Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Sweet Taters

Autumn is sorta here. I know we never get a "real fall" or a "real spring" in Alabama but it is kinda cool outside. I seriously love that I sat outside with a blanket on me at Tbone's game the other night. I love that autumn means sweet taters. To pick this many sweet taters, you need a few helping hands.
You need a farm dog. You know, 7lbs of fur and furry, who is so excited he must ride in the truck or be run over by the tractor.

To dig up sweet taters this big, you need muscles and fingernails that will never be the same. Manicures are for the city folks and have no need around these parts. Although I am pretty sure I never dreamed of taking my little girl to school with skank nails.

Nails that have had grubb slime. There is a hot debate if this is a red grubb or a witch's finger. Since October is but days away, I will let the witch's finger theory fly.

You need boots that don't fit to pick the most sweet taters. You also need your brande new Auburn underarmor shirt on to wipe mud. That reminds me, I need a new stain fighter at my house.

You need lots of enthusiasm. Running helps shake the ground.

You also need husband to come home in his work clothes and immediately start helping. He is trying to fit into farm life but he does look cute in his collared shirt underneath the shadow of the silo.

You need lots of plastic buckets. Good for tossing tater.

Rows of taters. Can you smell the dirt?

You also need more help on day 2 of sweet taters. Glad we have nephews down the gravel road. Tbone is missing from the cute barefoot photo. He was covered in ants. Ants are also a part of sweet taters. Hence the need for big boots...that Tbone thought he could leave off for one day.

And you can't get that many sweet taters without Mommy Roach driving the diesel. Hat is optional.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Country Song or It Ain't

My life should be a country song.
Between my kids, last name, life on the farm, day to day catastrophes, I should have my own country song.
But I don't.
So you get my brain dump today to sum up.

I love my job. I love going to work with my kids. I love it.
I miss my friends.
I feel like I talk to some of them almost never right now.
Best thing about having a full time job. Cell phone bill cut in half. Can you feel Husband smiling?

We had a family photo shoot at the farm...go here and check out her amazing work.

This was our first day of school photo shoot. Kindergarten and Second Grade. Both kids are loving school and loving their teachers. They both still are adjusting to waking up at 6am...but I figure that is a battle I will fight for the next oh...12 years.

Son turned eight. I still haven't swallowed eight yet. He had the best party to date. Camping at home with five boys and a sister.

This child is learning each year that Auburn is in your heart. He believes and I love it!

It is true, that if you want to know what is important to you...look where you spend the most time and money. No matter how tired I am on Friday's...I drive to Auburn on Saturday. Nothing is better for the soul then old friends and 36830.

I miss running.
My ankle.
Well, I do not talk about it anymore. I am officially over it. Over the way it has changed my life. Over the fact now they are going to do surgery AGAIN. Over the fact it swells like this after a day of walking. Over the fact that it is STILL painful. Over it. But thanks for asking.

Tiger Walk back in my life and in my Saturday's. Life is Good. Hey, rumor has it a quarterback in town!

On Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and sometimes Saturday and sometimes Sunday...we are playing football. #48 that is. Otherwise known as Tbone. He has been known to put on a good show. And he is not near as exhausted as I am from football.

I really think each year we get busier and busier but the basic day to day life is the same. I keep busy doing all my normal things like folding clothes, cooking meals, keeping kids from killing each other and trying not to forget at the end of the day I am still a just a MOMMA ROACH ....kinda like a country song or it ain't.