The surprise is over. I came home from Florida 2 weeks early and I didn't tell Bryan. He always tries to make me feel guilty for missing his birthday every year. Now he can't complain. I've been so busy since I've been back I'll probably forget his birthday. I'd never live that down.
I go from nothing to do in Florida to so much to do I don't know where to start. I've been cleaning out the barn; shoveling lots of chicken poop. I have to get ready for my new baby chicks that are coming in mid April. Then there is the yard and garden that needs started. Etc. etc. etc......
I have some tires that have just been sitting in the barn. With Brad's urging I have decided to try to sell them. I checked with a local tire dealer and apparently it will be worth my while to sell them. Since they have been in the barn the chickens have used them as a laying nest. I thought I'd better clean off the poop and straw before I put them on CraigsList.
In the process of getting the tires from the barn to the garage I invented a new game. It's called "Where will the damn tire go!" I rolled the first tire out of the barn and headed for the house. There is a little hill right outside the barn so the tire took to rolling a little faster. I thought: oh good, the tire will roll to the garage and I won't have to push it. No, not good. The hill is not smooth and neither is the ground so the tire took on a life of it's own. It's started rolling faster and faster and....there is a spot where the pasture fence is broken and the tire rolled right through there, into the pasture and disappeared (it's the pasture with all of the overgrown trees and brush). I stood there at the top of that little hill by the barn thinking: what the hell just happened??? I didn't run after it because I figure it would stop before it got to the fence. Remember Newton's laws of motion? "An object in motion will stay in motion unless an outside force acts upon it." By golly that is true! It took me 10 minutes to find that stupid tire; fighting overgrown thorny bushes the entire time. Once I found it I had to push it up hill through the thorny bushes and to the garage.
Three tires to go and I'm certainly not going to make that mistake again...or am I?
This time I pointed the tire more toward the garage thinking that if it got away from me it would be heading in the right direction. Wrong again. It started off in the same direction at a little different angle. This time I started chasing it. I pushed on the tire figuring it would fall over on it's side and therefore stop. All it did was wobble a little and keep on going. I pushed it 2 more times with the same effect. It was heading for the part of the fence that was not broken. Well, it wasn't broken, but it is now. The tire hit the fence with a loud CRACK! At least it stopped the tire.
Time for the third tire. By now I have figured out that I can't let the tire get any momentum at all by the hill. So, I'm doing a pretty good job of keeping it under control but it still starts to roll faster. I was bound and determined not to let this one get away, so as soon as it started to go faster I knocked it over. It still took me two tries to push it down. I got the forth tire to the garage uneventful.
Between shoveling poop and chasing tires I am exhausted. I did more today than I have in the last month. I was so tired this evening that I drove the car to the mailbox. I just couldn't bring myself to walk that far.
I should have no trouble sleeping tonight. I just hope I can get out of bed in the morning.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
It Will Never Change
I had a hard time getting to sleep again last night. No, it wasn't because of the bed. It's because of Sandra Bullock. I feel so bad for her! She seems so open and genuine that I feel like I know her. She's the type of woman I would love to have as a best friend. What was her husband thinking?????? If you saw the Oscars, she made the most touching acceptance speech; talking about how her husband has her back. They showed Jesse and he had tears in his eyes. At the time I thought they were tears of love and devotion. It turns out they were tears of: "Oh shit I am in such trouble."
I do give him credit for admitting his mistake right off. It's the people that deny, deny, deny (like John Edwards) that I have the most disdain for. It's humiliating enough for the spouse in the first place and continuing to lie prolongs the agony.
This is for all of the famous people that cheat and think they can get away with it: "REALLY!!!!!" First of all, be a little more particular in your choices. Slutty down on their luck models and waitresses will do anything to make money, including sell you out. You would think that would be common sense, but apparently not.
Normally I don't care what you celebrity types do, but don't mess with Sandra Bullock.
I do give him credit for admitting his mistake right off. It's the people that deny, deny, deny (like John Edwards) that I have the most disdain for. It's humiliating enough for the spouse in the first place and continuing to lie prolongs the agony.
This is for all of the famous people that cheat and think they can get away with it: "REALLY!!!!!" First of all, be a little more particular in your choices. Slutty down on their luck models and waitresses will do anything to make money, including sell you out. You would think that would be common sense, but apparently not.
Normally I don't care what you celebrity types do, but don't mess with Sandra Bullock.
Do What You Gotta Do For The Sake Of Sleep
I have evil drapes and they may be ruining my marriage.
I bought some drapes for the windows in the bedroom at the condo. Previously there was nothing there. I liked the view and it was nice to wake up and have the ocean be the first thing I laid my eyes on in the morning. Joe, however; was disturbed by the fact that as soon as the sun came up he would wake up. Being the ever subservient and dutiful wife that I am, I bought some drapes so Joe might be able to sleep a little later in the morning.
Since I have installed the drapes I have not been able to sleep, averaging only two to three hours over each of the last three nights. I am convinced that the drapes are to blame. It could have something to do with the size of the bed and my fluctuating body temperature as well, but it's easier to blame the drapes.
When we first bought the condo and needed a bed, we figured since we weren't down here that much we would buy a queen size bed and save some money. We are used to a king size. That was a big mistake. Between me, Joe and the dog we barely fit. It doesn't help that I am now having a harder time controlling my body temperature (yes it's menopause ass holes). Joe puts off enough body heat to make a family of three comfortable. It's like sleeping next to an oven set at 400 degrees with the door open.
So, it's finally happened. We have become that couple. You know, the couple that everyone feels sorry for because they are sleeping in separate beds. The couple that you assume must have major problems if they don't even sleep in the same bed. I finally get it. While I'm sure the aforementioned may be true in some cases, more than likely the couple are in that situation for practical reasons. There is nothing worse than sleep deprivation. Having a grumpy sleep deprived spouse is no way to live.
We slept apart last night and.......we both slept like babies. Well maybe not babies. We slept like a man having to get up and go to the bathroom every two hours and a woman with hot flashes having to put the cover on or off every two hours. So, for us we slept well!
I assume that once we get home to our king size bed everything will go back to normal. For now we will be apart for the sake of sleep.
"Good night Joe". "Good night Patti". "Good night Ellie". "Good night John Boy." "Who?" "Never mind, go to sleep."
I bought some drapes for the windows in the bedroom at the condo. Previously there was nothing there. I liked the view and it was nice to wake up and have the ocean be the first thing I laid my eyes on in the morning. Joe, however; was disturbed by the fact that as soon as the sun came up he would wake up. Being the ever subservient and dutiful wife that I am, I bought some drapes so Joe might be able to sleep a little later in the morning.
Since I have installed the drapes I have not been able to sleep, averaging only two to three hours over each of the last three nights. I am convinced that the drapes are to blame. It could have something to do with the size of the bed and my fluctuating body temperature as well, but it's easier to blame the drapes.
When we first bought the condo and needed a bed, we figured since we weren't down here that much we would buy a queen size bed and save some money. We are used to a king size. That was a big mistake. Between me, Joe and the dog we barely fit. It doesn't help that I am now having a harder time controlling my body temperature (yes it's menopause ass holes). Joe puts off enough body heat to make a family of three comfortable. It's like sleeping next to an oven set at 400 degrees with the door open.
So, it's finally happened. We have become that couple. You know, the couple that everyone feels sorry for because they are sleeping in separate beds. The couple that you assume must have major problems if they don't even sleep in the same bed. I finally get it. While I'm sure the aforementioned may be true in some cases, more than likely the couple are in that situation for practical reasons. There is nothing worse than sleep deprivation. Having a grumpy sleep deprived spouse is no way to live.
We slept apart last night and.......we both slept like babies. Well maybe not babies. We slept like a man having to get up and go to the bathroom every two hours and a woman with hot flashes having to put the cover on or off every two hours. So, for us we slept well!
I assume that once we get home to our king size bed everything will go back to normal. For now we will be apart for the sake of sleep.
"Good night Joe". "Good night Patti". "Good night Ellie". "Good night John Boy." "Who?" "Never mind, go to sleep."
Thursday, March 18, 2010
I Need Me Some Eggs
These last two weeks can't go by fast enough. I hate to wish my life away, but I need to get home. Yah, I miss everyone terribly but what I really miss are my eggs. Yes, my eggs from my chickens.
I remember when I first tried fresh eggs from a friends chickens, I couldn't eat them. Part of the problem from those eggs was that they were from Araucana chickens which lay blue eggs. In addition, whatever they fed them turned their yolks an almost neon yellow. They just seemed a little unnatural. So when I decided to raise chickens of my own I was a little worried that I wouldn't be able to eat their eggs. That worry didn't last long when I tried them. It is amazing to me how much better they taste than store bought eggs.
I brought some of my girls eggs to Florida with me, but they are now gone. I actually had to buy old white eggs from the grocery. When I say old, I mean old. Grocery store eggs are probably already four weeks old by the time they are purchased by the consumer and most of their flavor is gone. I had one egg from my chickens left and the store bought eggs. I cooked them side by side. Their was no comparison. The funny thing now is that it grosses me out to eat the store bought eggs now that I know more about them and have had fresh eggs.
I'm only kidding about missing my eggs more than my family. The egg shortage is no where near the creamer fiasco which was close to a matter of life and death. If you don't know what I'm talking about with the creamer thing, then you haven't been following my blog. My blog is like a TV show; you have to read every post or you won't be able to follow the convoluted story line of randomness.
Any who.... I'm missing my girls and their ova.
I remember when I first tried fresh eggs from a friends chickens, I couldn't eat them. Part of the problem from those eggs was that they were from Araucana chickens which lay blue eggs. In addition, whatever they fed them turned their yolks an almost neon yellow. They just seemed a little unnatural. So when I decided to raise chickens of my own I was a little worried that I wouldn't be able to eat their eggs. That worry didn't last long when I tried them. It is amazing to me how much better they taste than store bought eggs.
I brought some of my girls eggs to Florida with me, but they are now gone. I actually had to buy old white eggs from the grocery. When I say old, I mean old. Grocery store eggs are probably already four weeks old by the time they are purchased by the consumer and most of their flavor is gone. I had one egg from my chickens left and the store bought eggs. I cooked them side by side. Their was no comparison. The funny thing now is that it grosses me out to eat the store bought eggs now that I know more about them and have had fresh eggs.
I'm only kidding about missing my eggs more than my family. The egg shortage is no where near the creamer fiasco which was close to a matter of life and death. If you don't know what I'm talking about with the creamer thing, then you haven't been following my blog. My blog is like a TV show; you have to read every post or you won't be able to follow the convoluted story line of randomness.
Any who.... I'm missing my girls and their ova.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Happy Anniversary
10 years, TEN YEARS, X years,IIIIIIIIII YEARS. Joe has actually put up with me for 10 years of marriage. Honestly, they have been 10 pretty easy years relatively free of conflict and turmoil. Anyone that says their marriage is perfect is a big fat liar, but as far as marriage goes mine is pretty perfect for me. Joe knows how not to push my buttons. That is a good skill to have since once my button is pushed it's hard to shut it off. I will definitely admit that I am the more emotional of the two of us. Joe tends to keep things in, but when he does blow it's not a pretty sight. Since most people have never seen that side of him it's kind of shocking if they happen to witness it. I find it a little funny because he's not very good at being mad. His normal demeanor and being mad just don't go together. It's like watching a newborn calf walk for the first time.
Joe and I met when I started working at the Rehab Hospital right after I graduated from nursing school. He would do rounds at the hospital and he was always so nice to me and and all of the staff (not like a lot of the doctors that think they are above everyone). Whenever he showed up I always tried to make sure I made myself available in case he needed anything. We bonded one day discussing some patients scrotum. (To some people that may seem weird, but to medical people it's totally a normal conversation).
One day I was at my med cart with a couple of other nurses. Joe was alone in the dictation room. I told my fellow nurses I was going to ask him out. None of us knew if he was married or not. I tried to do research but apparently Joe was a pretty private person because no one seemed to have any scoop. I got up my nerve and walked straight in to the dictation room. I asked him out, he gave me his answer, I went back to my med cart. My fellow nurses stood there with mouths open; not believing I really did it. "What did he say????" "He said no." "Oh my gosh, really?" "He said he was flattered but he has a girlfriend."
I was disappointed, but I thought it was really noble of him to not betray his girlfriend. It was also liberating to be the one asking for a date instead of the one only going out with the idiots that were asking me. I had recently dated a guy that I ended up having to get a restraining order on. Obviously the story does not end there.
I started dating a guy that I knew from high school. I think I figured he would be safe since I'd known him a long time. They used to call him "lyin Brian". I knew about that nickname, but for some reason I ignored the implications. He truly was the biggest liar that I had ever met. He would lie about stuff that didn't even need to be lied about. In the beginning I ignored it. I knew in the back of my mind that this guy was bad for me, but I hung in there for 10 months. Thank God I had the strength and sense to kick him to the curb. During those 10 months I had switched jobs and was now working at Parkview in the Surgical Trauma Intensive Care.
I didn't have the opportunity to see Joe anymore since I now worked on the other side of town and honestly I hadn't really thought about it anymore. One day I was in a room with a patient and I see Joe walk by the door. I called out to him, but he didn't hear me (little did I know that him not hearing me would become a pattern). I came out of the room and hollered at him down the hall. He and everyone else heard me and he turned around. We chatted for a moment and he says: "remember a while back you asked me out?" "Yah". "Are you still interested?" "Sure." I gave him my phone number.
Two weeks later he finally calls me (knowing him now, I am sure he over thought that decision for those two weeks. He doesn't do things spur of the moment). We finally went on our first date (which discussing it with Joe now, neither of us remember. We're pretty sure that it was dinner and a movie). When he came to my house to pick me up Amanda answered the door. Amanda would have been about 14. She came upstairs to get me and says: "there is a grandpa at the door." Hilarious! The rest is history.
I found out later that he was actually looking for me at Parkview that day. It wasn't a chance meeting. That sly dog!
So Happy Anniversary to us! And here's to many more, CHEERS!
Joe and I met when I started working at the Rehab Hospital right after I graduated from nursing school. He would do rounds at the hospital and he was always so nice to me and and all of the staff (not like a lot of the doctors that think they are above everyone). Whenever he showed up I always tried to make sure I made myself available in case he needed anything. We bonded one day discussing some patients scrotum. (To some people that may seem weird, but to medical people it's totally a normal conversation).
One day I was at my med cart with a couple of other nurses. Joe was alone in the dictation room. I told my fellow nurses I was going to ask him out. None of us knew if he was married or not. I tried to do research but apparently Joe was a pretty private person because no one seemed to have any scoop. I got up my nerve and walked straight in to the dictation room. I asked him out, he gave me his answer, I went back to my med cart. My fellow nurses stood there with mouths open; not believing I really did it. "What did he say????" "He said no." "Oh my gosh, really?" "He said he was flattered but he has a girlfriend."
I was disappointed, but I thought it was really noble of him to not betray his girlfriend. It was also liberating to be the one asking for a date instead of the one only going out with the idiots that were asking me. I had recently dated a guy that I ended up having to get a restraining order on. Obviously the story does not end there.
I started dating a guy that I knew from high school. I think I figured he would be safe since I'd known him a long time. They used to call him "lyin Brian". I knew about that nickname, but for some reason I ignored the implications. He truly was the biggest liar that I had ever met. He would lie about stuff that didn't even need to be lied about. In the beginning I ignored it. I knew in the back of my mind that this guy was bad for me, but I hung in there for 10 months. Thank God I had the strength and sense to kick him to the curb. During those 10 months I had switched jobs and was now working at Parkview in the Surgical Trauma Intensive Care.
I didn't have the opportunity to see Joe anymore since I now worked on the other side of town and honestly I hadn't really thought about it anymore. One day I was in a room with a patient and I see Joe walk by the door. I called out to him, but he didn't hear me (little did I know that him not hearing me would become a pattern). I came out of the room and hollered at him down the hall. He and everyone else heard me and he turned around. We chatted for a moment and he says: "remember a while back you asked me out?" "Yah". "Are you still interested?" "Sure." I gave him my phone number.
Two weeks later he finally calls me (knowing him now, I am sure he over thought that decision for those two weeks. He doesn't do things spur of the moment). We finally went on our first date (which discussing it with Joe now, neither of us remember. We're pretty sure that it was dinner and a movie). When he came to my house to pick me up Amanda answered the door. Amanda would have been about 14. She came upstairs to get me and says: "there is a grandpa at the door." Hilarious! The rest is history.
I found out later that he was actually looking for me at Parkview that day. It wasn't a chance meeting. That sly dog!
So Happy Anniversary to us! And here's to many more, CHEERS!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Shells
Joe and I took an evening walk and picked up some shell on the beach. I brought them back and put them in a cup of water to soak awhile and clean them up. A few hours later I rinsed them and put them on the counter to drain. That night I happened to glace at the shells and I noticed that one of the shells was about a foot away from the rest of the shells. I notice the little wet trail and then I see the antennas. IT'S ALIVE!!!
I had grabbed a shell that still had a creature in it. It's easy to tell if you have a normal size shell whether or not there is an animal in it. The shells on our beach are teeny tiny (pea size and smaller) so it's not as easy to tell.
I couldn't let the little guy die, so I put on my robe, grabbed the flash light and headed for the beach. The tide was out so I had to find a moist area to put him in. Do you know how dark it is on the beach at night?? It's darker than dark. It's can't see your hand in front of your face dark! It's run as fast as you can back to the condo dark! I hope little snail dude appreciates this.
These are some shells I have collected. They are all the same kind of shell just different sizes. I love the teeny ones!
I had grabbed a shell that still had a creature in it. It's easy to tell if you have a normal size shell whether or not there is an animal in it. The shells on our beach are teeny tiny (pea size and smaller) so it's not as easy to tell.
I couldn't let the little guy die, so I put on my robe, grabbed the flash light and headed for the beach. The tide was out so I had to find a moist area to put him in. Do you know how dark it is on the beach at night?? It's darker than dark. It's can't see your hand in front of your face dark! It's run as fast as you can back to the condo dark! I hope little snail dude appreciates this.
These are some shells I have collected. They are all the same kind of shell just different sizes. I love the teeny ones!
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