Usually my weekends are boring, uneventful, and I have a hard time remembering what exactly I did from Friday afternoon to Sunday night. Well, this is what I get for complaining.
Friday early evening I was wandering about the kitchen trying to be a good wife and figure out supper myself without consulting my husband. Thinking of supper has to be the worst part of every day for both of us. My little fart of a dog, Jasmine, was just outside the kitchen door on the "puppy porch" waiting for the next vehicle to drive by. When it does she barks at it through the porch windows as it approaches, then runs to the other end of the porch, thru the doggie door to the outside pen and barks as it disappears down the road. She has not run down the road or towards the road ... yet. Yes, I am a horrible puppy parent to have allowed this behavior, and believe me, I am paying for it. Anyway, a rattley rumbley truck went by, she ran into her pen and barked, but this time decided to scream (run really really fast) thru the doggie door and out the porch door and perhaps pursue the truck further. I chose that time to be standing between the doggie door and the porch door in order to intercept her and reprimand her for her bad behavior. Usually she stops ... usually she can stop ... this time she couldnt. She was running too fast, saw me too late and ran right into the side of my leg and continued on thru. It was like being in fast forward then slow motion. Puppy flying at me, fast forward, only see a streak of fur. Impact and going down, slow motion, I can see the concrete coming but have no way to break the fall before I hit. I'm really draggin this story out, huh? My left knee hit the concrete floor first, my hands were down and broke the fall before my right knee hit. Owww! My knee! It hurt so bad I was almost in tears. That and I was mad Jasmine had continued to chase the truck. I havent had a skinned up palms since elementary school. No wonder kids cry over it, it still hurts! So my weekend activities have been limited to practically nothing with a swollen and bruised up knee. It kind of limits the wardrobe selection too, no pants just shorts or skirts. Shorts may show the ugly bruise, but pants apply pressure to the bruise.
Saturday evening Brad asked what sounded good for supper, the usuall routine question. I answered with, tacos, taco salad, or bean dip. Mexican food sounded good to him too, but he was thinking more like Don Pablos. Don Pablos? That's an hour away! He's usually not one to travel more than 15 minutes for food. But we had just talked about going on real dates and I think that was his attempt to start. It was something different for starters. We had this great waitor with a heavy accent, the kind that you can hardly understand at first but once your ears are used to it it's a lot easier. Brad ordered a beer (gag), instead of a bottle as he expected, it came in this taller glass with a lime wedge. Usually Brad just stuffs the lime wedge down the neck of the bottle, but since it's a glass this time he squeezes it. Owww, my eye!!! That sucker shot straight into my eye. In basketball terms it would have been nothing but net. You wouldnt believe how much that stung! So much for decent make up. My eye was watering and felt like it was turning into mush. I know lime juice is acidic, but this stuff felt lethally acidic. I wanted to retreat to the bathroom, but how was I supposed to get there? My eye was clamped shut so tight the other eye didnt want to be open either. Brad just sat there in shock holding the lime slice like he was waiting until he could squeeze it again. Not a chance! After about 5 minutes of limeade streaming from my face I mopped up what was left of my mascara and pryed that little lime out of his big paws. I had no sooner set the lime down when the waitor approached with our food. I wonder what he would have done if he had known, probably laughed. More embarrassment. At least we were in an almost seculded corner of the restaurant. The only one who could have witnessed the event was a ~16 yr old boy... and I didnt look at him to find out.
Sunday we went to church and sat in those lovely folding chairs for 2 hours. Usually it's not that bad, sure my back aches a bit and is tired but by the time we get home I'm recovered. Not this Sunday, oh no, it couldnt be that easy. We sat there and sat there, and those 21/2 hours seemed to drag on and the chairs just got more uncomfortable. I'm sure I was squerming (sp? it doesnt look right) like an 6 yr old the entire time. After the last Sunday school class was over, I stood up and owwww my back! At that point I felt like a little old lady, hunched over with a bad back and hobbeling out on bad knees. I was in pain half the afternoon. I have this stubborn streak that doesnt allow for medication until I'm half dead. Once I reach that point advil takes a long time to kick in. I spent most of the afternoon confined to my favorite lawn chair underneath that very familiar shade tree. Almost going insane, but there's almost nothing I can physically do without making everything worse.
Brad sat with me for a while, which was appreciated. He's very much the worker on weekends. He likes to be productive, it makes him feel good. At one point he was playing with both dogs throwing balls. I dont know what I would have done if he would have let one go too soon and hit me square in the head. I kept ducking and guarding myself with my arms. He didnt understand why I was being so jumpy. I dont know if I could have taken another oww this weekend. Three is enough, save some of the fun for another time. ;)
*****
I bought the cutest lime green duck! What is it with limes this weekend? Anyway, he'd look so cute in the kitchen or a laundry room, if I had one. My washer and dryer are in the kitchen, old farm houses are weird like that. Anyway, I'm so ready to redecorate around this duck! Break out the lime green paint! Ok, so maybe not lime green walls, but maybe lime green towels? We cant afford a big overhaul of any room, but little accents and details could make a big difference too. I wish I had a picture of this duck then you'd know what he looks like and could help me find stuff to go with him. I need to name him too. =)
Have a lovely day!
Monday, June 11, 2007
Friday, June 8, 2007
The Lazy Life
I'm actually in the office today working! Shock of all shocks! Well sort of working, ha. I find my mind wandering entirely too easily and too frequently. Have you noticed that the less you work the more you dont want to work? I've had practically this entire week off work, and suddenly come Friday there's work... but I dont feel like doing it. I dont wanna. I'm no longer in the work, prodcutive, earn your keep, mindset. I want to sit on my lazy rear end in the lawn chair underneath the shade tree at home and watch my doggers play in their kiddie pool, which is the same thing I've done for the past 4 days.
I've looked at multiple job search sites, both local and national and come up with nothing, nada, zilch, zippo, whatever "nothing" is in German, French, Swedish, Arabic, and Portugese (which I cant even spell). It's not that the sites have no listings, it's that I'm too picky. Why would I want to work in a dungeon of an office at a manufacturing plant and make $10-15k more? Hmm, maybe because it's $10-15k more!!! And maybe this manufacturing company is quite nice and offers their office personnel top floor offices with an entire wall of windows, and a free snack bar! ... I'll never know. I dont even know if I want to work for this local bank office I applied to and I know there will be windows there. As if windows is the entire reason I'd accept or reject an offer ... the snack bar helps too. ;)
I'm stuck in this rut of laziness, it's disgusting, it's blah. If I worked my butt off I'd probably feel a whole lot better ... but how can I work my butt off if there's no work to be done?
Mom and I got in this discussion that is making me more antsy to move on with a different job. I dont really want to get into details here, but apparently being paid while not working (though it isnt by my choice) doesnt sit well with her. And it shouldnt, they have plenty of bills to pay, especially after finding out that the insurance deductable has to be paid every year even if it's for ongoing treatment that began last year (flaming insurance rip offs). The last thing they need is to pay an employee salary that is barely working. Unfortunately they love me too much to switch it to hourly which would either force me to quit immediately or find a second job and deal with schedule conflicts and unexpected events that need immediate attention at the farm.
Where's my high school guidance counselor when I need her? ... Hey, I know where she lives. ;)
Have a lovely day!
I've looked at multiple job search sites, both local and national and come up with nothing, nada, zilch, zippo, whatever "nothing" is in German, French, Swedish, Arabic, and Portugese (which I cant even spell). It's not that the sites have no listings, it's that I'm too picky. Why would I want to work in a dungeon of an office at a manufacturing plant and make $10-15k more? Hmm, maybe because it's $10-15k more!!! And maybe this manufacturing company is quite nice and offers their office personnel top floor offices with an entire wall of windows, and a free snack bar! ... I'll never know. I dont even know if I want to work for this local bank office I applied to and I know there will be windows there. As if windows is the entire reason I'd accept or reject an offer ... the snack bar helps too. ;)
I'm stuck in this rut of laziness, it's disgusting, it's blah. If I worked my butt off I'd probably feel a whole lot better ... but how can I work my butt off if there's no work to be done?
Mom and I got in this discussion that is making me more antsy to move on with a different job. I dont really want to get into details here, but apparently being paid while not working (though it isnt by my choice) doesnt sit well with her. And it shouldnt, they have plenty of bills to pay, especially after finding out that the insurance deductable has to be paid every year even if it's for ongoing treatment that began last year (flaming insurance rip offs). The last thing they need is to pay an employee salary that is barely working. Unfortunately they love me too much to switch it to hourly which would either force me to quit immediately or find a second job and deal with schedule conflicts and unexpected events that need immediate attention at the farm.
Where's my high school guidance counselor when I need her? ... Hey, I know where she lives. ;)
Have a lovely day!
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
8 Random Things - MeMe (& More)
Ok, so I've got yet another day off ... this is getting ridiculous. And I'm here trying to figure out all these health codes if I ever do decide to pursue a pie shop. That got a bit heavy and dry ... and I've been tagged by Alicia. So, here' we go.
8 Random Things ~
1. I have 56+ stuffed animals from my childhood, all with names and personalities. Yes, I said personalities. My sister and I played what we called "Club" and made all of our stuffed animals talk to each other. It ended up like a stuffty soap opera - some animals were snotty, others were sweet and innocent. My husband oddly supports my stuffed animal addiction and tends to buy for me for every occassion. The counting stopped at 56 because 56 is my favorite number.
2. 56 is my favorite number because 7 x 8 = 56, and no one could remember that in 3rd grade (?) and I felt special and smart because I knew it. That's the only time I would agree to cheat and help someone, the answer had to be 56.
3. I never had a dog until I was 24, now I am obsessed with Jasmine. I was only able to get her after my house was broken into on July 4, 2004. The "landlord" (also my father) eased up on his no dog policy when that happened. =)
4. What I reallyed wanted was a Rottweiler. I absolutely adore Rotties! They are sooo adorable! Can I say adore and adorable in the same paragraph? But my boyfriend at the time *cough* Brad, feared for his life around the sweet things and threatened to shoot it at the first sign of aggression. ... Jasmine is aggressive and he couldnt care less.
5. Brad and I have an agreement with our next dog. He can pick the breed, I pick the gender. Of course it will be a girl! I cant stand it when Luke sits and "airs" himself out. Most likely we will have another ACD, an Australian Shephard, or a Border Collie. But that's years away.
6. I have never ever seen the ocean, any ocean. The closest I have been to any ocean is Niagra Falls. And the closest I have seen comparable to the ocean is Lake Erie and Lake Michigan. Yes, I am sheltered.
7. Speaking of sheltered. If you're mid 20 something - remember when the original nintendo game came out? The Mario Brothers? Or something like that? Yes, it was all the rage, everyone had to have them, and everyone brought their hand held games to school. I had never seen, much less played those games until I was a junior in high school. It was hilarious and pathetic, though good entertainment for my friends.
8. Brad and I are 2 months into our "no tv" challenge! I'm so surprised we've made it this far! Ok, so it hasnt been absolutely no tv, but no tv in the evenings. We may watch 15 mins of the news to catch the weather but usually lose interest after that. We used to waste 3 hours every night on nothing but Wheel of Fortune and reruns of That 70s Show, with an occassional Judge Judy appearance. We are now 2 months into a book called Night Light a Devotional Book for Couples, by Dr. James and Shirley Dobson of Focus on the Family. I read it by myself soon after getting married, Brad had no interest. Now he's intersted! It truly has been a blessing. It brings up some important topics and focuses on communicating to understand your spouse in those areas. ... This no tv thing may "have to" change though because So You Think You Can Dance is on again, and so is Hell's Kitchen. I dont particularly like the hell part, but I do like the kitchen part.
Woohoo! That was 8! I realize they arent very thrilling, but it didnt say 8 thrilling things. ;)
******
I've been thinking about posting. "I really should, I need to." But really, who reads this thing anyway? It's not like if I dont post for a month so much has changed. It's been normal life for the most part. And it's the normalicy (sp?) that I find boring. Who wants to post, much less read about the boring? So I keep my boringness to myself, and you all can continue to think I am soooo busy, living an exciting life (on a farm? yeah, right *snort*) and cant pry myself off the tractor long enough to post. The opposite is quite true. I've had so many days off recently I'm going insane! What do you do once the laundry is done, the house is clean (which it's not, but who wants to clean! ... I'm so bad), the dogs are pooped, and the soap you watched 6 weeks ago is still stuck in the same place? Oh, and we're trying not to spend unnecessarily, which means I dont dare go shopping "just to look."
Change is in the air though. We are both pursuing other employment as well as side-businesses of our own - trying to rely on God's "due time." In the meantime remembering Colossians 3:17 for whatever I stinkin' do. (credit given to Brittny for the word "stinkin" ;))
Have a lovely day!
8 Random Things ~
1. I have 56+ stuffed animals from my childhood, all with names and personalities. Yes, I said personalities. My sister and I played what we called "Club" and made all of our stuffed animals talk to each other. It ended up like a stuffty soap opera - some animals were snotty, others were sweet and innocent. My husband oddly supports my stuffed animal addiction and tends to buy for me for every occassion. The counting stopped at 56 because 56 is my favorite number.
2. 56 is my favorite number because 7 x 8 = 56, and no one could remember that in 3rd grade (?) and I felt special and smart because I knew it. That's the only time I would agree to cheat and help someone, the answer had to be 56.
3. I never had a dog until I was 24, now I am obsessed with Jasmine. I was only able to get her after my house was broken into on July 4, 2004. The "landlord" (also my father) eased up on his no dog policy when that happened. =)
4. What I reallyed wanted was a Rottweiler. I absolutely adore Rotties! They are sooo adorable! Can I say adore and adorable in the same paragraph? But my boyfriend at the time *cough* Brad, feared for his life around the sweet things and threatened to shoot it at the first sign of aggression. ... Jasmine is aggressive and he couldnt care less.
5. Brad and I have an agreement with our next dog. He can pick the breed, I pick the gender. Of course it will be a girl! I cant stand it when Luke sits and "airs" himself out. Most likely we will have another ACD, an Australian Shephard, or a Border Collie. But that's years away.
6. I have never ever seen the ocean, any ocean. The closest I have been to any ocean is Niagra Falls. And the closest I have seen comparable to the ocean is Lake Erie and Lake Michigan. Yes, I am sheltered.
7. Speaking of sheltered. If you're mid 20 something - remember when the original nintendo game came out? The Mario Brothers? Or something like that? Yes, it was all the rage, everyone had to have them, and everyone brought their hand held games to school. I had never seen, much less played those games until I was a junior in high school. It was hilarious and pathetic, though good entertainment for my friends.
8. Brad and I are 2 months into our "no tv" challenge! I'm so surprised we've made it this far! Ok, so it hasnt been absolutely no tv, but no tv in the evenings. We may watch 15 mins of the news to catch the weather but usually lose interest after that. We used to waste 3 hours every night on nothing but Wheel of Fortune and reruns of That 70s Show, with an occassional Judge Judy appearance. We are now 2 months into a book called Night Light a Devotional Book for Couples, by Dr. James and Shirley Dobson of Focus on the Family. I read it by myself soon after getting married, Brad had no interest. Now he's intersted! It truly has been a blessing. It brings up some important topics and focuses on communicating to understand your spouse in those areas. ... This no tv thing may "have to" change though because So You Think You Can Dance is on again, and so is Hell's Kitchen. I dont particularly like the hell part, but I do like the kitchen part.
Woohoo! That was 8! I realize they arent very thrilling, but it didnt say 8 thrilling things. ;)
******
I've been thinking about posting. "I really should, I need to." But really, who reads this thing anyway? It's not like if I dont post for a month so much has changed. It's been normal life for the most part. And it's the normalicy (sp?) that I find boring. Who wants to post, much less read about the boring? So I keep my boringness to myself, and you all can continue to think I am soooo busy, living an exciting life (on a farm? yeah, right *snort*) and cant pry myself off the tractor long enough to post. The opposite is quite true. I've had so many days off recently I'm going insane! What do you do once the laundry is done, the house is clean (which it's not, but who wants to clean! ... I'm so bad), the dogs are pooped, and the soap you watched 6 weeks ago is still stuck in the same place? Oh, and we're trying not to spend unnecessarily, which means I dont dare go shopping "just to look."
Change is in the air though. We are both pursuing other employment as well as side-businesses of our own - trying to rely on God's "due time." In the meantime remembering Colossians 3:17 for whatever I stinkin' do. (credit given to Brittny for the word "stinkin" ;))
Have a lovely day!
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