And in Georgia, too! My nephew and I made a list last week of things we wanted to do this summer when he comes over. On that list was a snowball fight.

A snowball fight?

In summer?

In Georgia?

YES!

Holy cow. This. Was. Fun.

Like, ridiculous fun.

Like, I turned into a little kid again fun.

F. U. N.

So how do you make it snow in the summer in Georgia? We got two boxes of cornstarch and a can of cheap shaving cream. This little project cost us a whopping three bucks. It may have been the best three dolla...
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Since Mister and I have been married my nephew has gotten to come over a few times each week during the summer. When we lived in apartments we would enjoy the pool, Callaway, and pretty-much-whatever-he-wanted-to-do. That could be tie-dyeing shirts or, like yesterday, making a lady bug house. Don't get me started on that! If it works, I'll let you in on it!

This week marked our first day together for the summer of 2013. I was a little worried, since Colt is here, that he wouldn't have as good ...
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We have lived in our lovely home going on two years now. My pretty white kitchen is blessed with a pretty tile floor. Tile means grout. Grout means, "I'll get around to cleaning that one day..." Yeah. One day... when exactly is that, anyway?

For me, that day was Saturday. Saturday is the day I mop so I had the ridiculous idea that I would clean at least a section of the grout in the kitchen. I was afraid of it, to be honest. How exactly do you clean that stuff?

Enter Pinterest.

*smile*

Just say...
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No, it didn't break. I decided to take a page from my mama's playbook and let the sun and fresh air do the job. My mama always line dried our clothes (and she still hangs clothes out) way before it was the 'green' thing to do. We had a dryer, but it was meant for cold and rainy days. A few things prompted me to finally give our dryer a break:

1. The power bill. Need I say more?

2. My mama did it.

3. Why waste a perfectly good sunny day?

I don't know if it will truly make a difference, but I am an...
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If you know us or have been following my blog for any length of time, then you know that I haven't had the best luck with chickens. However, my middle name is stubborn. When it comes to those feathered creatures I am the Little Engine that Could. There is a difference between doing the same thing over again, though, and changing and learning from your mistakes.

I have changed. I have learned.

FOUR times.

Yes, Mister and I have gone through FOUR flocks. Ok, so maybe my middle name should be chick...
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Just not the kind you eat. Who knew that a mere three weeks after writing that last post, Colt would be here?! Yes, the little man was six weeks early and we were blessed to exeperience the roller coaster called the NICU.

Blessed? 
NICU?
How can those two words be in the same sentence together? 
My question is how could they not be?

We spent just shy of three weeks there and it is an experience I will never forget and one that I don't particularly know if I would want to forget. The nurses were f...
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