It Doesn't Take Much To Confuse Me

How is it, that I see my blog address on so many of my family's blog rolls and I only have one "follower"? (Thanks, Kristen!)

I know it shouldn't matter, but did you read the blog address at the top? See, I have all this imagined control and when I can't change something....it makes me nuts!

Ergo, this post....

I promise, my next entry will be better.

Some things just confuse me and it doesn't take much. : )

Can You Name That Style?

Nantucket

Wine Country Style

Arts and Crafts

These photos are the result of a quiz I took at www.sproost.com. The quiz gave me an idea what my decorating style actually is. Most of you probably know your style, but I have never been much into decorating, so this was really helpful to me. The best part is that I feel it is very accurate!

I will be gearing all my decor towards these ends in the future.

Thanks to my blogger friend, Abigail, for passing on this site!

It is Time for the Hummers to Soon Arrive!

Two juvenile hummingbirds that Michael caught at the feeder. If they had been older, he would probably not have been able to get his hands on them.

The patient Master lies in wait, his little targets are distracted by each other.

Standing close so that the hummers can get used to his presence.

Last year, on a Sunday, after church, we were all outside under the carport on a beautiful day when two little hummers began feeding. Michael wanted to just see how close he could get to them.

After several minutes (that seemed much longer) he was able to catch both of the little beauties in his hands! I took one of them and we took pictures. Boy, were they fussing at us for holding them, but what a magical experience to hold one of God's full-grown creatures that is so tiny!

We let them go after only a minute or so, and one of their feathers was left in my hand. I kept it in a ziplock bag with my scrapbook material. One day the feather and photos will enter the pages of our family memories, but today, I thought I would share the experience...in honor of our beautiful little hummingbirds and their anticipated arrival.

Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

My two little girls posing on the fire truck.

My shirtless, 11 year old son, who saved the day! Our volunteer FD-great guys!

Our burning shed, although small, the contents caused quite a blaze!

A couple of years ago, Michael was burning some brush in the pasture. He had his trusty garden hose turned on full blast to monitor the flames and keep them at bay.

In a moment of inattention, the flames traveled too close to our old shed at the edge of our property. Before we knew it, the shed was ablaze. Inside the shed, old paint cans and who knew what else was quickly igniting and the flames became uncontrollable.

Michael told me to call the fire department because by now, the flames are over 30 feet into the sky and lapping at the tree limbs! I dash into the house and grab the phonebook. The Town Hall was listed, Police listed, Ambulance listed, everything but the Fire Department! I am in a panic! I am hysterically screaming, "Why do they not have the Fire Department listed, when they have every other emergency number in this book?"

It is then that Micah (11 at the time) calmly takes my arm and says, "Mom, dial 9-1-1." Duh! Who had the foresight to teach him that? Thankfully, I did. Even when I couldn't think calmly enough to dial the simple emergency numbers, my son could.

The Fire Dept. came at just about the time Michael got the fire under control. Yes, it was highly embarassing to both of us on many levels, but thankfully no one was harmed and we all got a good laugh about it, and still do.