i must say it was a good day...

{THERE nancy-pants, pictures of the oh so elusive Kortmeister...you happy now?} ;)

Today has been nice.

I feel like I actually got some

"big ticket items" tackled,

which is always rewarding.

I got a new desk,

and a new filing cabinet 

that I have every intention

of spraying painting baby pink.

Not because I have a baby girl on the way or anything.

{Breathe, mom, breath.}

But because I am officially claiming me some 

girly space up in this here nest.

So WARM UP March, I need to get my spray paint on!

{Now! ...um, please?}

I got Kort signed up for baseball {ahem, late}

cleaned my room,

folded 6 loads of laundry,

and

I even have dinner planned.

{gasp!}

It's true, friends.

The next time you hear Sarah Mclachlan singing that

"ordinary miracle" song on the radio.

Think of me.

Me and my miraculous ability to make dinner

1 to 2 out of the seven days in a given week.

Always miraculous.

That's me.

A modern day miracle worker.

Ten has yet another

horrendously bad runny nose.

It is so sad.

I took Kort to the library and let him pick out a bunch of chapter books.

We love the library.

It is like shopping - for FREE!

Shopping spreeeeeeeee!

Supermarket Sweeeeeeeep!

Only, it's better.

Because instead of a bunch of groceries, diapers, and what nots to put away,

we walk away with a compact stack {and delightful mixture} of adventure and information.

I love books so much.

Non-fiction for me, thanks.

Last week, I finished reading 600 pages of information

teaching me how to raise goats, rabbits, sheep, and ducks.

Totally did. 

Then I washed that puppy down with a 

200 page book about raising chickens.

Yup.

I guess it's true.

You can take the girl out of the EC, 

but the EC clearly lies dormant in said girl

and then explodes into a full blown country-life obsession

when said girl turns 30, birfs a second baby, 

and becomes hilariously enchanted with the 

simple, quiet, self-reliant, c.o.u.n.t.r.y. way of life.

So, if you ever need help delivering a baby goat...

you know who to call. {Hint: me!}

On this library trip I picked up

"Columbine"

by Dave Cullen

One of my friends reviewed it on "Goodreads"

and something in me knew that I needed to read it.

Don't know why.

I'm 54 pages into it. Eeeesh.

Review to come. {Maybe. IF I finish...}

Kort has been an absolute peach.

He came home from school.

Did a list of chores that I gave him without protesting.

Then he snuggled down into his bean bag and read more of his book.

{Don't you love the sound of children reading...

VOLUNTARILY! 

Oh, be still my joyous, hoppity, soul}

Okay, I'm off to finish dinner 

{sundried tomatoes and chicken in pasta with scones for dessert}

and to wipe Tentens' nose for the hundredth time

{while he promptly 

screams at me, 

cries at me, 

and stares me down

like the nostril terrorist that I am.}

Happy Tuesday, friends.