Archive | January, 2012
Sweet Thing and I were walking through the wooded area of the homestead recently and we came across this;
This is a little, tiny bird’s nest. I don’t know what kind of bird it was, but the nest was so small I don’t think you could put a golf ball inside it. I am going to build bird houses and place them around on the homestead, I can hardly wait!
I would like to say Hello and Welcome to my newest follower, he has a blog where he discusses politics, religion, firearms, and preparedness. He has a lot of ideas I agree with, I just choose to not spend any time discussing politics much on this blog, but I will check in on his blog and leave my comments there. Check it out at Three Days To Anarchy.
I will continue our discussions on preparedness with a few ideas on electric generators. I have one similar to this;
You need to have a place to store this unit as well as the fuel to run it, so this might not be something everyone can do, especially those of you just starting to get prepared. You can use this generator to run your light, televisions, computers, as well as your refrigerators and freezers. During the last big power outage, I didn’t have my generator yet, but I have one now! Our neighbor had one and he went around to the homes of his friends and family and hooked up the generator to their freezers for an hour a day to keep their foods frozen. He probably saved many hundreds of dollars of food for these people, I hope they were grateful. I noticed these huge generators in Missouri recently.
This was outside of a convenience store next to the interstate where I stop for gas and a Subway sandwich when I am working in the area. I asked the owner about the generators and he said last year when the big storm hit, he was without power for 10 days. He said he could not stand to be out of business that long ever again, so he will be prepared the next time! Be prepared.
In one of my recent posts, I mentioned people with a drug problem in our area committing crimes. I was reminded of something I read that was cute but at the same time profound so I borrowed it to reprint here.
The other day, someone read that a Meth Lab had been found in an old farmhouse in our county and he asked me a question,”Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?” I replied I had a drug problem when I was young. I was drug to church every Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn’t put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom’s garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad’s fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood, and, if my mother had even known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say or think. They are stronger than crack, cocaine, or heroin; and, if today’s children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place. God bless the parents who drugged us as children.
Have you drugged and hugged your children today?