As most of you may have noticed I deleted mine and Jon's facebook. (mostly mine, considering the maybe 3 times Jon scrolled through the news feed for less than a minute then said "i hate facebook" and turned it off.)
Some of you may wonder why I would do such a horrible thing, and i'm happy to tell you.
Facebook is not a necessity, it's a distraction.
Now you're going to say well so is instagram, so is a blog.
Which is true. But neither of these are a main distraction.
Facebook wasn't taking over my life, or making me ignore my life (jon might disagree with that), but it was still a distraction.
I didn't even use facebook that much but it was liberating to delete it. I literally felt more love for Jon once it was gone.
I know it can be used for good, (but so can lots of other things.) it was just so jam packed loaded with a whole bunch of junk.
A bunch of stupid, pointless, negative junk.
And I am not a fan of negativity! Not one bit!
I could go on and on about the internet and facebook and celebrities,(it all forms together as one thing in my mind) and blah blah blah but I don't feel like rambling here in the library. (our internet still blows.)
I've been working on a poem that pretty much sums it all up, but it's not done yet, so i'll share that later.
But all in all it was a distraction, like I said, and why on earth would I want to be distracted from such a wonderful life?
I mean seriously, what more could i ask for?
(...Maybe a husband who likes taking pictures, but I wont push it.)
(...Maybe a husband who likes taking pictures, but I wont push it.)
The answer is nothing.
I have such wonder and beauty all around me- I don't need to see 30 pictures of the alcohol infused trip to cancun that a girl in my 7th grade history class took last year with her boyfriend when I can walk out my back door and see this
I have such wonder and beauty all around me- I don't need to see 30 pictures of the alcohol infused trip to cancun that a girl in my 7th grade history class took last year with her boyfriend when I can walk out my back door and see this
<--Our first calf!
That last one is my cow. like, my very own cow. her name is bambi. cuz she looks like a deer, duh.
Dear 16..17..18yr old..(from ages birth-19.5) Lauren,
Did you ever think you'd own your own cow? How about 6 of them?
How about a dog that looks like a drunk coyote/rabbit?
You didn't think you would. Probably because you were so distracted by your 700 facebook friends.
K i'm done talking to my past self, it's weird.
ANWYAY
It's been a while since i've blogged. I must've been distracted. haha
But lots of things have happened! we got more cows, like I mentioned, we celebrated a wonderful Easter Properly, with baby lambs at my grandmas.
Then our annual Easter kickball game at Jon's grandmas.
Our victory pose.
(no idea if we actually won or not)
And of course some belly comparisons. I'll give you a hint, two of the bellies can be retracted.
It was a successful Easter.
We gave Melissa a perfect 30th Birthday present-
And the perfect mother's day gifts to our mamas- a practiced performance-
And a free-style.
We visited my grandparents in Arizona!
Met the craziest lady there ever was. Her and johnny were bffs.
Ate the most delicious explicitly named costco popcorn.
Then we came home and loved our children.
They love us.
And each other.
Had some one on one playa time.
We even got some turtles! Two, to be exact. We've been wanting some for the pond, and so I found some free ones on KSL, picked them up, and then released them into the wild.
Haven't seen them since.
whoops.
And now for the latest tragedy on the LaRue farm...
The death of two of our ducks.
The ducks have gotten very used to us, and the dogs. running all the way up from the pond every time we came outside just to see if we would feed them.
The dogs never took a second look at them. Until one day.
To spare the gruesome details, apparently Lucy is a bird killer.
Which to my non-country educated friends/family- this is bad. verryyyy bad.
Turns out when if a dog kills a bird they crave the blood and guts or something so they'll do whatever they can to get more.. i.e. kill neighbors chickens and such.
So normalllyyyy people will put their dogs down if that happens.
But obviously my heart couldn't handle losing another "child" so Lucy has been converted to an inside dog.
I think she's fine with it.
But RIP Dennis and Maggie. <3
Dennis had been through a lot, getting hit by a car, and being attacked by two dogs. He probably lived longer than he should've. But I definitely cried.
Maggie on the other hand, kind of a jerk. Wasn't too sad about that one.
Our current stats:
We have 6 cows, 3 dogs, and 2 ducks.
Oh yeah, and we're still super in love.
Bye!
