 | Current mood: not-so-peachy This is the last day of my twenties and I don't think it could have gone much worse. I thought I'd have more to say about it. Here's to tomorrow. |
| Current mood:  content Category: Blogging I am a chicken person. Yes, there is a select group of people who own and love their chickens. and I don't mean with a side of fries... I mean we love our chickens! They are our pets. They have names, personalities, likes/dislikes and favorite foods. Our chickens follow us around our backyards/farms/stables like little dogs, they come when called, they talk to us. After losing all my "Ladies" so horribly in July last year, I grieved, yes, grieved people......for my loss. I was the last person who should have found them the way I did, I knew as I walked towards the coop in the pitch black that they were lost to me and I have refused to walk back to the coop ever since. Yet I still start toward my backdoor, crumbs in hand to throw, before remembering they aren't there. I even ask my husband, albeit infrequently, if he heard Booster the Rooster crowing....so call me haunted. Even at the Fair last week, I bit back tears as I walked through the chicken pens with Macady. (I'd luckily avoided these every other day I was there.) So when my friend called me the other day to ask if I could re-home some hens, what else could I say? Scott cleaned out the coop, I filled the old watering unit, thinking of feed, water heaters, the scraps that will not go to waste again... My little coop is in full swing and soon I'll have fresh, brown, speckly, warm, beautiful eggs to gather, a crowing rooster and little ladies who cluck and talk in their own little way. I am a chicken lady, and a happy one at that. |
| Monday, August 11, 2008 10:28 p.m. Current mood:  froggyI am an awesome mom. I may be a meanie-bo-beanie sometimes. I may yell, ground, take away, or time out. I may not be perfect, but today, I am an awesome mom. I rock enough to search all over just to spend $7 on some sort of gelled larvae to feed the six wild frogs I let my daughter bring home this weekend. I rock inasmuch as I actually squeezed out the gel/larvae into the fish tank and managed not to be sick. Today is a good day. |
| Current mood: content Category: Blogging We got up early this morning, when it was still, and cool, and quiet, to ride in the dunes at Sandy Downs. It is an incredible feeling to ride a good broke, quiet, finished, nice nice nice horse, after riding young ones. The sun was high and hot by the time we got done, but I felt so complete, so safe, right down to my soul. If I had money, I'd buy that finished horse, and feel more comfortable going places and doing things on him. What was more awesome was seeing my little red-head who seemed so lost for so long, and watching her take the lead on her big red horse, and know, and feel the trust that runs in and between them both. After the last few months, I needed this. Someone once said that the outside of a horse is good for the inside of a man. Someone was right. |
| 3:10 a.m. Current mood:  contemplative Category: Blogging So I was cleaning the kitchen tonight, as usual, and my wandering mind was once again diverting from the beaten path. Whilst in thought, I realised that I don't know what the acutal definition of "blog" was, although I did know that my MySpace page had availability. It was about time I Googled the definintion. Web-log. This got me to thinking about obituaries. (Really sad that my thoughts wander into such territory). Anyway, I am not that hip to reading other peoples random thoughts, online anyway, (haha) I decided that since I have my own little spot in cyberspace, I might as well add my own, in case I should die, or not, and someone wastes, or spends (depending) the time reading it. As I was cleaning, I also got to thinking that I don't know a lot of my friends quirks. This is probably one of my own quirks, ahhhh the irony of it all. I just love to know weird facts about people, mainly my friends. Maybe its because I waste/spend time wondering about these things that people find me so odd. eccentric. whatever. Maybe, for the sake of reverse psychology, (says Freud), I have an innate need to know that I am not the only one who isn't normal. (As far as the def. of normal goes anyway.....) I also cannot stand starting words with "But" (see above) and I don't like the awful old wailin' (not Waylon, 'cause he's cool) country music RFDtv is playing as I type this right now. However, I don't want this blog (if you have bored yourself silly reading this far...) to be about what I don't like, but rather about what I do like. And also other idiosyncrasies that might strike my fancy at any given time. I think it's about time I put all my rambling ideas on cyber-paper as they come. Just in case anyone ever wanted to know. Or maybe so that I may not forget. Here goes: 1. Google 2.Wikipedia 3.Funky-flavored (as if we taste it) Palmolive soap, and the tiny bubbles the bottles can make on the odd occasion. 4.Absolutely love the summer smell of fresh-cut alfalfa. 5.Love when I rub my horses, how my hands smell just like them. I used to be able to tell, with my eyes closed, which horse was near me in the pen, just by the smell of their coats. 5 1/2 .Loved my chickens, still grieve for them and wonder if maybe I might get some more. 6.I love my dog Pard who is 12 now. I loved him when he was 1 day old and I picked him from a big litter. Love him and puppy-breath. 7.I love the fact my daughter told me one day when sitting in the back of the car, that Heavenly Father told her that she had to take care of a rescued kitten which had been sent our way. Stripes is 2 now and we have rescued another since then. That is an amazing feeling. So awesome to watch how responsible little kids can be when prompted by a Source much higher than ourselves, and how easily they can be moved themselves. 8. Love the fact that I can wake up with one dog on each side of me, Gordy fast asleep and still purring on my chest and Stripes under Scott's pillow. 9. Freedom, albeit the sacrifice it has cost us all. 10. My family, Scott's family, inlaws, cousins, friends, in no particular order. I am so lucky that this list is constantly growing and that its late and I am forgetting so many names. 11. I like big words. A shame Big is only three letters though. |
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