Mountain Girl Silver - Hand-Stamped Customized Silver Jewelry - Portland, Oregon

It’s 6:05 on Saturday… the week is finally over. So many things happened this week that it’s hard to know where to start. I guess the most important thing to report is that all orders that came in up to the 3rd of May actually made it out by Wednesday. This Mother’s Day was nuts, and I’m finally (after 6 years) beginning to understand why Mother’s day rush is so much harder than Christmas. You see… people plan for Christmas. From Nov 15th or so, up until about Dec 15 is when the shopping season is. It’s a month long. So while we are consistently busy for a month, it’s bearable because it’s on an average. Whereas Mother’s Day….  people don’t plan for mother’s day.. they wait up until the few days, a week at most, to shop for it. Not ALL people, but most. But it’s cool, we roll with it…. I try not to get angry that everyone just thinks that the “please allow two weeks for your order” doesn’t apply to them. But whatever,,, it’s all good. Tell you what, my patience, altho’ tested daily, is so much more than it used to be. I celebrated 6 months sobriety last week….  6 months isn’t a very long time except in sobriety, pregnancy and jail I’d imagine..  It has gone fast, and I’m blessed by God, for this business, my family, and my friends and just an all around great life where I struggle everyday to find balance and composure.

Also this last week we moved the chickens from my living room to the chicken coop that we built in the backyard. Was just telling a friend yesterday how impulsive I am. I’ve always been impulsive. Buy the chickens and worry about the coop later… sheesh. DUMB!!  But, we did it. Over the course of the last 2 weekends we managed to put together thee coolest coop. And finally, I think it was on Wednesday, we put the birds to bed!!  You would walk into my living room and just be overcome by this green foggy cloud of chicken crap smell. And to make matters worse, at night, I’d leave their heat lamp on them so it would bake and bubble all the crap and the smell was just heinous by morning. I reached my limit the other day and frantically ran to the farm store, got my feeders and whatnots and stuck em in the coop. We still need to repair the north side wall and do some caulking here and there, but they are loving it out there. Totally loving it!!  I bought some lavender plants yesterday to plant in the ground around the coop. I got a book a couple weeks ago on raising chickens… the Storey’s guide to raising chickens and man…  you would be shocked at how much you really have to know about the little smelly suckers!! So now I’m an urban farmer. Oh… and I’ve been listening to country music…   I doubt I’ll start wearing Wranglers and spurs, but you never know…  I kinda wonder what my neighbors must be thinking. Trying to put myself in their shoes. Unless the coop starts really reeking, then I don’t think it’s going to bother them. I bet when they take a bite out of a fresh egg they will be thankful…. as they’re batting away horse flies from their dinners on the balcony….  egads.  In the picture here we’ve got Rusty (right) and Bruno (left) just watching the chickens in the dog crate as if it’s good cat porn. And now that we have them out in their coop, both of them just sit out there and run circles round and round the coop. I think they’re ticked that the hardware cloth has such small squares, as they can’t get their paws through it like they could with the dog crate. What I’m wondering really tho’, is what if they really did get ahold of one of the chickens. Would they kill it? Or would they just want to play? I think the older the chickens get, and the bigger they get, the cats may be a little more intimidated and may not view them as lunch. Guess we’ll see now won’t we?  I know for a FACT that if our dog, Loosha, who is 1/2 lab 1/2 weimaraner would behead and devour one if she were given the chance. I remember when we first got them as chicks, I took one out of the tub and was holding it close and called Loosha over to sniff it,,, yah… welll…. the sniff turned into a nip in a millisecond. She went right for the head with a quick snap. Bitch…

Today Anders, who is almost 9 (good night,, where have the years gone?) is in his first skateboarding competition. Some local skate store is sponsoring a competition just up the hill at the skate park. He’s sooooooo excited. A little nervous, and apprehensive, but pumped. I can’t believe how good he is really. I think back to when I was 9, and granted I lived way back in the woods, but I wasn’t good at anything like that ;c(  He’s a funny kid. He’s one of those kids that struggles with math and reading, but can skate like a punk and can sing you a song verbatim after only hearing it one time. His teacher keeps reassuring us that the lightbulb will just go on one day (hopefully soon)… I’m not worried about him tho’…  He’s a smart cookie. I hope he shreds it today. Can’t wait to see the look on his face when I tell him he has to wear his knee pads, his elbow pads and his wrist guards today for the competition… ha hahahahah  Such the fashion diva he has become….my gosh!!!  What is it with tight skinny jeans? I don’t get it. They’ve GOT to be hurting his little balls.  Funny story…  and he’d KILL me if he knew I was writing this to the general public….  But we were at Old Navy the other day and he was insistent on buying a pair of girl’s pants jeans.. claiming that they just “fit better” and are “tighter on my legs mom”..  So there we are, digging through the massive amount of jeans on the wall, and this 10 or 11 year old girl comes up to us and says,, “Ummm,,, just so you know,, those are GIRLS jeans, the boy’s jeans are over there.” Anders pupils became the size of olives and his face turned beet red. He stared at me in that moment as if saying to me “please get me out of this situation mom”.. To which I quickly said, “Oh.. we know.. we’re picking out jeans for his sister.” (lie lie lie)  And I could visibly see his shoulders come to rest. Poor kid.. he’s the skinniest kid you’ve ever seen!! I feel like feeding him sticks of butter with breaky. Again, I think back and remember my track coach yelling to me as I was speeding down the track , “GO STICK GO”…  beanpoles..

I say this every year tho’, on Mother’s day. I hope everyone who receives one of my necklaces for Mother’s day tomorrow cries tears of joy and happiness. I hope they have a beautiful day of doing nothing if they wish. I hope they have a beautiful day of gardening if they wish. I don’t really know what I’m going to be doing tomorrow other than decompress. I still have one more cuff to make today that is going to be picked up tonight sometime. And so help me God if I get a phone call today from some dude trying to get me to bail him out of the dog house that he will inevitably be in if he shows up to the party empty-handed. ha ha…  As much as I complain about those guys, I always, in the end, take pity on them and usually will bail them out. Afterall, it’s my job. And I love my job. I love Mountain Girl Silver……

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY PEOPLE!!

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