Why we live here

I wrote a column recently about the beauty that is the country.

I see the most beautiful sunsets, an abundance of wildlife and sometimes it is just downright beautiful.

Case in point:
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Just one of the many reasons why we live here.

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Pinterest made me do it

I love Pinterest. You can see that here.

Just the other night my husband asked, “Is Pinterest the reason we can’t have normal food anymore?”

Isn’t he just hilarious?

But he won’t be laughing tonight because I’m making this.

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They love Lasagna Soup and the weather turned cold enough that it just seems like the right thing to make tonight.

Speaking of Pinterest. . . did you know that just “pinning” something doesn’t actually make it magically appear in your home? Someone should get on that. It would be so much easier.

So, I saw this pin recently. Iheartorganizing.blogspot.com is a great blog. I’ve read her blog for a while now because maybe there’s something to this learning by osmosis thing. If she’s organized and I read her blog then I’ll be organized too, right? Right?

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Back to this photo. If you saw underneath my bathroom cabinet, you’d cringe in horror. I took the plunge and bought a couple of plastic drawers. Now, to actually have the time to go through my stuff and see if I can make some sense of organizing that one tiny little spot in my home. I’ll keep you posted, but a word to the wise – don’t hold your breath.

Day 5: Thankful for farmers

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This one hits home with me. Why do some folks out there think that family farms are obsolete, that all farms are “corporate” farms – whatever that means. Yes, 97 percent of farms are family businesses – and the key word there is “business.” Just like any other business on Main Street, businesses in this day and age must continue to grow to remain viable. The family farm of today looks little like the 1950s version, but that’s not a bad thing. In fact, in 1950 my family’s farm was a one man show. My grandpa milked a few cows and delivered milk around town. Today, my family has grown that farm to support three Campbell families plus several full-time and part-time employees. I’d say that’s a good progress.

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Day 4: Thankful for farmers

Day 4 thankful

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Day 3: Thankful for farmers

Day 3 thankful

Why yes, I am aware that I missed a few days. But hey, let’s be honest. I’m unorganized and have a few balls in the air. So sorry for the delay. I’ll get caught up. I promise.

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A bittersweet Halloween, and why I kicked my son out of the car

Yes, I realize Halloween was a couple of days ago. But if you haven’t figured out by now that I’m not organized enough to post things in a timely fashion, then well. . . you haven’t been reading long. That’s how I roll.

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We had a hunter this year. This has to be the easiest costume we have ever had. Mostly because my mother-in-law did it all. She found the camo pants because he had outgrown his old ones and during a trip to Tractor Supply she bought the vest and hat.

And this photo of my boy and his dog? That’s the bittersweet part. Last night Dixie was run over. So when I look at this and her looking at my boy so intently, it makes me sad. The life of a farm dog is a good, good life, but sometimes it is way too short. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.

My husband helped with an FFA Haunted House so he couldn’t go trick-or-treating with us this year. And even though my oldest boy was “too old to dress up” I made him go along. He was thrilled. Eye roll. But the experience definitely took an upward turn when he realized if he walked his little brother to the door of the house of people we know, they gave him candy even though he wasn’t dressed up.

The highlight of the evening was this conversation with my oldest son:
Him: Can we listen to music?
Me: Sure.
Turns on his iPod to one of my favorite songs.
I sing.
He changes, mid-song, to another song.
Me: What? I love that song.
Him: Yeah, we’re going to have to listen to the radio a lot louder if we listen to that song.

Apparently, the extra volume was needed to cover up my singing. The nerve. That’s when I made him get out and walk.

No, not really. Really, I continued to sing and there was a lot of eye rolling. It was fun. Isn’t that what parents are for? To make their children learn to roll their eyes?

Day 2: Thankful for farmers

Day 2 to be thankful

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Day 1: Thankful for farmers

Farmers and ranchers and the entire agriculture industry often go unnoticed. They simply go about their work, raising food for the world while the world eats. But during the month of Thanksgiving, High Plains Journal wants to remind consumers to be thankful for those who put food on their tables each and every day of the year. This month, I’ll be sharing the series with you, in hopes that you will say a little prayer of thanksgiving for the farmers and ranchers of the world.

Day 1 to be thankful

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Cinnamon addiction

I seem to have developed a cinnamon addiction. Over the years, I have gravitated toward any cinnamon flavored candy. Hot Tamales. Cinnamon gum. Cinnamon bears. You get the idea. But my latest problem has been these Cinnamon Fire Jolly Ranchers.

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I’m going to blame this particular addiction on our executive assistant at work. She has a basket of Jolly Ranchers on her desk. I walk by, I sort through the candy for a Cinnamon Fire Jolly Rancher and I eat it. And then I want another. And another.

Not good. Not good at all.

So I finally bought my own bag and hid them in my desk.

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Probably I should share. And really, I intended to when I bought the bag. Since I had eaten so much of her candy, I thought it would be nice to by a bag to replace it. Except I opened it and started eating it myself. And there it is, still in my drawer.

I don’t really know what I expect to accomplish by posting this, but I guess admitting your addiction is the first step to the recovery process, right?!