Happy spring days!

Well the iceburg has offically left my front lawn and green grass has started to grow. I have spent the last week raking AROUND the snowpiles as the slowly melted, but a few days of 60+ weather has freed our front lawn from its icy, dirty mess.

Syruping is done too! here is a great story for you. I ran out of wood so we checked out the hardware store down the road if they had any pallets that they wanted to get ride of...they sure did! so we took home a jeep full of pallets (6 I think) and Jim started cutting them up, well we got distracted and didnt finish cutting them up. Actually he only got through one! so the next day I am looking at this pile of lumber trying to figure out if I am going to have enough that is cut to last me the day. There wasnt enough and I had the sap at a good boil, so I didnt want to have to go through the whole process again of starting the fire up..yadda, yadda. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I am terrified of the skil saw...HATE IT, large rotating blade on a little heavy piece of machinery, hooked with an electrical cord. Just seems like a horror movie waiting to happen. (I do run the radial alarm saw!) I am chicken.

SO, I decided to put my big girl pants on and start the skil saw and cut up my own dang pallets. And sure enough, I did. I brought the large pile to nothing but the spines of pallets.
I was so proud. I am woman, HEAR ME ROAR! We ended saping with 4.5 quarts of syrup! Not bad for my first year.

Family life is good, since the temperatures have warmed up we are spending endless hours outside. Isabelle loves to help out around the lawn (she has her own little rake!)and she is entertaining herself well, which is leaving me with lots of time to get alot of work down on the yard (it needs it, 1 inch of gravel on the front from thsi winter! YIKES!)


I got it to work...here is my masterpiece


March Madness

So how do you kill a blogsite...well, dont write on it in a few weeks. Sorry to all you faithful readers. Here is an update

Boston was awesome. This is the view out our gorgeous hotel room. We saw blueman group one evening. If you ever have a chance to go see them, DO IT. It is nothing like anything you have ever seen. Isabelle had a blast with Nana, ask her for some stories...she has some doozies to tell. Mostly evolving around the bathroom....hmmmm.

Spring has sprung. and with it, my itch to get out of the house. Immediately upon arriving home (and to a nice clean house...thanks NANA!) the next morning I got up and tapped my maple trees. Random, yes I know. Do I not have enough to do...who knows. but I needed one more project I guess. But we have had some success. So far I have made almost 2 quarts of syrup. Which mean we have had almost 20 gallons of sap. I only have 2 BIG old maple trees, so I am pretty pumped about it. The only way I can cook it is in a small make-shift fireplace in my yard. A bit redneck. I know. My father was all to amazed and my husband is wondering about my ability to be left home alone for any extent of time for fear of what my next project might be. But its temporary and then will be replaced by new grass and flowers soon.

Birthday party for Mom and Dad...Dad being the BIG 50 this year...Mom being younger..haha. Isabelle and I made cupcakes, I didnt put her in the outfit, this is one of her own design.

Snow is melting and with it, puddles. Check out my sweet video I made of Isabelle testing out her new rubber boots.
...or nevermind, I cant get the video to upload, I will try again later.

Isabelle has moved out of the crib and into a big bed. She is way to excited about it. We are still undecided on the matter, but it is fun. She is nothing but a little lump in the bed ;)

I am back in the saddle selling houses too. Last summer I got my license, and with a busy fall and even busier winter I havent done anything, but now I am back in the office trying to earn my keep :) If your interesting in buying or selling houses or land, LET ME KNOW!!!

Ponder this....

You're alive. Do something. The directive in life, the moral imperative was so uncomplicated. It could be expressed in single words, not complete sentences. It sounded like this: Look. Listen. Choose. Act. 
 Barbara Hall, A Summons to New Orleans, 2000