Yes! That IS a chicken in my hair...

This is blog is sorta frivolous tonite. The last couple days have been stressful. Waiting for the "other shoe to drop" on the GOVT. FREEZE nonesense. We are not military but I rely on Military personel for about 90% of my income. So if they make no $$ then I make no $$. My truck has been in the shop, presumably mounting a bill I will be forced into low budget prostitution to pay for & instead of freakin out I went fishing and I made omelets for dinner. So this blog is to give you a closer look at my family. My reasons for making these lifestyle changes,for moving back to the country to begin with. So please read, enjoy and follow.

Yes! that is a chicken under my hair. His name is Lucky. You many remember him from one of my 1st  three blogs-he is the survivor of the "HANK" attack-hence the name LUCKY. He is sitting on the back of my neck pecking and nesting in  my hair while I blog. We are getting very close this lil critter and I.  he is a Brahma and they are giants in the chicken world. Sometimes growing as tall as 3 ft!!   No, He will not be alowwed to nest in my hair then..LOL

This is me, fishing today with my youngest daughter Owyn. Yes, Owyn. She is named honorably after the most wonderful man God ever made-my grandfather.She is just like him, which according to my mother  so am I , so the name is perfect. She is my mini-me,our lil redneck princess. She played with the worms and cast her own line. She always has to prove she can do it. She is practically fearless. I envy her and her ability to believe she can. Believe ,she can do ANYTHING. FLY, DRIVE a RACECAR, PILOT the SHUTTLE. She can do it. And I BELIEVE one day SHE WILL. So somedays she wears her galloshes everywhere she goes, even when it's sunny (it could rain mom) or she is dressed sorta like a drunk drag queen at the grocery store (don't I look pretty,like a rockstar?) it's okay. I LOVE that she is comfortable with herself.

My babies, not so much babies anymore. Today they not only baited their own hooks but caught, gutted and chopped up smaller fish FOR bait!  All w/o my help, so I stood back and observed and photographed welling with pride and restraining myself from rushing into assist all  at the same time. I am so proud of them, of the young people I have seen blossom from deep inside them since the move to the country. Much more confident and independent.  The last photo is of my eldest Layla. My beautiful, independent,hard headed, creative impetuous teenager. She admits almost everyday now that she is more like me than she thought. Hmmpfff! I don't know if thats good or bad but it's working for us. She is a free spirit and I love that. I wish I had, had the strength to just be myself and not care what my peers thought when I was her age. She's my old soul, my baby. Alot of history there. Thats another blog... Today was a great day. I saw and heard and felt all of the energy around me and I loved it. From the heat of the sun on my skin to the sound of laughter mingled with chirping frogs in the marsh. It was beautiful. We worked hard, we played hard and now we are going to sleep hard. Good night,remember to love each other. Life can be hard, cruel and a straight up bitch. It's how you react to it that determines if it will improve or not. We are still broke, we are still struggling with everyday mundane issues (no TP-WHO is eating the TP for chrissakes?) and we will never be the Brady's. But Today was a beautiful day and we all embraced it, so who knows tmrw we could find a cure for cancer,or maybe just go fishing again...