Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Last week, I told cow how great I thought he was for bringing home the bacon, but if he didn't start hanging around long enough to enjoy a BLT every now'n again he could just (insert half hearted threat here) and that was that.
Much to my surprise (and relief) Cow relented. And after some heavy (time consuming) negotiating I scored (in my custody battle for the farmer/rancher/fireman) a weekend every other week until cotton harvest. He gets to work just as many hours as he can squeeze into those 12 days and then for two glorious days he is mine (and the sprout's) all mine. Girls this is unprecedented. I can hardly believe it, but I have actually just enjoyed one of those weekends and it was SWELL. Will it last? I sure hope so.
I have been blogging, just not proofing or publishing. Time has been short and I still insist on keeping up with y'alls blogs if I am going to blog at all. I've also (what were they thinking) gained a few more readers so keeping up with blogs is getting more difficult (how do you all do it???) but so worth it. You guys make me laugh, think, and occasionally get a little choked up.
Not to mention the inspiration that I get from the crazy things you guys come up with. I am 95% through with the my little den, love it, and I'm debating if I should go ahead a publish pictures now... or push forward until I've finished that 5%?
Thanks to all of you that have asked after me, posted pictures of funny pig faces and signs about surprising Cotton. You're emails and comments have been so good to read.
I miss you all, but hey...I guess this post means I am officially BACK!
So look for me at your places, okay?
(But not today...it's Tuesday for Pete's sake.)
Sunday, June 20, 2010
There is that, then the fact that I am getting so hot and bored that even motorcycle riding sounds fun. (It wasn’t fun at all, especially the speed bumps)
And, I keep getting pictures sent to my phone that look like this…
with messages from Murphy saying that he misses me.
Tuesday can’t come soon enough, I miss my boys.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Tomorrow, I am getting on one of these
which I hate and going to Arizona. Again.
I am going to surprise my dad for Father’s Day. He thinks that he is picking up his father-in-law at the airport. Won’t he be surprised when I saunter off of the plane?
While I hate flying in itty bitty planes, am not a big fan of heat, & have never been away from Art this long in the almost 5 years we have been together….I am excited.
I wish that I could say that it was my idea, but it wasn’t. I can’t thank his wife, someone that I prefer to refer to as a friend as opposed to a step monster, for emailing last week and sharing her idea. It also sort of helps that she is paying for it:)
Just do me a favor, don’t tell Murphy. Or my dad.
Friday, June 11, 2010
This is the second time I have planted my peas and the birds are eating them before they even sprout. The weather is sucking big time and nothing is coming up....no spinach , no corn barely any carrots......what the flip?
and that is all I gotta say about that!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
I came home from garage saleing, and my computer was randomly deleting files because my keyboard malfunctioned.
Immediate call to Mr. M. the computer guy, I love him, he says "go in the basement and get the extra keyboard and call me after you hook it up. If still not working I will bring home a new one."
Obviously it works or I would not be here. And all I wanted to do was look up the words to the chicken dance, I just can NOT get it out of my head. Well no time for that, I have to go back and pick up all my bargains, had to make two trips. I love town wide garage sales.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Don't move things you don't like. It's not going to have a place in your new place any more than it does in your current place. Bless* someone else with it.
*I always love how home ec gurus use this word, as if giving your ugly plastic placemats to your unsuspecting sister-in-law is really a blessing...bwahahahaha....
Don't buy 4 or 12 gallons of mismixed paint just before your husband comes back from a trip and leave them where he can see them and has the opportunity to ask "why in the !@#$% are we buying that just so we can move it?". I'm just sayin'.
Don't go to Costco and spend $50 or $200 just before your husband comes back from a trip and leave the stuff where he can see it and has the opportunity to ask "why in the !@#$%$ are we buying that just so we can move it?". I'm just sayin'.
Do not plan your move to a vacation destination over the Fourth of July holiday weekend, unless you have superhuman strength and can carry your china cabinet yourself.
Do not tell your dog you are moving, unless you want her to come down with a cold and an ear hematoma and need a trip to the vet, but you only have one car and your husband has it out of town, because you did not want to move two cars so you sold yours prematurely.
Do not count on fellow bloggers to help you choose your house. They can't decide either.
Do not count on fellow bloggers to reliably choose the appropriate cocktail to medicate your stressed nerves during your move.
Do count on fellow bloggers to post disturbing pictures of unnatural (?) acts that distract you from what you're supposed to be doing.
but most importantly....
Do count on fellow bloggers to help you keep your perspective, your religion, and your sense of humor, if not your sanity.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
It has been long nigh, at least 14 years since I nursed my precious babies. These days though I feel like I have to run for cover or find me a thick scratchy turtle neck........You wanna know WHY? That dang Romy has me cornered everytime I sit at the computer. She jumps on the desk and crawls on my chest to suck my neck........my skin is raw. Now you all know the real reason for my lack of posts....I am a wet nurse to an attack sucking cat, who uses my neck as her teat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get me outta here....I can't take it anymore. It is like chinese torture....I sit and laugh while she nuzzles or at least I used too. Not no more. I wanna take the next exit outta town.