Tuesday, November 5, 2013

I'm supposed to be doing homework

My book is open, my workbook is open.  Pencil and calculator are at hand.  I even have a deadline and MUST have the homework done and the test taken by next week Monday.


However, I am completely lost and frustrated with this chapter and that is the downside of online learning and having a vehicle in the shop - no effective way to communicate with the professor about the ups, downs, ins, and outs of Bond Accounting.  Yep, even the phrase sounds like Greek to me.

So not what I want to be doing with my Accounting classes.  I am looking forward to the last three that I have to take.  The last five chapters in this class, not so much.

Sigh, the only thing to do is do it. Oh, wait, I could go do dishes, or laundry, or clean the living room.

Yeah, Yeah, back to the chapter from hell.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Once Upon a Time...

Such was the subject of an email I received from my older, much older (!) sister this weekend.  It was such a cute email, that I'm going to put it out here as one of those memories that I don't want to forget.

There was born a second daughter.  The eldest being jealous of the new baby attempted to bake her in a cardboard oven.  She was thwarted by the king and queen. 

Through the years the first and second born daughters of this family would make attempts on each others' lives.  They were not very good at this for they have both survived into adulthood.  Not sure how adult they act, but they lived and the eldest is very happy about that.

Happy Birthday, Traci.

Love you.


Mom didn't remember it being an oven, just thought it was a hideout and this made Mom very glad that they had good gates on the stairs when I, the hapless younger child, was pushed around in a clothes basket car!

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Fix-it's Birthday

In two weeks, my little girl will be 5!

When asked what she wants for a birthday present, I was told, "You know, that thing you've been hiding in the back of the truck!"

Little bugger!  Guess she knows that she is getting a remote control 4-wheeler for her birthday.  Unless, I play the mean Mom and give it to her for Christmas.  But what fun are RC toys in December?  Nah, guess I have to give it to her while she can still play with it outside on the driveway.

I also asked her what cake she wants for her birthday.  We still don't have an answer on that one.  I'm going to have to keep asking about that.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013


As I was checking email this morning, this is the conversation that I heard coming from behind the couch where Fix-it and Bug were playing with the pirates and pirate ship:

Bug: "Aye, matey!  I'm Captain Swashbuckle, the meanest and best pirate, ever!"

Fixit: "Hi, Captain Swashbuckle.  I'm Captain Barnacle.  Wanna do mean pirate stuff together?"

Bug: "Why sure, Captain Barnacle.  What do mean pirates do?"

Fixit: "Well, we steal people's gold and it turns into pirate treasure.  We make treasure maps to find our treasure.  And the best thing we do...we make people WALK THE PLANK."  (followed by a giggle fit.)

Bug: (still cracking up about walking the plank): "Do you get people with your swords, too?"

Fixit: "Yep!  We chop their heads off if they don't walk the plank."

I'm glad they use their imaginations, but not so sure about the blood-thirstiness of it all! :)

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Well, That is Just Spectacular!

It is 1:47 a.m.

Yep!  You read that right - 1:47 a.m.

"Why," you might ask, am I awake at such an early hour?


That would begin the story of the spectacularness that has been my early morning.

It began by being scared awake by my youngest, Fix-it, standing by me with the ever-popular middle-of-the-night proclamation, "I barfed."

It is quite spectacular how much mess can be made by throwing up next to the bed, when you occupy the top bunk and the floor is messy.

It was so spectacular that I woke up my husband to help clean that bit of loveliness up.  He was recruited to take Bug's blanket, that was hanging off her bed, downstairs while I kept cleaning up the floor and everything else.  Bug woke up long enough as I was uncovering her to tell me that she better not barf on the blanket she was using now.

Told Fix-it to go get a bowl from downstairs.  That is bowl number 1.

She came back upstairs to report that K was already downstairs on the couch with a bowl.  That is bowl number 2.  She had come downstairs about midnight after throwing up in the bathroom upstairs and cleaning up her own mess.

I come downstairs with Fix-it's blanket to add to the laundry (remember, the reason I was awake), to find my husband worshipping the porcelain goddess.

Spotting the trend, yet?

That, dear folks, is bowl number 3.

I told him to take one upstairs to put by Bug, in case, she too had reason to use it.  That is bowl number 4.

Now that I am sure I gave my family food poisoning from the really good turkey curry salad I made for supper, I am sitting in my chair trying to decide if my stomach doesn't feel good, or if it is the power of suggestion.

To be on the safe side, I think it will be bowl number 5 when I head back upstairs.

So, final score for the night:

Food Poisoning: 1      The Family:  0

Final tally, so far at 2:02 a.m.:

1 bad batch of turkey curry salad - which I will never be able to make again, even though it tasted really good
2 blankets hit by one kid
3 people sick, so far
4 things to throw away: the rest of the curry, the fresh lettuce from Mom's garden, the pine nuts that we've never had before, and the stock I have going in the slow cooker from the turkey carcass
5 bowls deployed

Yep, this is just spectacular!  (They really need to invent a sarcasm font!)

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Goats - Grrrrr

This week, we DO NOT have funny goats. We have super naughty, going to ship or butcher goats.

We've been setting up an electric net fence around the yard and moving them to it every day and back to their permanent fence at night.  It's amazing what a shake of corn can lead those guys to.  Until this week, when they decided that "heck with that awesome patch of brush and bushes and tall grass that she weed-whacked around for us - let's go for her burning bush, and her lily trees, and the asparagus patch"

Why did I let them go to all these places?

I didn't, they have now learned to resist the siren's call of the corn shaking in the feed bucket and madness and mayhem have resulted in goats all over the blasted yard - 7 of them in 7 different directions.

They are on house arrest and can longingly look at the grass and brush and have to be happy with their crappy hay and the tall weeds I whacked down for them.

I can no longer lead the beasts to the fencing and put them out by myself.  In fact, this weekend, all five of use couldn't get them in the correct spot.

Last night, I weed-whacked a path across the creek and then back again.  There is a huge patch of grass and brush to be eaten in this path.  I'm not going to be able to set up the fence by myself and definitely not be able to get them over there by myself.

The cattle did appreciate getting all the weeds I whacked, though.  Might have to keep doing that to clear out the creek and feeding them.  I am still messed up in the head, though.  (Wow, that came out wrong!)  Even after taking allergy medicine, I am still stuffed up from that, though.

I love having animals.  The goats are getting reconsidered, however.  They might end up on Craigslist.  The human kids don't like the goats' milk and they are drying off.  Which is my fault, but I had to worm them all and the withdrawl on the wormer was 2-3 weeks.  I wasn't going to milk them to just throw the milk away.  Therefore, I left the babies with them.

I think Craigslist is the answer for at least 5 of the 7.  Two of them might get a reprieve because they are cute.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

First Day of Summer Vacation!

Hard to believe that it is already June 6th!

Yesterday, my Bug graduated from Kindergarten.  I'll admit it, this Mom had some tears in her eyes, but they didn't last long.  My child is such a goofball, that she kept ducking behind another student to hide from the camera (grr) and then wouldn't even sit with us after they were done and we were watching the rest of the school awards. (double grr).

Another way that I know it is summer vacation:  It's 5:20 a.m. and all 3 of my children are up and moving.  I wanted to sleep in this morning but have to do data entry for appointments.  No dragging them out of bed, no snuggling while they woke up, just up and playing already.

Weather is not summer-like.  It's only 49 F outside and it's only supposed to get up to 57 F.  And it's raining again.

The garden still isn't in.  The grass needs to be cut - again. The poor goats think that I'm neglecting them, since it's been too wet to move their temporary fence, and they've been stuck eating dry hay (boo hoo!) The house is getting appraised for a re-fiance on Monday and it's not clean.  The cattle are starting to petition for an ark.

What a difference a year makes!