Coulter's Farm

Sunday afternoon we went over to Coulter's Farm.

The kids get a thrill out of this old bus:

We've been visiting Coulter's Farm for years.  They are very festive.

Gladys likes the character boards.

 

Speaking of which, I came across this pic of Grandma Miller and Mary Carter (maybe) in a bikini! 

 

What would Grandma say if she were alive today?  I'd be willing to bet she would tell Gladdie to put some warm pants on.  Lol.



Gladys is Grandma Miller's name sake.

Usually, we ride out to the pumpkin patch on the wagon and pick pumpkins.  We are waiting to do that on another day when Glenn can join us.

A black Halloween Tree:

Silly Gladys:

Troy bought himself a Glow in the Dark Rat with his own money.

 

It's nice to back home, but I do miss the warmer weather Pendleton still has.

 

The brisk fall weather didn't hinder our fun in the least.

Troy was eager to get back home to show SnowBall his new rat.

They had a starring contest and the rat won.  :)

SnowBall

The new baby-- SnowBall!

The poor baby was freezing cold and covered in fleas when Troy's friends rescued her. 

She had a bath and got all squeaky clean and warm.  Then met Sophie, who was very excited to greet her.

I think she is around 10 days old, as she is so tiny and very wobbly on her feet.

I'm not sure, but I have a feeling momma cat was trying to move her kitties and got startled by the neighbors dog.  Thus, abandoning her baby in their yard.

 

We went out to search for momma cat and the others, but didn't have any luck in finding them.

17 year old DustBall doesn't seem to mind the new baby.  Introductions are best done on his own terms though.  He was a very good Mother to a stray kitten, about 7 years ago.
 

In other news, Gladys has been busy decorating. She bought a Halloween village kit with her own money, most of which, she earned from the lemonade stand.

She's a happy girl!

We walked around the Pumpkin Festival Sunday afternoon.

Troy won pops for us.

The kids and I, at the same time, said-- "There's SnowBall!"!  About the little kitten with her eye's closed in the middle of the pic.  Rest assured, the lady working the booth informed me these creations are all made of synthetic fur.

My part polar bear child, Gladys, was the only one riding rides... and wearing shorts, that nut.

She had a good time.

Meanwhile, Troy kept the beat and busted out dancing to the music.

Normally he draws a crowd, but the place was virtually empty, except for the workers.  No matter, Troy was getting down with the beat.

We patronized the church food booth and shared some dessert perogies.

Then went right home to the new baby, SnowBall.

On the rare occasion no one is holding her, she sleeps in a box with a heating pad set to low, and blankets.

Her appetite is good, but the only thing she can eat right now is milk.  I feed her kitten formula from a tiny syringe. 

When she sleeps, she actually sucks on her own toes; it's the cutest thing.  :)

Westville Pumpkin Festival 2014

Howdy Folks!

Things are looking up around here. It's been a busy and fun weekend.  The little town of Westville, Indiana held their annual Pumpkin Festival this past weekend.  The Pumpkin Festival Princess was announced Friday evening.

As we all gathered under the tent, the freezing cold wind whipped in through every little crevice.  The girls were all asked to remove their coats for pictures with the press.  They froze.

The winner was announced; the cute little girl in the white dress with the orange sash is the new Pumpkin Princess. 

The next morning, it SNOWED at the Pumpkin Festival Parade.  Lucky Troy got to ride inside in the front seat of a nice warm firetruck.

I had my truck close by, which was nice, since it turned out to be a 15 minute parade with a ten minute intermission in the middle.?.  

In this pic below, Gladdie got photo-bombed by the candy she threw:

All in all, the Westville Pumpkin Festival Parade is still a favorite.  Gotta love a good small town parade.  :) 

Sunday, I got a really SWEET and PRECIOUS SURPRISE!!! Troy's friends found a little baby kitten in their yard that they brought to me!

Troy named her Snow Ball.  Partially because she arrived the day after it had just snowed and her little round body looks like a snowball.  Also, because Dust Ball needs a name sake, so now she has his last name-- Ball.  Cute ahy?

Hungry Trout

Does anyone remember pop guns?  Troy has a pop rifle. I forgot to mention in the last post that he worked security at the Barn Sale.

I think it's sweet how he is into posing for pics. That's my goof ball! :)

 

I had spent a lot of time at Mom's, and her dog, Bo, looks for Sophie every time I go over there now. 

 

 

In other news, I am still not back into the swing of things when it comes to cooking.  I've just been busy and have had my hands full with the kids.  Sooo, what is it that I eat, you ask?  Oddly, I eat about the same thing everyday for breakfast and lunch.

It's like I'm stuck in an eating routine, but at least it's a somewhat healthy one.  Oatmeal with nuts in the morning, and a pita/salad with hummus for lunch.  Supper has been a total wildcard, ranging from normal stuff like pizza (last night) to cereal.

 

That's just the way I am when stress levels are high around here.  It's nice to have a program to fall into because it's just one less thing I have to think about-- not that I mind thinking.  However, my thoughts, like usual, have been focused on fishing. 

Let me tell ya'All, I am LONG OVER DUE for some serious CREEK THERAPY.

Although I didn't have time to justify getting waders wet.  I made a brief stop at a favorite fishing location anyway.  The boxelder bugs were sunbathing and I fed a few to some hungry trout.

It was nice to see a creek full of fish.  That's a good sign.  Family is more important than even a creek full of trout. 

Grace, my oldest daughter, had another stay in the hospital, as she is having some lung/breathing issues.

Unfortunately, we have been frequenting the hospital.  I am a total germ-a-phobe, so among other reasons, hospitals are not on my list of favorite places.

FYI: Leaving a trail of hand sanitizer, I found, was a good way to quickly mark the path back to the exit.  :)