Bye Bye Wally!

Unfortunately we had to say "good-bye" to Wally. Mrs. Katie (Kevin's mom) had been noticing some unusual behavior in him over the past week. He was being rough when playing with the kids, he had penned Daisy down by the neck, and he got out of his pen and was on the pouch when she came home one day. He was really growling at her. So she took him to the animal shelter and they said that he was a full-blooded red-nosed pittbull. They told her that he would make a great dog, but Mrs. Katie said with all the grandchildren and other animals around, they couldn't keep him. So he is on his way up North somewhere to a pittbull animal shelter where they train those type of dogs to be nicer and better behaved. So, hopefully a nice family will get him. They figured that someone just dropped him off. Those are very common around here and are used mainly for fighting. So either he got away or he wasn't "fighting" material. But anyway, Wally is gone.

The chickens have arrived!

This morning around 6-6:30 the first load of chickens arrived. There are now two houses that have chickens back in them. I went to see them this afternoon. They are so pretty and white, but this won't last long. It will take the chickens about 2 weeks before they start laying eggs. Right now, Kevin has to walk through the houses so the chickens will know that someone will walk through here and they will go to the nest boxes to lay their eggs. Also, when the chickens first come they are 11 weeks old and the part on the tops of their heads that is suppose to be red is pink. As they get older and the more sunlight that hits them, the pink part will turn red. The chickens are so young and new they don't know yet what they are suppose to be doing. They were trying to fly out of the area that they are in, some did succeed. They were also walking down this shoot that they put them in with. It was funny to watch them. I will put pictures of the new chickens on the blog soon.

Here's the photos:

The front chicken is a hen,

the back is a rooster.

Play Time

I was watching TV on Saturday afternoon when I got a phone call that there were 2 little people in my back yard that wanted to see me. Really, they wanted to play with Abby. It was my niece, Kayla, and my nephew, Geoffrey. Mrs. Katie a.ka. Meme had them for the afternoon and they came over on the golf cart. They had a fun time throwing the ball with Abby. After awhile Kayla got tired of that and started digging in the dirt. Geoffrey got tired of throwing the ball, and wanted to keep the ball. Abby didn't like that; it drove her crazy that he wouldn't give her the ball! So we decided to trade out the ball for a different one, but he didn't want that one and neither did Abby. Kayla had to use the bathroom at one point and she saw a picture of Abby in her sweater on our refrigerator, and she informed me that "doggie's don't wear sweaters."

Let's play ball, Abby!

Nice doggie!

She thought it was funny that

she was inside our flower box.

of course there were no flowers.)

Kayla put the acorns in a straight

line in the hole she dug.

Chicken House Clean Out

Here are some pictues of what chicken houses look like without chickens. On Wednesday, two houses will get chickens back in them. The other two houses still have come clean out work to do.

This house is waiting for shavings
to be put back in.


No chickens!


This is the 2nd set of houses.
Only a few chickens were able
to escape!

My knight on a tractor

I just felt that I needed to take the time to brag on my husband for a bit. Those that know him, know that he has chicken houses. Most people would agree that that isn't the most glamorous job in the world and kind of on the messy,dirty, and smelly side. But I don't know of any one who works harder than Kevin. Kevin is a hard worker and he does it with a positive attitude;most of the time. He enjoys what he does. The past few weeks it has been clean out time for the chicken houses. All the chickens are gone-the first two houses will get their chickens back this coming week. Kevin has been getting up at 5:00 am and working until 7:00 pm all this week, expect one day he got up at 3:00 am and stayed up and worked until 7:00 pm. Now, I ask you who else would do that? And the whole time he was scooping out chicken litter a.ka. chicken poop. DHEC was coming and he had to have things cleaned out. I know that many people have made fun of his job-not saying I have laughed before-but when we first started dating all my friends made of of him and his job. Most older people admired and respected him because by the time he is 31 or 32 the chicken houses will be paid off and then the dough will roll like chicken litter. In the famous words of one of our friends' daughter, Anley Grace-you ask her what chicken litter smells like, her reply: smells like money to me! (her dad also has chicken houses). I have had to defend Kevin and his job before, and I am so proud of him. No one else that I know has such as hard working husband. Yes, I am sure they are out there, but it's a dirty, tiring job and not many people would consider doing it. He is so humble and I just love him so much. He wants to do his best and to please God while doing it. The verse that comes to mind when I think of Kevin and his work is 1 Corinthians 10:31 "So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.". Thank you to those that are hard workers and that do the dirty jobs that the rest of us would turn out nose up at. God bless you!

What color are you?

I teach 3rd grade. I am in my fourth year of teaching, but all my life I have been around little kids and you just never know what they are going to come up with. Those that don't know the school that I am in you have two kinds of students they are either white or African American. And of course you do have those that are mixed. When I was at Brushy Creek I had students from every different race background that you can think of. Anyway, the question "what color are you?" was asked by a little boy in my class to me at the beginning of the school year and this question is still coming up every now and then. The little boy came up to me and asked me what color are you? I said what do you mean? He said, I am brown see? and he held out his arm to show me. I said I am white. He said you don't look white. I said well I tan really easy. Off and on throughout the school year, the kids have had this discussion. They think I am mixed. (I know I laughed so hard at that). They will argue that I am tan, I am not considered a true "white" person. Well, this past week, that same ole question came up again. One of my girls asked me at the lunch table if I was mixed. (now I have said over and over again that I am white but I can tan easy and I have even shown them a picture of my parents). And of one of my boys spoke up and said she's not mixed, she's tan. I said right. Then the same little girl said, "so 2 w's?". I said yes, 2 w's. (Meaning 2 white parents). I don't know why it is so hard for them to believe me. I know that when I first started the school year, I was very tan, but I always am after a summer. But they still ask me if I am mix. I find it rather amusing. But Kevin has always joked that I was Snow Tan not Snow White and has said that people might think he was married to an African American during the summer time. To which I reply, I don't get near as dark as some of my family can. But go figure! You just never know what kids will come up with next.

A New Experience

Today was President's Day so I had the day off from school. I met Kevin, Ryan, and Katelyn for lunch at my in-laws house. Then Katelyn was going to teach me how to ride a horse. Those that don't know, Katelyn is a very good, and experienced rider. She has been riding since she could walk. Mr. Tim (Kevin's dad) used to raise horses. Katelyn also was in all kinds of horse shows and even won the national championship in her division when she was 13 years old. So I had a great teacher. The horse that I was riding was named Genesis and she was 11 years old. She was born at Kevin's parents house. Anyway, I have not had much experience at all with horses or even riding one. But I had a lot of fun today. I know that I will be sore tomorrow, but it was fun. However, Katelyn did have control of the horse just in case. Most of the time the horse just walked. I did try to get her to go faster, but she didn't want to. It was as hard as I thought it would be, but at the same time there's lots to learn. Hopefully, I will get to do it again soon and gain more confidence and experience

Katelyn and Genesis

Me and Genesis