This week has been "something else" for the lack of a better phrase. Most of it I can't remember right now because I choose not to.
It will give me a headache.
And the majority of it happened in about 2 days.
But I will give you this weeks highlights in a top ten form:
10. Sheep Sitting - Yes, at our farm. Our son was supposed to fix fence for a guy that is using the state land next door. Well, the poor guy came to drop off his sheep on the pasture ground and Cody didn't do a good enough job (our bad, we should've checked it out. After all, the kid is only 14, and has never fixed fence by himself before). So while the guy was ranting to me about how mad he was (he had every right to be) I opened my big mouth and told him to unload them here and I would take care of them until the fence got fixed.
SO...here I sit with sheep. That aren't my own. That I'm feeding. My hay. But I won't complain, they are actually kinda growing on me. I like them and the funniest thing came out of Grace's mouth. She ran up the driveway from school, ran in the house and screamed "Thank you mom for getting us llamas! I love you!" I'm like, llamas, what the heck? "Mom, you know those llamas in the hog pen! They're beautiful!"
Sorry honey, they're huge sheep!
9. Spring cleaning...everywhere! - What is that grossness under the dish washer? "Kids, go check it out." You just wait, they'll be CSI investigators yet!
8. Hatching chicks, ducks and one seriously homely looking goose - I have to say first of all, most of these 200+ chicks came from our Runnings store. But this gathering eggs, washing them (only once in Dawn dish soap - oops, sorry 25 ducks that went bad!) and watching them hatch, well its' just good for a person ya know!?!
7. Watching an idiot get stuck - Then tearing up the bottom of our lawn. This actually looks a bit better, it was kinda smoothed out with the bobcat to get rid of the deep ruts. When Ron was gone (that's of course when all the magic happens) a truck loaded with gluten came to the yard to drop off. I could tell he hadn't been here before, so I thought I'd flag him down and tell him where to go since I didn't want him getting stuck and going int the wrong place. He drove darn near up the whole driveway and started to back down.
With me trying to flag him down the whole way. Which he did see me because I was about 5 feet in front of his cab like a crazy lady.
We.made.eye.contact. After the stupid move he made next, I wanted to have my fist make contact with face, but oh well, I'll hatch out more chicks, do origami and take an anger management class.
He backed in the wrong way and got so stuck trying to get out of it. What was stupid is he kept givin' her heck when he knew he couldn't get out. Hence the almost 12" digs he made in my yard.
So then...he gets out of the truck comes up to me all mad and says, "I've never been here before how does everyone else do it?" Then, not sorry, just "what do ya got to get me out?"
No kidding moron?
The first thing out of my mouth was "what the hell was that?" and "not anything that isn't hooked up to something, I suppose I'll have to drum somebody up" and I took off in a huff, Jessica in tow. Now I know some guys don't want to listen to a woman...
But I think he should next time, don't you?
6. Washing Wool - I've done a lot of this in the last few days! I sent some off to the mill to get done, now this is the next that will be going there. I also have a beautiful deep brown that will go there too.
5. Nursing this goofball back to health - Beginning of the week was bad. Then I went out to the barn and there she was, eyes sunken in, breathing hard and looking like crap in general. I would've sworn she was fine the day before. I laid on her and bawled my eyes out.
The vet came out and fixed her up. She didn't do too bad with all the shots, but the funny thing was he gave her this high energy thing through a tube in her throat. I had to laugh when Ron, who was holding her with all his might said, we should've just put this in a calf bottle."
Anyway, I gave her a massage the other day and slowly did a rectal temp on her (she didnt' even know) and she's fit as a fiddle once again.
4. Paying for this thing to be fixed - All of the sudden, clunk, chug, puff...DIE. We had to pull it on the trailer with the bobcat. A fuel pump, cam shaft (cam something), oil change and something else later...oops that would be our $800+ check to fix it we got it back. Now, I don't know about you all, but we need this thing. When you are fixing fence a mile down the road and you forgot a tool, it takes a heck of a long time to walk back, hence the "ride" is a great thing.
I missed you Ranger Crew. Glad you're back...this fat girl doesn't want to run back a mile to get a pliers.
3. Thinking up constant egg recipes - Power down hens!
2. Working in the orchard & vineyard - It sure is funny how romanced your place gets over the winter. I mean how great it is going to be to get outside and work in the fruit.
ERRRRRR....will I ever learn? This has taken a lot of time friends...
and it ain't over yet! =)
That brings us to number one.
Two nights ago, Big D and I were completely shot. We had just washed and incubated a ton of eggs and spiffed up the kitchen and it was 11:30 PM. As we were crawling into bed, D says," Do you hear that?"
"No!" I groaned, I didn't want to hear anything anymore.
"It's something in the toy box chattering. Damn those toys that make sounds!" The toy box is directly on the other side of the wall from his head.
At that point I didn't care and told Big D to go out and find it if it was going to drive him nuts, which he did. Suddenly, I hear toys being thrown, words I can't put into this family friendly blog, and toys sounding off.
"Do you need some help?" I ask as I walked out there.
"It's coming from here," he said pointing to a spot in the toy corner that was about a foot deep with assorted small toys. "Watch out," he said, "it can throw its voice!"
Okay buddy I think you need more sleep than me.
Every time you would move something it sounded like there was a high pitched squirrel chattering. You would stop and so would it.
This went on for a few minutes and we got to the point where we were so tired and on a mission to find it, a chuckle turned into hard laughing and soon we were both crying with laughter. So when we finally found the little thing and D had threatened to shoot it in the morning with his rifle as it sat on a post, we pick it up only to hear another one chatter;
Hee, hee, hee, hee!
So 1. is finding your kids noisy Zhu-zhu pet at midnight in your underwear (not a pretty sight) and hoping you don't wake your kids while you throw the toys in disgust across the room.
Your crazy Fairchild Farmgirl