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    Friday
    Jan242014

    Mmm, Mmm, Good

    Sweet fuzzy Moses, I made homemade cream of potato soup yesterday. I used half and half as the cream. It was good, but had a taste I couldn't place.

    Fast forward to today, I am fixing coffee and putting half and half in my cup, Lily says, "Hey can I have a glass of that?"

    Me:"You want a glass of half and half?"

    Lily:"That isn't half and half, it says it is egg nog." Unfortunately, she was right. I'm an idiot.

    Friday
    Jan172014

    Farewell Friend

    Though he was up and eating this morning, we came home today to find our last pet potbelly pig minutes from death. It was like he was just waiting for us to get home so that he could say a last good bye. We added additional blankets to the straw and then piled on more straw and moved the heat lamp closer. I sat stroking his big head and telling him what a great pig he was. I swear he was smiling (they do that).

    It came as no surprise, Arlo was 17 years old, old by any stretch of the imagination. He is the last of our pet pigs, his mother Reba died two years ago of old age at 16, his sister Emmy, who I was particularly close to, died at age 11 of a heart attack. I miss them still. Reba gave birth to Emmy Loo and Arlo with me playing midwife, a memory still extremely clear in my mind. Those little piglets weighed a mere one pound at birth and were about the sweetest creatures on earth. Arlo always seemed like he should have a cigar clamped between his teeth and a hat tilted to one side, he just had that kind of personality.

    When his mother died, he became depressed and lonely, so we got him five hens to keep him company. He quickly discovered that those hens laid eggs and that they were his for the taking because none of us could get to them before he could. They were his hens, he bossed them, and they were loyal, gently settling down on his back and creating a living feather blanket each night. Arlo always preferred the company of other critters rather than humans, but he was loved for his grumpy complaints, and his sighs during belly rubs. Go and cross over that bridge old man, nibble the tender grass of heaven with the others and we will see you again someday. It's going to be so great.

    Monday
    Dec302013

    Things Said To Or About My Adopted Daughters

    I have tried to explain to my daughters that people do not say these things to be mean, they say them out of ignorance, which is why I am sharing some of them. Words are powerful, they can become tools or weapons, choose to use them wisely. Kim Kelley-Wagner

    KKW 2013

    Tuesday
    Dec172013

    She Has To Know These Things

    Me trying to explain to Lily how a mammogram is performed:

    "I nice lady places your naked breasts, one at a time, on a glass table. Another glass table comes down and squishes it to the thickness of a pancake (or so it feels). You hold your breath until you turn blue while a picture is taken. You then peel yourself off of the glass table and it is tilted vertically. Your breast is again placed on the glass and you are squished sideways to the thickness of a pancake. Once more you peel yourself off of the glass, roll up your boobs and go home."

    ©KKW 2013

    Monday
    Dec092013

    My Year Is Made

    This morning, because of an east coast ice storm, work/school was delayed by two hours, which set me on the road to work in full daylight instead of the cold blackness of early morning winter. As daughter #1 and I wound our way through the countryside towards the school I work at and she attends, I spotted off to my right, sitting in an ice covered tree, a bald eagle. A BALD FREAKIN' EAGLE Y'ALL!  "No, I can NOT have just seen what I think I saw."

    Stopping at the first farmer's gate I came to I frantically turned around while excitedly calling to Lily to get out my camera... hurry! I prayed he was still there. He was! I literally stopped in the middle of the road (thank the lord for the sparseness of country traffic), put down the window and started clicking. I was able to get several shots before he decided to take off and head towards the school's campus.

    I am still excited about seeing a bald eagle in the wild like this! It is literally only the second time in my life I have had the experience, so I remain  pretty psyched . And to experience it with one of my kids AND I got pictures! Whew. Thank you nature for that little piece of joy this morning.

    I am so hoping that he decides to settle somewhere near the school, which comprises 1,600 acres. I honestly don't think I would ever get tired of the site.

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