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7/30/11
7/24/11
Cranky Gardener
My job was basically to walk back & forth to the garage to get tools. We repurposed some old wood behind the barn to make the frame. 4x4. We are starting small & practicing for next Spring.
Note to self (& good excuse for new shoes): wear work boots!! While foraging for boards, two nails went thru my flip flops and luckily not thru the skin. I know, dumb. H didn't even need to say he told me so...
Eventually, with sweat in my eyes, we completed this small task & visions of late summer harvest danced in my head.
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6/28/11
My open letter to ABC
Dear ABC TV Network:
Via website http://abc.go.com/site/contact-us
My husband and I were watching 101 Ways to Leave a Game Show with our daughter this evening. This show’s rating is PG. To my disappointment, you aired a commercial (which most people fast forward through) advertising the upcoming movie FWB.
Grown-ups can decipher what FWB stands for and thus implies. We do not need it spelled out during prime-time television; however, I do expect you to edit out young women speaking lines like “No emotion. Just sex,” as well as the guy bragging to his friend, “It’s just sex.” I am so disgusted by the role of television to normalize sex in our culture. There may be girls in this world that pretend that sex is all they want, but that is not the message I want my nine-year-old daughter to hear while watching a game show. I wouldn’t want her thinking or saying lines like the actress in the movie is saying.
Please quit spreading the false idea that it is okay to sleep around while pretending that there is no emotional loss when you give a part of yourself away to anybody. Sex is sacred and special and emotional and physical. It’s a wonderful thing for grown, married people to experience together.
In fact, God created it to be all of those things. He says so in His word, the Holy Bible, that is an actual book to be read and not just an iPad app to be sworn upon right before two idiots sleep together.
Quit feeding the American people crap! DO YOUR PART—be a responsible, positive voice and hold yourselves accountable for the morality of our nation which continues to decline daily.
Sincerely,
Stace Hunt
Wife, Mom, Christian, Educator, Volunteer
Via website http://abc.go.com/site/contact-us
My husband and I were watching 101 Ways to Leave a Game Show with our daughter this evening. This show’s rating is PG. To my disappointment, you aired a commercial (which most people fast forward through) advertising the upcoming movie FWB.
Grown-ups can decipher what FWB stands for and thus implies. We do not need it spelled out during prime-time television; however, I do expect you to edit out young women speaking lines like “No emotion. Just sex,” as well as the guy bragging to his friend, “It’s just sex.” I am so disgusted by the role of television to normalize sex in our culture. There may be girls in this world that pretend that sex is all they want, but that is not the message I want my nine-year-old daughter to hear while watching a game show. I wouldn’t want her thinking or saying lines like the actress in the movie is saying.
Please quit spreading the false idea that it is okay to sleep around while pretending that there is no emotional loss when you give a part of yourself away to anybody. Sex is sacred and special and emotional and physical. It’s a wonderful thing for grown, married people to experience together.
In fact, God created it to be all of those things. He says so in His word, the Holy Bible, that is an actual book to be read and not just an iPad app to be sworn upon right before two idiots sleep together.
Quit feeding the American people crap! DO YOUR PART—be a responsible, positive voice and hold yourselves accountable for the morality of our nation which continues to decline daily.
Sincerely,
Stace Hunt
Wife, Mom, Christian, Educator, Volunteer
5/16/11
The Miracle of Indoor Plumbing
“Where in the world do you live that you do not have indoor plumbing??” asked a co-worker who’d seen a recent Facebook post.
“In a barn, but I have a toilet now.” I responded. Or, as Ethan says, “A shed. A shed with a bed.”
It’s nothing short of miraculous to be able to flush a toilet. How many times do we habitually do this with no sense of wonder? I guess I have a newfound appreciation and education of pipes, PVC, poop pumps, etc. It’s intricate and complicating. And my husband worked sooo hard to provide it for me.
I went 99 days without a toilet. Of course, I have had luxuries like electricity (only 55 days without it, directly); and now a window a/c unit—with bedside remote. Hopefully the camp toilet is a thing of history and will only be used for its intended purpose—camping. Although, my niece Lyn refers to our living quarters as glamping=glamorous camping.
Sometimes Scott and I lie in bed at night and wonder, “Who does this?”
Well, we do. We work until we run out of $$ and then we stop for the month. We are truly, honest-to-goodness broke by the end of the month. Two months ago I had one cent in savings and less than a dollar in my checking. I didn’t have enough gas to even get to work. BUT I remembered we had fuel in the red, lawnmower gas can. So, Scott put it in my car. God sustains and we made it to payday. It’s not fun and it’s definitely uncomfortable, but it's also an adventure!
I know it will be a year before it’s more like we want it (aka presentable to my sister who thinks I’ve lost my mind), but I do revel in these times. It’s the basic necessities (like a coffee pot) and I know that the Lord is preparing us to be uncomfortable and bug-infested somewhere else in the world where we can be a light in the dark.
“In a barn, but I have a toilet now.” I responded. Or, as Ethan says, “A shed. A shed with a bed.”
It’s nothing short of miraculous to be able to flush a toilet. How many times do we habitually do this with no sense of wonder? I guess I have a newfound appreciation and education of pipes, PVC, poop pumps, etc. It’s intricate and complicating. And my husband worked sooo hard to provide it for me.
I went 99 days without a toilet. Of course, I have had luxuries like electricity (only 55 days without it, directly); and now a window a/c unit—with bedside remote. Hopefully the camp toilet is a thing of history and will only be used for its intended purpose—camping. Although, my niece Lyn refers to our living quarters as glamping=glamorous camping.
Sometimes Scott and I lie in bed at night and wonder, “Who does this?”
Well, we do. We work until we run out of $$ and then we stop for the month. We are truly, honest-to-goodness broke by the end of the month. Two months ago I had one cent in savings and less than a dollar in my checking. I didn’t have enough gas to even get to work. BUT I remembered we had fuel in the red, lawnmower gas can. So, Scott put it in my car. God sustains and we made it to payday. It’s not fun and it’s definitely uncomfortable, but it's also an adventure!
I know it will be a year before it’s more like we want it (aka presentable to my sister who thinks I’ve lost my mind), but I do revel in these times. It’s the basic necessities (like a coffee pot) and I know that the Lord is preparing us to be uncomfortable and bug-infested somewhere else in the world where we can be a light in the dark.
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