Pudding and applesauce

WOO HOOO. My dad has been upgraded to pudding and applesauce. Nothing else. No ice cream or anything, but at least he can swallow something. I'm sure he's well on his way to planning his first big meal. (Steak and potatoes guaranteed) He has a pact with Greg already to eat out the kitchen continuously. He foolishly thinks he can keep up with Greg. Ha. Dude. Have you *seen* him? And you. You haven't been able to eat for 30 days. You better train before you throw down that challenge.

We had a little rain. It doesn't feel too much cooler. Today I'm going to toss out some fertilizer on the field in case we have more rain.

Remember that Wii neckache I was complaining about? It reared it's head all weekend as a full fledged sprung neck. I could hardly move my head and had a hard time even standing up. Frankly it's still today bad. I'm off to the chiropractor to see his he can spin a little magic because all the normal tricks aren't working and a few days of limited sleep is ok, but we're at a week now. Damn Wii. How sad is it to say that you hurt yourself playing a video game. *pfttt*

I gave Flower the border collie a bath yesterday while it was hot/humid. Now she looks like I stuck her paw in a light socket. She was less than impressed with the tied to the fence bathing approach.

She was like, Dude I'm old, do you see this face:

It spells OLD, and you're bathing me in COLD water. OUTSIDE? Hello, Bathtub? Warm water? *Sigh*

And this? We aren't even talking about this violation of space. OMG. I *think* she *might* have licked me.

Grrr.... lots of money out and people aren't paying yet. I hate having to send a second notice. *Sigh*

This is my least favorite part of business. For someone else I like bookkeeping. For myself it is a part I don't mind leaving to the end.

I am good about getting my initial bills right out. It's just the follow through that I dislike. It was much easier to track in my head when there were only 6 herds. Now that there are 13, I had to make a chart. It helps me not get antsy too. Sometime I start getting antsy for the money within a week and I have to remind myself people need time to get paid too. *grumble*

This is why I don't like driving either. I get antsy. I want to be there NOW. I spent all that time packing/preparing/prepping now I want to be there RIGHT NOW. Reason I should have a helicopter. Or be able to teleport.

Today was Gregs birthday and we went and found him the gift he's been wanting. Several hundred dollars poorer and we headed home with our new toy.

Sadly Bill had to be at work early for Greg and I got a few hours to play without Mr Knowitall at home to direct and command, though he's never seen the damn thing before either. Greg and I have a good time together figuring stuff out.

Only now Zelda has pissed me off. 2 hours to figuring out how to manipulate two controllers of different types in human form and the bastards changed me into a wolf. End my patients.

So now I have a Wii neck ache. Tomorrow Wii will get back to Zelda after some more math gets done.

It's just not right to work up a sweat playing baseball on a video game. Really. (That was not me.) I'm the one who's neck cramped up while boxing. Who knew my own arms were so weak. I'm going to have to get into shape to keep this up. Ohhh.... they have a game for that!

Nothing to see here. Same old Same old. There are just so many ways I can tell you about cow ass and cow milk and cow barns before it's just old and frankly that's all I see or do lately.

Last nights test too just about 1 hour and 30 minutes. It took me longer to drive up and back. If they didn't milk at exactly the same time as everybody else I could get 3 Arcata herds done at once with help.

We got there way too early so we wondered around Arcata for a while. We went to Wildberries and it was very cool in there, people watching was interesting. It always is in Arcata. Then we went to the pet store where a fellow LJ'er works and chit chatted for a while. They have an aviary you can walk into and the birds are loose, but the Macaw at the door kept me outside. Birds scare the crap out of me. Little bastards hate me. Which actually includes chickens. I have a story about getting the crap pecked out of me by chickens when I was a little girl.
Anyhow, they had just the thing I've been looking all over for and have been too lazy to order from the interwebs. Now I have it and need to find a bottle for it, now my crated puppy (he's 9 years) will have all the water he wants.

On the dad front he seems good. I went to visit last night and he was not in any hurry for us to leave but I had to feed Greg before he actually threw himself on the floor and flailed around. They took out the nasal feeding tube and inserted the tummy one on Monday. They had a little scare with it yesterday but were told all is normal. Now it's time to start throat therapy. Therapy on the legs will start again, we hope, after they meet with the surgeon who did the hip.

Put off and finally done

Finally the bucks are out with the does. There was some chasing going on, but not too much hubbalo really. My young ober buck was totally into the does who were much more into beating the snot out of him. He didn't care.

That's one chore taken care of.

Sarah. 192 2x4's in a unit he is almost positive. Price would depend on the length you want. He'll get a quote when he knows that.

Take a picture of yourself. Don't fix your hair. Don't edit.




Pfft. You're lucky I did this one. First.. my printer HATES all other USB related products and eats them upon plug in. THEN you have to figure out which button on the damn camera to press from the other side.... and the power button AIN'T it. (TWICE!!)

And NO editing? Are you nuts? O.M.G. I couldn't even cut out the background? However I did take off my 02 for the picture. Some things... just do not need to be recorded for all the internets. If I could have figured out how to hold the camera straight, press the correct button with one hand, I'd have flipped this shot the bird. I HATE to have my picture taken.

Sarah get away with it cuz I like her camera. She still gets lots of shots of me all cranky and stern looking.

Well that took less time than I thought. Home just over a week and already doesn't want me to visit. Frankly I'm shocked he held up the hole time he was in the hospital/rehab.

So tomorrow, on my way to or from my milk test next door, I'll drop off the last of the paperwork I have from the accident time and his money clip. I'll offer to cover for my aunt and uncle anytime they want to leave or get away. I'll stop in once a week and try to call, but I won't be going out like I have been. We'll see how that goes. I may not be going out at all.

Friends first family last just like always. So much for hoping for something different.