4th grade???

So we started 4th grade yesterday.  The kid is gonna be in middle school in 2 years.  I can’t deal.  
The new teacher is awesome.  She’s got a pink strand in her long blonde hair and is uber energetic. She also didn’t give us the oh-my-gawd he’s got 2 gay moms and 2 gay dads smile.  Go Ms. So and So.  The room is full of stuffed monkeys and when I say monkeys, I mean like the zoo couldn’t keep this many monkeys.  She actually has a bathtub in there with a huge gorilla in it and a green loveseat that I would die for.  She must be a fan of green and pink and those are like two of my favorite colors together so another score. Totally out of the box.  I love it and got good vibes already.  4th grade is gonna be the shiz.  
The kid wants hermit crabs.  It was supposed to be a turtle at first and turtles are a apparently a pain in the ass to take care of so I’m totally down for the flakiness. A friend gave us an aquarium for them and if Jen and I don’t get a divorce over figuring out how to set up and take care of these hermit crabs it’ll be a miracle.  
Life on the Spencer farm is good and we are slowly getting our plans together to get the whole self-sustain thing in full motion by the spring of 2018.  We are even gonna hang high cabinets when we gut the kitchen to store what we reap from the veggie garden for canning next year.


The house by the way is a total fixer upper.  A guy who built barns for a living built it from his leftovers in 2007 and it’s a refab dream. We do, however, think the people who lived here before us had a nail fetish.  There’s enough nails and nail holes in these walls to hang slaughter.  I also don’t know where the builder managed to find every piece of 80’s kitchen cabinetry or why the previous owners decided to take the bathroom sink with them instead of the kitchen but it’s coming along slowly and surely.  

Haven’t been spending too much time stressing over the cow lately so that’s a positive.  Maybe I have enough time to absorb this old vegans life-altering transition into Farmer Brown and can get more on board with living in and accepting a circle of life environment. We’ll see. One thing’s for sure, it’s an adventure and I’m always in on that.  Until next time...peace out.

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