This month, I've been busy.
Busy with football stuff because Football Monkey is just that busy with football.
Busy with volunteering at both the school and at a nearby horse farm cleaning stalls and tidying up in the barn.
Busy learning that it's evidently not too difficult to befriend a sheep and have her follow me around with her nose in my spine at the nearby horse farm when I'm there like she's my new instant BFF. (Sheep can recognize faces, or so I've read.) Sheep are really larger than I realized. Their backs come up almost to my waist. The one sheep loves it when I talk to her. The other one stares at me, and the goat just looks at me like I'm deranged when I talk to them.
Busy figuring out I'm afraid of the two chickens. They have claws. Chicken claws that want to rip and shred. Beaks that want to peck at me if I get in a six foot proximity of them. Put me in front of a 1,300 pound horse and tell me to move it and I'm good. The barn cat doesn't seem interested in me at all. (Seriously, about those two chickens, they don't seem rabid, but since my exposure to chickens has been very limited, I am afraid of them.)
Since I made mention of the horses, there's a radio at the barn. If the rest of the humans wander off, I sing to the horses. And I dance. They seemed interested because they watched me and their ears were perked up. I suppose you could say they were a captive audience since they were in their stalls.
Busy trying to get the house cleaned up for the holidays. We all know how well that's going. (Watching Good Eats just makes me want to go start cooking.)
Busy trying to convince The Fat One (Fuzzy Manatee Cat) that she cannot have a drop of milk because she is lactose intolerant and will barf if she ingests even the tiniest drop of said amazing beverage. She is pouting pitifully on top of her sun worshipping space.
Busy trying to convince The Smooky One (Little Black Cat That's Not So Little Now) that he doesn't need to climb on top of the kitchen cabinets since College Monkey decided to teach him that he could climb up there because he's a cat and cats like tall places. (Before Army Monkey went into the Army, he taught The Tigger Cat how to drink out of any glass or cup he could stick his face in.)
The awesome husband did the grocery shopping, so we have a smoked turkey breast and a ham. He also acquired more of the Foca laundry detergent. That is some good stuff to do laundry with, under ten dollars and I can get 120 loads out of the big bag. Woot.
Wearing my Solidea sleeves today since my arms were annoying me last night. Hello nerve damage, fuck you. (Because no blog post would be complete without me dropping the F bomb at least once. Because, you know, I'm just so fucking evil. Just saying.)
About to hit a milestone on Pinterest. Will announce that when it happens, if anyone is interested. Even if nobody is interested, I'll still announce it since this is my blog and it's all about me. (See what I did there? I'm clever like that.)
And I wrote a couple of new reviews on Urban Spoon and over here, I added a few new blog links to include Angrivated Mom and Laundry Fairy.
Busy with football stuff because Football Monkey is just that busy with football.
Busy with volunteering at both the school and at a nearby horse farm cleaning stalls and tidying up in the barn.
Busy learning that it's evidently not too difficult to befriend a sheep and have her follow me around with her nose in my spine at the nearby horse farm when I'm there like she's my new instant BFF. (Sheep can recognize faces, or so I've read.) Sheep are really larger than I realized. Their backs come up almost to my waist. The one sheep loves it when I talk to her. The other one stares at me, and the goat just looks at me like I'm deranged when I talk to them.
Busy figuring out I'm afraid of the two chickens. They have claws. Chicken claws that want to rip and shred. Beaks that want to peck at me if I get in a six foot proximity of them. Put me in front of a 1,300 pound horse and tell me to move it and I'm good. The barn cat doesn't seem interested in me at all. (Seriously, about those two chickens, they don't seem rabid, but since my exposure to chickens has been very limited, I am afraid of them.)
Since I made mention of the horses, there's a radio at the barn. If the rest of the humans wander off, I sing to the horses. And I dance. They seemed interested because they watched me and their ears were perked up. I suppose you could say they were a captive audience since they were in their stalls.
Busy trying to get the house cleaned up for the holidays. We all know how well that's going. (Watching Good Eats just makes me want to go start cooking.)
Busy trying to convince The Fat One (Fuzzy Manatee Cat) that she cannot have a drop of milk because she is lactose intolerant and will barf if she ingests even the tiniest drop of said amazing beverage. She is pouting pitifully on top of her sun worshipping space.
Busy trying to convince The Smooky One (Little Black Cat That's Not So Little Now) that he doesn't need to climb on top of the kitchen cabinets since College Monkey decided to teach him that he could climb up there because he's a cat and cats like tall places. (Before Army Monkey went into the Army, he taught The Tigger Cat how to drink out of any glass or cup he could stick his face in.)
The awesome husband did the grocery shopping, so we have a smoked turkey breast and a ham. He also acquired more of the Foca laundry detergent. That is some good stuff to do laundry with, under ten dollars and I can get 120 loads out of the big bag. Woot.
Wearing my Solidea sleeves today since my arms were annoying me last night. Hello nerve damage, fuck you. (Because no blog post would be complete without me dropping the F bomb at least once. Because, you know, I'm just so fucking evil. Just saying.)
About to hit a milestone on Pinterest. Will announce that when it happens, if anyone is interested. Even if nobody is interested, I'll still announce it since this is my blog and it's all about me. (See what I did there? I'm clever like that.)
And I wrote a couple of new reviews on Urban Spoon and over here, I added a few new blog links to include Angrivated Mom and Laundry Fairy.
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