Live Action!!

First thing this morning, I get a call from my college roomie Jen. (Jen - your my favorite but don't tell the other girls!) She called to wish me a Happy Birthday!! (21 again) and we talked about wedding stuff. All the fun details every girl likes to talk about. I asked her if she was excited to come down and experience the country life...and she was very excited. Her and I have big plans for the country. We plan on making a compound with goats and a garden and a duck sanctuatary. The duck santuary is a whole other subject, but in order to have ducks on the pond we need to get rid of the snapping turtles. Enter Turtle Man.

I tell Jen that Turtle Man doesn't live to far and maybe he can come and catch all of the turtles so that the ducks will be safe on the pond. Jen took that a step further. Maybe Turtle Man will come to the wedding. I will have to send him an invite.

After my conversation with Jen was over, I recieve a text from Mike. Keep in mind- he has no idea what I talked to Jen about. Mike's text says "I think we've seen the Turtle Man!". No way!

Turtle Man Spotting - LIVE ACTION!

I mean - how random is that. Mike, my Dad and Owen were driving behind the Turtle Man this morning. I definitely would have hung my head out the window and done that crazy wildman call he does to see if he did it back to me. Too funny!

I will let you know if Turtle Man makes it to the wedding or not. Could be fun!

Stay cool y'all. It's going to be a scorcher!

How much are them there taters?

Yes. Them there. Taters. Words that came directly out of the mouth of an old man at a flea market.

Mike has been telling me about the huge flea market in Leitchfield. Because I am looking for old (dare I say vintage or the price increases about $25.00) jars, bottles, etc...I figured, this will be a perfect place to go. And...because I know the early bird catches the worm, I decided to get up with Mike as he left for work (which was at 5:45a.m.).

At about 6:30 a.m. I hop in the car and head out for what I know will be a successful trip to the flea market. It really does not take much for me to get excited about little things. I suppose this is a good thing, but who knows. Oh my god. Look! What's that?? Awww, how fun. An Amish buggy... filled with igloo coolers? Is that allowed? I really don't understand much about the do's and don'ts of the Amish - however, I always ask "Are they allowed to do that?" I guess igloo coolers have been deemed acceptable. Who knew.

Once I get to the flea market, I pull into the parking lot and see to my left, none other than a line of people selling chickens! I really wanted to go ask how much they were, thinking, of course that this would be a fantastic addition to my growing farm (that now only consists of some tomato, banana pepper, strawberry and onion plants) but I was a little nervous and not quite sure that chickens are something I need right now.


Can't you see them?
       
















After getting over the initial shock of people selling chickens on the side of the road, I walk over to the flea market....well - it was more like a yard sale. This amazing flea market was a bust. It was pretty much a slew of old men were walking around asking what the other was selling that broken pair of hedge clippers for, or - how much them there taters were. Feeling bad about leaving empty handed, I bought 3 ears of corn and 3 'maters. So - here I was, at 7:00...at the flea market wondering what I was going to do next. Oh well.

But, on the drive back home I did pass another Amish buggy. I wonder if I can rent one of those for a few hours at my wedding?




Picture from the front porch. Not sure what that is...but I am sure I will know soon enough






















By the way, the 'maters I bought were so good (Kristy - I will save you some so you can work towards your 35). And...I am happy to report that I have tons of my own 'maters on the way...and banana peppers too. Believe you me, this gardening thing is great. I have discovered that I am a master sprinkler operator. Except for the fact that I forget the sprinkler is even on and water the garden full blast for about an hour an a half. Ooops!


Oh yeah...honeymoon is booked! Puerta Vallarta, here we come.

Livin' the Kentucky Fried Life

Ok. A little bit of background. I'm Kelly...my fiance (holy crap I haven't typed that before) is Mike. My son is Owen...and we will be living the Kentucky Fried Life.

My college roomate started a blog recently documenting her progress on a list of things to accomplish by the time she turns 35. I thought a blog was such a fantastic idea. She doesn't know it yet, but she inspired me to start my own. In my Facebook free life (yes - Facebook free), I was struggling to find a way to keep all of my family and friends, both near and far, up to date with what is going on in my life...our life. So - VOILA! Kentucky Fried Life is born.

Being from a suburb of Philadelphia, I am a novice at my Kentucky Fried Life. Mike - he's an expert. I mean - the man can do laundry like nobody's business, replace the brakes on my car, mow 5 acres with perfect lines (apparently the lines are a big deal), the come inside and whip up some beans and cornbread for dinner. Sorry ladies, he's mine - so hands off!

I am excited to see how I can report my day to day encounters with the country life. I am pretty sure there will be some funny stuff happening to me out in the country.

Alright ya'll. Pull up your britches and get ready to chew the fat, 'cause this Kentucky Fried Life is mine - and I reckon  it's gonna be a good one! (I even impressed myself on that one).


Owen's favorite country past time











Owen and I - Our first visit to Mike at work.



Thanksgiving - 2011