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We celebrated Easter last weekend with my extended family. We always get together and have a big Easter Egg hunt with lots of food and plain ole fun. This year we hid 300 eggs. That is a lot of hiding. And a lot of finding. Especially since each egg had a $1 in it.

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Mmmmm!

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PEEPS! And Cake! TOGETHER!! How can you get better than that?

Then, this weekend my sister and their children came back over. We spent yesterday morning at Jujitsu. Tate has started taking it as well as Tae Kwon Do so all of my nieces decided they would check out the class and see if it was something they might like to do. I think they all loved it. Then we got some of my Mom’s plants in the ground for her:

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Everyone hates digging holes. We have the most horrendous dirt you have ever seen. Ok, so it isn’t actually dirt. It is churt. Filled with rocks and almost impossible to dig into in some places.

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Then, all the kids decided that was hard work and they needed a nap.

I hope that you all have a great day. I am going to be looking for lighting fixtures. The one in my bathroom decided to stroke out and a lamp in a bathroom just doesn’t get it. It is like bringing a knife to a gun fight. Happy Easter Everyone!

 

11 year old little boys are just weird. Mine is anyway, and his friends seem to be so as well, that is how I can generally make the assumption that they are all weird. Maybe yours isn’t…and if not…I am jealous. Seriously Jealous. So please don’t tell me that yours acts normal. That yours doesn’t say “Dude” every 5 minutes. That yours doesn’t make things explode and go boom. That your takes a bath without an Act of Congress. That you don’t find contraband in your little boys pants pockets which eventually ends up in the washer and dryer.

This week…my 11 year old invited himself over to the Neighbor through the woods house for dinner. What did he tell them? That I was gone for the evening and didn’t feed him before I left. Ummm HELLO! I went to the FFA Banquet with Erin, where she was recognized for her accomplishments throughout the year. We were served dinner at the banquet. Before I left I made sure Tate had food. What happened to said food? I have no idea.

Neighbor also wants to know why Tate REEKED of Kerosene. Ummm well, you see, he built a fire. Yep, he decided he would have himself a fire. Which he poured kerosene on. Do you know what happens when you pour kerosene on a fire?? Yep, you guessed it…it reaches to the heavens.

Thank goodness we live really far out in the country. If we lived in the city…well, that just would not be a good thing. Today…there are 2 11 year old boys here…mine and one of his friends. What are they doing? Romping throught the woods, in the mud and rain, hunting squirrels, looking for poisonous plants that they have read about. Bringing in rocks in their pockets. Basically, they are participating in science…without knowing it…and being weird little boys. Therefore, it is WEIRD SCIENCE!

 

Here are the pictures of the greenhouse I promised. See the photo below? All tomato plants. There is nothing in that whole greenhouse except tomato plants. I am sick of seeing tomato plants. I am sick of transplanting tomato plants. There are literally thousands of them. And this is just one location in the South end of the county. They have other greenhouses located at the North end of the county. They have thousands there too. Did I tell you that I am sick of tomato plants? Oh, ok…just wanted to make sure I told you that.

While I may be sick of tomato plants…I LOVE the flower house. It is my favorite by far. I love watching them grow from nothing but seeds or teeny tiny little plants into the beauties that you see below.

While this isn’t a franchise or anything, it is a big operation…that is very time consuming. And while I love helping out occassionally, I am so thanful that it isn’t a full time job for me. Cause it is a hot and dirty job but, that means you definitely don’t need diet pills.

 

Today my son learned a valuable lesson. He learned the value of hard work. I work part time for a friend of mine who owns greenhouses and have for many years. This morning Tate decided that he wated to go with me instead of staying home. So, to work we went. He asked if there was any work he could do to earn some extra money and it was decided that he would make $1 per hour. He weeded under all the tables, he helped fill trays with dirt. He filled up pots with dirt. He helped load a trailer that was to be taken to the other set of greenhouses. He worked hard. And got his pay doubled. We talked about what it means to be a hard worker and doing a job right the first time. What the benefits are even if his pay wasn’t doubled. We talked about how some people just go to work every day and do just enough to get by and how others go above and beyond what is expected of them.

And on the way home…here is what he had to say:

Tate: “Mom, now I know why you are so tired when you come home. But isn’t it a great feeling.”

Me: “Yes Tate, it is a good feeling”

Tate: ” I am always going to work hard just because it makes me feel like I made a difference, even if it is only in the life of a plant.”

The profound musings of an 11 year old boy. It makes me happy!

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