I love Her, I mean Him.

My spouse loves me. He knew me for almost five years before he made me legal. He knew I was raised on a farm. He knew I had every animal I ever wanted. If sister and I asked for an animal, we got it. Don't get me wrong, my parents said No more then they said Yes about a lot of things. We could not stay out as late as our friends and no one should call us past 8 oclock. We didn't date boys who wore hats inside our house. But animals...we had them. Dogs, cats, cows, bunnies, birds, fish, etc. I loved them all.

My husband will tell you that I email him regularly with a picture or link of an animal I want weekly. Sometimes daily. They range from dogs to pigs to goats to ponies. My favorite is that he doesn't say no but he finds a clever way to remind me who he is currently on his feeding or vet bill. He also will reply back with a "so cute" or "he looks like a bad dog." He loves me. Instead of 45 babies he lets me eventually get something with fur. Since we lost our Macee we have longed for another Big Dog. We have seriously looked into adoption but for where we live we knew we needed to train a young dog to stay by our house. I am happy to report this angel will be apart of the Roach family in a few weeks. She is a perfect yellow lab.

She needs a name.

I love her.

I mean I love him for saying yes.

And for saying yes to me all those years ago.

Critters and Taters

It is Sweet Potato time at the farm. Which means you should put on your cutest boots and ride in the back of trucks. Your mother should take her camera and go play with other farm animals during the hard work. Eden wanted an apple slice and some sugars.

But daughter and Paw Paw seemed to be doing a fine job without me.

There are rows of taters.

Daughter turns out to be a natural picker and kicker of dirt. She really knows how to turn up the taters.

She also had lots of words for Paw Paw that I am sure he did not hear.

Her dirty hands prove her work ethic.

On the other hand son has some tendencies to get distracted by critters like a freshly killed rat snake.

Or Eden who needed some more ear scratching.

Or Momma Kitty who needed her neck rubbed.

Did someone say rat snake? Momma Kitty was on the look out. She is our pest control girl.

And son had some Tractor Driving 101 to attend. State law requires 9 year old boys should learn proper techniques in front end loaders and plowing.

At the end of the day it is all about the taters and little bit about the critters.

Keep 'Em There

October 9, 2011

5pm-7pm

Come help two local family missionaries stay in Swaziland, Africa.

Musical Guest: Bruce Andrews, Matt Willis and Dave Gowens

$20 per family for admission

Includes:

Hot Dog Supper

Hay Ride

Live Music from local blues artist: Bruce Andrews and Friends

There will be Timbali crafts for sale, a silent auction and sponsorship information available.

All proceeds go directly to

Mark and Allison Clyburn

Steve and Amy McAdams

Bring your lawn chair or blanket for a fun family night at our home!

For more information or questions please leave a comment with your email address and I will get back to you as soon as I can!

A Baby Is Born

These beauties are hiding a new baby. A baby boy as a matter of fact. Yes, you with the yellow earing! These girls really know how to dress up a black outfit. I think the yellow brings out their eyes.


Oh there he is! My sweet, new, baby boy! Your momma is so smart to hide you behind weeds from the crazy lady with the camera.

The whole herd seemed rather enthusiatic about their photo shoot. No need to crowd girls, Momma Roach brought no treats.

Oh I could just eat you. What happened to your earing? I understand. Yellow is not my color either. Maybe we can get you an orange one!

I was sidetracked. Excuse me. No need to stick your tongue out. You-baby boy are the reason I am standing in ants.

Okay, you don't like orange. How about blue?

Sticking your tongue out will make your mouth dry. I am so thankful you have your own momma. I don't need anyone else that needs their lunch packed for school.

Oh baby boy. Your coat is so silky and new. I could show you. I used to show cows. I think you would be Grand Champion. We could go to the State Fair and eat funnel cakes!

Oh, dear! You earing got ripped out and now your ear is split. Don't worry about it. All the girls in Africa are doing it.

Now there is a show cow. She is even standing show ring ready. Front two feet together and one back leg a tad forward. She might have won best in show but she is a little crusty and needs a bath.

Back to you my sweet baby boy. Speaking of sweet. All my show cows had names. Lollipop. Gumdrop. I think your name will be ....Gummi Bear. Yes my little Gummi Boy Bear.

Go and grow Gummi Bear. I have big plans for you.