Really Bad Blogger

Okay, but I have a good excuse. I've been in Tennessee for the National Clogging Championships. Actually, that was only 4 days out of however many it's been since I last posted, but it takes a week to get ready, right?

Anyway, championships went well, I won't bore you with my bragging - let's just say middle daughter, Maddie came home a very happy girl. Then it takes a good 2 or 3 days to get back in the swing of things. Ten+ hours of clogging in 3 days takes a toll mentally and physically, so a lot of sleep is required. Maddie didn't get out of bed until noon the day after we got back. It didn't help that we were in airport hell on the trip home. Due to heavy fog in Chicago, we were delayed A LOT. We were supposed to be home by 1:30 in the afternoon and we finally rolled in around 7:30 p.m. I'm not complaining, mind you, some of our team didn't get home at all and had to spend the night at O'Hare until the 1:00 p.m. flight the next day! The joys of travel.

So, now I have to get down to business. The farming conference is 1 month away and there are many books that need to be ordered. Also, much to my surprise and happiness, there were 4 more memberships to our CSA in the mail when I returned from out of town. John and I spent 4 hours last night coming up with our game plan and garden plan, greenhouse schedule and seeding schedule. The nerves are settling down and I am actually getting excited about growing vegetables for other people. We have had 4 businesses in town order flower shares to display in their businesses - now this is nerve racking. The flowers are my weakest link - flower arranging, I should say. So, the thought of my arrangements being on display makes me a little sick to my stomach. John says I'm my own worst critic and he has seen me make amazing arrangements out of wildflowers and weeds - so I'm worried about nothing. Of course he has to say this because what man in his right mind is going to take a chance on losing any 'fringe benefits', right?? Sweet of him to say anyway.

Just because this post isn't boring enough, I will add that we are having chicken trauma at our house. We have 3 roosters, 2 roosters too many and they have decided to try and figure out who the dominate one is - which means a lot of fighting and bloodshed. My favorite, Chester, has been getting the short end of the spurs and I had to separate him today. A pretty funny picture actually, me outside in my sweatpants, boots, hat and broom, chasing roosters to get them to stop fighting and then trying to get Chester in the coop away from the bullies of the chicken yard. My kids thought it was so funny, they took a picture of me and e-mailed it to my husband. God love 'em. Needless to say, 2 of our roosters will be taking the great trip to the stock pot before long. I can just taste them now in my homemade chicken soup (sorry if you are a vegetarian, that was probably pretty offensive - but we are not vegetarians). Then Chester's life will be better than he ever imagined. Literally, 'cock-of-the-walk' and all the free 'lovin' of 13 hens. What man doesn't envy him right now?

Trips are over now, so posting should be more frequent - I can sense you holding your breath in anticipation.