Thursday, April 25, 2013

SOCCERPRACTICECHICKENCOOPBUNNIES!

The title sort of sums up what my life has been like lately.  First, the soccer!

Miss Boo is playing soccer.  There are uniforms and cleats and snacks and game times.  (Although two snacks during a half-hour game seems over-snacked to me, but it seems to make it fun for everyone except the parent who is supposed to bring the snacks.)


She is #23.  She runs hard, and sometimes gets a good kick.  She got a goal her first game!  (I think they arrange it so almost everyone gets a goal at this age, but we were still proud.)

The Husband and I are still brewing.  We've moved up to having labels.  With knights on them. Because we bad like that.

The chicken coop is done.  I painted the whole inside in a tearing hurry with my beefy arms, and only just now is the soreness fading.

Those are a feed container and water container hanging from the chains.  The little window piece on the wall is where the nest boxes will go when there are nest boxes and the chickens are old enough to need them.

The door (massively heavy) with the pretty hinges.  (Pretty hinges, pointed out the Husband, cost only $2 more than ugly hinges, so we got the pretty ones.)

The (partially painted) side of the coop with the chicken door.

The back before the window shutters were on, with the cleanout door and an attractive tarp.

Chickens in the coop, reveling in the newfound ability to turn around.

MOAR chicken pictures.

The window shutters in place.

So we also drove to Idaho and bought half a cow.  It was labelled for us, but it makes it kind of eerie getting hamburger out of the freezer, because I keep thinking of that old Hitchcock story where the murderess served Roast Husband to the investigating cop.

Swinging in the park.

More swinging.

Slightly bored with swinging, considering the slide.

A pile of baby bunnies (we had baby bunnies April 1).  Eight of them!

One bunny!

What have you been doing lately?

Cheers,

Breanna

Friday, April 19, 2013

Loving Our Enemies

--Matthew 5:43-48

I always wonder about their mothers.

The first time was when there was a triple homicide in the town where we lived; a mother and her two kids were killed and their house was set on fire.  For weeks the police couldn't find who did it, and we hoped that when they found "the guy" that he would get the death penalty.  And surely, death is deserved for such a horrible, evil act.

Then they found the murderer--a 16-year-old girl who had been a babysitter for the family, who was turned in by her own mother.

And all I could think about was that mother, having to drive home from the jail.  I still pray for her.

I felt that way again when saw the picture this morning of the youngest of the two brothers that planted the bombs in Boston.  He's 19; he looks so young.  Am I saying he shouldn't have to pay for doing something so wicked, because he's 19?  Not at all.  But I can't stop thinking about his mother, about when this bomber was a little boy, a baby the same age as my baby.  What happened to him between then and now?  What makes a happy baby into a cold-blooded murderer?  He's got to pay for his crimes, but how I wish someone could have stopped him--saved him.  How I wish someone could have saved that 16-year-old murderess.

And then it occurs to me that this is how God must feel, looking at us.

We love our enemies not because they deserve it.  By definition, an enemy is someone who has hurt us or who wants to hurt us.  An enemy is a bad guy.  We are told to love them because that's how God loves us--He loves us even though we were rebels against Him, His enemies.  This makes no sense, does it?  Why does He love us when we behave the way we do?

Likewise, prayer for these men--our enemies, bad, wicked, evil men--does not make sense, does it?  But you see above that the Lord Himself tells us to do it.  I don't think He meant just tiny enemies, or enemies that don't kill anyone, or enemies that haven't broken the law.  I think He meant all of them.

So how can we pray for men like Dzhokhar Tsarnaev?

Well, we can certainly pray that he is caught.  "Getting away" with his crimes here on earth is not beneficial for his soul.  Justice needs to be served.

We can pray that he doesn't die when the police and FBI get him, in order that he can be questioned (so that others will be protected, if there are more people connected with these attacks) and so he has a last chance to hear and accept the Gospel.

We can pray that he doesn't hurt anyone else.

And we can pray for his eternal salvation.

Do I want to pray these things?  Not really.  I'd like revenge.  An 8-year-old was among those murdered during the marathon.  I'd like Tsarnaev to die, preferably in as much pain and terror as he caused his victims.

But I'm a Christian, and I've been commanded to love him and pray for him, even though he's an evil man.  This is one of the distinctives of Christianity.  Christ forgave the men who nailed him to the cross.  He forgave Judas.  The martyrs in ancient Rome forgave the men who tied them up and turned the lions loose.  Can we do less and call ourselves Christians?

(Note that none of this means that we are against justice being served.  Even if every single one of my prayers above were answered, that wouldn't mean that Tsarnaev shouldn't get the death penalty.  I do believe that when you take lives, your life is forfeit--and I have Biblical backup for that.)

So.

I encourage you to pray for the police and the residents of Boston, that no one else will be hurt today.  Pray for the medical personnel who are dealing with the wounded from the marathon and the noble, wounded policeman from today.  Pray for the family of the police officer who was murdered earlier today.

And pray for the murderer, and for his mother.



Breanna


P.S.
I am aware that I'm asking you to do a difficult thing, and it's okay if you feel like you can't.  I just felt led to post this today.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Cooping

So we ordered chickens.  The Husband decided he would design and build the coop.
The first thing was digging and leveling.  So much leveling.

So much digging.

And we had help.  They got very very very dusty.

(Just a picture of the mountains over my back fence...

(...I thought they were pretty that day.)

This is what the Back 40 looked like before, btw.

This is the sunburn I got while foolishly leveling in short sleeves.  Yes, I am naturally that pale fishbelly color.  I was genetically engineered to live in a bog.

Here you see my shadow and the LEVEL cinderblock foundation.

Here you see the finger I mashed leveling.

The floor, which we built in the garage and then hauled across 4586 miles to the back back yard, where the coop was to be.


We had a handsome site foreman, though.

(Before we let the baby sit on it, we put chicken wire on under the OSB boards, and then put the OSB boards on.  The chicken wire will, we hope, discourage things that like to chew through floors and eat chickens.)

Inspecting the level-ness of the floor.  It darn well better be level.

Then it was Easter!


(The Husband said, "Did you get a picture of the two walls up?"  I don't have any framing pictures of these walls.  Suffice to say we framed them in the garage--they all had to be trimmed--and carried them 937 miles to the back back yard, where we nailed them to the floor.  Which seemed flimsy to me, but then we put some steel ties on them and nailed THOSE to the floor.)

Anyway.  Easter.  Eating candy in your slip and tights because you don't want to get your dress dirty.

Eating candy in jammies and bed-head.

Eating candy with what later turned out to be a fever.

Fancy Easter hair.


Showing off her stickers...

And the Easter dress.

This is the post-Easter playclothes, and a baby doll she resurrected and named Melissa.

The chicks arrived on Easter Monday.  The surprisingly tolerant post office called to tell me I had a peeping package waiting for me.

So I went and picked it up.  This is the chick we call "Bootsie".  S/he is a fancy "exotic" breed that the hatchery threw in for free/because they want to get rid of their exotic chicks/in case a chick died.  S/he has feathers on his/her feet.

She got sick on the same day that Daddy was sick enough to stay home from work, Thursday of Easter week.  We didn't get a lot of coop work done, obviously.

They didn't really care.  They are living in a box with a lamp at the moment.

We got all the walls on; we tried to lift the roof on and it was much, much, much too heavy.


Which turned out to be good, because we realized we had to trim the OSB.  We kinda forgot about that when we were trying to lift the roof in the rain.

See? big square box, no slant?

Enter "sawzall" tool.  Voila, slant.

Then we wrapped it in Tyvek, because if you're going to build it (says the Husband) you should build it CORRECTLY.


We did some finegalling and took the roof apart and put it back together on top of the building.  (I hate pulling nails.)

Looks pretty good though, doesn't it?

Now we just have to insulate and put down flooring (we bought a linoleum remnant to protect the floorboards) and put up the interior walls (doing it CORRECTLY).

And hang the door.  And put in the next boxes.  And paint.

Oh well, it's a nice little three-weekend project. ;)  And I think my husband is pretty smart for knowing how to build it all by ourselves.

Cheers,

Breanna

Monday, March 18, 2013

Thoughts on Planning

Or possibly your Tuesday, since I'm posting this so late.

1. I had a very eventful trip to California for a family event and lost the brakes in my Explorer on the way home.  GOD IS GRACIOUS and we got back to the house alive--the brakes died in a slow, gentle fashion instead of failing on one of the numerous hills between here and Tonapah, Nevada.  So I got to experience the great local tow-truck service and the equally great local Les Schwab Tire.  Thanks tow-truck guy and brake guy at Les Schwab!  But, of course, most of all thank You, Lord.

Here's the thing; the reason that the brakes were failing was that somehow we nicked the brake line while crossing the desert, and the fluid was leaking out.  Through God's grace we chose a different route than we had on the trip down to California--one that took us through a town; otherwise there would have been nothing for 300 miles between Tonapah and Carlin, NV.

By the grace of God we wound up coming home through Battle Mountain, which meant that we were able to stop in the eensy weensy little town of Austin NV and buy brake fluid, which we just kept putting in until we got home.

BUT the situation would have been simpler if we had taken a can of brake fluid with us in a car emergency kit.  (I even thought to myself before we took off, "should I put together a car emergency kit?" but then decided to content myself with some bottles of water and a first-aid box.)

So the takeaway from my spooky brake experience is this: keep a can of brake fluid, a bottle of power steering fluid, a bottle of antifreeze, and any other fluids your car might need in a box in the trunk, along with a shovel, a blanket, and any other emergency supplies.  If you never have to use them, awesome.  But they MAY someday save you from having to walk to a call box to call for a tow in the cell-phone-service-deathtrap that is the desert between Tonapah and Battle Mountain.  Also, God is great.

2. Interesting things are happening in Cyprus.  Even NPR thinks so, and they are not generally known for being a bastion of preparedness.

Now, I don't want you to go buy silver or gold, or stuff all your money into a mattress, or anything like that.  But I do think that it's a good idea ANYWAY at ANY time to have a few hundred bucks in cash put away in a safe place--or several different safe places--in your house.  It's not impossible for a bank holiday to be declared here; it's happened before.

You already know that I think you should have a couple of weeks of food on hand.  If you look on my sidebar, you'll see the Tang-Heavy Food Storage plan link.  This is a very inexpensive, easy, albeit plain and Tang-heavy, way to get a small stockpile.  I think you should not be without this, or a healthier equivalent if you have the cash and time to upgrade the stuff on that list.  (Personally I can't abide the canned mustard greens.  I had some, we made casserole with cream sauce and French's fried onions on top, and they were still only marginal.  Instead I store canned green beans and dehydrated peas, which reconstitute to be as good as fresh peas.)  All the same thought processes apply to water--I think you ought to have a filter and some bottled water put aside, minimum.  You can find much, much, much more on both of these topics with Google.

3. But possibly more important than Stuff to have on hand are Skills--now is the time to make sure you know how to do what you need to do.  I was trying to think of a basic List of Necessary Skills a while back.  At the moment I'm shaped by recent experiences, so here's a quick, off-the-top-of-my-head list of things that you might want to know about in the weeks and months ahead:

-Homemaking skills like cooking and baking, mending, and simple repairs.  They take more practice than you might think.  Practice now, while you can still order a pizza if the quiche goes bad.

-Basic automotive knowledge--I didn't really understand there WAS such a thing as a brake line filled with fluid until ours failed, and I've even been trying to learn about cars...I don't know hardly anything, and I don't like it.  However, did you know there's usually a little sheet with your car's manual that has a list of all the things you're supposed to do, in an ideal world, to maintain the vehicle?  It's useful, and makes you go Google things like "what's a rear differential do?"  (Answer: it differentiates.  Really.  Things on a car have mind-numbingly simple names sometimes.  Like a transmission?  Transmits.  An alternator?  Alternates.  For serious.)  There are also some good books on the subject that I need to study more.

-Basic first-aid knowledge and CPR.  This is something every adult should have, in my opinion, no exceptions.  It's very simple, a class is about $30, and you could save a life (or several).

-A rudimentary (I do mean rudimentary, because the subject is huge) knowledge of how economies and financial markets work.  This doesn't get into whether you like Adam Smith or not, just how the different markets affect each other.  For instance, do you know what "sovereign debt crisis" means? No? Maybe you want to.

-Math.  Can you balance your checkbook?  Do you understand your own financial situation?  Who owns your mortgage--is it your local bank or another company?  What's your interest rate?  How much would making double payments save you?  Do you get interest on your bank accounts?  How much?  Have food prices gone up in your neighborhood?  By how much?  Look at your electricity, water, and natural gas/oil/propane usage.  Has your usage increased or decreased since last year?  (There's usually a little graph on the bill.)  How does it compare to national average?  Can you get your usages down at all?  Which of your appliances/applications use the most water or power?  (My dishwasher uses 3 gallons per load, and my washing machine uses 5 gallons.  A bathtub half full of water is about 12 gallons.  The biggest energy hog in my house is easily the air conditioner, followed, interestingly, by the flat-screen, which continues to draw power even when it's off unless we turn off the power strip at the wall.)  You have to be comfortable enough with percentages and other basic math to track all these things and make adjustments in your use, or you might get nasty surprises down the road.

-How to localize.  This is where I cross paths with hippie-dippies, although I have different motivations.  I really don't have a huge beef with The Man (as represented by Walmart and McDonald's), but the problem with big multinational corporations is that when they fail, all their locations shut down.  (See: Borders, and many other retail chains--probably J.C. Penny by the end of the year.)  Then, because generally a multinational corporation can outperform a local shop, we wind up with neither the local shops nor the big corporations.  Note once again that I don't have a problem with corporations as such.  They are not evil for existing.  They serve a useful function.

I sort of am a middle-of-the-road person on this subject.  We eat fast food when we travel and I still buy some things from Walmart and Amazon that I can't find anywhere else.  (There are not a lot of places in town that sell kid clothes, for instance.)  But I try to buy things from local businesses if I can.  So, for instance, I try to check the local hardware place before I go to Home Depot.  When the puppy got ahold of my black Roper clogs, I took them to the local boot and shoe repair guy (who only charged me $5 to fix them!) instead of buying a new pair.  We get our eggs from a neighbor and will be buying our beef from his aunt.  There's a small indie bookstore that I'm trying to check before I buy on Amazon.  We would rather patronize the local cafe than the national fast food chains.

These are small steps.  I'm not suggesting you never ever buy from a big corporation--I like many things big corporations produce, and for one more repetition: corporations are not inherently evil just because they are big.  What I am suggesting is that you diversify, not that you adhere to dogma about this.

That's my bossy rant for the day.  What are your thoughts?

Cheers,

Breanna

Monday, February 25, 2013

Memorizing Scripture Without 3x5 Cards

I'm actually very good at memorizing things, in some ways--I can remember the gist of almost anything I read (although I'm not photographic, I'm close) and I can memorize very accurately what I hear in a context (i.e., a song or a funny movie line).

I fail miserably when I'm trying to memorize text word-for-word.  MISERABLY.

This is a problem, because in order to meditate on Scripture you have to have it at your tongue's end, which pretty much means memorizing.  And memorizing the gist isn't enough for Scripture; you should memorize it exactly.

Enter the glories of the mp3.



Lately I've been memorizing the verses on this album, which you can get at Amazon as an mp3 album download or as a CD.  Well worth it.

I'll tell you why I prefer this to other Scripture songs--there are other products out there, but I have some issues with them.

Steve Green, for instance, makes a set of CDs designed to help kids memorize verses.  They're very adequate, but Steve's speaking voice drives me up the wall, and the music is very...um, 90s Christmas Program-esque.  The problem for me is that if I find the tunes annoying, I just won't be able to listen to the songs enough to memorize the words.  What can I say, it's a failing.  I don't do well with the branch of CCM that sounds like the background music to an assisted living facility commercial.

It's the same problem with Integrity's set.  Sorry, Integrity. Just not my cuppa tea.  Maybe it is your cup of tea, Dear Reader, and if so I have handily linked for you.

Seeds of Character, though, has inoffensive tunes (I don't know that I'd call them, like, outstanding or anything, but they are not annoying, and that's really enough for me), and when the singers speak, it's not Breathy And Dramatic In A Broadway Play Sort Of Way, like you often get.  And the verses in this album are the ones you really do want to have stuck in your head: basic Gospel texts, and verses that will keep you from murdering close family members when they ask for another !@#$ thing ("If I your Lord and Master have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another's feet...").

Mostly I'm bringing this up to tell you that you can find a way to memorize Scripture that makes sense to you.  For years I felt like memorizing verses with a tune was somehow babyish or second-best, like a real solid Christian would use the 3x5 cards that Bible study books are forever harping on.

Then I sort of woke up one day and realized that what matters is getting the Scripture into my brain so deep it's stuck there, not the method used.  (And also that monks who memorized all 150 Psalms back in the day did it by chanting them to a tune.)

A lot of spiritual disciplines are like this.  It really doesn't matter whether you pray with the ACTS method, whether you use a prayer journal, whether you use pre-written prayers or pray hymns or pray through the Psalms.  It matters you PRAY.

It doesn't matter HOW you memorize and meditate on Scripture, it matters that you DO IT.

One more recommendation, this one a book, The Discipline of Grace by Jerry Bridges.  It's fairly heavy going, because it's packed absolutely full of good stuff.  If you are feeling like there ought to be more to the Christian life than not subscribing to the Penthouse channel and going to church on Sunday, you're right.  This book is a really good starting point, and I highly recommend it.

Cheers,

Breanna

Friday, February 22, 2013

February Nights

You're all so patient, dear ones.  What have we been doing lately?  (You're dying to know.)

We had heart-shaped pancakes on Valentine's Day.

Someone came home from the hospital after surgery.

I wonder if you can guess whose lap he sat on.


Or how glad he was to be home.
(The Husband has taken to calling him "The Dog of Destiny" which has a better ring to it than a simple, ironic "Lucky".)
We are religiously picking up our socks.

Tonight we decided to build a spaceship.


The fact that it once was a foam couch is irrelevant.

"Mama, take a picture of me saying, 'silly face'!"
So I did.

"Can I see?"

Everyone in the ship together.

The Husband says he's my dog, but I know better.  He keeps a weather eye on those three beloved puppies in the spaceship, and picks me only as a second choice, or if I'm holding the treats.  He's a good walking buddy, though.  (That's why he's snoring into the arm of the couch.)

Cheers,

Breanna

Friday, February 15, 2013

Well, that was exciting...

As I told Aunt Kenny earlier:

"No matter how weird your day was, you did not have to rush a dog in to emergency surgery because he ate a random sock.  Be happy."



Lesson?  Every item of laundry in a hamper, every time.

Other lesson?  Thank You, Lord, that we put money in our savings account.