Have I blogged yet about wanting chickens in my backyard? If not, let me catch you up to speed. For months now, I've been talking to close friends and family about wanting to raise chickens for their fresh eggs. No roosters please, the cock-a-doodle-doo will surely wake the neighbors. Most thought I was joking, but Hot Wife knew that there was at least an ounce of seriousness which scared her.
Well apparently I'm not the only one interested in urban chicks. There is a whole movement as shown in the Kansas City . Com Article. The seed that was planted by Dr. Walsh may not be ready for harvest, but surely hasn't wasted away.
In the mean time, Hot Wife has found someone that was willing to barter fresh yard raised eggs for Arbonne products. I guess that's an okay solution.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
New Pics
Congratulations Michael!
Pics here: http://duffey.smugmug.com/gallery/8169529_rj4Jm#533324960_eMiMc
Duffey Family Update
Pics here: http://duffey.smugmug.com/gallery/4240497_zkPXk#533331267_FCRbp
Pics here: http://duffey.smugmug.com/gallery/8169529_rj4Jm#533324960_eMiMc
Duffey Family Update
Pics here: http://duffey.smugmug.com/gallery/4240497_zkPXk#533331267_FCRbp
Monday, May 04, 2009
Monsoon Season in The Ham
Okay, so it's been raining. Rain does a lot. It brings nourishment to plants, quiches thirst, and gives little birds a nice place to play. However, lately little drops from heaven have fallen for three days straight. Instead of bringing life and fun to the little birdies, we've got a leak in our ceiling and a flooded garden. I should take pics, but trust me on this one.
Another casualty of the rain is Toddler O's two-year-old pictures. They were penciled in three weeks ago, but we got lazy, then two weeks ago, and we were out of town, and finally this past weekend, and the monsoon won.
We'll eventually get to the "official" two year pics, but for now, here's a few snaps from the last few days.
Another casualty of the rain is Toddler O's two-year-old pictures. They were penciled in three weeks ago, but we got lazy, then two weeks ago, and we were out of town, and finally this past weekend, and the monsoon won.
We'll eventually get to the "official" two year pics, but for now, here's a few snaps from the last few days.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Veggie Tales II
Well, it's been a few weeks since my last post. Sorry folks, but things have been kind of crazy around here. Hot Wife is feeling noticably better now that she's on some roids to treat Aurther, the guy that keeps waking her up at night. Between stirring up some new real estate business and being the family man, I had some time thanks to Poppy to plant a garden. See previous post.
This morning, I stepped out into the cool brisk air to feed Herald and his buddies. Oops! I forgot to tell you about Herald.
[flashback]
Yesterday, Toddler O and I set up a worm farm to create black gold, aka worm poop for our houseplants and garden. I have had the idea to create a worm farm for a few weeks now and was on my way Friday to pick up some red wigglers from Walmart. I was talking to one of our best friends Megan when she told me to hold off. She knew a worm guy. Really, CIA herself knew a worm guy. Yep, she has a friend of a friend who met on facebook who knows the worm guy. So, I got his number and called him. I figure if you are the worm guy, you probably have better worms than Wal Mart's fishing variety.
ring, ring, ring.
Me, "hello this is Duff Stuff, are you the worm guy"
Worm Guy, "yep"
"Can I buy some of your worms?"
"Well they are kind of our employees right now since we specialize in selling what they produce"
"Ahh, well I'm a business man and completely understand. I'll just go back to Wally World and pick up some wigglers"
"No man, those just won't work as well"
And there it began, a thirty minute long conversation about worms. Worm Guy's dad even went to a worm convention a few months ago.
Anyway, after our conversation, Worm Guy ablidged and agreed to sell me 1/2 pound of high quality poop makers.
The next day, Toddler O and I went to meet Worm Guy and pick up the guys. O loved the idea of worms and the usually squeemish gal actually held one in her hand. Yep, the girl who eats with her hands, but can't stand to have them messy, picked up a worm. She named him or her, Herald. So we now have Herald and about 200 of his buddies eating up our scraps in the back yard.
Back from my flashback, I walked in the brisk morning air to see some of our sprouts coming up. I can clearly see something growning in the mounds we created for the zuchinni and squash. I scanned the other rows and think I see some other sprouts in the bean and pea family. Ahh, second that, it may just be debris from the storm last night. Argh! The tomatos look great and I think I even heard one of them ask when the worm poop will be ready.
This morning, I stepped out into the cool brisk air to feed Herald and his buddies. Oops! I forgot to tell you about Herald.
[flashback]
Yesterday, Toddler O and I set up a worm farm to create black gold, aka worm poop for our houseplants and garden. I have had the idea to create a worm farm for a few weeks now and was on my way Friday to pick up some red wigglers from Walmart. I was talking to one of our best friends Megan when she told me to hold off. She knew a worm guy. Really, CIA herself knew a worm guy. Yep, she has a friend of a friend who met on facebook who knows the worm guy. So, I got his number and called him. I figure if you are the worm guy, you probably have better worms than Wal Mart's fishing variety.
ring, ring, ring.
Me, "hello this is Duff Stuff, are you the worm guy"
Worm Guy, "yep"
"Can I buy some of your worms?"
"Well they are kind of our employees right now since we specialize in selling what they produce"
"Ahh, well I'm a business man and completely understand. I'll just go back to Wally World and pick up some wigglers"
"No man, those just won't work as well"
And there it began, a thirty minute long conversation about worms. Worm Guy's dad even went to a worm convention a few months ago.
Anyway, after our conversation, Worm Guy ablidged and agreed to sell me 1/2 pound of high quality poop makers.
The next day, Toddler O and I went to meet Worm Guy and pick up the guys. O loved the idea of worms and the usually squeemish gal actually held one in her hand. Yep, the girl who eats with her hands, but can't stand to have them messy, picked up a worm. She named him or her, Herald. So we now have Herald and about 200 of his buddies eating up our scraps in the back yard.
Back from my flashback, I walked in the brisk morning air to see some of our sprouts coming up. I can clearly see something growning in the mounds we created for the zuchinni and squash. I scanned the other rows and think I see some other sprouts in the bean and pea family. Ahh, second that, it may just be debris from the storm last night. Argh! The tomatos look great and I think I even heard one of them ask when the worm poop will be ready.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Veggie Tales
Tomorrow's a big day. No, a huge day. Whatya thinking... new house, new baby, new job. Nope, nope, and nope. Okay how about you learned a new skill, Sam. Nope again.
Tomorrow is the day that we prepare the garden for planting. Yep our 10' x 10' turned 20' x 30' for good measure will be tilled and planted tomorrow. Any veggie requests out there? Be careful, your request may be a curse come harvest time.
Well, this isn't that inspirational of a post, but I guess I want to setup for following posts with the results.
However, speaking of inspiration. Scott M, on American Idol is a huge inspiration. Wow! I am truly amazed about his talent and grace on stage. Heck, I've got two working eyes and wouldn't have that much grace not to mention a horrendous voice.
Tomorrow is the day that we prepare the garden for planting. Yep our 10' x 10' turned 20' x 30' for good measure will be tilled and planted tomorrow. Any veggie requests out there? Be careful, your request may be a curse come harvest time.
Well, this isn't that inspirational of a post, but I guess I want to setup for following posts with the results.
However, speaking of inspiration. Scott M, on American Idol is a huge inspiration. Wow! I am truly amazed about his talent and grace on stage. Heck, I've got two working eyes and wouldn't have that much grace not to mention a horrendous voice.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Happy Birthday "Baby" O
I suppose a two year old is not a baby anymore. Well, O, you'll always be your mom's and my baby. That's just the way it is. Your mom is still her parents baby and I'm still my parent's baby. Consider it tradition.
Well, in typical family fashion we celebrated her birthday for the entire week. Starting with Cece, Duff, Cole, and Michael paying us a visit the weekend before the official big day. Then Burt Burt, Aunt 'Tacy, Poppy, and Dede joining us for a cookout on O's actual birthday. And finally, other friends and family joined us for the big bash that took place the following Saturday. Wow! That's a lot of celebrating.
This time instead of sending you a bunch of snapshots to thumb through, I've created a collage.
Also, those who are reading this, please pray, think, or whatever you do for Cod. He and Grandma Issa weren't able to make it to O's party. While we missed them much, it turns out that Cod needed to be at home in the most certain way. You see he is very sick right now and is fighting all he can to get back home. We love you Cod! Get well very soon!!!
Well, in typical family fashion we celebrated her birthday for the entire week. Starting with Cece, Duff, Cole, and Michael paying us a visit the weekend before the official big day. Then Burt Burt, Aunt 'Tacy, Poppy, and Dede joining us for a cookout on O's actual birthday. And finally, other friends and family joined us for the big bash that took place the following Saturday. Wow! That's a lot of celebrating.
This time instead of sending you a bunch of snapshots to thumb through, I've created a collage.
Also, those who are reading this, please pray, think, or whatever you do for Cod. He and Grandma Issa weren't able to make it to O's party. While we missed them much, it turns out that Cod needed to be at home in the most certain way. You see he is very sick right now and is fighting all he can to get back home. We love you Cod! Get well very soon!!!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
The Best Things in Life are Free
Some of the best things happen unintentionally. I credit some of my most supportive and fulfilling relationships to a series of unintentional events.
It all started with a knock on the door to our new house. As first time homeowners we were painting, cleaning, as well as other general activities that make our home, "our home". We answered the door and there was someone we recognized, but didn't know. She was from our Sunday school class and was now presenting us with cheese soup and tortilla chips. It was probably not Amy's favorite combo, but boy I loved it.
Of course we were inspired by the kind gesture and followed up with them. They nonchalantly invited us to be with some of their other friends. I think it was dinner or something, probably Tazikis since we did spend just about every Friday evening there for at least a year.
It's funny to look back just a relatively short period of time. You see those Friday nights at Tazikis looked a whole lot different than it would today. There was just six of us. Yep, six adults who could have uninterrupted conversation. Wow! Uninterrupted conversation? What a great opportunity to begin some of the most meaningful relationships that we've ever had.
Today looks a whole lot different. Some of us have bigger houses. Some have two houses (not a vacation house though). We all have larger families. And most importantly, we all have a ton of memories that are the bonds that keep us connected.
I am inspired by the simple messages of life. You see at some point we should all realize that a stock portfolio doesn't entitle happiness, position doesn't earn respect, and just looking nice in front of others isn't considered good character. But there are some things like genuine and true and simple friendship that carry us for a lifetime. You see, you just can't create the kind of relationships that I speak of. The kind of friendship that I speak of only results from the presence of good times and bad times just like easy times and tough times. Those diverse circumstances offer opportunities to be supportiave and supported, to be fun and made fun of, or to carry and be carried.
Thank you friends, you know who you are. You are an inspiration and a gift. Won't it be fun to see what we look like in another five, ten, or even twenty years. Yikes!
It all started with a knock on the door to our new house. As first time homeowners we were painting, cleaning, as well as other general activities that make our home, "our home". We answered the door and there was someone we recognized, but didn't know. She was from our Sunday school class and was now presenting us with cheese soup and tortilla chips. It was probably not Amy's favorite combo, but boy I loved it.
Of course we were inspired by the kind gesture and followed up with them. They nonchalantly invited us to be with some of their other friends. I think it was dinner or something, probably Tazikis since we did spend just about every Friday evening there for at least a year.
It's funny to look back just a relatively short period of time. You see those Friday nights at Tazikis looked a whole lot different than it would today. There was just six of us. Yep, six adults who could have uninterrupted conversation. Wow! Uninterrupted conversation? What a great opportunity to begin some of the most meaningful relationships that we've ever had.
Today looks a whole lot different. Some of us have bigger houses. Some have two houses (not a vacation house though). We all have larger families. And most importantly, we all have a ton of memories that are the bonds that keep us connected.
I am inspired by the simple messages of life. You see at some point we should all realize that a stock portfolio doesn't entitle happiness, position doesn't earn respect, and just looking nice in front of others isn't considered good character. But there are some things like genuine and true and simple friendship that carry us for a lifetime. You see, you just can't create the kind of relationships that I speak of. The kind of friendship that I speak of only results from the presence of good times and bad times just like easy times and tough times. Those diverse circumstances offer opportunities to be supportiave and supported, to be fun and made fun of, or to carry and be carried.
Thank you friends, you know who you are. You are an inspiration and a gift. Won't it be fun to see what we look like in another five, ten, or even twenty years. Yikes!
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