there are things and there are chickens...

There are many things I will soon be parting with...hot rollers...when have I EVER used those (i mean when since 1982)...and books (which is hard but I love my kindle). and clothes that I will never fit in again. and at least two of the mini food processors that I never touch. and most likely my kitchenaid mixer (that will make me cry). but these things, while hard to part with , are just things. I will get over them and, when I hand them off to their new owner, they will not cock their heads to the side and "cuck caw?" in a confused sounding plea for explanation...

...we have four chickens--PET chickens--we love them. Three are buff orpingtons (chicky, chicky, and chicky) and the other is the black australorp named Pip. They give us eggs and we give them all kinds of juicer pulp treats and let them run free in our yard and sometimes carry them around and scratch them right between their shoulder blades (wing blades?). We even let them come in and say hello when the weather is too nice to keep the door shut. We aren't going to eat them...not even going to just freeze them so we can always have them near...nope. We are going to find them a new home. I worry though that no home will love them like we do (I also worry that times are tough and someone may get desperate for some cheap protein).  Until then, we are going to spoil them rotten and take lots of pictures and start interviewing for potential adoptive families...

want some chickens?

A road map of the PATH

So the path we are planning to take is to get an RV and take the kids on the road for the adventure of life...great...how do we go about doing that!!?? We have about 1100 sq ft of space now and we fill it pretty well. We have stuff , lots of it! Thinking about making such a BIG life change is a bit overwhelming, and should probably be approached with caution...at least a little bit. So we are making a list of what must be done...a running master list, of sorts, that we will add to as we discover new "to dos". The list will be under the "live" tab of this blog and we will line out items as we accomplish them and add items as we discover them...we would also love to here from you...anything that you would like to suggest for the list (whether based on experience, because you want to see us try it, or because it is important to you) can be sent privately as an email (livefreelynow@live.com) or posted as a comment.

checkpoints on the path:

• locate and purchase RV
• give notice on lease and job
• prioritize possessions
• purge possessions
• eat chickens?
• establish route
• plan income
• logistics...mail, phones, Internet...etc
• move out of house, into RV
• fill tank
• go

Osmosis for emergency use only...

On Sunday, the boys spent the day waiting for their father to arrive for a quick visit. Michael, their father (my ex) just retired from the Navy (congrats to Mike!) and is moving his family (wife Rachel and son Peter) from San Diego to the east coast. They are driving the car (the stuff the Navy is moving) cross country in a quick trip. They planned to get here Sunday afternoon, but when traveling with a baby--plans are often not reality. So they got here a little late and the kids stayed up a little late on a "school" night...and...
      




SLEEP HAPPENS!

                                                  OSMOSIS RULES

The offense of money...

Money. I hate it, passionately. I hate that this current way of life is ALL about it...
earning it,
spending it,
worrying about it,
never having enough of it.

Money is used to categorize people...you know...the haves, have muchs, have littles, and have nots...
We define a person's "success" by what they earn...we actually take the whole person and within minutes minimize them into a measurement of "successfulness" based upon their display of money. It is displayed, of course, in what they wear and what they drive, where they live and what cell phone they carry...

it is obscene!

And what is the worst of it all....???? MONEY is totally REQUIRED to live in this country (most countries). Even the self sufficient are part of the money game...there is no way to avoid it.

So while consumerism is something I detest--and you will frequently hear me bash--it is the money that I, too, require to live...and yes, you will see advertisements on this blog AND I will hope that you do, on occasion, click on them...the path I intend to follow will require a somewhat hefty initial outlay of the dreaded MONEY and every little bit helps.

well, here it is...THE BLOG.

I have started blogging many times in the last several years...never seen one of my blogs? I never got past choosing an address and layout before, that could be why...

This time is different! I have something to write about that I am already so passionate about, it is somewhat unsettling to those who know and love me...I am a ZEALOT suddenly and that scares me, too! I have a DREAM! I don't think I have had a dream for my life before...not a realistic one that didn't revolve around winning the lottery or marrying royalty...

THE DREAM is to LIVE my life FREELY right NOW!

uh...yup...that's it.

That's the whole dream.

I know it sounds a bit simple and uninspired, but I mean FREELY as in free from the demands of corporate America...free from the rat race...free from the expectations of society...free to be me in every sense of the idea...and I don't even know what ALL that can be!! I plan to find out though, and I plan to document that quest here!

I can tell you that the dream came to me suddenly and yet, it has been taking shape for years. I have experienced a growing discontentment with the state of things in this country...the consumerism...the greed...the systematic rape of the freedoms we are so proud to claim as American Freedoms...and various other "liberal" ideas. Then, while searching for homeschooling resources online, I came across the term "roadschooling" and I clicked on the link. SMACK! There it was. There was my "calling." There was the place that looked like home...there was the me I have been searching for.

From that link I found a path to the freedom I have craved. Now I take the first step down that path. That first step is the decision to follow the path. I invite you to tag along...