tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16228442769667430062024-03-05T02:59:27.672-06:00Hesterman's HappeningsAshleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-63170404629005375082011-06-09T07:41:00.001-05:002011-06-09T07:54:16.301-05:00If you want to keep up with us<div style="text-align: left;">If you want to keep up with Hesterman's Happenings, you will now find it over at the other blog Deep South Kikos News (<a href="http://deepsouthkikosnews.blogspot.com/">http://deepsouthkikosnews.blogspot.com/</a>) I feel like Deep South Kikos News and Hesterman's Happenings are one in the same but they each document different aspects of our lives. It's time to put it all together. Maybe by moving, I will be able to post more often. So come on over to see what going on with us!</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-9153678923092963532011-06-03T22:21:00.000-05:002011-06-03T22:21:29.124-05:00Thinking of moving....<div style="text-align: justify;">You know, I'm thinking of combining this blog, Hesterman's Happenings, with my other blog <a href="http://deepsouthkikosnews.blogspot.com/">Deep South Kikos News</a>. I mean it's really kind of hard to keep it apart. I intended for this blog to be mostly about the kids and our family doings, but you know what??? Our kids and our family doings are so closely intertwined with our farm, Deep South Kikos. What do you think??? Check out our farm blog <a href="http://deepsouthkikosnews.blogspot.com/">here</a> and see if it would totally bother you the read about our farm mixed in with family outings and such. There are a lot of you that do read both blogs, and it will be easier to keep it all on one site. Just click on the comments below and let me know what you think.....I really do appreciate all of you that keep up with our blogs. I would love to hear what you think.</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-41208445733228780882011-05-29T20:00:00.004-05:002011-05-29T20:00:01.605-05:00Baseball Season 2011<div style="text-align: justify;">We are finally finished with this baseball season. Dillon's team was presented with a trophy for placing 2nd in their league for the season. Those were some happy boys and girls. This is the last year to play "coach pitch" for some of the players. The 8 year old kids will move up to "kid pitch." I have really enjoyed Dillon being able to be on this team this year. What a great group of kids we had this year!</div> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2nd place Pee Wee National League<br />
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</tbody></table> <div style="text-align: justify;">The picture below is where we always were seated for the games. Shane called it the bull pen and I called it the play pen. This is a fenced in section for the pitchers to warm up in. At this age, we don't have the kids pitching, so we were able to sit right next to the dug out. It was good because Mallory had an area to play, but she couldn't get out of my sight during the game. It ended up being a popular place for the kids. One night we had over 10 little ones playing in the dirt building castles. That is the reason I called it a play pen. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mallory, Shane, BB, and Me</td></tr>
</tbody></table>After each inning, Shane was able to give Dillon a pep talk before going to bat or getting out in the field. We weren't the only one's sitting in this spot either.....one night we had 10 adults cheering in this section. I have to say, it was a pretty good seat! We were either seated right at 1st base or 3rd base (depending on if we were home of visitor). <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coach Matt talking with the team after a game.</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">They had an end of the year baseball party which included fishing, a big inflatable water slide, and swimming. The Ryal's hosted the party at their home and cooked hamburgers and hot dogs. Mallory and I had a "girls night" while the guys went to the party. I kind of wished we would've went, but I think Mallory deserved a night devoted to all things girly because she attended every one of her brother's games; whether she wanted to or not.....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The team was presented with an autographed baseball at the night of the party. Coach Patrick was able to get each player from the USM Golden Eagles baseball team to sign a baseball for each of the kids. I thought that was really nice of him!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everyone with their autographed baseballs.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">Summer has officially begun! Who knows what exciting things we may get into this summer.....</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-71281709981231972322011-05-29T08:58:00.000-05:002011-05-29T08:58:56.385-05:00McMahan Family Reunion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bLhGTcEHiH8kLA0z7SzcesQB_u7D6A32wGamyzMZS8B3wtwL8ZJeTpkiibvIhYxR7LAVbnHFBQXLKuhyd0idVfEru5NaH-o6F2Xt6tmNHkLZlfsr5qH0-aSFJ4z45GicnF4JTulvEjc/s1600/101_9553+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bLhGTcEHiH8kLA0z7SzcesQB_u7D6A32wGamyzMZS8B3wtwL8ZJeTpkiibvIhYxR7LAVbnHFBQXLKuhyd0idVfEru5NaH-o6F2Xt6tmNHkLZlfsr5qH0-aSFJ4z45GicnF4JTulvEjc/s320/101_9553+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday we attended the McMahan family reunion. This is Shane's maternal grandmother's side of the family. We didn't get around to taking photographs until several people had already left; so not everyone made it into this year's photo (Shane's mother is on the front row in the hot pink shirt). It was nice to get together and have good Southern cuisine and catch up with everybody. It seems like these days people are having family get togethers less because everyone is so busy. Next year's reunion has already been planned for the same weekend; the Saturday before Memorial Day. Hopefully more will be able to attend. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-9843379237256539192011-05-23T07:26:00.000-05:002011-05-23T07:26:05.004-05:00Registered and ready<div style="text-align: justify;">My youngest is now registered and ready for the big Kindergarten. She has been really excited about starting school. So excited, that when this past school year began, she wanted to go ahead and get her immunizations to be ready for the next school year. What child asks to go get their shots to get ready for school?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">We had to go to the library to register instead of going to tour the classrooms. There was only one kindergarten teacher there for the registrations; Mallory wanted nothing to do with any of it. Funny how quickly she changed her mind about school being the most awesome place and not being able to contain her excitement. This day she stuck right beside me and acted as though the cat had her tongue. It's going to be a rough first day, I can just feel it. Tears all around.....Mallory tears and mom's tears. Shane has already suggested I stay home on that first day of school....he says it would probably be better for the both of us.....I am going to do my best to put on my " I'm-not-gonna-cry-cause-my-baby-is-going-to-kindergarten-and-she's-growing-up face. It didn't work so well with my first, Dillon. Lord, help me. I'm gonna need it!</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-51133572873714211422011-05-14T10:00:00.001-05:002011-05-14T10:00:38.444-05:00Tornado picture<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUur26iDc6N5OG6jadXNf0v_6bmSjCQSp-fS2Bfp-WFpGZwo05Ob4TuhXByi7p6q9nEGCFr-T5FrnmMISOQBDZ60foM_MBRx0-x3E-F-Ww1cLAIP_gFq32ygD7r7brqreiyRVYqJU5USs/s1600/Photo04271711_2+%255B640x480%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUur26iDc6N5OG6jadXNf0v_6bmSjCQSp-fS2Bfp-WFpGZwo05Ob4TuhXByi7p6q9nEGCFr-T5FrnmMISOQBDZ60foM_MBRx0-x3E-F-Ww1cLAIP_gFq32ygD7r7brqreiyRVYqJU5USs/s320/Photo04271711_2+%255B640x480%255D.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>My mom emailed me this picture yesterday and I wanted to share. This was taken when the tornadoes ripped through the South....My uncle was working at Big Lots in Tuscaloosa Alabama ( I think this is the correct city....correct me if I'm wrong Uncle Paul) and was able to snap this shot before the tornado made it's way to the store. His store was destroyed, but they made it out alive! Praise the Lord!Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-63319494679274428932011-05-11T12:23:00.000-05:002011-05-11T12:23:34.994-05:00Cellphones and rice<div style="text-align: justify;">I just wanted to let you know that the rice trick worked quite nicely on my cell phone. Wondering why I'm doing tricks with rice and cell phones? You can read about that <a href="http://hestermanshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-youre-unable-to-reach-me.html">here</a> . So for now, my cell phone is in working order again. Thank you rice!</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-69406514851396673762011-05-09T16:14:00.000-05:002011-05-09T16:14:40.030-05:00If you're unable to reach me.......<div style="text-align: justify;">Hi. If you have been unable to reach me by my cell phone, it's because I dropped it in the toilet. Yep, that's right.....the toilet. What's worse.....this is the second time I've done it. At least I can say this time, I didn't flush it too! Seriously folks, I just can't make this up. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The black spot in the left hand side of this container is my cell phone covered in rice. I am trying out something that I was told would revive a phone that has been submerged in water. We'll see if it works. I'll have to let you know. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-18122781060142948062011-05-05T20:11:00.001-05:002011-05-05T20:18:23.268-05:00Work in progress<div style="text-align: justify;">We are nearing the finale of our addition. Shane went to Surplus Warehouse and found some deals on kitchen cabinets so we decided to put them in our bathroom. They are wider than bathroom vanities, but I'm not hard to please. That just gives us more storage space! I'm just ready to get moved down the road into this house. I also got this counter top at Surplus Warehouse too. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">Here is a picture of the color I chose to paint our bedroom. I really like it a lot. It is a very warm color to me. It's called Soft Suede by Glidden. I also picked out some 5 1/4" crown molding. It is giving Shane fits! This is his first time he has ever put up crown molding so it's a learning experience. I'm just trying to be supportive through it all.......not sure how good I'm doing at it, but I'm trying. We ended up laughing the other night about no matter how many cuts he tried to make 45 degrees, none of them matched up. We decided it was the saws fault....Darned old saws don't know what they're doing!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqL8c7U3P9Z7L_-TyRJTDBExZQBPhZR4dqMIQgXqcCsougkYtPM0XzVkJOBx4B3fah1vIXTB-73u44LiIRtmuSstDlvP4bnmKWWiucMB7ZEIUozYrnmR3_V9nmfKzAg40d6iDqdZ_e89k/s1600/101_9218+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqL8c7U3P9Z7L_-TyRJTDBExZQBPhZR4dqMIQgXqcCsougkYtPM0XzVkJOBx4B3fah1vIXTB-73u44LiIRtmuSstDlvP4bnmKWWiucMB7ZEIUozYrnmR3_V9nmfKzAg40d6iDqdZ_e89k/s320/101_9218+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Hope to have more pictures to show you soon. We will start working on remodeling the kitchen next!</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-37742572233050915942011-05-05T11:52:00.002-05:002011-05-05T12:06:01.425-05:00Had to share....<div style="text-align: justify;">I saw this clip and laughed pretty hard, so I thought I'd share. My grandmother used to say this prayer with me as she tucked me into bed when I was a child<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I remember when tucking Dillon in bed when he was 3, he started asking me what it meant when I would say "I pray the Lord my soul to keep, and "if I should die before I wake". I can remember trying to explain this to him and thinking, this is probably kinda scary for a 3 year old. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-57773061739411174162011-05-03T20:03:00.000-05:002011-05-03T20:03:41.383-05:00The bridge is finally open<div style="text-align: justify;">For those of you that know about coming the long way around to get to our house, we will finally be able to cross this bridge. It had been closed for 2 years. It is now new and improved. I am super excited that we will be able to shave a little time off of our trips. It's so nice to see our neighbors and their homes again. Who knew something so simple could make one woman so happy! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">If you can't tell by the photos.... I started painting (priming) on the new addition yesterday. I am in no way a neat painter. I made the mistake of wearing an old pair of flip flops, which in return caused my feet to be exposed to getting covered in paint. I scrubbed and scrubbed last night only to remove a small amount of the paint to be removed from my skin. I had it all over my arms, face, feet, and my clothing. I was doing the ceiling so it would just splatter from above and shower me with it. I did manage to wrap a bandanna on my head to keep my hair from getting paint in it. Even though I took this measure, I still managed to get it in my hair. Imagine that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiod9CAk_55zhv4XhV4hSoSOTTblfulMuqS5nmxaiJgzmeKbaXbI_yNsN6tB4xQYpLS_j8N6sXFZeQARDluwLbJY6ZtdhtZ_01GXMYyTYxs9Rjw-94Lf2KPKzwWRhS_bX7JU7HE2ZU2M5g/s1600/101_9060+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiod9CAk_55zhv4XhV4hSoSOTTblfulMuqS5nmxaiJgzmeKbaXbI_yNsN6tB4xQYpLS_j8N6sXFZeQARDluwLbJY6ZtdhtZ_01GXMYyTYxs9Rjw-94Lf2KPKzwWRhS_bX7JU7HE2ZU2M5g/s320/101_9060+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" width="240px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mallory had an old pair of blue jeans from last year that she loves. They are about 3 inches too short and have really seen better days. I remembered being a kid and having my blue jeans cut-off for the summer time. I haven't noticed anyone wearing original "cut-offs" these days. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I decided to get out the old scissors and make her a pair of good ole' cut offs to wear to play in here on the farm. It only makes sense to get the most out of those jeans, since they aren't in good enough shape for someone else to wear as pants.</div><br />
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I think they will make perfect shorts for playing around on the farm. If I had a penny for every nice piece of clothing that was ruined from cow or goat manure, grass stains, and many other farm related stains; I'd be one wealthy momma!</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-18239529020228092962011-04-18T06:46:00.000-05:002011-04-18T06:46:56.240-05:00Yep, it's more about baseballI loved this picture of all of the boys waiting eagerly to get the ball thrown their way. I had to share it. If you notice, one of the team members has a black cast on his arm. Right before opening day, he broke his arm at school. He has been unable to play, but the coaches let him get involved as much as possible. He runs out to get the bats after each of our little guys bat. It is the sweetest thing. I hope that he will be able to get his cast off soon and play at least one game this season. He has so much team spirit. <br />
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Below is another picture I had to share. We have really been coaching Dillon on the understanding of not letting a ball get by him on 3rd base. He was determined to get this particular hit.....whatever it took....Even though it was at least a good 3-4 feet above his head. He leapt with all his might and I happened to be snapping a picture. There was no way he would've caught the ball, but he was giving it all of his might to catch it. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">On another note, Shane sprayed the texture to our drywall in the new addition to our home, so I will be out purchasing primer and paint this week. It is getting really exciting now! I think I am going to go with a "brownish" color for our room. Something like cappuccino, but not too dark. I hate having to make the commitment to a color and then ending up hating it later on. I did that with the kids bathroom in our house a few years ago. The walls are bright green; like fluorescent green. Everything is trimmed in white, and it has a tropical underwater theme; but I will not be doing that in the other house. I want to have something that will last a few years without getting on my nerves. :)</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-59699680468223441302011-04-11T08:59:00.000-05:002011-04-11T08:59:03.954-05:00Update on the addition<div style="text-align: justify;">Shane has almost finished the mud on the sheet rock in the bedroom and bathroom in our other house. It is taking a while, but we are doing everything on our own. I have to say, I'm pretty proud of how well Shane has done so far; considering it's our first time to do any of this. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7x4GA1GIsxI09N0HQdSQ8E8vQ2qbAv9LSu3QWd8ib_IkMv4zp61brYqHCI9NStOjoi5uvhZLagTuZwndXTOLDtU-sZ6eEx6ZzSriK3wOy2DwDiychw_Vg2r03qr2GU-7PHhjo9BtqAs/s1600/101_8979+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7x4GA1GIsxI09N0HQdSQ8E8vQ2qbAv9LSu3QWd8ib_IkMv4zp61brYqHCI9NStOjoi5uvhZLagTuZwndXTOLDtU-sZ6eEx6ZzSriK3wOy2DwDiychw_Vg2r03qr2GU-7PHhjo9BtqAs/s320/101_8979+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
My best friend has an "orange peel " texture to her walls, and we are planning on doing that texture to this addition as well. It should be a fun experiment :) After we get this end finished, we will start working on the kitchen. We stripped everything out of it last year, so it is bare. I am super excited to get it completed to move in. I can't wait to share the completion of the bedroom and bathroom with you! </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-37000602410054584322011-04-09T09:32:00.000-05:002011-04-09T09:32:12.375-05:00Do you have any tips??<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNCm7EZls17M_hcyRTx6Heo9zgY5Y_zPZRzgzVB1XfRoWG3JUQsWF_yn9wywNL5FrKE2y3hY5GnIjB1FW2DAkSEjaRgafyMe_hTcLqmt7661vy7Hp7aopE46sdZldMBPic1MSS5b5Y9tM/s1600/101_8871+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNCm7EZls17M_hcyRTx6Heo9zgY5Y_zPZRzgzVB1XfRoWG3JUQsWF_yn9wywNL5FrKE2y3hY5GnIjB1FW2DAkSEjaRgafyMe_hTcLqmt7661vy7Hp7aopE46sdZldMBPic1MSS5b5Y9tM/s320/101_8871+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I was hoping that I could get some good tried and true ways to get Dillon's white baseball uniform to stay white. White. Can you believe this is what "color" they chose for 7/8 year old's uniform? I've already had orange mud successfully removed with a lot of effort and A LOT of Clorox 2. If you have any tips for keeping them clean, please let me know. There is a place for comments below this post. Just click on comments and it will take you to the box for comments. I really do appreciate it. I'm getting prepared for the stains before they occur, so I won't end up having to buy more white pants :) </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-15484118589323072052011-04-07T09:09:00.000-05:002011-04-07T09:09:27.954-05:00Baseball and of course boots!<div style="text-align: justify;">Baseball is all around us! We've been busy practicing and making quite a few trips to "town" for games. We (funny how I say we) played a game last night and I thought I'd share a few photos.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dillon playing second </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rounding 2nd heading for 3rd</td></tr>
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</tbody></table> <div style="text-align: justify;">Out here in the "sticks" this is how Dillon gets a little practice. We have a section of chain link fence propped up against a fence post. Dillon is able to hit off of the tee and the ball bounces right back to do it again. He isn't playing t-ball this year, but hitting off of the tee is good practice for the swinging and coordination. It's also good when you don't have a "pitcher". I can honestly say I <u>can not</u> pitch. Just ask Dillon, he'll tell you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqacexIGCwxq3J41OaaQZ_BnwMmFzD6465d8-8K_FEpHgaWL9A_jVopqVi3AIph_ahQ01SFZwe8i-LtjRzLsQm3uxmCFsRM12R6-Njo6HIdr26Wj2LFEFb2IrQnsEoIj0DO1ShMxWKW8Q/s1600/101_8876+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqacexIGCwxq3J41OaaQZ_BnwMmFzD6465d8-8K_FEpHgaWL9A_jVopqVi3AIph_ahQ01SFZwe8i-LtjRzLsQm3uxmCFsRM12R6-Njo6HIdr26Wj2LFEFb2IrQnsEoIj0DO1ShMxWKW8Q/s320/101_8876+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">I loved this picture below. He has such concentration and determination on his face. Love it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEj08zAzGUmF0ZcKMKJ7DsSq5u5Ia7NC3QjfwzAQVXIY84jqw2AQXHhuovgVM1X_puFjq-e1oXaM0kSLJz21UdVOKvFhernVRyG4FV5zYNzJVx8oihM_Or_ij3ezEHt9HcOGKCg9vsv5g/s1600/101_8922+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEj08zAzGUmF0ZcKMKJ7DsSq5u5Ia7NC3QjfwzAQVXIY84jqw2AQXHhuovgVM1X_puFjq-e1oXaM0kSLJz21UdVOKvFhernVRyG4FV5zYNzJVx8oihM_Or_ij3ezEHt9HcOGKCg9vsv5g/s320/101_8922+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Of course, since mom had the camera, he had to show off for me to take more pictures. I think I counted at least 80 pictures taken at one time of this practice. He wanted to show me his "pitcher" moves.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Did you notice the cowboy boots? I think he'd wear them instead of cleats at the games if they'd let him; Nothing better than boots with baseball.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or wearing boots (with shorts) while playing in the dirt.<br />
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All of the commotion Dillon was causing with that baseball and fence caused our LGD, Jael, and her pups to come up from the field to check out what was going on. Aren't they too cute?<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Spring not only brought us 70 kids (goats) but it also has been bringing us calves too. Mallory and I tagged along with Shane while he tagged the new calves ears. I get nervous everytime he does this. Those momma cows don't play around when you mess with their babies. They will let out a call to the whole herd, and you better watch out. You can get taken down pretty easy. Shane does it so calmly. I think I would fall out as soon as Mrs. Cow blows at me while shaking her head. Yep, I don't think this is a job I will ever do. Sorry honey, this is all you!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hope everyone has a great day!</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-65585590003579272052011-03-16T15:41:00.000-05:002011-03-16T15:41:02.778-05:00Trampoline fun<div style="text-align: justify;">The kids were jumping on the trampoline yesterday, and I decided to take some pictures of them. I mean, I'm always taking photos of our farm animals for our farm website....Why not take pictures of our children!!! They, of course, loved to do many tricks for me to take photos of. So I chose one for each of them to show. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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(she's going to kill me one day for this!)</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">Have a great day everyone! We are totally enjoying Spring Break!</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-66363595536673110302011-03-10T07:18:00.000-06:002011-03-10T07:18:47.237-06:00Mississippi Mud<div style="text-align: justify;">With all of the rain we received for 2 days, my children had the opportunity to have some <u>real</u> fun. A puddle formed where we had our pool in the backyard last summer. The pool had killed all of the grass, leaving nothing but dirt. Good ole' Mississippi dirt mixed with tons of rainwater = <a href="http://southernfood.about.com/od/chocolatecakes/r/bl10731b.htm">Mississippi Mud</a>. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is what I found when I looked out my kitchen window......They were having a blast, so I couldn't bring myself to fuss about Dillon's school uniform getting covered in mud. They were giggling and laughing so much, it made me laugh. Who knew mud could be so fun? </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">I also wanted to share another thing that I relate to Mississippi. I cooked pink-eye purple-hull peas last night for supper. Thank goodness my grandmother (Scooter) taught me how to cook! I took about 3 TBSP of bacon drippings and chopped onions and simmered until the onions were starting to caramelize. Can't you just smell it?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1IiTu2CjbhGgAqkaj3rwz-dyL8NDQBcm03Fa6zl9LPncna6188e8qcLntLXJmqMGDRjJk6If181MEN7QXFYDvtRBdiYjCV0SZqjd1VanUA7Z5gtVzEsd88_ClEcZa84pVc3Necph1UPY/s1600/101_8501+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1IiTu2CjbhGgAqkaj3rwz-dyL8NDQBcm03Fa6zl9LPncna6188e8qcLntLXJmqMGDRjJk6If181MEN7QXFYDvtRBdiYjCV0SZqjd1VanUA7Z5gtVzEsd88_ClEcZa84pVc3Necph1UPY/s320/101_8501+%255B640x480%255D.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then I put my peas (what I put up last <a href="http://hestermanshappenings.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-weve-been-up-to.html">summer</a>) added water, salt, and pepper in the pot with the onions and bacon drippings. Pair that with some buttermilk cornbread and you have a meal! Of course I had to make macaroni and cheese too. We also had sweet potatoes baked with butter, cinnamon and brown sugar! Yummy!</div><br />
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Sorry no pictures of the cornbread and cooked peas. A pack of hungry wolves ran in and cleaned up all of the supper on the table. Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-73310174780430888452011-03-08T08:42:00.000-06:002011-03-08T08:42:29.232-06:00Spring Cleaning<div style="text-align: justify;">I have been busy doing my spring cleaning. You know, that kind of cleaning where you get down on your hands and knees and REALLY clean. Okay, so some of you may clean that way all of the time, but I have to admit I don't deep clean on an everyday basis, maybe not even on a weekly basis. Did I just say that? Now that doesn't mean that my house is filthy, but I don't get down and scrub the baseboards often, and I couldn't tell you the last time I cleaned my oven! I can't believe I just admitted to that. Just trying to keep it real! So here's to Spring and to Spring Cleaning!</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-62975876538851686462011-03-04T20:34:00.000-06:002011-03-04T20:34:42.132-06:00She was compensated!<div style="text-align: justify;">Mallory had to help me out all day yesterday due to my back. She helped me unload the dishwasher, reload the dishwasher, get clothes out of the dryer and put in a basket. On top of all of that, she also helped me by picking the baby goats (kids) and put them in the bucket to be weighed. She was a tremendous help to me! I couldn't have done it without her. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Since Mallory went above and beyond her few "chores" I decided she deserved to be compensated. I told her she had the option of a prize that I had stored in my closet (it was a future birthday or Christmas present) OR she could get money. She chose the prize in the closet, not knowing what it would be. I don't think it was too shabby though. It made one little girl quite happy. See for yourself. </div><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">By the way, my back is getting much better. Thank goodness for anti-inflammatories. When completely well, I will be working on some back strengthening exercises. I definitely don't want this to happen again!</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-72463481661616851242011-03-03T08:55:00.000-06:002011-03-03T08:55:36.072-06:00My aching back<div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday while checking for newborn baby goats in the pasture, I found myself in a predicament! I was down at the bottom of a steep hill with a doe and her 2 kids, bending over, and did something to my back. I could barely stand up straight, nor could I pick up my feet to make the effort to walk back up that hill. So I shuffled my feet like a little old person back up the hill. By the way, if you are a little old person that shuffles your feet, I am in no way making fun or judging you! Just stating the facts of how I proceeded up the hill. After a long journey to get to the house, I landed on the couch and didn't move. Poor Shane had to come home after work and make rounds to check on any new kids that had to have their ears tagged. Of course, 14 kids had been born since the time I had been out there. I think they did it on purpose! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So here I am after heating pad, ice packs, and 800mg Ibuprofen; I am going to attempt to get some things done today. I will need Mallory's help for the bending over stuff, poor child. I had to have help to get out of bed (thanks honey!) and to put on my socks and shoes this morning. It's a shame; 30 years old and I start falling apart! </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Oh and by the way, Happy Birthday to the most wonderful man in the world! I love you!!! And don't try to run away from me when I have the camera....I will get your picture, you know! </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-77272590638867918512011-02-25T15:30:00.000-06:002011-02-25T15:38:36.073-06:00It's Mega Swagbucks Day!<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450406900548735106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqDpA2ECGD89Q7ZbFZ21YQRHEhRcxNmWJCllnrBT-RHdEgoXUnfP8_gexXQ4yWu9gwntvYh33TsayrlGx0OzjfB0Nf5gri92TMSU24eBj4H43r0qYCr5VTtficAeM5pVVX4zgrc-8HJ2M/s400/MegaSwagBucks.jpg" style="display: block; height: 201px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /><br />
<span style="color: white;">Today is</span> <a href="http://www.swagbucks.com/refer/DSKgoatiegal">Mega Swagbucks Friday</a> <span style="color: white;">on Swag Bucks! Swag Bucks is a search engine that offers you the chance to win cool prizes every time you do an internet search. It works like Google, Yahoo, Bing etc. So, if you know how to do an internet search you won't have any problems using Swag Bucks for your internet searches.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">1.) Go</span> <a href="http://www.swagbucks.com/refer/DSKgoatiegal">here</a> <span style="color: white;">to register and you will receive 30 Swag Bucks for signing up. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">2.) From today through the 28th, you can enter the special code "BirthdayFun" for and additional 25 swagbucks.( The bonus is only for new sign-ups.) You will then have 55 swagbucks right off the bat---And for only 450 swagbucks you can redeem for a FREE $5 Amazon Gift Card!</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">There are several ways to earn Swag Bucks- the easiest way is for your internet searches. For example, you want to search for "Hesterman's Happenings". You would type Hesterman's Happenings in the search bar and it would bring up the possible sites. Sometimes you will not earn anything for your search and other times you will earn Swag Bucks. Also your Swag Bucks amounts can vary. I have personally gotten 22 Swag Bucks for one search. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">I have installed the Swag Bucks tool bar on my computer. Each day you log in to</span> <span style="color: white;">Swag Bucks to search on the tool bar, you get 1 Swag Buck per day. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">I've gotten my mom hooked to searching with Swag Bucks. It is wonderful to earn free gift cards just for doing your regular searches. You can also earn up to 1000 Swag Bucks from each of your referrals. Remember it only takes 450 to get $5 Amazon Gift Card! WOW!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><strong>This special bonus code runs Today through the 28th...so you must register by the 28th for the special bonus! </strong><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.swagbucks.com/refer/DSKgoatiegal">Go here to sign up</a>.</span></span></div><br />
<span style="color: white;">If you have any questions, just email me or leave me a comment below. Happy searching!</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-8609494750488838922011-02-24T08:43:00.000-06:002011-02-24T08:47:02.767-06:00Wait....you mean these aren't baby squirrels????<div style="text-align: justify;">So yesterday I got out and took some pictures of our LGD's pups for our farm blog, and was overcome with warm fuzzy feelings by looking at those <a href="http://deepsouthkikosnews.blogspot.com/2011/02/anatolian-shepherd-pups.html">sweet little pups</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It reminded me of a funny story, so I thought I'd share.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Several years ago, Dillon and Mallory were out in the yard digging in the dirt. Soon, Dillon came running in excitedly shouting, "Mom, I found some baby pigs! Come look, come look!" Of course, I just knew he didn't find baby pigs, but I went to see what he had discovered. Right there where he had been digging, he had uncovered some sort of nest. It had pieces of plastic in this hole with all of these tiny little babies. They were so tiny, with no mother in sight. All I could think about were these sweet little things dying without their mother. I must admit all things baby just make me turn into a total mush. I couldn't really tell what these babies were, but it just had to be baby squirrels. It crossed my mind, that they may be something else, but I couldn't focus on that. It was that these little creatures needed to be taken care of. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFwxgIbtZ30HPae0GRf8hAvoNWVzGy8R11D8_C21QA6EjQby-jPb26_-18tramvFQzGPDpgybrUIW0H856C054zH1E0NC7Zd7VHdTu1Ztsruh_t2bfB9PWnjXcc8vffeZHL6I_dNO98tw/s1600/babymice_0002+%255B640x480%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFwxgIbtZ30HPae0GRf8hAvoNWVzGy8R11D8_C21QA6EjQby-jPb26_-18tramvFQzGPDpgybrUIW0H856C054zH1E0NC7Zd7VHdTu1Ztsruh_t2bfB9PWnjXcc8vffeZHL6I_dNO98tw/s320/babymice_0002+%255B640x480%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I went inside and got a shoebox and mixed up a small amount of evaporated milk. I had a time finding a syringe small enough for these little things, but finally came across a 3cc syringe. It had a small tip on it, which worked well for their little mouths. I fed them one by one, letting a little milk form on the end of the syringe, and they would suck it down. I felt so proud that I was taking care of these sweet little baby squirrels. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Shane came home later that day. The kids and I were so excited to show him what we had been taking care of. One look at them, and Shane burst my bubble. He said that those weren't squirrels, they were mice! He couldn't be right....I had not just spent the day feeding little mice. After Shane pointed out the obvious (things I couldn't see through those "warm fuzzy mushy" eyes of mine) I realized I indeed had been taking care of mice. OK. So I couldn't continue to take care of mice, that would just be gross. Even though I truly did feel torn and a little sad, I had Shane return them to the wild. The picture below is right before we set them "free". Just look at how proud my little one is of his "baby pigs".</div><br />
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I can't believe I just shared that with you.....Hope you don't think I'm some kind of weird-o now. Hey, maybe I am. Some things you just can't help. Have a great day!</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06711630301113095088noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622844276966743006.post-79463681003133342262011-02-21T06:33:00.000-06:002011-02-21T06:33:45.069-06:00He's back in the saddle again<div style="text-align: justify;">Well it has happened. Dillon has decided to give horseback riding another try. He has been riding in front of the saddle with Shane. Shane has been letting Dillon do the "driving". So what do you know.....Dillon decided he could ride all by himself. Of course, I was a nervous, nauseated, almost had a heart-attack---wreck. I'm so proud that he conquered his fears and wanted to try again. Way to go Dillon!!! ( I think I'm going to need medication for sure :)</div><br />
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