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<\/a>\u00a0<\/p>\nand that’s only half of it.\u00a0 Cooked up some of those peppers for some chicken enchiladas for dinner.\u00a0 Yum.<\/p>\n
Off to bed.<\/p>\n
I tried to answer all emails tonight so if you emailed me and didn’t get an answer, go ahead and email me again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
night.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s so hard to spend the weekend without hi speed and wi-fi.\u00a0 I have gotten so spoiled that I just feel like stomping my feet while I wait for the ancient dial-up to come to life when I am at my parents house.\u00a0 Then it never connects, too many people trying to use it all at once, or something like that.\u00a0 Anyway, we are back from a weekend at the farm, which isn’t really a farm farm, more like a small horse farm- only it hasn’t had horses in the past few years.\u00a0 But that’s a whole other story.\u00a0 We decided to head out after Andy got off work on Friday because I realized that I could really benefit from an extra pair of hands.\u00a0 Since I started my business, it has been pretty steady except for a few slams here and there when I would get a mention on someones blog or a shopping site.\u00a0 Ali’s blog sent a lot\u00a0of orders my way.\u00a0 Everyone is always so nice when I get slammed.\u00a0 I make each bag myself and it is a step by step process.\u00a0 I like to think about the person that ordered the bag as I am constructing it.\u00a0 My order sheet will tell me if it is the only bag they ordered or if they chose one in every color.\u00a0 Sometimes people will share information with me, like if they are ordering one for themselves and one for their daughter.\u00a0 I always like that because that is something my mom would do.\u00a0 Anyway, I just want to thank everyone for being very patient. The first night at the farm our Golden Retriever was going nuts.\u00a0 90 lbs. of nuts.\u00a0 So Blake and I went outside to run around with her, she was so excited to be there.\u00a0 When I saw her stop and sniff the ground for a while I went over to see what she was looking at.\u00a0 It was a baby bird.\u00a0 A storm had come through the night before and it must have blown out of the tree.\u00a0 We picked it up and put it in a box.\u00a0 Andy was doubtful, thought we should just leave it and let nature take it’s course but I couldn’t leave it there.\u00a0 My dad looked around for a nest, but couldn’t find one.\u00a0 He looked at me and said, “you do the best you can do”.\u00a0 I knew he meant that I should try to save it but not to count on it surviving.\u00a0 So we took it inside and put it in the laundry room.\u00a0 I decided that it needed a nest and Andy suggested I get some dog hair, the birds in our backyard always take the hair out of the yard after I brush the dogs.\u00a0 So I went out and tried to pull some hair off but they weren’t shedding.\u00a0 So I got some scissors and cut a bunch off Barley’s tail.\u00a0 I made this really nice bed for the bird and we fed it some watered down corn meal with a straw.\u00a0 By the next morning the bird was jumping out of the box and even off the washing machine.\u00a0 We decided to put it outside in it’s box and fed it again.\u00a0 By the afternoon it had jumped\/flown away.\u00a0 Not sure what happened to it, but I would like to think it is managing on it’s own. Saturday I put my mom on interfacing duty.\u00a0 She was a trooper slaving over the iron all day.\u00a0 Andy took the boys swimming and I cut and sewed.\u00a0 I was amazed at how much smoother it went with someone helping out. Blake had a birthday party today that he needed to get back for so we got up early and headed back home.\u00a0 But not before Cole and I hit the garden for some fresh organic produce. Check this out \u00a0 and that’s only half of it.\u00a0 Cooked up some of those peppers for some chicken enchiladas for dinner.\u00a0 Yum. Off to bed. 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