Monday, October 28, 2013

Where Do You Hang Your Family Pictures?

Hello,

The bean dust is starting to settle around here, corn is drying in the bin, and Tall Guy is off to Warren County to harvest for another farmer; we call that custom work.

Translation:  WE ARE DONE WITH OUR HARVEST! (but the party doesn't start until he gets back from Warren County!)

Meanwhile I am trying to reclaim the house, and I have some beautiful pictures to hang.  The big question I have is:

Where do you hang family pictures?

As you can imagine, I have a ton of family pics, but these are very pretty ones taken by a REAL photographer.  Want to see some?














There are more, but you get the idea.  I'm just not sure where to put them...Family Room, Dining Room, Bedroom?

So I'm asking you, dear readers, Where do you hang your family pictures?

p.s.  Big thanks to Christy Lee from http://www.ceeleephotography.com/ for these amazing pictures.  She took them from my head and made them real!


Monday, October 14, 2013

Injun Summer


It's been a crazy time here on the farm!  We are finishing up beans today if everything (weather and equipent) holds, the girls are both done with all three sports for one whole week (Tink's basketball call out is next Monday), and the new addition is in its critical planning stage (Translation: Where do you want these windows to go.?)!

With all that, I am soooo grateful to my daddy for sending me this excerpt from a gentleman who lived in my home county.  I even went to McCutcheon High School, named after this writer, and John T ran around with guys whose names ended up on Purdue's football field, Ross and Ade.  Mr. George Ade lived in the great town of Brook, Indiana, and that's where my mom and dad grew up.  Grandma and Grandpa Lyons worked for Mr. Ade until his death.

So, while I'm off trying to keep all my fires lit, I will turn it over to Mr. McCutcheon and let him tell you a little story....... 


Thanks to Google for helping find these pictures!
 INJUN SUMMER
John T. McCutcheon
Chicago Tribune
September 30, 1907

Yep, sonny this is sure enough Injun summer. Don't know what that is, I reckon, do you? Well, that's when all the homesick Injuns come back to play; You know, a long time ago, long afore yer granddaddy was born even, there used to be heaps of Injuns around here—thousands—millions, I reckon, far as that's concerned. Reg'lar sure 'nough Injuns—none o' yer cigar store Injuns, not much. They wuz all around here—right here where you're standin'.  Don't be skeered—hain't none around here now, leastways no live ones. They been gone this many a year.  They all went away and died, so they ain't no more left.

But every year, 'long about now, they all come back, leastways their sperrits do. They're here now. You can see 'em off across the fields. Look real hard. See that kind o' hazy misty look out yonder? Well, them's Injuns—Injun sperrits marchin' along an' dancin' in the sunlight. That's what makes that kind o' haze that's everywhere—it's jest the sperrits of the Injuns all come back. They're all around us now.

See off yonder; see them tepees? They kind o' look like corn shocks from here, but them's Injun tents, sure as you're a foot high. See 'em now? Sure, I knowed you could. Smell that smoky sort o' smell in the air? That's the campfires a-burnin' and their pipes a-goin'.
Lots o' people say it's just leaves burnin', but it ain't. It's the campfires, an' th' Injuns are hoppin' 'round 'em t'beat the old Harry.

You jest come out here tonight when the moon is hangin' over the hill off yonder an' the harvest fields is all swimmin' in the moonlight, an' you can see the Injuns and the tepees jest as plain as kin be. You can, eh? I knowed you would after a little while.  Jever notice how the leaves turn red 'bout this time o' year? That's jest another sign o' redskins. That's when an old Injun sperrit gits tired dancin' an' goes up an' squats on a leaf t'rest. Why I kin hear 'em rustlin' an' whisper in' an' creepin' 'round among the leaves all the time; an' ever' once'n a while a leaf gives way under some fat old Injun ghost and comes floatin' down to the ground. See—here's one now. See how red it is? That's the war paint rubbed off'n an Injun ghost, sure's you're born.

Purty soon all the Injuns'll go marchin' away agin, back to the happy huntin' ground, but next year you'll see 'em troopin' back—th' sky jest hazy with 'em and their campfires smolderin' away jest like they are now.

Technically, I believe it is supposed to frost first, then warm up for Indian summer, but I am really tired of the heat, so I'm good with the weather we had last week!


Be safe out there, and keep an eye out for farmers!

Thursday, October 10, 2013

New Toy HighLIGHTING Food to GO to the Field!

This week I am trying desperately to catch up and play with a new toy.


I am participating in Indiana's Family of Farmers Table Talk Series and received this gift in exchange for my participation.  We are learning to take better food pictures for our blogs!  Here's to hoping I can figure it all out. It won't be for lack of trying or tools and tricks provided to me!

The rain that came through last weekend was enough to keep us out of the field for at least most of Monday. That doesn't mean we sat around catching up on DVRed new shows though.  The grain dryer was running, drying corn, bills need to be paid, stuff for the rumpus room needs to be figured out (like window placement), and Tink's County Tourney final game was all in that ONE day.

With all this craziness, I am very lucky that my guys are not too picky with what I fix them for lunch.  If we are inside, I might treat them to some "B's and G's" or a meal from the crock pot.  As long as it's portable and not too messy, they are happy.  Most of the meals I take to the field feature sandwiches. I can make them out of our own beef, hamburger or sliced roast beef, or they are happy with a ham and cheese sandwich.  Tall Guy and Grandpa DO draw the line at peanut butter and jelly.  It has to be a totally CODE RED on my end to try and send those out.  One unique tidbit bout my guys is that they don't like buns (the bread kind!).  Hamburger or ham, they want their sandwiches made with one or two slices of bread.  That was a hard habit for me to break.

What they DO take an interest in is the dessert part of the meal. Sometimes I throw in little Halloween candies and try to make it fairly divided.  I have sent out pecan pie and caught Grandpa switching meal containers so he could have the last piece of pie....Stinker!  I have a peach cobbler still baking in the over right now that will probably find its way out to the field!

I will also admit to relying on the little Dough Guy when I am in a pinch. Hey a chocolate chip cookie is a chocolate ship cookie, and theirs seem to raise up better than mine half the time.  Here are the last two and a demo of how I am learning to play with lighting through actual added light and editing tools.







I am pretty happy with new lighting tool, but I think I need to work on my focus.  As soon as a bit of free time breaks presents itself.......

In addition, when all the stars are in alignment, I will break out the bowls and spoons and make my own cookies.  Tall Guy loves his mom's Oatmeal cookies....Want to know a secret?  He loves them best when he spreads butter on the bottom of them.  It is not a cookie practice for the faint of heart!

Today, Tink left with all the 4-6th graders to stay overnight at Camp Tecumseh, so there was last minute packing, then I helped the guys move fields and came back to get the fuel truck to fill up the combine. With all this running around and pounding still going on on the other side of the kitchen wall, I'm throwing together ham sandwiches and dressing them up with Lays Potato Chips and mini candy bars because that's just the way my life is today.  I did, however, make HOT ham sandwiches :-)  My secret to having crispy bread? Fry in butter rather than spread it on the bread so that the bread doesn't tear with the knife~!





I think these divided dishes were wedding presents.  There were six, one has mysteriously disappeared, but one loss in 12 years is a pretty good track record.  The lids, when used, seal all the heat in because I know the guys don't always get their meals in a timely manner.


Again, I know there are many ladies out there whipping up terrific, more elaborate meals for their guys, but today, this will do.


Friday, October 4, 2013

The View from Where I Stand


This was my view for most of the day Thursday.  It was too wet to pick/cut anything, so we decided to transfer corn from the dryer bin to storage bins about 1 1/2 miles down the road.  My job was to tell the trucks when to stop, when to move, and keep an eye out for the predicted rain.


Want to see these steps from a sunnier point of view?


Remind me that I need to share the family pics we had taken this summer.....I don't think I have posted about them yet....That's how crazy it is around here!  Meanwhile.....

I spent a lot of time hiking up and down this lovely staircase, trying to get the right view!



We load two trucks, a Kenworth and a Freightliner.  The guys put K and F on the ground to give them an idea of where to stop initially and finish.  The middle is up to me.




Sadie is soooo my dog.  She assumed various poses, but she was always right below me, keeping an eye out on where I was.  She does the same wherever I go on the farm, even when I have to go in the cow lot to help fix whatever breaks down.



Besides Sadie, this little dude, PJ, rarely left my side, or should I say shoulder most of the time.  He loves to hang out right behind my neck and just purr.... Tink taught him that.  Hopefully PJ will stick around the farm for a while.  He is a smile-maker for the girls.

This stuff is call bees' wings, at least that is what the pink stuff is. The yellow bits and pieces are called corn screenings.  They shook out of the screen seen below on their way up the auger and into the truck.


 Because we thrive on the ideal of "Waste not Want not," these screenings are scooped up....


and stored in this wagon...


and will be mixed into our cattle feed :-)  Endings like that make Tall Guy and Grandpa very happy!

The rain did fall.  The first time was right at lunch, thank you very much, because other-wise Tall Guy said we were going to work through lunch until we had the bin full.  The second wave hit about 6:00-6:30.  It was kind of cool to watch it come.




Want to know why it finally decided to rain around here?  I'll give you a visual.....


Apparently it just takes us ripping the siding off the east side of the house to make it rain!  Wish I would have figured that out in July!  DRAT!  Yep, the "bonus room," "marriage compromise room," "rumpus room," or whatever we are calling it is coming right along in the middle of all my craziness.  I spent the last two days, when I was in the house, listening to the siding coming off.  It is NOT a soothing sound.

As I type this Friday night, the washing machine just clicked off for the third time, I found, chased, caught, and transported four kittens to school so they could be a part of Pet Blessing day, already went to church this morning because Tink served all week, and I hadn't made it in to see her, fed my farmers twice and moved them around, packed up 14 goody bags for Tink's TWO volleyball tournaments tomorrow, and tried to give Bear some Mommy time because her tummy has been bothering her, and she has a 10:00 a.m. soccer game here in the morning (if it doesn't rain) before we scoot on down to Lafayette for Tink's first volleyball game that should start at 11:30.  Tink is catching a ride down at 9:30!  Thank heavens we mommas can work out transportation issues with relative ease!  Second tournament is backup at Benton Central starting at 6:00, so if we play the last game in Lafayette that starts at 3:00, we might just make it to BC for warm ups!  If I can make it through to Sunday, I just might see another week roll on over by me!

Hugs and Love from the crazyhouse farm!

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Throwback Thursday: 20 years + 1 Day


20 years ago plus one day this great guy in the middle married his sweetheart on the front porch of her parents' home.  He and I were teaching Senior English, the lady to the far right had the sophomores, the lady on the other side of the groom taught the freshmen, and the lady to far left was the librarian we all drove crazy with class visits for research projects.

Yep, I'm the one in the red jacket.....I miss these people..... I miss my 31 year old self!

TGIF tomorrow!

Hugs and Love!