Old Magazines

While Vince was wandering the aisles in a flea market type place last week, I happened upon some old magazines . . really old  — some were from the 50′s and 60′s.

How about these dresses?  Remember this style?

I remember my grandma wearing dresses like this.

Somehow, I just can’t see this ad appearing in any current magazines!

Look at this ad!

If you don’t have the time or training to make quilts by hand . . you can make them by machine . . And, for 25¢, you could get the Tulip Bowl pattern or home machine quilt making instructions and catalog by sending a stamped self-addressed envelope to them.  How long since you’ve been able to get anything by sending a stamped, self-addressed envelope?

Times have certainly changed . . so much!

Quiltathon Change of Plans

I may be working on projects other than what I had planned to be working on because a special little bundle arrived very early this morning!  Meet Adalina Mae.  Who would have thought my first grandbaby would be named after a George Strait song?  Moms . . don’t listen to too much country music while your children are growing up . . they may name their babies after those songs!

This is the only picture they’ve sent me and . . well, at least it’s a good shot of her right foot!  :)   She weighed in at 8 pounds, 6 ounces so for Nicole’s size, she’s a big baby.  She wasn’t due til August 15 and I had talked to them yesterday and Nicole was feeling fine.  Chad said that about 11:30, she started having pains and he wanted to go to the hospital but Nicole said she thought it would stop.  They finally went to the hospital about 1:30 and she was born a little after 4.

I do believe last night was the first time in my life that I haven’t had my cell phone under my pillow when I’m sleeping.  That doesn’t mean I always hear it because I’m such a sound sleeper.  Speck wasn’t feeling well and we were outside about 4:15 a.m.  I walked in the house and I thought it was Vince’s cell phone ringing and I hollered to wake him up (like he had slept through Speck waking me up to take him out, me taking him out, the outside lights waking up Otis who crows non-stop from the minute he thinks he sees daylight, til about midnight).  Vince said “It’s YOUR phone and you’ve already gotten a text.  I’m sure it’s Sarah!”  Sarah is my friend since first grade who likes to talk late at night.

I had to find my phone and when I looked at it, this is the picture I saw!  I called Chad right back and got the scoop.

So, I’m officially a grandma and I must get a quilt or two quilted so I can make a trip to MO and take at least one baby quilt for the most beautiful and smartest grandbaby in the world!  :)

The Grasshopper Brigade

I’m an overprotective mom.  Just ask Chad . . he’ll be more than happy to tell you how horrible it was living with me!  My chickens would say the same thing.  There are hawks and owls and coyotes so we keep our chickens penned up in a secure pen with a cover over it . . safe and sound! I’m so afraid something is going to get them if they’re out.  Last week, we decided to let the black chickens out.  There are three roosters and three hens so if something should get one or two of them, maybe it would be roosters and that would save us the trouble of having to do something with them.  With the grasshoppers taking over, we figured we’d put the black chickens to work and we let them out to munch on the grasshoppers.  Chickens are so funny.  They were scared to death to leave the secure area of the fence. Vince created easy ways for them to get out and back in the pen if they were having to run back to the coop for security.  Each day they wandered a bit farther from their coop.  Yesterday, which is about their fifth day of being out, they crossed the driveway and went into the pasture where the cows are.  The cows weren’t there at the time but I wonder what the chickens are going to think about the cows and vice versa.

Here’s a rooster over by the side of the house .. looking for grasshoppers just like he’s supposed to be doing.  Look at him . . he’s really busy!

I love seeing them roaming the yard . . without a care in the world.  These Dominique chickens have not been friendly at all but now that they’re running loose, they’re much friendlier.  I can’t pet them but I can walk right up to them.  In the pen, they would never have turned their back on me . . they were always watching me and they were ready to run if I got too close.

They’re working so hard to catch all the grasshoppers but . . wait . . where are they going?  Suddenly he forgot about the bugs and took off running.  Look at him go!

Oh!  I see now  .. Vince has a food bucket and they know what he will do.

He will put the bucket down and they will gobble up what’s left in there . . even though they have plenty of food in their run, as well as inside their coop.

Eating food out of the bucket is so much easier than chasing down those crazy grasshoppers.

But why share a food bucket when there’s another bucket sitting over there by itself?

Looks like hunting grasshoppers isn’t a big priority with these chickens . . especially when there’s easy to get food sitting around!