I Guess He Is Not Sleeping

Ya’ll I try so hard. I really do but I am telling you now. I think I just have to go ahead and accept I am a straight klutz. I have absolutely no grace in this body. It has been this way for over 40 yrs. I think it is time that I just accept that. Crap! So my husband works a unique shift at his job and has to leave very early in the morning.  So he goes to bed before we all do. Now I try so hard to keep the house quiet and be respectful when he is sleeping. I really try. But this is just one example of why this is out of my control. So he was sleeping the other night and I had to use the bathroom. Now our bathroom is off of our bedroom. You have to walk through our bedroom to enter the bathroom. Now I always tiptoe through our room so as not to disturb him. Y’all I have even ninja crawled several times to get to my bathroom. I seriously use 007 moves to get there. So I am in the bathroom. I always close the door first before turning on the light. See I am being considerate. Now that I am safely in the bathroom, I take a shower before getting ready for bed. On a side note we have a fan that we sleep with at night so the sound does help muffle out noise. Note Muffle. I have finished my shower and I go to open one of the drawers in our bathroom cabinet. That is where we keep our Q-Tips. As I open the drawer Holy Crap! My husband has a beard trimmer he keeps on the sink. As I open the drawer the cord of the trimmer was caught on the handle..Now I did not notice this because it is not a bright light. We have a dimmer on our bathroom light and I always keep it low. Once again trying to be considerate. Well as I open the drawer the trimmer goes flying to floor. As this happens it knocks over the cup he keeps on his side throwing it into the sink. The deodorant goes flying, The mouthwash goes flying. I look like one of those circus clowns trying to jungle all of these items keeping them from falling. I swear I hear circus music playing in the background. In my juggling escapade my towel goes to drop, on instinct I go to grab for it! Why! Why did I do that! It’s not like anyone is in there. As I grab for it my foot slips on the trimmer that is on the floor, I forgot about in my panic to catch these flying items from making even more noise. As I slip on the trimmer I fall back toward the tub and of course I am one of those females that has to have 10,000 different bottles of shower products literally all over my tub! I mean it literally looks like a section at Wal-Mart. Price Check in Mandy’s tub! It’s a situation. And yes as I fall back I knock every single bottle into the tub that my flailing body can touch! So here I am sitting on the edge of the tub. I have just made more noise than a marching band coming through my house. Towel half on. Deodorant in one hand mouth wash in the other. And slowly the bathroom door opens. YEP. It’s hubby. I can only imagine what this looked like through his eye. He looks at me looks at the floor. And in my sweetest voice I say. Sorry babe. Love you. He just shakes his head and walks out. Poor guy!  After 17 yrs of marriage I mean what else can he do. But I just want to state for the record. I think I was setup. It’s a conspiracy. I am serious! He knows I have to go in there. Why set-up booby traps for me. You know I will get caught. I can’t escape those. I can’t even walk on a flat surface without injury and you are going to place cords anywhere near me. That is just a set-up for disaster! Now I clean up this mess and once again ninja crawl back to the  living room.  Hopefully this will happen without any further incidents. I will let ya’ll know.


Nothing But A Hair Piece

So this is totally my fault!I have two chicken coops. I have one large one that all of the larger chickens go into and I have a smaller one that the bantams and smaller chickens go into.So with this next part I am going to be totally honest. So on the smaller coop I am going to try to explain it visually with my words. So it is about 7 ft long and maybe 4 ft wide. So it is longer than it is wide. On the left side of the coop is the actual house. It is completely enclosed with doors on the front I can open. On the right side is a roost. Now the house and roost are about 3 ft off the ground and the entire coop is covered in chicken wire except the main house part since that is all wood. There are wooden stairs that go from the ground to the house for them to enter into.Holy crap. I have no idea if you all can visualize this. Sounds like I am describing a crazy chicken prison. I am only missing the barbed wire. It’s really not that bad. Wait. This is just too much. I am going to take a picture to attach with this. I’ll be right back. Ok. See attached picture. I think it is very important for ya’ll to see this.So every night I go up and make sure everyone is put to bed for the night. Now I am in Tennessee. And if any of you check the weather it has been raining FOREVER here. I am changing my name and building an ark. But let me just say I am NOT bringing stick bugs with me. Those little monsters. Not happening. Ok back to me getting my butt kicked by a chicken. So being 100% honest the stairs had fallen off months ago. And for whatever reason I just placed them back up on the house and just kinda propped them there. I know I know a few screws Mandy and Boom fixed. But I never have the screws and drill up there at the same time. And I am lazy and will have to squat and bend over to fix them. Ya’ll I am very accident prone. Just in case you have not figured this out yet. I am laughing out loud while writing this.Oh you all know this very well! And I have just been putting this minor repair off. TRUST me very very bad decision.So everyone is put to bed. And this is the final coop to close up. So I have two chickens that are on the roost. These are the two rebels that do not go inside unless it is arctic freezing outside. And then it turns into a shoving match between me and them. Me trying to shove them inside so they don’t freeze into chicken Popsicle and for them to jump around over and under to get away from me. I have already been outside for about 10/15 minutes by now in the rain putting everyone else away. I am started to get pretty saturated. Umbrella you say! Ya no. That is not happening. The wind will just fight me for it and that is one battle I do not have in me tonight.So as I go to close the rebel coop up I notice the stupid stairs are on the ground. AGAIN. So I go ahead and bend over and scooch down to pick up the stairs and lean them back up so they can walk into the coop if they want. At this time they are on the roost. So Right as I get my hands on the stairs the rebel chickens spook and start flipping out. For real! They know me. No stranger danger here.Well of course I have had to get half of my body into the coop bent over and of course my friggin head is part of this scenario. When all of the sudden this crazy chicken in her panic to get away from me. I was not even going for you jerk! Flapping around she gets her claw/foot caught in my hair. FOR HEAVEN’S SAKES. My hair. Are you kidding me. I’m screaming the chicken is screaming because she thinks my hair is some sort of death net. I am screaming because her claws are sharp. If you haven’t looked at a chicken foot do IT now. It’s a weapon. A weapon I tell you. I am full on trying to fight this chicken. I do not want her to claw my face with her foot weapons. They scratch their poop ya’ll. They scratch everything with that weapon she is dangerously close to my face. I will get an infection. I am trying to grab her without totally killing her or damaging her wings, trying to back out of the coop soakin wet and sliding in the mud. And I swear to god. If she poops in my face that’s it! I mean it! I will eat her! So now she is hanging upside down from my hair that is attached to my head pulling it out. I grab her and back out of the coop.Do you have any idea how many times I just stand in a spot and just shake my head. Alot ya’ll ALOT!. And this is another one of those moments.I pry her foot weapons from my hair which is wet. So it’s not the easiest task. In the rain in the mud in the dark. I get her out of my hair and I literally throw her back in the coop. I don’t care call PETA. They can have her.And the stupid stairs are still on the ground. Tough! Jump if you want in.Don’t mind me as I swim back to my house. I’m going to take a shower!

My Cat Is A Assassin

So most of my adventures, yes that’s what I will call them adventures. Happen outside with my farm animals.

Not today ladies and gentleman NOT today!

So my daughter was not feeling well today. And ended up going to bed early. I decided to go upstairs and check on her to make sure she was okay. Now I did not want to turn the light on in the hallway due to the fact that where her bed is placed in her room if you open the door it lights up her bed like a disco party. And I was trying to be the loving considerate mom. Bad Bad decision. I should have lit it up like the fourth of July.

I creep into her room quiet as a mouse and peek at her. She is sleeping soundly.

I quietly close the door and start to make my descend down the stairs. Now I get to about the 3rd stair when all of the sudden unbeknownst to me our cat is laying on the stairs like a ninja contemplating my assassination. I of course did not see the killer waiting for me due to the fact I did not turn on any lights. So as I go to step down YEP it is right on her. Now the screams that left that cats body. She sounded possessed. Scratching and hissing. It scared the crap out of me. As I attempted to not crush her even though she is trying to kill me, I of course jump up and away. Screaming at my assassin for being there. I have lost my footing and my body plummets down. Going down hard! Timber! .Bouncing off the wall and handrail like a game of pinball.  And of course my front door is at the bottom of the stairs and guess what stops me. Slamming into the front door. So as I lay there body all twisted. I look like I am playing some alternate game of Twister. The ninja cat assassin casually walks over and past my body. Not even giving me a side glance. NOPE. Just walks away. She is not even limping. I am so mad she is not limping. If I could reach her. Ohhhh. She would be limping.

So I start to check my injuries. Ok. Let’s put this leg back there. Let’s put this arm back where it goes. Yep. I am going to feel that in the morning. Did I pee on myself? Still not sure. That will have to wait. As I get into a crawling position to get out of the confined space between the front door and stairs. My daughter peeks out her bedroom door. “Mom are you dead?” Well That is still to be determined at this time. I will let you know. “Ok I’m going back to bed”…. WHAT!

No problem!I will just lay here and die. Go rest your delicate little head child. Sorry to disturb you! For GOD SAKES ALIVE. I am just laying here because I was checking on you! 

I make it to the livingroom and am happy to report that I can seriously take a beating. I am not as battered as I thought. A bit sore. A few small scrapes from the handrail which I did not use! Really Mandy it’s there for a purpose. Still not sure if I peed myself. But I think I am ok.

Now! Time to find that Cat!  

No Olympics For Me

Ok ya’ll I’m dying. I can hardly breathe. Holy crap I think I need CPR. Wait let me backup and tell you what happened. So here in Tennessee we finally have a nice day. For weeks it has rained and rained and rained some more. I mean I need to get into a boat to get to my car. I wear floaties to work. It’s just ridiculous. So I was down at the house and have started working on prepping for my garden growing season. I grow lots of veggies on the farm. So here I am making sure my seed starter trays are all in order reviewing my seeds. Planning on what I am planting and when. And I just so happen to look up at the yard where all of my animals are. And something white catches my eye in Mr.Bullet (my 70/75 lb pig) pig pen. So here I am just standing there trying to figure what what in the world is in his pen with him. It’s white and his meaty body is blocking it so I can only see just the top. And I notice it is moving. Today is so friggin windy. I mean the wind is really no joke. You start walking one way and the wind is like HA nope and pushes you in the opposite direction.  Well I guess I’m going this way now. So anyway. I am standing there and trying so hard to see what it is. Not going to lie I am being lazy and really do not want to walk up there. I have to go up there in a little bit and that is just extra walking I don’t want to do right now. I’m tired ya’ll.  So I I try to get my x-ray vision to work. I see the top of this white mysterious thing move again with the wind and it is right on the side of my Bullet man. And then my heart jumps out of my chest. Oh No it looks like one of those plastic trash bags you get at the grocery store. Oh God. No No Bullet don’t eat that. So I take off like The Flash. Ok not The Flash but really fast. I am running with all my might. If he eats this he might die. I am in full panic mode. Plastic is bad. Bullet no. This stupid wind has blown a plastic trash bag into the yard. Now let me just say I do not run. NOPE. Not this girl. I only run if I am being chased and then I decide if it’s worth the run. I mean if it can catch me. And Eat me quick. I’m not going to die being eaten and out of breath. So here I am running like a psycho up to the pig pen. Yelling the entire time. And right as I jump over the electric fence. Yes ya’ll I jumped. And trust me, It was not pretty and by the way I am limping like a straight pimp because I seriously pulled something in my leg and maybe my back during this jump that should have never happened. So as I clear the fence like an olympic amateur who has NEVER competed before. And I get to my buddy who I think is making a horrible life decision to eat this plastic grocery bag. I stop dead in my tracks. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I mean really. This is not my life! It’s not a grocery bag! WHAT!!! I swear I am cursing ALOT..ALOT! It’s a chicken. A stinking white chicken Just standing to his side. And what I thought was plastic blowing in the wind was her butt feathers. Her BUTT feathers.I am so MAD. I can’t breath. I am doubled over. Trying to get oxygen to my lungs. Ya’ll it’s so bad I sit right on the ground. Down I go. No cares in the world. I could care less what I am sitting in. I cannot believe I just ran to save his life from a CHICKEN. Oh god,. I need oxygen. I am literally in duck and chicken crap just shaking my head. And what makes it worse I did it to myself. For a CHICKEN. Now that I can breath well kinda. I am no longer turning blue. I get up and realize that my Olympic leap has left me wounded worse than I thought. My leg. Of god. I pulled something. Ok maybe pulled A FEW THINGS..What was I thinking. So now as I drag my leg over the fence and walk/crawl gimp my way toward the house. I am having a very stern conversation with myself. Lots of choice words. All of this for a Chicken. 

Don’t Answer That Phone

All I can say is thank goodness it was not me! So we have two pigs on our Farm. Mr. Bullet who is a 70/75 lbs Japanese Potbelly that I ended up rescuing. And a 15 lbs mini potbelly named Clover. So Mr.Bullet lives outside in his pen and Clover stays inside. She will eventually end up moving outside once the weather warms up. We have had Clover now for about two months. I take her up to the yard with all of my other names everyday to get her use to them all. I also have chickens, ducks, rabbits and of course Bullet. So with Bullet being a male and older I am having to introduce them very slowly. Anyone with pigs knows that they can be aggressive. I feel confident they will become fast friends just because Bullet is extremely docile and has a wonderful personality. So yesterday I asked hubby if he would come up to the pen with me. I was taking Clover up to hang with Bullet for a bit. Now note I am in the pen the entire time and if I see any issues I will intervene immediately. Since the past introductions have gone so well. I wanted hubby up there to record this for me. I do not want to be distracted in watching them closely but I wanted to record there hang out time because it is super cute to watch. Now Clover is super lovable. And has been extremely spoiled by me. I just can’t help it guys she is just too cute. That little face. You just melt. So anyway. She is not a fan of being picked up. I do it very slowly and keep her hugged to my body when I pick her up. So we are both up at the pen. I am inside the pen with both pigs. Well I have let them have there time to get to know one another for the day and I am ready to get Clover out. I ask hubby if he can pick up Clover and place her outside the pen since I am going to stay in and give Mr. Bullet some belly rubs for being a good boy and not eating Clover. Ya’ll I just can’t This is the funniest thing ever. So he goes to pick up Clover. And she starts just flipping out and screaming. Oh My God have you ever heard a pig scream. It is so loud. I mean ear piercing. And she is fighting him with all her might. He starts screaming help help.  Get your pig. She is freaking out. Now I am laughing so hard at what I seeing. So I go over grab her and set her down. EASY. Hubby is like what is wrong with that pig. Still laughing I said “you did not pick her up correct”. Well I thought that little tantrum was over and I got a good little giggle out of it. Oh the tantrum that keeps on giving. As I go to tend to Bullet Hubby is like REALLY! Followed by a few other choice words, and I turn to see what happened. He is like, your pig pooped on me. Now it is all over his pants, shoes. Oh it’s funny. I told him you scared the crap out of her. He was not amused. So now he is trying to get what poop he can off his shoes. AND THE BEST THING HAPPENED. My stomach hurts so bad. If I only could have recorded what happened next. Oh you guys his face. Our daughter calls. And he answered his phone! Now do you remember I asked him up to help me record. LOL, He did not! Not only did Clover poop all over him but she somehow aimed her poop shootin butt at his PHONE. He gets maybe one word out and realizes his phone has poop on it and now his face does too. I’m rolling. He’s gagging, swearing, spitting. AND I am not helping at all. I can’t move. If I move I swear I will pee all over myself. I am even having to cross my legs at this point of time because I cannot stop laughing. At this point he has stomped away toward the house toward safety. I think I will just stay up here for a while. Let him get cleaned up. I don’t think he will be agreeing to record anything for me for a while. 

Clover The Pig Throws A Party!

Let me start off by saying I cannot make this stuff up! So I have a mini potbelly pig named Clover. She is about four months old. When I first got Clover home she was so tiny that I decided to keep her in the house. I made her a little tote with her very own blankets and toys. But as she has gotten bigger I have come to realize that she cannot stay in the house anymore. She weighs about 15lbs. and she is way to curious and gets into everything. So I decided to move her to the garage. Now before you ask I am not able to put her outside in her pen yet because we are located in Tennessee and we are still getting some pretty cold temps. And since she is so little I do not want her getting sick due to the cold weather. Well she has been out in the garage for about two weeks now. She has a cage with lots of blankets, She has a little bed I got for her also out there that she can lounge in if she doesn’t want to be in the cage. So the 1st few days went great. No issues. But then I started noticing she was getting more and more adventurous. Now I was able to clean and repair all of those issues without hubby finding out. He has already told me she was going to wreak havoc and I am like no no. She is just precious. Crap. I can’t let him see he is so friggin RIGHT! This pig is going to be the death of me. She is like a toddler only I can legally lock her in a cage. So I am in the kitchen and I see hubby heading into the garage. All of the sudden he starts yelling no wait screaming my Name. OH MY GOD! I just know it was something Clover did. Oh crap. I swear I went through that garage like a brand new mom who has never had kids childproofing that place like a ninja. Oh god he is so mad. I seriously am contemplating just running the other way. What honey. No I did not hear you screaming. Nope. Yep maybe I’ll just drive to Texas. Ok here I go. I mean really how bad can it be. So as I head to the garage he opens the door to yell for me again. And just over his shoulder I see what I think might be smoke. Smoke. Holy Crap. Is the garage on fire. Why in the world is he not calling 911. So now I start to run toward him. And bust through the door like the State Puff Marshmallow Man. GOD HAVE MERCY! There is a thick white powder ALL over the garage. It looks like Clover has thrown a full on Rave. All she is missing is the party lights. And in the middle of the garage there the little culprit is. Just running around leaving her little pig prints as she goes. Not a care in the world. Now I will leave out the words that are coming out of my husbands mouth. And let me just say I had to use a thesaurus to find the definition for several.  Yep that one is bad. Yep that one is really bad. I think he made that one up. Yep he’s mad. So as I stand in this cloud of powder chasing this pig around the garage trying to catch her to place her in her cage so I can open the garage door. She is not making this easy. She thinks it’s a game. Really. Now you want to play chase. Slipping and sliding as I try desperately to get ahold of her. Clover! Stop. You better come here. I am playing with you. I finally am able to get ahold of her. So now that I have her in the cage I open the garage door to try to clear out this powder and figure out what in the world has happened. Now like I said previously, I thought I had for sure childproofed no pig proofed the garage. What could she have gotten into. You will never guess what she did. I mean I cannot believe this. So we have a fire extinguisher that we keep on the top step. This bad bad pig has knocked the fire extinguisher off the stairs. I am still not sure how the pin came out. Did it pop out when it fell. Did this little creature pull the pin. But however it has happened the pin has been removed and she has somehow sprayed the fire extinguisher all over the garage. How is that even possible. There is powder everywhere on everything. This cannot be happening. So two hours later. I am happy to report that I have most of the powder cleaned up. I have once again went through the garage and pig proofed it. Nothing was left unchecked or touched by me. I definitely underestimated Clover and her little adventures in the garage. And yes I had to admit to hubby he was right! 

Also for all those wondering. Clover was checked out and is completely fine. So not only did she have a great RAVE party but also gave me a vet bill. 

Poop Catastrophe

I am up at my chicken coop completing morning chores. I am just be bopping around getting it done. I check the chicken feed and realize I am very low so I better make a feed run. So I change my shoes and off to Tractor Supply I go. Now I live out in the country just a bit and Tractor Supply is about a 20 minute drive for me so I always take snacks. I mean you always need snacks right. What if I get stranded. I could starve to death. And I was a little hungry since I had not eaten yet today. So here I am just eating my snacks. I am driving without a care in the world. Just listening to the radio and singing my little heart out.

About 10 minutes into my ride my stomach starts to act up. You know that weird feeling you get right. Like ok. What’s going on. The little pains start to creep up. So at first I am not to worried. Maybe I just ate something that is not agreeing with me. Well another minute or so go by. And it’s getting worse. Now I am starting to speed. 60 in a 45. I can tell I need to get to a bathroom. Oh god. The pain is really kicking in now. Ya’ll I’m not going to make it. I start the get that cold sweat that covers your entire body telling you bad things are coming. The poop shakes have full on kicked in. I am trying to adjust in my seat. Maybe if I can just take some pressure off my body. Maybe it’s gas. You know when you do that little release test. Sweet god. It’s not gas. I have made it worse. This is going to be bad. Whatever is in my body is trying to tear out! I am picturing scenes from Alien. It want’s out NOW. Holy crap. I am doing full on Lamaze breathing at this time. Like the oxygen is going to stop my butt from exploding. I am in full freak out mode. Now I am really speeding like I am on COPS. Yep if they try to pull me over I am NOT stopping. How do you say I have to poop in sign language for the cops. Oh ya’ll I am going to jail for sure. I can just see the papers now. While trying to arrest Mandy after a high speed chase she craps all over the officer. It’s so bad. It’s trying to escape my body with such force. At this point I am talking to myself. Trying to reassure myself. I’ll be ok. You got this. Just squeeze girl clinch. Oh GOD I can’t. I am actually thinking I might just pull over on the side of the road. Where are all the gas stations. I am writing a stern letter to the city. We need more gas stations. For gods sake. It’s broad day light. Can I really squat on the side of the road. Do I even have napkins in the car. Oh god at this point in time I will need WAY more than napkins. The PAIN THE CRAMPS. I am starting to get nauseous. My shirt is now soaked with the poop sweats. Are you kidding I am going to puke and poop. This is not happening.

I am praying at this time Sweet baby Jesus. If you can just get me to a bathroom I will give you my 1st born. I will give you anything you want. What did I EAT. Whatever it was it wants out NOW! I’m not going to make it. Uggg. I can’t poop on the side of the road. Who knows what damage I will leave behind. I’m almost there. Thank you Thank you. Almost there. Let me just say the Fast and Furious have nothing on me at this point. I’m taking corners like NASCAR. Keep breathing. Clinch JUST Clinch. Up ahead I see it! Oh YES. Come on girl. Almost there. I swing into that parking lot like Tokyo drift. Screeching tires the whole way. I don’t even park the car in a spot. I pull right up to the door. Tow it I don’t care at this point.

I try to jump out the car. YEAH. That is NOT happening. I can hardly stand up straight. Ugg it hurts so bad. It is literally trying to break free and escape. Hunched over and breathing like I am in full on labor I crawl out of the car. I make as much of a dash as I can to the bathroom.

Now I will leave out the details of that ordeal. But lets just say. God help that bathroom. So as I lay on the bathroom floor of Tractor Supply trying to recover. Yes I am on the floor. I don’t care. I am still trying to recover from the pain ok guys. My body has just gone through a trauma. My poor body. I decide at that point in time. I am investing in a camping toilet. That thing is staying in my car. Ya’ll I am afraid the leave. I can’t decide if its over. I might just live in this bathroom. It’s nice. Good Paint color. No I have to go move my car. Slow and steady girl. Slow and Steady.

And I am no longer hungry.

He’s Calling OSHA On Me

So I have been building a small storage shed for the last month. I have been collecting pallets that I find because I am cheap wait I call it thrifty and I am not buying wood. Woods expensive. And in my head I’m going for that rustic look yeah rustic that’s what I will call it. Now I have been pretty happy with myself. I even got a tool belt! So I am on my way up to my construction site. I’m not going to lie. I have a walk ya’ll. It’s a cocky walk. I am a builder. I have my tool belt on. I got my handy dandy drill. I feel like Tim The Tool Man Taylor. I might even start to scratch and chug a beer.  So as I swagger myself on up there and start working on my project I’m feeling pretty powerful. I’m a builder hear me roar. Oh yeah! I’ll be roaring alright.  I set all my supplies up and start working on securing the pallets I have already set in place the day before. I have them tacked on with  screws but now I need to go in and secure them all to each other and to the base I made. I have my little radio with me and I am jamming to Backstreet Boys, YES I like their songs.  “Everybody rock your body, Everybody, Rock your body right” Yes y’all I am really getting into it. So I go to screw in a screw that is in a tight space so I have to angle my arm just a bit and apply some extra pressure on the drill when all of the sudden the drill twarks (is that a word) and just about rips my arm from my body as it throws me into the pallet like I am a piece of unwanted meat. I immediately drop the drill and for a few moments I am just looking at my arm. I mean I am in total shock. How could my arm just do that to me. I feel totally betrayed. Where did it think it was going to go. Why I’m not blaming the drill well the intense pain that is starting to sear it’s way through my body has my mind not working right. I want to move but I can’t remember how. And this entire time I am just standing there looking at my arm. Yep. I think I have torn it from my body. I mean it’s just hanging there.Limp. I killed it!  Well buddy it’s been nice having you at my side. Now I am getting mad at the drill. I even start to yell at it. Why did you just try to kill me. Why did you just rip my arm from my body. You stupid drill. I give a good home. I charged you. You have a nice tool belt to live in. And you just tried to assassinate me. So slowly I start to move my arm. Yep it hurts. I really need this arm. So first I move my fingers and than start on moving the arm. Holy crap. Shooting pain. I might faint, This can’t be good. A little more movement. Well it’s still there. I haven’t torn it off it just feels like it. And of course what starts playing from the Backstreet Boys. “Stronger”. Shut up Backstreet. I’m not stronger than yesterday. My drill just tried to kill me. On a small side note hubby told me to wait for him, he would be home shortly. But OH NO. I’m Tim The Tool Man. So now I have to go inside and call him. And tell him Tim is injured. Ugg I just had to be a builder. I could not just wait. Ms. Independent here. Last time I attempted to build something he said he was calling OSHA on me. Well this should be a fun call. 

That Hurt!

Well that sucked. Went up to the coop this morning for morning chores. Well over night everything froze. On my way back to the house I fell slipped on ice and hurt well my everything. Yep my name is not Grace. Thank goodness I had on my housecoat as I lay in I am sure a ton of chicken and duck poop contemplating how injured I was. And trying to figure out if I peed on myself. There was a glimmer of hope the chickens came to check on me. Running full speed. I was so happy. My girls were coming to check on me. NOPE. They only wanted to see what I dropped and to see if there was anything they could scavenge from me as I lay there. One even stepped over my cold injured body as I lay there. All I can say is I am too old to be falling let alone into the frozen ground. Don’t mind me as I drag my injured poop covered self inside. This is not my day.

I did a Bad Bad thing!

Oh my God y’all I did a bad bad thing! I have had some duck eggs in my incubator. This one did not hatch. So I decided to investigate. Bad bad decision. As I cradled this delicate egg BOOM it explodes. All over me! Somebody help me. It’s so disgusting. I can barely see through the tears from gagging and throwing up so much. Oh my goodness you guys it got on me. It’s on my arms. I can’t get away from it. This is so awful. I’m seriously going to bleach myself. I opened this in my house What Was I Thinkin! Oh my God my dog is gagging! I cannot handle this. Why am I so inquisitive! What Was I Thinkin! This is awful. My house is never going to smell good again. I can’t escape it! I seriously think I might have to move. My poor dog. I think my dog is going to puke. Forget curiosity killed the cat, it’s going to kill me. And my dog! Listen life lesson never ever open an old duck egg! You’ll never be the same.