The kids spent Christmas with their dad and stepmom this year. Fun times for me...not so much...I'm STILL trying to get them back to normal. While they were gone one of the pygmy goats blessed us with a little baby girl on Christmas Day. Our little Chrismat Angel was smaller than the cats. LOL She still is...but SOOOO stinkin CUTE!!
January 3 the other pygmy blessed us with a baby boy, Snowball. Sadly Snowball was born in the late afternoon on the coldest, windiest day of the year. Sadly Grandpa did not move momma and baby to a snug corner or tell me that he was weak and not doing so good and he got too cold and died. It was a very sad day. In retrospect I should have gone and checked on them. I could have brought them to the house and put them in my giant dog crate...or something. Had she had him a day earlier or a day later the little guy would have been born on a day that was 50 - 60 degrees. I do feel guilty...it is hard not to when my baby girl is crying her eyes out over the loss of the little guy.
We had a funeral...compete with prayers.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Way too much excitement in my night last night...
When the kids and I moved back we moved into the house I grew up in on the farm. When my parents moved to town they took what they wanted and left everything else. My garage is still 1/2 filled with their stuff and don't even get me started on the barns. Three weeks ago Mom and I cleared out the back porch and yesterday we started on the garage. Once again my burn barrel (12' in diameter and 6' tall) was over 1/2 full when I lit the match.
All day Dad and the kids worked on cleaning out the East barn and getting things put away for the winter. Since I was burning (IN THE BURN BARREL) he started a fire in the West burn pit and in a moment of brilliance he decided to get rid of an old, old round hay bale by burning it. Well, the burn pit is about 15' deep and he didn't put the bale in before he lit the fire. The bale started on fire quickly and he had to drop it so it ended up towards the top edge of the pit. It was breezy yesterday and the wind picked up and blew a chunk of burning hay into the grove and it lodged about 20' up in a tree. Well the poor tree was about 39 years old and mostly hollow and that's all it took to set it on fire.
I had been inside fixing supper and when I went to call the troops in to eat I was greated by the glow. I went back to the house for more garden hose and threw the food in the oven to keep it warm. Apparently Mom & Dad thought they could handle it themselves without telling me. I'm not sure why they thought I wouldn't notice...a flaming tree is pretty hard to miss.
Mom was the lights, moving the truck as we needed it, my 12-yr old son was the line runner keeping the kinks out of the hose, I was the sprayer and Dad was running the backhoe. The backhoe doesn't have lights so he was holding a flashlight in his mouth. The end of the hose had been run over so I had to use my thumb as a sprayer...talk about cold. It was leaking at the connection too so I was soaked.
After soaking the ground around the tree Dad decides it needs to come down. He uses the backhoe to push it into the ditch...well it snaps off about 4' off the ground and falls backwards bouncing off the cab of the backhoe. I don't know about Dad, but it scared the crap out of me. So...now the tree is half in the ditch and there are sparks everywhere. I'm on it with the hose putting out the sparks - one good thing about the dark, it made them easy to spot.
It is clear that the tree can't be left to burn out in the grove. I have visions of the grove burning all the way to the house and all the old "stuff" going up in flames. For a nanosecond I thought this would be a good thing except that also means that I lose MY stuff. Dad decides that the tree needs to be in the pit and left to burn out. One completely destroyed fence later the tree was pretty much in the pit.
The wind was really picking up and sparks were flying everywhere. I slid backwards down a pile of dirt - actually by this point it was more mud than dirt. Finally got the hose that had been run over undone and added a sprayer. It took a while but we got the hay put out and it was just the tree smoldering. About this time it started to rain. I'm telling you I was already wet, muddy and cold but I have never been so happy to feel the rain!
By the time we got to the house I was surprised to find that the food was still warm. Pork chops and cheesy potatoes never tasted so good.
All day Dad and the kids worked on cleaning out the East barn and getting things put away for the winter. Since I was burning (IN THE BURN BARREL) he started a fire in the West burn pit and in a moment of brilliance he decided to get rid of an old, old round hay bale by burning it. Well, the burn pit is about 15' deep and he didn't put the bale in before he lit the fire. The bale started on fire quickly and he had to drop it so it ended up towards the top edge of the pit. It was breezy yesterday and the wind picked up and blew a chunk of burning hay into the grove and it lodged about 20' up in a tree. Well the poor tree was about 39 years old and mostly hollow and that's all it took to set it on fire.
I had been inside fixing supper and when I went to call the troops in to eat I was greated by the glow. I went back to the house for more garden hose and threw the food in the oven to keep it warm. Apparently Mom & Dad thought they could handle it themselves without telling me. I'm not sure why they thought I wouldn't notice...a flaming tree is pretty hard to miss.
Mom was the lights, moving the truck as we needed it, my 12-yr old son was the line runner keeping the kinks out of the hose, I was the sprayer and Dad was running the backhoe. The backhoe doesn't have lights so he was holding a flashlight in his mouth. The end of the hose had been run over so I had to use my thumb as a sprayer...talk about cold. It was leaking at the connection too so I was soaked.
After soaking the ground around the tree Dad decides it needs to come down. He uses the backhoe to push it into the ditch...well it snaps off about 4' off the ground and falls backwards bouncing off the cab of the backhoe. I don't know about Dad, but it scared the crap out of me. So...now the tree is half in the ditch and there are sparks everywhere. I'm on it with the hose putting out the sparks - one good thing about the dark, it made them easy to spot.
It is clear that the tree can't be left to burn out in the grove. I have visions of the grove burning all the way to the house and all the old "stuff" going up in flames. For a nanosecond I thought this would be a good thing except that also means that I lose MY stuff. Dad decides that the tree needs to be in the pit and left to burn out. One completely destroyed fence later the tree was pretty much in the pit.
The wind was really picking up and sparks were flying everywhere. I slid backwards down a pile of dirt - actually by this point it was more mud than dirt. Finally got the hose that had been run over undone and added a sprayer. It took a while but we got the hay put out and it was just the tree smoldering. About this time it started to rain. I'm telling you I was already wet, muddy and cold but I have never been so happy to feel the rain!
By the time we got to the house I was surprised to find that the food was still warm. Pork chops and cheesy potatoes never tasted so good.
Friday, November 25, 2011
goats, goats and more goats...holy goats batman!!
How did it all start...well...after seeing pygmy goats at the fair my 10-yr old batted her eyelashes at her grandfather and the next thing you know she had talked Grandpa into buying her a pygmy goat (big brother got one too).
Well, 1 little guy died and Lil' Dude was lonely so...Grandpa bought 2 more goats, Chocolate & Chewy. They are boer goats and didn't treat Lil' Dude very nice so Grandpa got the Dudette's, pygmys, Daisy & Zindaya. Then, for who knows what reason, he bought Shaggy & Velma, boers. These 2 girls game to us preggo and before you knew it Shaggy blessed us with Ty & Butterfly and Velma blessed us with Kimmy & Smores.
2-1+2+2+2+2+2=11
So we have 9 girls and 2 boys...and it appears that Chocolate, Chewy and the Dudettes may be blessing us with more kids. YIKES!!!
Oh the calls I've made to Grandpa: "Your goats are out." Your goats are eating my tomato plants." "Your goats are out." "Your goat just tried to follow me into the house and put a dent in the door." "Your goats are on the road."
I think the funniest was "Your goats are in the tree!"
I can't wait to see how creative they are at getting out this winter...watching them play just cracks me up.
Well, 1 little guy died and Lil' Dude was lonely so...Grandpa bought 2 more goats, Chocolate & Chewy. They are boer goats and didn't treat Lil' Dude very nice so Grandpa got the Dudette's, pygmys, Daisy & Zindaya. Then, for who knows what reason, he bought Shaggy & Velma, boers. These 2 girls game to us preggo and before you knew it Shaggy blessed us with Ty & Butterfly and Velma blessed us with Kimmy & Smores.
2-1+2+2+2+2+2=11
So we have 9 girls and 2 boys...and it appears that Chocolate, Chewy and the Dudettes may be blessing us with more kids. YIKES!!!
Oh the calls I've made to Grandpa: "Your goats are out." Your goats are eating my tomato plants." "Your goats are out." "Your goat just tried to follow me into the house and put a dent in the door." "Your goats are on the road."
I think the funniest was "Your goats are in the tree!"
I can't wait to see how creative they are at getting out this winter...watching them play just cracks me up.
Wow...I've been MIA for a year...how did that happen?!?!
I shall not lie...the past year has been full of ups and downs but we have come to a better place.
The kids:
I survived the horrible November 2010 and made it through Christmas and New Year's with the realization that the kids are going to take their anger and frustrations with their father and step-mom out on me. Because I, the rock star mom, can handle it...now don't get me wrong, I don't WANT to handle it, but I do.
DS struggles in school...the lack of help from the educators is frustrating. DD pushes herself hard, so much so that I worry about her.
The nephew now lives with his dad...having a 15-year old in the mix took some getting used to. I love him to pieces and am glad that he is here.
We've made it through football and are waiting for volleyball, spring soccer, track and baseball seasons.
My job:
The job I started was not the job I ended up with...and I was miserable so...I got a new one. I now work 15 minutes from home and I love what I do. I've been there not quite 6 months and it feels like forever...which is a GOOD thing! =)
The kids:
I survived the horrible November 2010 and made it through Christmas and New Year's with the realization that the kids are going to take their anger and frustrations with their father and step-mom out on me. Because I, the rock star mom, can handle it...now don't get me wrong, I don't WANT to handle it, but I do.
DS struggles in school...the lack of help from the educators is frustrating. DD pushes herself hard, so much so that I worry about her.
The nephew now lives with his dad...having a 15-year old in the mix took some getting used to. I love him to pieces and am glad that he is here.
We've made it through football and are waiting for volleyball, spring soccer, track and baseball seasons.
My job:
The job I started was not the job I ended up with...and I was miserable so...I got a new one. I now work 15 minutes from home and I love what I do. I've been there not quite 6 months and it feels like forever...which is a GOOD thing! =)
Saturday, November 6, 2010
mom gone mia
It has been a bad week all the way around the wonderful world of mom. It started with me asking the kids to do something and them saying "no" which went over like a lead balloon. A massive blow up later I was officially the meanest most hated mom in the world.
I am considering sending them to live with their father...a fate worse than death I'm sure. But while fighting the urge to kill them myscelf I fear he would not have the same restraint so I did the next best thing, I asked my parents to take them for awhile.
I wonder how lolng it will be before I miss them and am no longer considered the meanest mom ever.
I am considering sending them to live with their father...a fate worse than death I'm sure. But while fighting the urge to kill them myscelf I fear he would not have the same restraint so I did the next best thing, I asked my parents to take them for awhile.
I wonder how lolng it will be before I miss them and am no longer considered the meanest mom ever.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
the final good-bye
Dear Army Man,
The box arrived a week after you died and shook me to the core. I cried just looking at it, eager to open it yet afraid of what I would find inside. Your letter filled my heart with joy and then shattered it. Yes, I would have given us the second chance you asked for. The necklace, earrings and ring are beautiful, I wore them to your memorial service.
I received the last letter Thursday. Yes, I am angry, sad, and hurt...you were right about all those things. More than that I feel cheated - we had so much to look forward to. Your death hit me harder than I ever could have imagined and you have touched me in ways I can't put into words. Once the pain of losing you subsides I will try to do what you asked, you will be in my heart forever.
Love always,
Country Girl
The box arrived a week after you died and shook me to the core. I cried just looking at it, eager to open it yet afraid of what I would find inside. Your letter filled my heart with joy and then shattered it. Yes, I would have given us the second chance you asked for. The necklace, earrings and ring are beautiful, I wore them to your memorial service.
I received the last letter Thursday. Yes, I am angry, sad, and hurt...you were right about all those things. More than that I feel cheated - we had so much to look forward to. Your death hit me harder than I ever could have imagined and you have touched me in ways I can't put into words. Once the pain of losing you subsides I will try to do what you asked, you will be in my heart forever.
Love always,
Country Girl
Crapadoodle - I forgot how COLD it gets here!!!
It has been cold, frigid, freezing here this past week - seriously the temp Friday morning was 23F.
I have rediscovered that I do NOT like the cold. It hasn't even snowed yet and I'm dreading the day the white stuff arrives and people here are talking about feet of the stuff, not inches like I'm used to but feet in the double-digits.
I admit, I like having a white Christmas, I'm just not so crazy about the idea of solid white from mid-November to mid-March or later.
Now, my parents who wanted to be closer to the kids and have me move back to help out, etc...are now talking about going to Arizona for the next 4 months. Yup, con me into moving back to help out through harvest and stuff and now bailing on me during the coldest, crappiest months of the year. Not that I blame them cuz if I could I would in a nanosecond and their house in Arizona is really really nice.
It is 2.5 miles from the garage to the highway...I now have to learn how to scoop snow (with a tractor not a shovel) and/or beg my neighbors to take pity on me.
Aunt Crazy, I need to move SOUTH!!!
I have rediscovered that I do NOT like the cold. It hasn't even snowed yet and I'm dreading the day the white stuff arrives and people here are talking about feet of the stuff, not inches like I'm used to but feet in the double-digits.
I admit, I like having a white Christmas, I'm just not so crazy about the idea of solid white from mid-November to mid-March or later.
Now, my parents who wanted to be closer to the kids and have me move back to help out, etc...are now talking about going to Arizona for the next 4 months. Yup, con me into moving back to help out through harvest and stuff and now bailing on me during the coldest, crappiest months of the year. Not that I blame them cuz if I could I would in a nanosecond and their house in Arizona is really really nice.
It is 2.5 miles from the garage to the highway...I now have to learn how to scoop snow (with a tractor not a shovel) and/or beg my neighbors to take pity on me.
Aunt Crazy, I need to move SOUTH!!!
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