Like normal, things are busy and chaotic at my house. Exactly the opposite of how I like things to be. Between the end of the school year goings on and the weather knocking out our electric for hours at a time, I cannot seem to get caught up on anything. Did I mention I am reading a really, really good book?
I have not had much computer time, which makes me cranky. What little spare time I have had, Ive been reading like the addict I am. Ive written very little here.
I read all of your comments and think witty replies in my mind but do not have the time to peck it out on the keyboard.
However, I am not ready to give up my blog just yet……..
waaaaaaaaaa waaaaaaaaaa waaaaaaaa I sound like a big whiner.
Hubs, Wee One, and Bubba like to watch Deadliest Catch on the Discovery Channel. Sometimes I catch bits and pieces when I can. I think Sig, Caption of the Northwestern is hot. He is not drop-dead gorgeous but something about him is smokin’ sexy.
Hubs got out the hair clippers Tuesday evening.
Wee One and his curls ran for cover. He hid out in Bubba’s room with the door locked being silent as a mouse.
Hubs buzzed off all his(hubs) hair, then shaved his head smooth. His curls are gone and his face is shaved clean too. Hubs looks like a stranger! He says he is much cooler with the warm weather with his new look.
For now, Wee One’s curls are safe.
Wee One and I made a drive out to ET’s parents house after school one day this week. On our way, we drove into a huge herd of steers. Apparently, someone left a gate open and the cattleguard was filled in with sand. So, like normal, the dumb cattle had to race out the open gate and were standing all around blocking the road.
I slammed on my brakes and waited for the herd to disperse, parting the pavement like it was the Red Sea for Moses.
Wee One was reading his insect book from the library when he looked up to see why we’d stopped.
I hear, “shit fire and save the matches. stupid cows.” from the back seat of my car.
I look in my rearview mirror and say, “what did you just say?!?!”
Wee One says, ” I said shhhhhhhi.”
I interrupt him, “nevermind. I heard what you said. Who says that? that is a cuss word”
Wee One, “Daddy.”
Me, “no more cuss words.”
Wee One thinks for a minute then he asks, “do I get the soap when we go home?”
Me, “no, do not say anymore bad words or you will.”
Then Wee One goes into all the words he can say that are not bad words but close enough. I hear him saying to himself, ” I can say dang, darn, shoot, freakin’, frackin’, jerk, butt, jackass…..”
I cannot get the voice to activate on my webcam-grrrrrrrr.
In this photo I need a trip to the liqour store or a sledge hammer to beat my POS computer to smithereens with.
The laptops screen is fading out and acting weird so I am depending on my desktop for everything these days. It sucks.
Scooter needs a shave!
Both were wormed this week and not very happy about it either. Freddie has only been here since last October, I suspect his last owner didnt care a whole lot about his health.
I worm Scooter on a strict schedule mainly because of his age.
Older horses can easily be brought down by parasites. I use both ivermectin and praziquantel in a paste from the horse vet. She has a one dose that is higher than is available in Zimectrin Gold, another paste wormer I have found that works great for the Old Guy.
Despite the stormy weather, Scooter and I have been out on the trails. His arthritis is doing excellent and he has not been sore or lame. The snakes are out so I have been keeping my eyes open. I put out some Snake-Away around the barn, I found a gigantic snakeskin when I was switching about some hay bales. I do not keep any feed in this barn so I should not have any rodents. Getting suprised by a nasty tempered snake isnt my idea of a good time.
Ever faithful Marvin. He is always waiting for me by the door when I come inside. While I am outside, he perches on the chair and watches me thru the parted curtains.
He loves me~!