Thursday, April 26, 2007

I feel like ass. Actually I feel like a little like Avi's ass. Pinched and restrained without all the hair.

Let's start this off with the track and field meet where they don't actually HAVE the events my son competes in.

FIRST we can't find the meet. We go to the school who is hosting the event, they don't HAVE a track. I quickly call our school (thank you speed dial) and they tell me the event is at the high school..... across town. SHIT!
NEXT we arrive at the stadium. It's at the bottom of a large steep hill. Have I mentioned before I don't breath very well. Hills and I, not such good friends. Getting to the meet will be no problem. I'm not so sure I can get back to my car, but more about that later.
SO we traverse the hill into the stadium to find, none of our team is there yet and we're late. Oh, not good. Finally we find our coach who materialized out of thin air. Luckily it's sunny but pretty windy.
THEN Gee goes up to, listen closely, SOFTBALL throw. This is the boy who is a discus and shot put thrower, six and eight pounds each. We're throwing a SOFTBALL? You have got to be shitting me. He threw 125 feet. That's home plate to center of center field.
NEXT is Long jump. Why long jump you ask? Some things white boys shouldn't do, play basketball and JUMP! (and in his case, sing or dance.) Why is because they don't HAVE discus, they don't have shot put for gods sake, no way they would have an event where it requires a cage. He's a thrower not a jumper but they must do two events.
Long jump. Oh what fun that was. First off my son looked like a giant in a sea of midgets. The kid in front of him in line went to sign in and says in that high pitch, squeaking because it's changing voice "I'm in 5th grade". Gee standing like a foot and a half taller behind him growls "I'm in 5th grade" and the dude running the event took a step back.
He jumped 9'10".
As we're leaving I was praising him on his great first attempt at jumping. I say "Hey the longest jump I saw was 10'." (right here is where I can't exactly remember word for word what he said) He said something along the line that that BOY (who jumped that) was his age or something... I said "Yeah SHE was in 5th grade."
To this he says "I got beat by a GIRL?!"
Ha. And then it shows he's 11.
So after all that. I now have a whopping cough. It's been creeping up for days now. It's the weather I'm sure. I'm tired and cranky and I HATE coughing like this. I don't actually mind coughing. I hate when they hurt. My sides and head aches. GRRR. I think my hair hurts.
My sick goat? Better. And then not so much.
I don't know what made her sick. She's the only one sick in the whole pen. I've been feeding her banana(on a spoon) and bread (she likes bread pudding too) along with her milk. After I started feeding her bits of bread she started eating hay again. Go figure. Either she hates the bread and figures Fine. Fuck. Okay. I'll eat the damn hay. Or the yeast in the bread jump started her rumen. My guess is either way she'll be stunted. Damn, she was a nice kid too.
Today she's walking on her own again. Yesterday she couldn't stand at all and I made her walk around supported by a towel under her belly. After she had a bath, in the bath tub.

So, now. What is a girl to do with a goat who eats off a spoon and is used to her baths warm and in the tub with bubbles? Life in the barn is going to be a harsh harsh reality for her.


A day everyday in the life:
6:00am alarm goes off
6:20 arrive at goats
6:23- 7:10 milking
7:35 arrive home
7:35- 8:05 feeding baby goats (which right now includes caring for the sick baby who can't stand on her own), change clothes for school, cram breakfast, clean baby bottles,
8:10 take Gee to school
8:20 home, read blogs
Now is where life might vary.
Plan A) includes downloading to laptop, loading up gear and, heading out to work. It also includes trying to find food because I have to eat before I work. Often I am not home until after the below schedule.
Plan B) includes heading out to the rest home to visit with the crankiest man on the planet. Not I said man, because WHOA baby there are a couple woman there who rival the wicked witch of the west.
IF Plan A is in effect this schedule happens after I'm done at work, which can be anywhere from 6 to 8 at night.
If Plan B is in effect I can usually pick Gee up myself and try to stick to a schedule.
Plan C (which is thankfully short lived) is much like my work schedule only it involves track and field events.
3:00 Gee out of school, which mean he'll actually have his as$ in the car at 3:15
3:30 make sure Bill gets out of the house for work. I multi-task this time with Blog reading again because HELLO you people post a lot and you can't get behind.
4:00 we either go back to the rest home or head to the goats to get chores done. Those chores which we try to avoid. The ones that involve a pitch fork and wheelbarrow.
5:00 milk the goats and do feeding chores.
6:20 home to feed babies here. Gee trys to feed the rabbits at the same time.
7:00 clean bottles
7:00 Gee feeds the dogs and lets them out in rounds.
Somewhere in here we try to get dinner, either out or at home if we aren't cruising through the door at 8:30 to feed rather than a nice neat 6:30
At about 8 we try to fall on the couch to catch some down time. It's bedtime for all of us at 9.
Did you notice the time for cleaning in there? Laundry? Mopping?
Sure I could cut down my blogging time. But did you see much of a LIFE up there either?

What made me think of this? My husbands comment.
"Do you know how hard it is for me to do all the chores and WORK TOO?"

Um, no. I wouldn't have any clue. I did mention "Isn't is nice that when I'm gone I don't ask you to vacuum or mop or do dishes or laundry or clean the bathroom or even PICK UP YOUR OWN SHIT!"

That is all whiner, carry on.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Oh bad bad bad bad bad bad dogs. BAD DOGS live here.

It seems raiding the cupboard is a sport around here. They might try to raid the fridge like Gus except I have a freezer on the bottom. I guess frozen things are too hard to chew up quietly.

I just went and found Flower in Gee's room chewing on something again. She likes cardboard. She really likes his Pokemon and Yu-gi-oh cards. No.No. This time she had a stick of paraffin wax and a half eaten box of muffin mix. As I'm returning the wax to the cupboard and the muffin mix (she ate the box and left the mix?) to the trash I realize there are 4 boxes of muffin mix missing and a box of pancake mix. They ate every single box of corn muffin mix I had. I am saying they, because I can garendamntee Buddy was in on this too.


I have a post about redneck band aids I'll post later. I have to upload the picture but the dogs managed to piss me off first. Gah. Don't they realize I'm reading blogs? Routine people. ROUTINE!

Monday, April 23, 2007

Gone Geek

I fully blame Joe. It's all his fault.
Since I can't have a big girl blog because, well, I'm a cheap bitch. I'm adding all sort of shit to this one. Oh and my home website too, where I market my goats. So I have two, count them TWO stat counters. That's so I can keep an eye on the three people who come here. I could drive to their houses, get a cup of coffee or maybe have some ice cream faster, but that's NOT the point.

The point is, I've gone geek. Shut. Up.

I really do need to market the goats harder, so I think this might help. If I can figure out how to work the damn things. I couldn't go and pick easy ones. I wanted something to tell me what people search for to get here or there. There mostly. I'm not sure anyone is going to stumble on this little gem of writing and say WOW, donkey porn! (Psstt, you'd more likely find that at Avi's, and it's mostly monkey porn.)

Over there (aren't I just the little link queen today?) is where I want to get some more traffic. And since Joe says I can't have my blog over there to drag in those three extra people, I need to wrangle up some hits. Watch out google here I come.
Ahhh, I managed to ruin my whole blog reading pattern.
I have this pattern man, I read bloglines, then I read those who don't have feeders, then I go to DIST, then I go to AOL blogs. Well, ok, people who I thought didn't have feeders. You see I realized yesterday that I'm an idiot. I really already had an idea about my idiocy, but this time it was just thrown RIGHT in my face. Those people who I've been haunting daily? Had feeders. On the sidebar. Where I never look.
So I added them to my bloglines. But, I have this pattern. And now it's all thrown off.
Of course, Avi, Amy, and Miss Britt had to go and throw me a curve ball too. That's just further set my pattern off. Threw it off, but was well worth it. Funny funny shit man.

So now what is a girl to do. I have no one to stalk. They all are coming neatly in my reader.

I swear it was that black cat that passed in front of me today.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Track meet hell

The track meet yesterday was pure hell. It was pouring rain, windy and cold. Meet was to start at 10, so we arrived early at 9:30 or so. After arrival we find out that shot and discus will not start until 11. So an hour we sat in the rain waiting and passing time. We did get to see some of the running events that we usually miss. Wanna bet there are a whole lot of sick kids on Monday?

At 11 we moved to the shot area and stood there. In.the.rain. It's supposed to be open pit so we can throw at any point during the day.
At 11:15 we're still in the rain no officials.
At 11:20 I decide we're all going back to the car to warm up and dry out just a little.
I send Gee and Bill off at 10 to 12 to see whats going on. They found everyone over at the discus area and now it's no longer open pit. There are 80+ kids waiting to throw. Gee made it in plenty of time to throw shot and Bill came back to check on me while Gee waited to throw discus.
I ended up, for the first time ever, missing Gee compete.
I just can't afford to get sick. I was already soaked to the skin from the first 2 hours in the rain.
Gee was fine with it. Dad was there, so all was well.
We think he won the 5th grade shot put. We don't know how many of those other 80 kids were 5th graders. He might have won the discus too, they are pretty sure he threw the farthest. Our coach was totally unhappy with the disorganization of the field events. I can't say that I blame him. By the time they were done with the shot and discus they were already done with all the other events.