Friday, July 17, 2009

You Know You Are Married To An Engineer When . . .

You know you are married to a water engineer when . . .

  • He has surveyed your backyard and knows that the grade is all wrong.
  • He has fun playing and diverting water.
  • He knows how to create a wetland.
  • And he has a pair of water boots.

Ever since we have lived in our house, we have always known that our easement is prone to a little bit of water collection. With each passing year, every rainfall compresses the ever growing soil basin. As a result, the egg infested water is restricted from entering the underground.

We frequently have a small lake in our backyard that harbors local wildlife, such as ducks. It provides entertainment that doesn't need electricity and the ducks stimulate Mussie's desire to stalk, hunt, and chase. I imagine it allows her to dream of her ancestors when they hunted lions.

Just hours before Mr. Smiley's birthday back in May, we made the decision to drain the mosquito infested backyard lake. It seems that parties are the impetus to get major projects done around the house. (Too bad we don't have any birthdays in the Winter!)


Notice that Hottie Hubby is wearing his engineering shirt and has on the infamous black boots that I really do find quite attractive on him.


The water pump was procured. Oddly, it was very similar to the one we used to drain the birthing tub after Mr. Smiley's entry into the world. I found it fitting to use it one year later for his birthday.


Hottie Hubby placed the pump in the lake where it would remain for approximately 2 hours.


Yes, this much water came out of the hose for two hours. Unbelievable.


Hottie Hubby worked to further drain out this area, by placing the pump slightly below ground level and creating channels for the water to flow towards the pump. Genius.


Though the water was gone, the area remained soggy for Mr. Smiley's party, but at least the swamp was gone.

The area still annoyed us two months later and Mr. Me-Too's party was quickly approaching.

July brought yet another home improvement project.

We (well, he) was going to construct a wetland.

Wetlands are an important part of our Midwest landscape. Wetlands . . .
  • can be a storage basin for large rainfalls
  • reduce erosion along streams and rivers
  • act as nature's kidney by eliminating toxins from contaminated water
  • provide a natural habitat for many creatures (most of which, I hope won't relocate to our backyard)
  • create a laboratory for hands-on education
  • can provide timber for sawmills
  • are often only seasonally wet
  • are the link or transition zone between the land and the water

In total, Hottie Hubby loaded and unloaded about 500 pounds worth of rock from the Loser Cruiser that would help define our wetland and give it a natural, perhaps artistic, appearance.


And instead of using a wheelbarrow, we borrowed the boys' wagon. Makes sense, right?


Hottie Hubby created the edging by hand.



Looks better, but he's not done yet!



He put down smaller stones and then added the large flagstone. We didn't want the rock to sink into the ground after each rainfall.



I think he had a little bit too much fun doing this! The problem was that afterward the boys thought that they could run into the wetland and jump around, too. Umm . . . no.



He bought some grass sedges.



And planted some Obedient flowers on the perimeter that were given to us by Hottie Hubby's coworker. Both of these plants are specifically wetland plants. They establish long roots, thus loosening up the soil and allowing heavy rainfall to soak into the ground.



Voila! It will remain a work in progress. With each passing year, the sedges and flowers will continue to grow in diameter and eventually fill the empty spaces.



I am so impressed with how creative my man is at work and at home.

And now, I am the proud owner of a wetland.

You know your husband is a water engineer when he builds you a wetland.



Workers Don't Get Married

We just got back from having lunch with my old college roomie and her three children. Still hoping that one of her daughters will be my future daughter-in-law, I asked Mr. Smackdown a few questions as we were nonchalantly sorting the straight pieces of his new 500 piece puzzle. (He has no idea it is 500 pieces.)

Our conversation went something like this:

Me: So, do you think you might marry O or A when you get older?

Mr. Smackdown: No, I'm going to be a worker. Workers don't get married. But if I do get married, she will probably be a worker like me. She will have to work. (I don't know where he got this since I am not employed outside of the home.)

Me: Really? But Daddy got married to me.

Mr. Smackdown: Well, only workers who are really nice get married. But they have to kill bad guys to get married. But I don't want to kill bad guys so I probably won't get married. Please don't connect my puzzle pieces.

I just thought it was a humorous conversation that provided rich insight into my little guy's head. I'm glad that he isn't looking that far into the future.

For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11

Since no man knows the future, who can tell him what is to come?
Ecclesiastes 8:7


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Wordless Wednesday--My Future Daughter-In-Law


My husband and I began dating back in high school. We have several friends who are also married to their high school sweetheart, even their middle school sweetheart. Sometimes I wonder if I already know my future daughter-in-law. If she happens to be that pretty little lady in pink holding Mr. Smackdown's hand . . . I'm OK with that. I like her parents.

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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Three (well 4) Things You Didn't Know About Me

My life is pretty much an open book.

I blog.

But what don't I blog about? What do I keep hidden from my constituents?

  1. Once in a while I crave a Hardee's Diet Coke. My Diet Coke has to be from Hardee's, not McDonald's. I like the way Hardee's mixes their Coke. The combination of the syrup with Hardee's ice cubes can't be beat. After nominating myself an unofficial loudmouth organic advocate and being either pregnant or nursing for the past six years, I decided that it was an unhealthy, detrimental habit. But I still miss it. Like when I go to the movies. Or sit down to have a pizza. Or go on a car ride.
  2. Sometimes I wish that I was ignorant to the truth about processed, prepackaged foods and white flour and sugar. Sometimes, I wish that I made simple three ingredient casserole meals. It would be nice to not think about what I am going to make for dinner the day before to determine if I need to start sprouting or fermenting something. But I never share about my secret thoughts for an easy life. Being a pioneer is adventurous and different. But sometimes, I'm tired of being different and weird.
  3. My dream is to live on some land with the family that houses a stream, several square foot gardens, two cows, lots of chickens, 6 horses and some mountains while Hottie Husband gets to work for God at Engineering Ministries International.
  4. I would love to adopt a little girl. Shh! Hottie Husband doesn't know that yet!

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Monday, July 13, 2009

A New Winner

And we have a new winner for the Organically Grown Baby Outfit Giveaway! I had contacted the original winner, but have yet to hear back, so . . . . a new winner was randomly selected: Valerie from The Crafty Classroom. I'm super excited to be able to bless her through the Organically Grown Baby Outfit Giveaway, because Valerie's numerous websites have been so helpful and encouraging to me. Valerie is the gal who got me hooked on Lapbooks! For Tot School, we use a lot of Valerie's File Folder Games. Check out Valerie's websites!