Back in November I thought getting ready for one market was enough stress and work for one day. I mean getting up no latter then 5 every Saturday to pack how ever many ice chest we would need with mil and product to be out the door by 6 is a lot of work, right?
Well, back in early April I learned I was wrong! :D Getting ready for one market it's near as stressful as getting ready for TWO markets in one day. That is where you pack no less then six ice chest with ice and product and the last car to pull out of the drive way can pull out no latter then 6:30! Double work, double product and same amount of time. lol
Well, now I am learning that yet again I was wrong! Right now the only thing more stressful then the past two months will be tomorrow!
Tomorrow is the day when I will have to get up at sometime, that has yet to be decided to pack at least 9 ice chest to be ready for the first car to pull out at 5! Why?
Well, we are adding another market to our list of markets. :D We have been trying to add this market to our list for about a month now, but to no avail. Now, we are able to do it. Dad will be going to Austin with Christin, Mom will be going to Houston with Emma and Seth, and I will be going to the Woodlands with a friend. :D
Dad will be leaving at 5, Mom will be leaving at 6, and I will be leaving at 6:45. In following weeks mom and dad will switch out markets and children going with them, where as I will be switching out siblings going with me, until this market takes it's break at the end of June.
Now, that I have updated the world on what has been going on this week to keep me from posting on here, I am off to make sure everything that I have to do for tomorrow is completed, so that I can get into bed early, because it promises to be a slightly stressful day for me! (Not only am I going to be getting ready for three markets, but I will be driving the standard for the a distance for the first time!)
Pray for us!!
Friday, May 15, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Shoes
I hate shoes!! I'm glad we have them, there are days and things I would not want to go without them, but other than those days in August and those jobs in the animal pens, I hate them and wish I could live without them.
Without thinking I have run out and served costumers in my bare feet. I have slipped my shoes off during market more times than mom cares to know about, I almost ran over to our neighbors to the west without shoes on yesterday! And have asked to go to friend's house without shoes, I am not the type of person who likes to show shop. I only like to own three pairs of shoes and all of those would be cowboy boots if I could!
I think one reason is the fact that I can never keep a pair of regular shoes or sandals for longer than two months, if that long! Ever since I was 8 I have had the worst time getting shoes to last me a year. And this goes back to when I lived in Houston, so there is no blaming the "rough life" of the country on it. I didn't wear them that much, only when I left the house. Which was maybe four times a week and one of those was for dance, so I only really wore them out of the house three times a week.
It started out, where we had to buy a new pair every year--A new pair of sneakers, a new pair of sandals, and a new pair of church shoes. Not all at the same time, but at least one pair a year.
Then it moved to a pair every six months. Church shoes might last me a little longer, but sandals and sneakers, NEVER!
Right before we moved out here it changed to sneakers never lasted me longer than four months. No, matter the brand, the style, the age, or the amount of wear, I could take a new pair of shoes and wear them out in four months.
I was known to wear a hole into a pair of keds in one wearing. It's gotten to the point where we don't buy sneakers for me anymore, we just buy the $5 sandals every month during the summer and during the winter I wear my cowboy boots.
But, even the boots don't last for every. My dad has to replace the soles in his boots every other year; I have to replace mine every year. We bought a pair that looked brand new at our thrift store last August; the soles need to be replace and not just the first layer, but the entire thing! It's horrid, how I go through shoes!!
Two weeks ago mom found some shoes that would work great as farm shoes on sale. She also found the same style in a nice blue that would work great for errands and church. First she found them at the Hempstead Wal-mart for $3 a pair. Then two days later I found them for $1 a pair. We now have around 30 pairs of the shoes in blue, black, red, orange, pink, tan, and one other color I can't think of right now.
They are really cute and everyone loves them, but me. They hurt my feet!! But I am wearing them to see if plastic can last, if it does I might invest in a couple pairs of crocs. But at this point I am wondering if I can even wear them!! So, if you see me at church, market, or running errands with a limp, you know why. :D
I had a picture of all thirty pairs of shoes lined up in the front hallway, but we seemed to have lost the camera again!! :-S So you will just have to imagine 30 pairs of shoes lined up. lol
Without thinking I have run out and served costumers in my bare feet. I have slipped my shoes off during market more times than mom cares to know about, I almost ran over to our neighbors to the west without shoes on yesterday! And have asked to go to friend's house without shoes, I am not the type of person who likes to show shop. I only like to own three pairs of shoes and all of those would be cowboy boots if I could!
I think one reason is the fact that I can never keep a pair of regular shoes or sandals for longer than two months, if that long! Ever since I was 8 I have had the worst time getting shoes to last me a year. And this goes back to when I lived in Houston, so there is no blaming the "rough life" of the country on it. I didn't wear them that much, only when I left the house. Which was maybe four times a week and one of those was for dance, so I only really wore them out of the house three times a week.
It started out, where we had to buy a new pair every year--A new pair of sneakers, a new pair of sandals, and a new pair of church shoes. Not all at the same time, but at least one pair a year.
Then it moved to a pair every six months. Church shoes might last me a little longer, but sandals and sneakers, NEVER!
Right before we moved out here it changed to sneakers never lasted me longer than four months. No, matter the brand, the style, the age, or the amount of wear, I could take a new pair of shoes and wear them out in four months.
I was known to wear a hole into a pair of keds in one wearing. It's gotten to the point where we don't buy sneakers for me anymore, we just buy the $5 sandals every month during the summer and during the winter I wear my cowboy boots.
But, even the boots don't last for every. My dad has to replace the soles in his boots every other year; I have to replace mine every year. We bought a pair that looked brand new at our thrift store last August; the soles need to be replace and not just the first layer, but the entire thing! It's horrid, how I go through shoes!!
Two weeks ago mom found some shoes that would work great as farm shoes on sale. She also found the same style in a nice blue that would work great for errands and church. First she found them at the Hempstead Wal-mart for $3 a pair. Then two days later I found them for $1 a pair. We now have around 30 pairs of the shoes in blue, black, red, orange, pink, tan, and one other color I can't think of right now.
They are really cute and everyone loves them, but me. They hurt my feet!! But I am wearing them to see if plastic can last, if it does I might invest in a couple pairs of crocs. But at this point I am wondering if I can even wear them!! So, if you see me at church, market, or running errands with a limp, you know why. :D
I had a picture of all thirty pairs of shoes lined up in the front hallway, but we seemed to have lost the camera again!! :-S So you will just have to imagine 30 pairs of shoes lined up. lol
I forgot.....
I have talked about who I am, my family, our dairy, and every now and then I talk about our daily lives. I have told about how the names came up for the farm, my business, and my blog. I have talked about my jobs before now and what I am doing now. I have talked about my siblings, animals, and car troubles.
But I forgot to give a warning! I meant to post about this on day one or two, but completely forgot to do so. I have thought about it on and off since I started and mom and dad told me I should explain/warn about my misspellings and grammar. But it's one of those things for me that is hard to explain. It's hard enough in person, but on a computer? Oh, even worse!! At least, with the computer I have links I can send y'all to for all your questions. lol
I am talking about is my spelling and grammar. If you have any doubts about this, which I doubt you do, by now. You can contact my mom and dad and ask them about my years in school. Those were the days when they were thankful that they had decided to home school me. :D
I have Dysgraphia, and no I am not misspelling this! I call it a broken link between my mind and my paper (or computer screen). I know what I want to say, but half the time I cannot get it on paper they way I want to, I know how a word should look, but I can't tell you how to correctly spell it. Most times I can tell you when it's in correctly spelled, but for the life of me I cannot tell you how to correct it. When I need spelling help, I call on Grace. I have been calling on Grace since she was 12!! It also affects my writing, my 12 year old sister can write better than I can.
Here is another description of Dysgraphia.....
"Dysgraphia" is a learning disability resulting from the difficulty in expressing thoughts in writing and graphing. It generally refers to extremely poor handwriting."
In the years that my parents have been teaching me, we have learned a lot about Dysgraphia. First we have learned that it is an inherited trait. Not just from parent to child, but in the family, from what we can see some of my other family members (not my siblings) have it and I figured if my uncle can advance in the army with it, I can live on a farm with it. :D
We learned early on that spelling bees were NOT for me that if I had to have a spelling test, it had to be on paper or else I would NEVER get a word correct. (Ask my dad about the times he has had do to the tests, shudder!!).
As for papers, you should never expect a paper within in two weeks! It would take that long for me to try and write up quick draft. Even if it is a subject that I like such as baseball and American History, it would take me forever to get my thoughts on paper and then it was only half of what I wanted to say and not that great. :S
I think this blog has greatly surprised my parents in many different ways. In the first place, the fact that I wanted to do it, that I asked for it and I got it. Second, is that I have been posting this often and that the posts have not all been short posts. And thirdly is that it has stayed around for this amount of time. :D
Now, yes it does have its misspellings and yes the grammar is not the best, but the fact that I am trying is what pleases them. Now I need to work on perfecting my grammar and spelling. Something tells me this is going to be a lifelong job. At least, I know I can do other things well. :-)
But I forgot to give a warning! I meant to post about this on day one or two, but completely forgot to do so. I have thought about it on and off since I started and mom and dad told me I should explain/warn about my misspellings and grammar. But it's one of those things for me that is hard to explain. It's hard enough in person, but on a computer? Oh, even worse!! At least, with the computer I have links I can send y'all to for all your questions. lol
I am talking about is my spelling and grammar. If you have any doubts about this, which I doubt you do, by now. You can contact my mom and dad and ask them about my years in school. Those were the days when they were thankful that they had decided to home school me. :D
I have Dysgraphia, and no I am not misspelling this! I call it a broken link between my mind and my paper (or computer screen). I know what I want to say, but half the time I cannot get it on paper they way I want to, I know how a word should look, but I can't tell you how to correctly spell it. Most times I can tell you when it's in correctly spelled, but for the life of me I cannot tell you how to correct it. When I need spelling help, I call on Grace. I have been calling on Grace since she was 12!! It also affects my writing, my 12 year old sister can write better than I can.
Here is another description of Dysgraphia.....
"Dysgraphia" is a learning disability resulting from the difficulty in expressing thoughts in writing and graphing. It generally refers to extremely poor handwriting."
In the years that my parents have been teaching me, we have learned a lot about Dysgraphia. First we have learned that it is an inherited trait. Not just from parent to child, but in the family, from what we can see some of my other family members (not my siblings) have it and I figured if my uncle can advance in the army with it, I can live on a farm with it. :D
We learned early on that spelling bees were NOT for me that if I had to have a spelling test, it had to be on paper or else I would NEVER get a word correct. (Ask my dad about the times he has had do to the tests, shudder!!).
As for papers, you should never expect a paper within in two weeks! It would take that long for me to try and write up quick draft. Even if it is a subject that I like such as baseball and American History, it would take me forever to get my thoughts on paper and then it was only half of what I wanted to say and not that great. :S
I think this blog has greatly surprised my parents in many different ways. In the first place, the fact that I wanted to do it, that I asked for it and I got it. Second, is that I have been posting this often and that the posts have not all been short posts. And thirdly is that it has stayed around for this amount of time. :D
Now, yes it does have its misspellings and yes the grammar is not the best, but the fact that I am trying is what pleases them. Now I need to work on perfecting my grammar and spelling. Something tells me this is going to be a lifelong job. At least, I know I can do other things well. :-)
Sunday
I was going to sit here and tell y'all all about a normal Sunday at Swede Farm. But as I was thinking about it while cleaning up the processing room, it occurred to me that there is not really a "normal" Sunday at Swede Farm!
Oh, there are things we do almost every Sunday, such as go to morning service at church, go to Central Market, and have 'dunch'.
But, it's never the same. If we go to Central Market before church depends on when we get up, whose milking, what animal problem comes up, who can find their shoes, who can't find the shirt they want to wear, do we have to change a diaper at the last minute? The reasons never end!!
What we do after church depends as well. If we did not go to Central Market before church there is a high chance we will go afterwards, mainly because a lot of our products have stuff bought at Central Market. Such as the coco powder, vanilla bean paste, and coffee extract. Then there is the bulk candy section for the youngers, bulk coffee for the olders and bulk tea for those that don't drink coffee.
After that we might need to go to Sams for dog food, HEB for detergent, or Wal-mart for food, sewing stuff, or printer ink.
Then there have been the days were we did nothing but come straight home, only to find that a goat has kidded, that changes your day right there!! Or to remember that we are out of a product and have to get it made before Tuesday’s market.
There also the days were we go to an Astros' game, park, museum, or friend’s house.
In truth there is never really is a "normal" Sunday in our house and never really has been.
When we lived in Houston, we might have had a normal Sunday morning where we got up around 8, eat breakfast together, all got dressed, and then headed out the door to Sunday school and Church. After that just depended on what our parents wanted to do for the day. Did they want to go to the Art museum or the zoo? Did someone invite us to their house or did we invite someone to our house? Do we have a birthday party to go to or is there one in our family? And then there was evening service to go to.
So, I could say we used to have normal Sunday mornings, but that changed when we moved to the farm.
Now, on the farm we have to get up between 5-6. Milk the goats, do all morning chores, get all thirteen of us dressed and out the door. If we are going to Central Market, then we have to leave no latter then 8:30, if not then we can leave no latter then 9:30.
We rarely get home before 1:30 and more often than not it is between 3-4 when we get home. We start chores immediately, eat dinner and all end up watching T.V., either Iron Chief America or Baseball, all depending on who has the remote control at the time.
The main reason we have to get up so early and get home so late is due to where our church is located. Our church is in Bellaire, it's the church we went to when we were living in Houston. At that time it was 10 minutes from our house and we loved it! Now, it is an hour away and though there are things we miss because of distance, we still love our church!
As I was thinking about our Sunday's and how there never really is a same Sunday any more. Or my other days, where I could sleep until 9 and stay up pass midnight and not have to worry about anything, I had a TON more time to read, play, and laze around. I was wondering if I would ever really want to change, go back to the days in Houston where they were a bit more predictable, laid backed, more church, baseball games, and reading. I came to the realization, that though I did enjoy those days and that I do still miss evening service, and a game a week, I don't think I would want to go back to them.
For one reason, I enjoy going to Central Market for breakfast and coffee. For another I LOVE my animals, I love seeing my siblings running around on ten acres and not being confined to the cull-de-sack that I was. (And even then it was the last 8 years of living in Houston, before that it was just the back yard!) They get to play more baseball and have less chance of breaking a house or car window.
And even though I do miss my 20-30 baseball games a year I would never pass up the chance to meet the people I have through goat showing, markets, and other farm related outings. I would never pass up the chance to milk a goat, raise a kid from birth to milking and showing. See those annoying chickens peck in the yard or hear the rosters crowing at all hours of the day and night. We have horses, which I never thought I would have, even though they do take a bit more money than I thought they would, I enjoy riding them!
No, if I had a choice of moving back into the city or staying in the country, I think I would stay in the country.
And no, I am not saying that I will live here forever, because for all I know God has planned for me to get married and move out of state, into another city. Though, I do not know what he has planned, I do know that I have enjoyed both ways of living that he has given me so far. :D
And that if you had told me on my 15th birthday that by the time I was 21 I would be living in the country selling our goat's milk at Farmer's Markets at least three times a week. That I would be planning on getting my concealed hand gun license, that I LOVE cooking venison, would own my own business, be helping with the family business and starting a new one with my three sisters’ right under me, I would have laughed and thought you were going off your rocker!
But, here I sit with all of those things going on and grateful that God has put me in this place and I can't wait to see what he has planned for me in the future, be it tomorrow, next year, or ten years from now!
Oh, there are things we do almost every Sunday, such as go to morning service at church, go to Central Market, and have 'dunch'.
But, it's never the same. If we go to Central Market before church depends on when we get up, whose milking, what animal problem comes up, who can find their shoes, who can't find the shirt they want to wear, do we have to change a diaper at the last minute? The reasons never end!!
What we do after church depends as well. If we did not go to Central Market before church there is a high chance we will go afterwards, mainly because a lot of our products have stuff bought at Central Market. Such as the coco powder, vanilla bean paste, and coffee extract. Then there is the bulk candy section for the youngers, bulk coffee for the olders and bulk tea for those that don't drink coffee.
After that we might need to go to Sams for dog food, HEB for detergent, or Wal-mart for food, sewing stuff, or printer ink.
Then there have been the days were we did nothing but come straight home, only to find that a goat has kidded, that changes your day right there!! Or to remember that we are out of a product and have to get it made before Tuesday’s market.
There also the days were we go to an Astros' game, park, museum, or friend’s house.
In truth there is never really is a "normal" Sunday in our house and never really has been.
When we lived in Houston, we might have had a normal Sunday morning where we got up around 8, eat breakfast together, all got dressed, and then headed out the door to Sunday school and Church. After that just depended on what our parents wanted to do for the day. Did they want to go to the Art museum or the zoo? Did someone invite us to their house or did we invite someone to our house? Do we have a birthday party to go to or is there one in our family? And then there was evening service to go to.
So, I could say we used to have normal Sunday mornings, but that changed when we moved to the farm.
Now, on the farm we have to get up between 5-6. Milk the goats, do all morning chores, get all thirteen of us dressed and out the door. If we are going to Central Market, then we have to leave no latter then 8:30, if not then we can leave no latter then 9:30.
We rarely get home before 1:30 and more often than not it is between 3-4 when we get home. We start chores immediately, eat dinner and all end up watching T.V., either Iron Chief America or Baseball, all depending on who has the remote control at the time.
The main reason we have to get up so early and get home so late is due to where our church is located. Our church is in Bellaire, it's the church we went to when we were living in Houston. At that time it was 10 minutes from our house and we loved it! Now, it is an hour away and though there are things we miss because of distance, we still love our church!
As I was thinking about our Sunday's and how there never really is a same Sunday any more. Or my other days, where I could sleep until 9 and stay up pass midnight and not have to worry about anything, I had a TON more time to read, play, and laze around. I was wondering if I would ever really want to change, go back to the days in Houston where they were a bit more predictable, laid backed, more church, baseball games, and reading. I came to the realization, that though I did enjoy those days and that I do still miss evening service, and a game a week, I don't think I would want to go back to them.
For one reason, I enjoy going to Central Market for breakfast and coffee. For another I LOVE my animals, I love seeing my siblings running around on ten acres and not being confined to the cull-de-sack that I was. (And even then it was the last 8 years of living in Houston, before that it was just the back yard!) They get to play more baseball and have less chance of breaking a house or car window.
And even though I do miss my 20-30 baseball games a year I would never pass up the chance to meet the people I have through goat showing, markets, and other farm related outings. I would never pass up the chance to milk a goat, raise a kid from birth to milking and showing. See those annoying chickens peck in the yard or hear the rosters crowing at all hours of the day and night. We have horses, which I never thought I would have, even though they do take a bit more money than I thought they would, I enjoy riding them!
No, if I had a choice of moving back into the city or staying in the country, I think I would stay in the country.
And no, I am not saying that I will live here forever, because for all I know God has planned for me to get married and move out of state, into another city. Though, I do not know what he has planned, I do know that I have enjoyed both ways of living that he has given me so far. :D
And that if you had told me on my 15th birthday that by the time I was 21 I would be living in the country selling our goat's milk at Farmer's Markets at least three times a week. That I would be planning on getting my concealed hand gun license, that I LOVE cooking venison, would own my own business, be helping with the family business and starting a new one with my three sisters’ right under me, I would have laughed and thought you were going off your rocker!
But, here I sit with all of those things going on and grateful that God has put me in this place and I can't wait to see what he has planned for me in the future, be it tomorrow, next year, or ten years from now!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Happy Mother's Day!!
Mom,
You held my hand when I was small,
Taught me how to see
the wonder it it all...
You gave me love, hope, and faith
With all your heart
and all your Grace...
You are a treasure of wisdom, true...
But most of all, Mother...I love you!!
Love, Katarina
The above is what is on the gift that I gave my mom this year, and I really do mean it!
I LOVE YOU MOM!!
More on Driving
All right, it's been a week since I got my license. :D I've driven the one mile down the road to our friend, who we bought our fist goats from, I have driven to the Seger's to get some hay, I have driven to three markets, and church, I do believe that is all. :D
At church last Sunday I got a lot of "Well it's about time!", or "Great! Just let me know when you are going to be on the road!” As if you can miss our big blue van! lol (I even have gotten it here on this blog!)
At church last Sunday I got a lot of "Well it's about time!", or "Great! Just let me know when you are going to be on the road!” As if you can miss our big blue van! lol (I even have gotten it here on this blog!)
Last night was at first fun, and then turned a little stressful as I headed to market. Chris and I headed out right on time with everything we needed for the market...Ice chests, change box, market box (two in fact) sign, water, and MP3 player! lol
as we get close to Collage Station, I start watching for my exit, I wanted to make sure that I didn't get lost. And what do I end up doing? What else is there for me to do? I take the wrong exit! (At least, that is what I thought at the time.) I circle around, get back on 6 and take the exit that I thought my dad had told me to take. Only to find out when I call mom (and don't ask me why I call her! lol) that the first exit I had taken was in fact the one I wanted and I had already driven by the market TWICE!!
So, we get there with ten minutes to set up. We set up, buy some peaches, and wait. We hand out samples, sell milk, buy more peaches, pack up and leave. :D All in all, there were no problems and it was enjoyable.
Being the coffeeholic that I am I was desperate for a cup of coffee and I was NOT going to go to Starbucks!! So, I park the car what seems like a block away, go in, get my coffee and Christin's tea and then head to Taco Bell for dinner. As I pull out of Taco Bell mom calls asking me to stop and get some diapers at Wal-mart.
Right before I pull into Wal-Mart, the car did something funny. I can only explain it, as a hiccup. It felt almost like the car hiccupped, it was really weird! At first nothing happened and then it felt as if it wasn't working right and I notice then that I am going 35 and the speedometer has me at O MPH! Oh great!!
So, I go in get the diapers. Go out and start the car. The speedometer is still not working and I can’t put my finger on it, but it just does not seem like the car is working right. I send in an SOS call to mom. After about ten minutes of mom going back and forth between dad (who is a Little league game) and myself, they decide that she is going to drive the blue van out and we will either switch cars or she can call the tow truck.
So, there I am stuck in a Wal-mart parking lot for the next 45 minutes and for the first time in weeks I had left my book bag at home. I saw it as I was walking out the door and thought "I'm not going to need that, I am either going to be selling milk or driving, I might as well leave it here". Sure wish I had brought it with me. I ended up going into Wal-Mart and buying a book that costs more then $5 for the first time an at least a year!
So, Chris and I sit and wait, Chris sleeping and I reading. When mom gets there she drives the green van for a couple of miles. At first it acted up and we thought that we might have to call the tow truck. Then it decided to start working correctly.
We got home around 10 o'clock, where I then crashed, thinking that cars are way too much trouble! But, also looking on the bright side, at least I didn't run out of gas, get a flat tire or end up in a crash. (About ten minutes after I got to market, dad had called telling me to be careful while driving, because he had just driven by an SUV un it's roof and he didn't want that happening to me.)
Now, to see if they will let me out on my own again.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Driving
It has become a joke among people who know me, about when I will get around to getting a license. :D Whenever I make a comment about my car, my license, driving or anything along those lines, I get rolled eyes and "Yeah I'll believe it when I see it!”
I never really wanted to get my license. I had seen more than enough accidents to make it clear that I didn't want to; I would rather let my experienced parents drive. Plus I never really had any where to go. The only place I really liked going I either went with my family.....Ballgames, church, market.....And if there was a time when I wanted to go somewhere by myself that tended to be the library and dad works two blocks from one and mom is always driving by one so she would drop me off while she ran her errands. So, why pay for insurance, take time and add stress to our lives by me having a license? Well, that is what I a little over two years ago. :D
I was a month short of my 18th birthday when I got my permit. And I didn't even want to get it! One Friday mom and I were going to bible study and left early one Friday morning, mom never telling me why. Once we got in the car she said "We are surprising your dad, you getting you permit TODAY!!” (Surprise my dad?!?! What about surprising me?!) So, I got it, passed the written test with flying colors got my permit, walked out to the car and got in the passenger seat. lol There was NO WAY I was going to drive then! That night I showed dad the permit as we walked down the street to go to an Astros game. He was so excited he wanted me to drive home! NO WAY! Not, in the dark, not in down town, and not for a while!! Little did I know he would have me driving in the country in the dark for my first time! But, I did and I survived.
Well, I drove almost everywhere afterwards, that I could. Getting as much practice in as I could an enjoying it VERY much, much to my surprise. I have some great memories from learning to drive. :D Most of them have to do with something that I said and dad's reaction. I am sure that he never thought it would be this bad to teach me to drive. (Hey he's been "teaching" me since I was 8!) One of them is from my first time behind the wheel. I am coming around a curve way to slowly, but I didn't want to go any faster. When dad asked why I replied with "There is a mean looking bull on the other side of that fence, and I don't really care to find out if he is as mean looking as he seems!" That left dad speechless for a few seconds!
When a year came and my permit expired we planned on getting my license ASAP, but so much came up, a sick grandfather, a new baby, two out of state trips, the dairy, never really giving us a free Tuesday to go in and get it.
Now here we NEED me to get it, the Woodlands market is my market. With mom and dad at two other markets at the same time, they need me to be filling in there. I will be driving there ever week; a license would be a nice thing. :D We tried three times to get it. Tuesday I couldn't take the test because the ground was wet and it might rain and Wednesday I couldn't take it because one of the workers had to go get her husband, who had been flooded down in Hobby.
After two days of trying to get it and nothing happening we went in the third time, yesterday around two. We would have gone in bright and early, but mom had a Dr. appointment and I had a late start on the yogurt. So we get in there and I walk up and the lady says "I thought you would have been here earlier!" Oh, boy! So, we get an appointment time, and then go out to sonic. What fun, mom and me time!
We get there, pray (as I am sitting in the car near to dying!), start the test with the inspection, the lady gets in the car, looks back and sees our white board from market the night before and asks "So, what do y'all do sell milk?" "yes, mama goat's milk, chocolate milk, yogurt, kefir and a new coffee flavored milk drink" (The salesperson in me kicked in! lol) "I think you know some friends of mine _____, I think they used to buy your milk, they said it was great." (And yes, I did know them).
So, we go on with the test were I flunk parallel parking, but did well on everything, but one turn and passed. She was so busy asking me about my siblings, family, goats and dairy that she forgot to grade me until she was getting out of the car! And no, it was not my fault! I was not going to talk, because I was advised by more than one person not to, but I do have to answer questions when asked, don't I? lol
So, we go into the office and as she is getting my information she asks me if anyone in my family will be in Hempstead tomorrow, because she would like some chocolate milk. lol
So, I got my license, didn't kill anyone or even come close :D made a sale, and kind of enjoyed it. :D I now can drive and prove to people that I am as old as I say I am! Now I need to get driving a standard down pat.
I never really wanted to get my license. I had seen more than enough accidents to make it clear that I didn't want to; I would rather let my experienced parents drive. Plus I never really had any where to go. The only place I really liked going I either went with my family.....Ballgames, church, market.....And if there was a time when I wanted to go somewhere by myself that tended to be the library and dad works two blocks from one and mom is always driving by one so she would drop me off while she ran her errands. So, why pay for insurance, take time and add stress to our lives by me having a license? Well, that is what I a little over two years ago. :D
I was a month short of my 18th birthday when I got my permit. And I didn't even want to get it! One Friday mom and I were going to bible study and left early one Friday morning, mom never telling me why. Once we got in the car she said "We are surprising your dad, you getting you permit TODAY!!” (Surprise my dad?!?! What about surprising me?!) So, I got it, passed the written test with flying colors got my permit, walked out to the car and got in the passenger seat. lol There was NO WAY I was going to drive then! That night I showed dad the permit as we walked down the street to go to an Astros game. He was so excited he wanted me to drive home! NO WAY! Not, in the dark, not in down town, and not for a while!! Little did I know he would have me driving in the country in the dark for my first time! But, I did and I survived.
Well, I drove almost everywhere afterwards, that I could. Getting as much practice in as I could an enjoying it VERY much, much to my surprise. I have some great memories from learning to drive. :D Most of them have to do with something that I said and dad's reaction. I am sure that he never thought it would be this bad to teach me to drive. (Hey he's been "teaching" me since I was 8!) One of them is from my first time behind the wheel. I am coming around a curve way to slowly, but I didn't want to go any faster. When dad asked why I replied with "There is a mean looking bull on the other side of that fence, and I don't really care to find out if he is as mean looking as he seems!" That left dad speechless for a few seconds!
When a year came and my permit expired we planned on getting my license ASAP, but so much came up, a sick grandfather, a new baby, two out of state trips, the dairy, never really giving us a free Tuesday to go in and get it.
Now here we NEED me to get it, the Woodlands market is my market. With mom and dad at two other markets at the same time, they need me to be filling in there. I will be driving there ever week; a license would be a nice thing. :D We tried three times to get it. Tuesday I couldn't take the test because the ground was wet and it might rain and Wednesday I couldn't take it because one of the workers had to go get her husband, who had been flooded down in Hobby.
After two days of trying to get it and nothing happening we went in the third time, yesterday around two. We would have gone in bright and early, but mom had a Dr. appointment and I had a late start on the yogurt. So we get in there and I walk up and the lady says "I thought you would have been here earlier!" Oh, boy! So, we get an appointment time, and then go out to sonic. What fun, mom and me time!
We get there, pray (as I am sitting in the car near to dying!), start the test with the inspection, the lady gets in the car, looks back and sees our white board from market the night before and asks "So, what do y'all do sell milk?" "yes, mama goat's milk, chocolate milk, yogurt, kefir and a new coffee flavored milk drink" (The salesperson in me kicked in! lol) "I think you know some friends of mine _____, I think they used to buy your milk, they said it was great." (And yes, I did know them).
So, we go on with the test were I flunk parallel parking, but did well on everything, but one turn and passed. She was so busy asking me about my siblings, family, goats and dairy that she forgot to grade me until she was getting out of the car! And no, it was not my fault! I was not going to talk, because I was advised by more than one person not to, but I do have to answer questions when asked, don't I? lol
So, we go into the office and as she is getting my information she asks me if anyone in my family will be in Hempstead tomorrow, because she would like some chocolate milk. lol
So, I got my license, didn't kill anyone or even come close :D made a sale, and kind of enjoyed it. :D I now can drive and prove to people that I am as old as I say I am! Now I need to get driving a standard down pat.
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