Friday, June 20, 2008

We remember

A year ago today our hearts broke for a friend and a father.
Today our thoughts are with him still.
For Puppy Monster


78 freaking degrees and RAINING?

Huge BIG cold drops. Oh yeah... no humidity. No wonder I've felt like poop.

Wait, weight, weighed

For all the thinking that my kids might be a little on the scrawny side... I should just stick a fork in myself.

We weighted a wormed all the dam raised kids today. They are between 43 (for the one I was sure was under 30) and... wait for it... 75 freakin' pounds. 7-5, seventy five. POUNDS! She's only 4 months old for gods sake. I could almost breed her NOW!

Lord I guess their doing ok. We somehow missed one. I know she was in a caught up, so I'm thinking she slipped through the fence, grrr. She's one to sell so I'm pretty sure she's ok weight wise. I just need to make a phone call and move out these 6 does and 1 buck. I have more to sell that actually don't even belong to me, they are even "OK" weight wise. 35 or so for the bigger ones. I'm just going to get them a little bigger.

I found one really nice kid in the bunch and was a little bummed because I thought she was out of a doe I had decided to keep, which means she would be sold. Wasn't I happy to get home and discover she is actually out of a doe I'm selling. Woo Hoo she gets to stay. She's really nice too. And might make breeding weight this year too. Not that I'm going to breed for milking yearlings, they rarely compete in the show ring.

BTW it's hot today. H-O-T. Have I mentioned before how much I do not like the heat. It is because it makes me cough. Coughing does not make me look pretty. Red face, bulging veins, not pretty.

On an added note. I need to hire a full time/ part time employee it seems. Takers? *Wink* *Wink* Hint hint? More on that when I hear more, but it seems I may be *cough* expanding. And we're not talking about my ass people.

I'm afraid of 5 out of 72 fears

Yanked from Conscience

72 Common Fears

[ ] the dark
[ ] staying single forever
[ ] being a parent
[ ] giving birth
[x ] being myself in front of others
[ ] open spaces
[ ] closed spaces
[ ] heights
[ ] dogs
[ ] birds
[ ] fish
[ ] spiders
[ ] flowers or other plants

Total so far: 1

[ ] being touched
[ ] fire
[ ] deep water
[ ] snakes
[ ] silk
[ ] the ocean
[ X ] failure
[ ] success
[ ] thunder/lightning
[ ] frogs/toads
[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad
[ ] boyfriends/girlfriends mom
[ ] rats
[x ] jumping from high places
[ ] snow

Total so far: 3

[ ] rain
[ ] wind
[ ] crossing hanging bridges
[ ] death
[ ] heaven
[ ] being robbed
[ ] falling
[ ] clowns
[ ] dolls
[ ] large crowds of people
[ ] men
[ ] women
[ ] having great responsibilities
[ ] doctors, including dentists
[ X ] tornadoes

Total so far: 4

[ ] hurricanes
[ ] incurable diseases
[ ] sharks
[ ] Friday the 13th
[ ] ghosts
[ ] poverty
[ ] Halloween
[ ] school
[ ] trains
[ ] odd numbers
[ ] even numbers
[ ] being alone
[ ] becoming blind
[ X] becoming deaf
[ ] growing up

Total so far: 5

[ ] creepy noises in the night
[ ] bee stings
[ ] not accomplishing my dreams/goals
[ ] needles
[ ] blood
[ ] dinosaurs (Wha?)
[ ] the welcome mat
[ ] high speed
[ ] throwing up
[ ] falling in love
[ ] super secrets

Final Total: 5

And yet I totally don't feel fearless.

if you wish to post this in your journal, it's been requested that you title it I'm afraid of _ out of 72 common fears...

If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling
If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.
If you get 10-20, you are normal.
If you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.
People who don’t have any are liars.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Slightly Juvenile

So tonight while running into Fortuna to grab dinner this white car sounding like a lawnmower pulled up next to me at a light and reved his motor. I'm thinking... WTH? Do you not see I'm in an SUV for god's sake, and a small one at that? Is your self esteem THAT low? But whatever baby, mama's feeling alright and no lawnmower is about to beat me off the line so bring it, beeotch. I look over at my 12 year old son and say, Ha dude wants to race. And he says, Mom, he's so going to take you with his Big Mexican Woman (his terms for a BMW).

Guess who won?

Not the little white lawnmower.

Ha. When he pulled back along side of me I wonder what he thought when he looked over and realized he'd been beat by an OLD person. Muuwwaaahahah. An old person in a jimmy with a 6cly. HA HA HA. Pfft. Lawnmower.

On a total other note.

Why do some gay men talk like they are? I mean, I don't think their voice would normally be so high pitched, and really, even if it was, who adds all those S's and Phhtttt's to their words. It reminded me of someone talking to a baby in baby talk. Awwsss arrenn't youss soo sweetss. Shhesh I can't even recreate it. And it drives me nuts. Dude I don't care one bit that your gay. Your boyfriend was hot, go you! But dude, stop talking like that. It's soooo unattractive. It's not nasal, it's not horse, so it doesn't seem to be a physical reason, it's like, it's like your TRYING to sound gay. It's the voice comedians use to "talk" like a gay man.

STOP IT. Just don't do it. Find your real voice. Use it. You'd be much easier to converse with. My brain does not switch into "translate baby talk mode" very fast anymore. Plus I found it mildly amusing that you seemed to be a baby-phobe. Ok that child was highly annoying but she was cute. I think the grimace you made when she smiled and waved saying hi was priceless.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Home again Home again... blah blah blah

So this morning I was the queen of the walk-in. I walked into the chiropractor and said FIX this rib again please.
Then I walked in and waited for freakin' ever to see the MD. He let me have my way, he's good like that, and we're trying what USED to work. This not breathing shit is for the birds. So I'm on prednisone for like 14 days. To say that I'll be an irritable bitch for the next week or so might be an understatement, BUT I should be an irritable bitch WHO CAN BREATH! I always warn people (this is your warning) when I'm on this stuff. Sometimes... ehh nothing.. a little moody maybe. Sometimes? Holy hell raging bitch, and I KNOW it but seem to have little power to contain the rage. I actually have been known to say "I realize I'm yelling and being totally irrational, but I CAN"T STOP." It's like well and it fills with irritation and then it overflows and you are powerless to stop it. And trust me sandbagging doesn't help. Because when you blow the next time.... 10 times as ugly.

We're also, FINALLY, going to have a sputum culture done. I haven't had one done in some 12 or more years. We (when we=the two numbnuts treating me) really have no idea what we're battling and are going off of what's normal. HA. When have I ever done anything normally?

Btw. Prednisone makes me hungry. Got food?