Can you hear it?

Shhh... lean close.... closer... can you hear it?

Good! That my 3 friends is the sound of SILENCE. He's gone. GONE GONE GONE.

Yes I have to admit it is a bummer that he won't be here to cook dinner. And yet he also won't be here to bitch about what to cook for dinner. Or the dishes. Or turning the TV up to levels which make my ears bleed.

The best part? Other than the silence, which believe me is totally golden right now, (My SA son said, as I was pointing out how quiet it was... Shh mom you're ruining your silence.) is I don't have to eat dinner anymore!

I'm pretty much a one meal a day person. I don't snack either. I do drink soda like it was the last fluid on earth. Caloric balance, yeah that's what it is. I do however eat twice a day on days I work, because really, the other days, I'm pretty much sitting on my ass building up my thunder thighs, and don't need more than one meal to fuel all that nothing.
I really skip dinner alot. Or I'll eat a can of peaches, a can of corn, some zucchini, or something else light.

My husband, the man, eats like 4-8 times a day. Full meals. HUGE meals. Last night he fixed chicken, vegetable, and mac and cheese ALL for dinner. Holy bat shit man that's like 3 nights worth of food for me and G.

Ahh my tunny will love me tonight.

This is my 100th post here. I was going to save it for something special, quirky, profound even.

And then I realized, who the hell am I kidding? If I'm waiting for even ONE of those three things to happen, ya'll should just take this little blog off your readers.

So here is the profoundness that is my 100th post.

BILL IS BACK TO WORK!!!!

No TV on in my house. Other than my wheezing and the tapping of the keyboard there is not a sound to be heard.
You don't know how happy this makes me. I love the man really, but I'm so damn glad for him to be out of the house you have NO idea. He better get a job when he retires or there will be serious problems in town.

Blessedly I have this whole week off. I love my work but I have been having a hard time "getting into it". There is a real rhythm and mine has been off. Not off on the job, off with all this other crap. The background crap. Packing, unpacking, loading, unloading, shipping, cleaning.
Maybe I need to go on vacation to a motel. When I get home I usually find I want to clean and organize. So not likely.

G's finger is better. His elbow is sealed over at least and the bruising should subside, eventually. Yeah, don't ask. Let's leave it at; Grace had a rough meeting between elbow and rock. I'm taking stock out in Steri-Strips and band-aide.

The goats have been returned to their own pens and the does are all out in one pen together. A friend brought a doe over to be bred but I think they are about 2 days too late. Same as they were last month. I told them if it doesn't stick this month they need to mark THIS heat (I do think I mentioned this last month) on the calender and we'll get her over here earlier.

No word from the people who have leased my doe. I need to e-mail them and remind them that YES I do remember you have her.

No luck on the puppy front. I'm really really picky and just haven't found the right one yet. Which is fine. One will come along eventually.

Why?

Oh and don't tell me boys will be boys.... that'll get ya slapped around here.

Two nights ago we're at ER for a gash in the finger. Which is healing nicely thanks for asking. We've taken to calling him "Shooter". He demanded PINK vet wrap for the wrapping. I had bought him blue. Silly me!
Today... no ER. We're too good for ER.
He has a NICE hole in his elbow. I'll bet he yanked the rock out before he came in. Luckily we have some steri-strips left over from the last visit. Good god. I need to invest in Steri-strips.
What can you do but laugh? I mean really. Accidents seem to magnetize to him. I'm not so sure I want to take him with me to town now.

So I'm not the join a contest type, but this seems like one I wouldn't mind winning.

I was directed to a blog post by Blond Blogger on her Review Site telling of a contest sponsored by Ashes to Ashes.
Ashes to Ashes is a company that specializes in helping people deal with their pets death. Seeing as this is a subject near and dear to my heart and brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it, I went to check it out.
For the back history we lost two dogs this year, Taco and Buddy. One we had to make the hard choice to end his suffering and one died unexpectedly of a heart attack. I wish I had known of this site when my "first born" furkid Corky had passed several years ago. I miss my dogs every single day. I'm one of those horribly sentimental attached people like that. I think that's why people who just don't care about their animals, or see them only as a business without regard to their care or happiness, irritate me so much.
I went and looked at what Ashes to Ashes had to offer. I do have two dogs sitting on my desk to take care of visually. I've been looking at Urns and haven't found anything that tickled my fancy. Or course I've been avoiding the whole issue a little bit too. They make a line of jewelry so you can keep your pet close to your heart. I think this might be good for G. He took losing Buddy really hard. Harder than my G-pa dying really, which was only 2 weeks apart. G-pa we knew about.... long process with a definite end. Buddy was sudden and a huge cut to the soul.
I think even if we don't win the contest we will go cruise the site and see if something tickles G. There are styles suitable for men in the jewelry. Urns in every style and shape, pet loss gifts, grief gifts, jewelry, keepsakes, key chains, everything a pet owner will need in a time of loss.
Thanks Blond Blogger for sending me that direction.

Good lord. Some tape, a few stitches, a splint and lets get going people. Does this really NEED to take 2 freakin' hours? Apparently. Did you know that steri-strips are such a high demand item and it took 4 people to locate enough to close up a 1 and a half inch cut. Yep... 4. If I was sure we hadn't been looking at bone or tendon at the bottom of that wound we'd have slapped some duct tape on it at home and called it good. Sure as hell would have been faster.
I'm not sure they thought our comments about running to Safeway for some were funny. We thought they were. But then again we didn't have to be nice to the woman who was moaning and thought she was dieing, and wanted to make sure everyone in the tri counties knew it.

Supposed to be healthful

Yet I just sliced my whole thumb open on the "safety" seal on my vitamins. Flintstones chewables. What? Shut up! I'm allergic to the binder in vitamin and mineral pills so I have to either get prescription water soluble or children's chewables. Guess which is cheaper?

SO now my thumb is bound to stem off the bleeding. Whatever.

As I mentioned to someone recently I feel like dog ass. Today I finally feel a little better. It started on Thursday or Friday of last week and got worse and worse as the days went by. On Sat I had a killer little fever to work with that a cocktail of advil and aleve only toyed with. The herd is fubared but we worked through it. And I pretty much kept my cool all night. I came home and went right to bed. We stopped by the goats first but no way in hell was I milking, which sucked for my milk testing, the does are trying really hard to dry off so missing the one time I milk a day right now, is a bad plan. And I didn't care.

Sunday we made the trek to the Natural Fiber fair in Redway. The people watching was fun. The rest was bullcrap. I found nothing I had to have, well except some cool wooden crochet hooks, but I didn't have to have those so bad that I bought them. My in laws met us there. NO wait. They met ME there. Because when I got home Sunday morning from feeding the goats my hubby and mom were there, as planned. Only my hubby was a flaming flying dick. I mean Asshole, capitol A. So, he flips out when I ask him to pick up and go through some crap of HIS he left on the floor, flies out the door and drives off. My mom who was supposed to go with us too is in a crap mood from the get go, refused to go after the Bill incident. Now I'm in tears, made a promise to go to this thing, and don't feel good. Recipe for a good time, no?
Bill starts flinging texts at me left and right and my signal is going in and out because well because it was. Now he's pissed (as if he wasn't) because I'm ignoring him and blowing him off. Well FUCK grow UP. Anyhow, he ended up coming down. Then blew off at lunch with his parents. I'm so glad he didn't ride with me so I could just drive away and say BYE BYE.
I came home and slept all day. I got up long enough to go feed and milk my goats and that was it.
Today I feel much better. As long as Bill and I don't speak, we do just fine. Now if I could just eat. I'm a stress non-eater. Add to it being sick and good luck finding something appetizing.