or new chapter-- it is just getting better.

(Our tradition for the 1st birthday--Angel Food Cake with strawberries & whip cream)

At times I still have moments of sadness when I see just how old our kids are but for the most part I am happily awaiting to see how the current chapter is going to turn out. 

(That's the look of..."I'm too tired for cake--GET ME MOM!"

 Here are some additional photos for Squish's party...

If you ever need a photographer for your event I am sure my sister would me available.