Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
I tell you, it is incredibly hard going without internet for 2 months. I didn't think I was so hooked I couldn't go without, but man, that 2 month span was a real test. I broke down once and went to Starbucks to download e-mails, but that was the only time.
And , of course, internet was the last utility to be hooked up. We kind of drug our feet because we didn't want to pay a guy $300 just to come out and set the dish. We tried to hook it up ourselves, but we had no way to hone in the position to the satellite. So, $125 later, we're set. We had the contractor position the dish, then hubby (wonderful, darling, hubby) finished running the wire.
And I'm live. Yay!
House is pretty much done. There's some trimwork outside and inside that needs repaired, but other than that, we're done. Finally. I thought building a house would be bad, but this has been bad enough. Nothing worked out the way it was supposed to. We had so much rain this summer, that every time a contractor planned to come out, they were delayed. Even on my hilltop, it was a muddy mess more often than not.
Just moving the house out here took 2 days, and had my road closed for a total of about 10 hours.
No, that's not our driveway. That is our road. At one point, there were guys on the roof with chainsaws clearing the way.
Anyway, all is settled now and I love my house. I adore my big kitchen. My mom and step-dad came down a couple weeks ago, and I invited a neighbor up for dinner. I actually had room for everybody to sit down and eat together.
And I had a dishwasher to clean up when we were done.
I love my dishwasher.
My writing did suffer over those two months though. My poor laptop did not see the light of day much at all over that time.When I did write, I used pen and paper. Now I have to transfer everything to pc.
I have noticed, though, that I have a lot more enthusiasm for my wips. I'm excited to get back to the keyboard.
Maybe the break was good?
Work has been keeping me worn out too. As if moving and the kids starting school aren't enough, I accepted a job working at Toyota. And it is kicking my butt. Big time. It's afternoon shift, for one thing, so I don't get to see my kids and hubby much. The money is nice. I'm getting at least an hour of overtime a night. But man, it wears on your body. For a month now, my feet have been bruised. Not just sore. Actually bruised. Hubby tried to give me a foot rub last week, and it actually hurt.
So, that's my life in a nutshell right now. We're loving the house, and trying to get into the new schedule.
And I'm trying to get back into my writing.
So, till next time...
Thursday, July 9, 2009
It may not be that much, but our property is pretty oddly shaped, with a lot of corners, so I'm erring on the high side. I told the saleslady to let the surveyor know to come to the house, and he could use a bike to get around if he needed to. With all the rain we've had, trees and bushes are out of control. I can't imagine him hiking the entire 104 acres.
While I've been waiting, I've been packing. Kind of. As of Monday, the house wasn't coming in till the last week of July. So I slowed down on the packing. I've been having to open boxes up for things I've needed already, so I thought, Why pack until the time is closer? Then she calls me yesterday and tells me the dozer will be here Monday or Tuesday.
(Insert scream here!)
Now I'm running around like a mad woman trying to get things done. I have fence to build to section off the horses, concrete block to pound, three trees to cut down, plus all the packing left inside the house. I thought I was ahead of the game, but I'm slowly slipping behind.
So, if you don't hear from me for a while (or I should say, a longer while), you know why.
Uh oh, I guess I need to call Hughes net too, huh, to get my satelite moved.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
I love this picture I took the other day. We had five miles of crap rolling through, then suddenly there was this break in the clouds. It only lasted a few minutes, then more storms took over.
I'll show you another pretty picture in a minute.
We're, I'm, still packing. The house is in Mt. Sterling right now, and I've chewed my nails off waiting for it to arrive. For three years, hubby and I have been debating whether to build a new house on the property we have, get a double wide or move completely. This has been a constant source of contention for us. Not enough to fight over, but we've definitely had a lot of strong debates over the issue.
Hubby wanted to build, of course, and honestly, I kind of did too. More of me dreaded it though. Since he's out of town 90% of the time, damn near the entire building process would fall on my shoulders. Now, I am a very intelligent, strong woman, but I did not feel confident enough to try to do this on my own.
Our debating has drawn out 3 years now, and nothing has changed. Well, it hadn't changed.
Last month we were heading to town to get gasoline for the tractors and some lunch, then groceries. We stopped at a new modular place and looked around, and found a couple we liked. We signed a couple papers, and well, needless to say, that's the most expensive gasoline we ever bought. I think we were kind of frustrated with the whole process of trying to decide what to do and just said 'hell with it'. At the time, too, Hubby was heading to Canada for 6 months, and then to Japan for a year. The kids are growing up, getting bigger, and we needed more space desperately. Also too, we went the easy route because Hubby thinks we're probably going to move in the next three years anyway, closer to Cincinnati for his job.
The house that we bought is big. 2500 square feet, 4 bedrooms, 2 huge baths, office, living room, den, and beautiful kitchen. Hubby was happy with the way it's built, and I'm happy with the things inside.
I already love my kitchen. I have not had a decent, usable kitchen for literally about 8 years. The one I have now is too small, with about 4 total feet of counter space. The last house we lived in was huge (6 bedroom 4 bath) but even it didn't have a decent kitchen in it. It had 2 half kitchens on two separate floors on opposite sides of the house. I know, you're wondering where the heck has this woman lived?
I know people will probably smirk at what we did, but I'm not worried about it. We're comfortable with our decision, and I think we will love living in the house. My kids will be able to grow.
And I'll be able to cook.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
I'm moving, is the biggest thing. Not very far, only about 25 feet, but still have to go through the packing, sorting, cleaning that goes along with changing a household. Hubby and I finally bit the bullet and committed ourselves to something, and it is now consuming me.
Also too, the kids are taking up a lot of my time. It's summertime, obviously, and there is no more 'me time'. It's all US, US, US time. Mom can we do this? Mom can we go here? Mom are you going to wear your pajamas all day? All the questions drive me batty.
I try to lock the little buggars out of the house, but they keep getting back in.
Just Kidding.... mostly....
Nah, I love my kids. Today, actually, hubby and I took them swimming at a local beach, and we had a blast. Yeah, we're a little well-baked, but we had fun. I was defrosting meat for dinner when I realized the house was pretty quiet and maybe I could squeeze in some computer time.
So, here I am.
And here I go. Hubby just woke from his nap, and kids are wanting dinner.
I'll try to be back more often, but don't be surprised if I lose internet for a while. Haven't exactly worked out yet how to move the pole from one house to the other.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Well, somebody did. But they only ate one.
So now the male wanders around everywhere quacking, looking for his female. He's been doing this for two days now. It was irritating at first, now it's just sad.
I felt guilty for wishing somebody would eat them, and now I feel even worse because this duck actually cared for his female. He's lost his love. My daughter told me ,"Oh Mommy, he's crying!"
Yeah, Honey, ok, thanks for rubbing it in that mommy wanted them to get eaten.
But you know what? I'm getting over my guilt and kind of wishing he'd get eaten now too, but for a different reason. Maybe there's some little duck pond up in heaven where she's waiting on him now. Maybe they can be reunited once again. And have little duck babies like they tried to do here, but it never worked out.
Hmmm, am I totally off my rocker, or what?
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
He asked a lot of in-depth questions which I hope I answered intelligently. I made sure to throw in as many authors and publishers names as I could. I gave him an outline of what my current story was about, and who I was going to submit to.
I also told him how completely wonderful and encouraging the romance writing community was to us newbies.
He wasn't sure exactly when the article was coming out, but said he would try to drop me an e-mail. So, If you get the Herald, maybe you can let me know. ...
Hope it's a good article....
Monday, June 8, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Because it is my dad's birthday. Hi Dad. Happy Birthday. I won't tell how old he is, just in case he's squemish. We'll just say he has many years of experience, and the white hair to prove it.
We got together with Pop and Nee , as the kids call them, Friday, and had a wonderful dinner at Malone's. (Have to tell ya, that place is addictive. They wanted to go there, and they live in Ohio!) They got a hotel room that night in Lexington, then were heading south to Nashville / Knoxville area on the Goldwing. We had a nice visit while they were here.
Dad's favorite thing to do is go for a ride on the motorcycle. 1300, 1500 miles in a weekend is no big deal for Dad. He's always had bikes, for as long as I can remember. Usually fast bikes. If he didn't have a fast bike, he had a fast car. There was also a fast boat or two thrown in there as well. See the pattern?
I think Dad's met more cops than I have. And that's saying a lot.
But we love him anyway.
Have a Happy Birthday Dad. Oh, wait, by the time you read this, your birthday will be over.
Have a good day Dad.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
On my way home, I talked to hubby and decided to stop for pizza and beer. I went into Little Ceasars to pick up a couple of the ready made pizzas, and of course they were running out and had more in the oven. So, I ran a couple doors down to the liquor joint and watched the Preakness with the owner.
Damn! What a great race. For those of you who have not seen it, check it out here.
Even the replays give me goosebumps. Once again, Calvin Burel comes through.
Went back to LC and the pizzas still weren't done. I paid for 2 pizzas and an order of wings. By the time I had walked out of there, the girl had given me an extra pizza, crazy bread and dipping sauce to go with my original order. Because I had waited so long.
I'll wait an extra 10 minutes for another pizza. The spare went into the freezer for later.
Oh, by the way, Chickie experiment is doing ok. Chicks in cage are growing faster than the Free-range Foursome, I think simply because they gorge themselves on the manufactured chick food. I put chickfood out for the Foursome, but they don't eat as much.
I'm just amazed none of the four have been eaten yet.
Till next time...
Friday, May 15, 2009
I guess Criss Angel, the magician, stole a cat from some producer. The gist of it is; the producer's parents died, leaving him the family cat. The producer was living in a hotel at the time, so he left the cat with his friend Jennifer Madden, until he could move out of the hotel. Somehow or another, Criss Angel ended up with the cat. The producer is threatening to sue Angel if the cat is not returned, but Angel claims that the cat no longer likes the producer and wants to live with him .
Anyway, when I saw my name there, it really did hit me as kind of strange and even a little offsetting. I don't know if I want to keep my own name when (IF) I get published. There is no other author, that I know of, with the same name, but still. Some anonymity will be required I think.
So, I was thinking about pen names. Some authors pick names out of their hats, or use their pets names. Some only use one single name. A lot of erotica authors use some kind of love related word in their name, like Wendy Harte or Buffi something-or-other (not actual authors names as far as I know, just examples).
So how 'bout:
Scarlet Bliss, or
Tori D. Afair, or
Like any of those? I'm just joking, of course.
Uh, unless one sounds good.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Isn't this pretty? It's the view from my yard down to one of our ponds.
I wish the day was going to be as pretty. I have to take my son in to get an EEG, which is part of his testing for ADD. I talked to our local doctor about his discipline issues, and she set me up to get all these other things done. I, personally, don't think he has ADD. The teachers do. The doctor's not sure. But we have to rule it out. Last week, he was solid gold, and he only got 1 discipline stick for the week. Over the weekend he was perfect. Then Monday, I get a call that he had been suspended for writing bad things on his hand. Just for 1 day, but still. Frustrates the hell out of me.
While we are in town for the doctor, I am turning in my census bureau computer and misc. junk. My crew leader called me last night to see if I wanted to take a weekend trip to get Hazard, Ky done. Aren't they flooded right now? I told her no thank you. I have plans anyway to go to my KyRw meeting saturday. Yahoo!!!
I've been bitten by the writing bug bad since my job ended. Last night I think I pounded out about 7 K words on two different manuscripts. It helped that the house was quiet and I didn't have to break up my day with the job. Contemplating taking the laptop with me to the dr's office. Mmmm, maybe not. I'd be in deep doo-doo if something happened to it.
I'm also conducting an experiment. A chicken experiment. I have 20 some babies in my rabbit hutch right now under a heat lamp. Growing. Eating. Pooping. And growing some more. I also have a crazy gray hen who hatched out 4 babies. I don't think they're actually her babies, but they were under her when the eggs cracked, so she has claimed them. I've decided to let her raise the babies. Because as crazy as she is, she's an awesome momma. She clucks to the babies and digs then up food, guides them away from danger, etc. I'm really impressed with how well she's doing. I watched her last night for a while. She found a piece of dogfood on the ground yesterday, and banged that piece on the ground for probably 5 minutes so the babies could eat the smaller pieces. I'm embarrassed to say, it's fascinating to watch her.
So, my experiment is, to see which babies do better. Those in the cage being cared for by me, or the 4 babies running around with momma. I have a feeling momma will do better. I'll keep you updated.
Anyway, have a good Wednesday.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
And wouldn't you know it, I had my craziest day yet today. Tried to get an address from an older woman , and she swore up and down it WAS NOT census time! There had been a lady stop by just a couple of years ago, she said, that had done it. And why hadn't she gotten paid for that one, yet? she wanted to know. Were they going to pay her for this one? And what exactly did a Federal Agent look like? I told her technically I was a Federal worker. She looked me up and down, and finally told me, "Well, I ain't never seen you on tv."
I finally told her I had to get going to a meeting, (which I did) and she waved me off. I think I was as confused as she was when I left.
The funniest incident I had was the drunk-at-ten-o'clock, one-eyed old man who told me I was the prettiest thing he had seen (kinda, I guess) in a long time, and did I have room in my car for him to go for a ride. I told him no, apologized and promised him maybe next time.
I'll have to tell hubby he has competition. ;p.
Then there were the sad cases. I went to a place yesterday that had several chained and loose dogs, all obviously hungry. One black puppy, about 6 months old, was curled up in a discarded recliner on the front porch. I thought it was just laying there, but when I offered it a treat, it couldn't hardly raise it's head to sniff it. I realized then it was desperately sick. Though it didn't eat the treat, it wagged it's tail for me twice, then put it's head down again. When I went back by about 2 hours later to talk to the owner about her address, the pup was dead in the chair.
Directly across the road was a large round pen with a pony inside. He was skin and bones, standing in muck, trying to find a single blade of grass in the mud. Outside the round pen, the grass was a foot tall, but he could not reach it.
Why do people bother to have animals if they can't take care of them?
Anyway, I'm glad to be out of the job.
And as a special surprise when I got home, I found out I won a free download from Mia Watts and the Ellora's Cave chat from last night. I downloaded Claimed by Darkness and read it in two hours flat.
It was deliciously yummy! You can read the blurb on her website here. Thanks Mia!
Anyway, I'm going to work on my current wip for a little while, and head to bed. Have a good night everyone.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
For those of you that did not watch the Derby, Shame on you. It was FABULOUS!! It was gutwrenching, unexpected and so completely thrilling. It was a perfect example of the underdog coming out on top.
Mine That Bird was a relative unknown from New Mexico, of all places. No great record, no great pedigree, no great trainer. Just an average thouroughbred. The only thing he did have going for him was an awesome jockey, Calvin Burel. It's so refreshing to see Calvin when he wins, because his emotion is out there for all to see. He cried because his mom and dad couldn't see him. How sad. Even I teared up.
Although he cried the day before too, at the Oaks.
It's been a busy weekend for Calvin.
Friday was Kentucky Oaks day, for the girls. Calvin was on Rachel Alexandra, and he absolutely DOMINATED to field. You can watch it here. He was second at the start and held his position all the way around the track, until the final turn, when he let the filly have a bit of rein. She took off! He was not pushing her though, just riding along. If you look at the clips, it even looks as though he may be pulling her back a bit.
The filly won by 20 1/4 lengths, and she wasn't even running hard. Her time was 1:48.87, just .23 off the track record.
I wonder what she would have done if Calvin had actually pushed her a bit?
I wonder what she would have done in the Derby?
It was an amazing weekend for Calvin Burel.
I wish him congratulations!
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Then I went out to the tack room, where I was keeping the babies.
I had a meeting that morning with my crew leader, and I did not pay a lot of attention to the animals because I was running late. I had glanced into the tack room, and raised the heat lamp a few inches above the night level, because they don't generally need as much heat during the day. The ambient temperature rises, and they stay warm with that. What I failed to notice was that they were almost out of water. The chick waterer is a small round tray that screws onto a mason jar. When the jar is inverted, the water comes out into the tray. When I looked, I saw the tray was wet, but not how much water was in the jar.
Without water, chicks overheat.
I killed 10 little babies.
I thought more were going to die, but I removed the heat lamp completely, sat my guilty butt on the floor and started feeding the sickest ones drops of cool water with a small syringe. 5 were really, really close to dying when I found them. When I was done, 4 had recovered. It took the better part of 2 hours to make sure everybody was rehydrated, but I now have 17 live chicks. I better take care of these ones, because I don't know that anymore will hatch out after being cool without the hens.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Also, just a warning, ticks are out already. Be sure your kids and pets are protected.
Monday, April 27, 2009
I should be heading out to work right now, but I'm dragging my feet, bad. Kids are gone, hubby just left, and the house is quiet. Perfect time to write.
But I'm almost done with this job.
Once I get it done, I'll feel better about sitting down to write. Guilt free. Isn't that sad I feel guilty about not going to a voluntary job?
Anyway, get out and enjoy the sun today.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
The stupid things are crushing the babies. Because they don't have the sense to go to another nest and give the eggs room to hatch.
I have bruises all over my hands from these nasty wenches pecking at me as I'm trying to rescue the babies. So far I have 12 live babies and 4 dead. With a couple pecking their way out now. I'll go out in the morning and rescue the live ones. I put feed bags over the openings to the nest boxes, and removed 2 hens from each nest. Hopefully they'll have enough space now to spread out a bit. The nests were only designed to hold one hen at a time.
Then, my lovely neighbor down the hill bought a horse. To be his lawn mower. Because he has 4 mowers and not one of them works, he says. And of course, the horse is a MARE. Female. My quarter-horse stud is going to love her as he tears through the barbwire fence to introduce himself when she comes in heat.
And you know what's great about these two problems? I don't have to deal with them this weekend. My wonderful hubby does. I'm going to The Dogwood Workshop in Ashland Ky.
Have a good weekend everybody. I'll be back Monday.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
After we dropped the kids off, we headed into the Man O' War area for dinner. I told Mom she could pick our dinner spot, because I was probably not going to see her for Mother's day. She chose Logan's Roadhouse, and we had a very nice dinner. Sirloin over a grilled bed of onions. Yummy!!!!
Rupp arena was not as packed as I expected, and the show was absolutely sublime. We were about halfway up the rows, and we really had a great view of all the horses. Actually, we could even see the horses in the holding area before the show started. They were absolutely beautiful! Actually, 'beautiful' is too tame of a word.
I learned that this group was not acually from the Viennese Spanish Riding School, though they were affiliated. They had purchased several of their horses from the school, and communicated on training issues regularly. It also made me happy to know that several of the horses in the show were actually adopted out of abuse situations.
This is a demonstration by an Andalusian, which was one of the base breeds of the Lippizan. I apologize for the brightness. These bright white horses just got brighter the closer they got. This one is gray, and even he got brighter with the spotlights on him. If you'll notice, about 48 seconds into the clip, the horse starts across the ring diagonally. If you watch closely, you will see him change leads every second beat. For those that don't know, this takes serious talent. The ringleader advised that the horses are only trained 45 minutes a day...........for 9 or 10 years. Not one of the stallions in the show was under 10 years old.
This is another demonstration, this time by a Lippizan stallion.
I don't know about the Spanish Riding School, but this demonstration had mostly women riding, which I thought was very progressive.
Mom and I enjoyed the show soooo much. There were many people there who were obviously not horse people, but everybody was talking about how much they enjoyed the show. Next time I'll be sure to take my daughter with me.
Saturday was devoted to building fence around my garden and relaxing. Mom left early sunday morning in the rain, and the family finally got one whole day to just veg out.
Hope you enjoy the clips.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Yesterday was a trial though. It was the first time we were out on our own canvassing a block. Basically all we're doing is confirming addresses, and that there is a physical house at that address. If it's an apartment building we have to make sure all the apartments are listed. If the streets are mis-marked or not on our computers at all, we have to add them. The census itself doesn't actually come out until this summer, I believe. We're just getting ready for it.
That part of my day was not the trying part.
At 10:00, I got a call from my son's teacher. He had already gotten two sticks, and he had only been there two hours. For some reason he's been going in the pre-school rooms and playing blocks, so that was one stick. Then he got into an argument with a little girl he can't seem to stay away from. I can't tell if he likes her and doesn't know how to tell her, or if he actually dislikes her. It seems like a little of both. Anyway, that was stick two.
"Do you want to talk to your son?" Sigh... "Yea, put him on..."
Every question I ask him gets a response of ,"I don't know." At least I think that's what he's mumbling. So of course I warn him, and tell him he's not going to be able to go see Pop this weekend if he doesn't straighten up. And I cross my fingers for the rest of the day.
I explained to the teacher before I hung up that this weekend he was going to a huge gun show called Knob Creek. They're going to have machine guns and artillery and canons, all things all of the men in my life love. My dad, Pop, is going, as well as hubby and son. My step-brother and cousin are tagging along with the group now too, I believe. My son has known this was coming up, and I've repeatedly warned him that he was going to lose his weekend if he didn't straighten up.
But it was not to be.
His poor teacher called me yesterday when I got out of training, telling me there was too much to talk about to put in a letter. (Great...) Son seemed to be testing her to see if she would give him sticks. She had told him that she knew about his weekend, and she told me that after that , he seemed to be tempting her to give him sticks. He did everything bad he could do, then just looked at her when she got after him. He did everything from killing tadpoles in the stream behind the playground to running in the halls to lying to the reading teacher about having his work done. Teacher said, in total, she could have given him five sticks for the day. It only takes 10 to get suspended!!!
Needless to say, he was not happy when I told him his weekend was cancelled. Daddy was going, but he wasn't. Bawling, crying, pleading, bribing, he did the whole gamut. Then he switched tactics. I've been getting after him to clean his room for 4 days. Suddenly it was done in 15 minutes. Chores he hadn't done in weeks, he was suddenly under my feet trying to do. He was begging me to give him chores to do. (Which was kind of nice actually.) But he always does this. It's how he missed going four-wheeling with my husband a couple months ago, and how he missed the circus a few weeks ago. But I was standing firm in not letting him go.
Until I got that e-mail from Pop. 'He's done his penance. Let him go.' And the second one from Nee, my step-mom and my son's grandmother. 'Make it easy on yourself and let him go with the guys.' I told Nee he would have to have an exceptional day today in order to go. He gets home in about 2 hours, so I guess we'll find out then.
Nothing like a little extra pressure.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
So, I'm trying to get back into the swing of working during the day again. And not just writing. Monday I started training for the census job, and the material is not hard, it's just tedious. To cover their butts, the government puts out truckloads of paperwork, hoping you'll get lost in the mess if you try to come back on them for anything. Literally, I have three manuals teaching me how to check addresses, and enter the information into a very basic hand-held computer. It's not rocket science.
The hard part is trying to stay awake during class. It is so, so dry.
Hubby is in Indiana right now, so everything comes down to me. Kids on the bus, training, pick up the kids, take care of the animals, feed the kids and try to catch up on housework. Today I took Annie in to the vet for an all day sugar-check. In addition to everything else.
Then that darn Teresa Reasor went and wrote this awesome book I've been reading when I should be sleeping. It's called Highland Moonlight. I think I got a total of about 4 1/2 hours of sleep last night. Thanks Teresa. ;-p .
Then I keep hoping to eke out just a few more minutes of time to work on an idea I had coming home from the workshop.
Sigh... I'm tired. And then Friday it looks like I'm driving to Louisvile.
I wouldn't know what to do if my life was somewhat normal.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
After the booksigning ( $150 poorer, because I had to buy one from everyone) we went to Malone's for dinner. I REALLY wish I could have been 5 different places at once, to listen and participate with all the conversations that went on. Dinner was wonderful, and after several hours they finally booted us out.
The conference the next day was spectacular. I have so much information floating around in my head. Honestly, I usually nod off a bit when I have meetings in that type of setting, but not yesterday. I could have sat there another two days, just absorbing, and been happy.
I'm off now to try computer story boarding. Thanks Teresa. And maybe some script writing. Thanks Maddie.
I have too many ideas in my head right now not to go write today. Bye all...
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Hubby works in Indiana during the week right now, and drives home on the weekends. This friday, on his way home, my brother-in-law called him and asked him if he wanted to go to Tennessee to the race at Bristol. Hubby actually hesitated, simply because he wanted to come home and see us. Isn't he sweet? But I encouraged him to go, because it was a once in a lifetime chance. Everything was already paid for, tickets, hotel, everything. Even most of the beer. (I think that was actually the deciding factor.)
I met him down on interstate 64 and swapped out dirty clothes for clean, told him I loved him and sent him on his way.
He had an absolute blast! My husband is not usually into races, but I think he may be on his way to becoming a convert.
Saturday, I took the kids to see Witch Mountain. It was surprisingly cute. For those of you that remember the original movies, you may notice the original kids, now adults of course, doing cameos in the movie. I had a pretty big 'DUH' moment when I realized. They looked familiar, but I just couldn't place them.
The kids and I built fence and worked on the garden Sunday. The sun was so nice, the three of us, as well as the three dogs, laid down in the field for a while and dozed off. Needless to say, we've gotten our first bit of sunburn for the season.
Monday afternoon hubby came home tired and happy. We relaxed for the day before I sent him on his way Tuesday morning.
Annie went to the vet Tuesday for a check up, and she's doing fine.
And today, I'm catching up on all the things I should have done this weekend.
Here's a funny one for you. We get after my son all the time to do good at school. He gets 'sticks' if he's bad. Monday and tuesday he got zero sticks, and I told him if he got zero sticks today (wed), he could go to the book sale and buy something. His teacher sent this note home :
'***** had a good day today, no sticks, UNTIL he went to the bathroom at the end of the day and locked the stalls and crawled under to keep the doors locked. He has received a stick for tomorrow.'
How the heck am I supposed to be mean mom when I read that? I glowered enough to make it to the truck, then I burst out laughing, out of his sight. What a stinker he is!! At least what he does is usually cute, and not destructive.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
It was just past 10 o'clock, and I was in the bedroom getting changed for bed when Cricket, the Pomeranian, started growling, and doing this funny chuffing/bark thing. I didn't really pay attention until she went to the back door and started doing the same thing. Ok, maybe she had to go potty, I thought. So, half-dressed, I go to the door and let her out. You should have seen the HUGE possum outside just beyond my deck. It weighed at least 15 pounds! Little Cricket goes out, barking her head off, when she sees this thing. I'm calling to her as I head back into the room to grab a gun and a flashlight. Yes, a gun. I've lost too many chickens over the years to varmints, and I take care of them myself. I prefer to do a live trap, then a trip to Clay Farm, but that does not always happen.
Anyway, I pull out one of my husband's rifles, but I could't find the right shells, so I pulled out the little Marlin 22 I gave him for Christmas one year. I grabbed a handful of shells and dropped them into my sweatsuit jacket pocket, then dug for a flashlight. Why is it you can never find a good light when you need one?
By the time I got out on the deck (in my underwear and shirt, mind you) the possum has waddled around the side of the house, with Cricket on it's heels. Murphy, all 190 pounds of him, wagged his way around the deck licking my legs as I shone (shined?) the flashlight, trying to see where Cricket was. I could hear her, but I couldn't see her. I tried to encourage Murph to 'go get it, go get it boy'. He just sat there. Murph is a sweetheart, he's just not real bright, poor thing.
So, off I went through the yard. I realized they had circled the house and headed back towards the chicken coop. Cricket ran back to me at one point, basically telling me to get my ass in gear, then took off again, barking her little head off. At the chicken coop, I looked around, but could see no possum. Cricket was still growling and chuffing, but she had lost it too. I shined the light in a broad circle, and finally saw a pair of eyes watching me. By the time I got the rifle aimed through the two rows of fence he had made it through, he was waddling down the hill. I cracked off a couple of shots, but I know I didn't hit him.
Cricket was so proud of herself, because she felt she had chased that huge thing off. So I praised her as if she had in fact done that. What a crazy little bad-ass she is! All three pounds of her.
Murphy never saw the possum at all.
I had hung up on my husband in the middle of all this, so I called him back and told him what had happened. He was at a bar with his buddies. He laughed his butt off, then told his buddies, who were horrified. They already think we're gun fanatics, now he's telling them his wife is running around in her underwear shooting rifles at wild animals at night. Yea, great image. Thanks honey.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
For writing purposes, I find that rainy days do the best. There is no guilt in sitting down at the computer for hours on end and not getting stuff done outside. If the sun is out, I should be out doing something. That's what my head tells me, even though my heart is pulling me back in the house to the desk.
I'm getting ready now to go on a long walk, and I'm probably going to work on fence after that. Have to keep the chickies out of the garden, you know. I'll come in around lunch and spend some guilt-free time at the computer as I eat.
What kind of weather is most productive to your writing habits? Or times?
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
I love this song. It's sad and heartbreaking. I know for a fact though, that the singer, Natasha Bedingfield, found her soulmate right after this song was released. She's spoken about it publicly.
Thank you Devon Matthews for helping me load this up.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Last night, I hear my son say, "Oh, no, Bad Cricket!" then "Mommmmmm......" He comes carrying her out of the hallway, covered in something orange, all over her. What the heck was that?
Then I see her chewing.
She had found a piece of the kid's bubblegum (Sour Citrus I learned later) and was COVERED IN STRINGS OF IT FROM TIP TO TAIL!!!! It was all over her! She has very fuzzy feet she apparently used to hold the piece down so she could pull pieces off. SHE HAD GUM BETWEEEN HER TOES!!!!! She had also apparently sat on it too, because it was all around her a**.
I was crying laughing. She looked ridiculous. Then I got frustrated, because that stuff was not coming out of her hair easily. I finally had to take the shears to her.
The poor thing is butched now.
And she still has bubblegum between her toes.