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It’s been over a month since I posted. I would like to think I have had great intentions of getting a post up but great intentions do not open the laptop and start typing on their own. Life at casa Mudpuddles has been hectic.

  • Sgt has officially left the Unit That Sends Him To Places That “Officially” Don’t Exsist and is now in a full time french program. His hours are fantastic, weekends free and he is learning to say dirty things to me in a new language.
  • I was offered a new position at work in August. Full time floor support and escalations for our client. The hours are late and long, the pay, no so great and I spend the better part of my day speaking with, or calling back angry customers. I love it.
  •  7 of our 16 lambs have been invited to spend some time with our local butcher. The should be returning next week wrapped in neat packages bearing lables  that say things like “Chops”.
  • I celebrated the 10th aniversary of my 29th birthday.
  • Last week I was asked to teach our next training class. If I agreed it meant I would be working late nights, long hours and weekends. The pay sucks too. I said yes.
  • I got together with a girlfriend I had not seen in 8 years. We met up in a local coffee shop and spent the night talking, laughing, crying. It was the best night out I have had in a long time and made me realize how much I missed my partner in crime. I am making plans to fly out to Halifax for a weekend once the training class is finished.
  • I have given up on Twitter.
  • I have approximately 1,297,473 posts to read in my Bloglines.
  • Operation Potty has begun. 



An evening in the park with cousins.

You’ll notice my real name on the video. If you’d like to hook up on FB send me a me message with “Blogging” and we can be BFF’s.

Just Call Me Buzz McKillington

A few days ago Will and Charlie were outside doing some chores that included the use of our lawn tractor and the small trailer attachment. When they were finished they decided it would be fun to ride up and down the road each taking turns standing up to do a bit of surfing in the trailer. The object of this game was to see if the driver could dislodge the surfer. When I caught sight of this I had to holler at them to stop and then proceeded to give them each a lecture on why this was not a safe activity.

When I was finished screeching at them in a voice only the dogs could here Charlie piped up.

“Mom, why do you always have to play the roll of Buzz McKillinton?”.

Which them prompted me to ask them to write a Guest Post on why they think I am such a Buzz Kill. Here is their post, completely unedited*.

Our mother the buzz kill.
A short story by Will and Charlie.


Who wants to hear a story about a bridge? Well nobody but with mom its everyday occurrence, Just hearing her calling our names from upstairs means something that won’t be fun.
What we think will be fun, She thinks will be “Dangerous” Obviously it’s dangerous that’s why it’s fun! She won’t even let us ride bikes down stairs, our poor little brother will grow up in a cruel and un-fun house.
Here’s a list of how she kills our buzz.
1. Sheep in the pool (Apparently it would kill it and that’s “A bad thing”)

2. Everyday when she dumps Henry on us. (Apparently its a bonding experience)

3. Whenever she calls our names from upstairs. (We know its either two things. Work, Or Trouble)

4. How we cant have overly violent games. *Cough* Buzz kill *Cough* *Cough*
5. Shes expects things of us.
6. Expects to feed ourselves.

7. Expects us to not do something Half-assed

8. Work! She expects us to get off out lazy butts and pay attention to her.

9. She expects me. A 16 year old teenage boy to wake up before 12 in the afternoon. (Gasp!)

10. She expects a 14 year old XBOX junkie to not play for 7 hours a day or until his fingers are numb.

11. She expects us to NOT be dumb teenagers. (Who does she think she is?)

As you can plainly tell. Our Moms a real buzz kill, She expects us to do things and enjoy doing them, Her idea of fun is throwing us outside for the day and making us watch Henry. PLEASE! CALL CHILD SERVICES! We don’t know how much more buzz killing we can take. 

TM of Will, Charlie and Henry. :) Have a great day that’s not full of a buzz kill mother. Cause we sure wont.


And there you have it folks, all the reasons why I am Buzz McKillington. 



 *It nearly killed me not to spellcheck and edit this post!

Bubbles Vlog

I’m thinking about doing a Vlog every Sunday. If my readers (all 4 of you *waves) would like to see something particular … farming, a tour of my bathroom, an interpretive dance to Little Green Bad while wearing only underpants … leave a comment and I will do my best to accommodate.

But for now here is a video of Henry and me in the kitchen playing with bubbles.

You’ll notice my real name on the video. If you’d like to hook up on FB send me a me message with “Blogging” and we can be BFF’s.



On July 25th we had a house full of family and friends to celebrate Sgts safe homecoming and Henry’s birthday.

I had wanted to make a fun cake for Henry* and planned out something with sheep. It was my first attempt at using fondant and bought some at a local baking store. Being the overachiever I am I also thought I should try and make some from scratch. Trusty Google helped me find a recipe for marshmallow fondant that seemed simple enough and it was. sheep

I used the homemade fondant for the base and the store bought for the sheep.

To get the woolly look in the fleece I took a drinking straw and made little swirls.

sheep3Our meal for the celebration was lamb burgers and lamb sausages made from a ewe I had to have culled. She didn’t have a name, just a number. #5.

#5 proved to be delicious and my friend thought it would be great to pay homage to this wonderful creature.

sheep_deadI was feeling really pleased with myself and then I saw this!

Go ahead and click over to the post. I’ll wait until you get back.


HFW ‘s little Harry shares his birthday with my Henry and they both live on a sheep farm so it’s not surprising that their mum’s would make them a cake with sheep. HFW really outdid herself with that incredible creation! I now want to move in with her and bake cakes all day while the boys chase sheep.

*Yes, I know Henry’s real name shows up on the cake and you’re probably wondering why I would continue to use the a.k.a. after that. It’s to keep family from Googling our names.

No Longer Waiting

Just two short years ago I was sitting in Kingston General Hospital, hooked up to an IV and waiting.

It seems my whole life I had been waiting. Hell, I married a soldier. Now that’s always about the waiting. Waiting for him to leave, waiting for him to come home, waiting for a posting message, waiting to sell a house, waiting to buy a house. Waiting for the wait to be over.

But on August 3, 2007 I sat waiting to meet someone. Someone I had been waiting for for a very long time. 10 years and the wait was almost over.

At 8pm the doctor broke my water and started the pitocin. And I waited.

At 8:30pm I begged Sgt to find the nurse and tell her I wanted the epidural. And I waited.

At 9pm the anestesiologist came into my room and told me I would soon feel less pain. And I waited.

At 9:15pm I felt less pain. And I waited.

At 10:45 the nurse came in to check on my progress. 10 cm. And I waited.

At 11:04pm I was no longer waiting.



How fast these two years have gone by.



Sgt made it home safe and sound. His plane was about an hour late but that’s to be expected, the military is not know for it’s punctual returns.

While driving home Sgt reaches over, turns the radio on and out of the speakers comes this song. (Sorry, I couldn’t embed this video.) The perfect song for that moment.

Henry played strange for the first day but quickly fell back into routine with his dad. Wednesday morning Sgt and Henry were enjoying some scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast and this came on the radio.

I have always associated music with moments in my life, I like to think of them as anthems to a particular memory. Last week I added a couple more songs to my anthems list and will think of those moments each and every time I hear these songs in the future.


Reading and commenting on blogs has been placed on the backburner for now but I will be returning next week when my holidays start.

Just a quick “Hello” to let you know I am still here.

Send In The Troops

It has been 19 years, 5 tours of duty, countless courses and field time and I always feel the same butterflies in my stomache when Sgt is about to return home. It is the same feeling I would get when we first started dating and I knew he was on his way to pick me up. I start a project but my mind quickly goes to something else and I find myself leaving a half cleaned rec room to start rearranging kitchen cupboards. I can not focus on one thing for any length of time and as a result it looks like my house has been burgled by very messy, very dirty thieves.

Let’s start with the bedroom. I have several large piles of my clothing on the floor and on Sgts side of the bed. Some are to be taken to the local thrift store for donation. Some are winter items that haven’t been stored yet. Some are clean and I haven’t put them away. And some are my maternity clothes that I am just not able to part with at this time. (But that’s a post for another day … or a session for me and my therapist.)

The laundry has piled up and I am afraid it will topple over and smother one of the children.

The kitchen still has last nights supper dishes sitting on the counter. Rice has yet to be swept up from underneath the highchair. The floor is beyond sticky.

The livingroom looks like Fisher Price stopped by after a night of kegging and threw up all over the floor.

I won’t dare set foot in Will and Charlie’s rooms without HAZMAT gear and a stick to beat off any creatures that may lunge out from under their beds. Teenage boys are gross.

We had a small flood in our storage room in March and everything that was taken out has to be put back with some sense of order.

The only rooms that do not need any cleaning or reorganizing are the bathroom (only because I have OCD when it comes to a clean bathroom) and Henry’s room.

This is my last day as a single parent due to deployment. Sgt is scheduled to return tomorrow night, around 7 o’clock and it may just take a small army to get this house ready for his return.