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Sunday, June 26, 2011

What We Did This Weekend...or What We Did Instead of What We Needed to Do Because I Wanted to Go Fishing

  • I worked at my job 10 hours and it was a rough day. 
  • Got home, picked the house up.
  • When my husband got home, we went on a "date" to Rural King to get feed for the chickens, Wal-Mart so I could be a new fishing pole (and some Beetle Spins...yes, I already lost one), and to Kroger so I could "extreme coupon" then spend 20 minutes telling the cashier what her company's policy is regarding double coupons only to have her say, "I'm not doing it."
  • Fumed all the way home and called my mom and whined about the cashier not doubling my coupons.
  • Searched for the receipt from Kroger so I could call the manager in the morning for 30 minutes and gave up.
  • Made my wonderful husband Spaghettio's for dinner. (Nothing but first class here.)
  • Played the John Deere game on the computer.
  • Did some laundry.
  • Watched the Outdoor Channel until 11 p.m. which is the latest I have been awake in at least a year or two.
  • Took my baby Dozer to the vet which took almost 2 hours and over $100. Ouch.
  • Mowed my yard while Wood rototilled and weeded the gardens.
  • Weeded some more.
  • Weeded some more.
  • Finally said to heck with working and went fishing.
  • Didn't do well.  Lost a beetle spin, caught Wood's rapala in a tree.
  • Came home and made dinner.
  • Ate dinner. It was so good.
  • Watched the Outdoor Channel again until 12 p.m. (Wow!)
  • Got up, made us a ham and egg biscuit and took off to fish.
  • Lost NO lures today. (High-fives self)
  • I caught 2 little blue gill, Wood caught 12.  (It's really ridiculous.  I'm going to google him later and see if he was ever one the Pro fishing circuit.)
  • Came home and cleaned up my husband's truck.  It took 2 hours.
  • Weeded some more! (Fun times!  I can feel the envy radiating off you!)
  • Helped Wood clean the turtle.  (I'll post about this later.)
  • Picked the boy up.
  • Cleaned my house up.
  • Doing laundry and half-assed cooking dinner.  Mostly I start it, Woody makes sure I don't burn it.
  • Gave the dog a bath.  Why is it every time you take your animals to the vet they reek?  I love my dog/horse, but I can't let him near me smelling like that.  He usually smells like sunshine.  He smelled like urine that someone had tried to mask.  It's hard to be a loving mom when your four-legged kid smells like a urinal. 
  • More weeding! (Maybe...)
  • Cutting coupons and looking at the sale ads.
  • Watching "Over the Top", which my husband says is about arm wrestling and is a great movie.  Why I need to watch a movie about arm wrestling is beyond me.  Maybe he feels like I'm the Karate Kid of arm wrestling and he's the old Chinese man and is going to make me train and take down the arm wrestling champion of the world.  I sincerely hope not.  I have a bad shoulder.  I don't like to lose.  I think arm wrestling is mildly stupid. 
  • Try to remember that all I have to do is make it through the next five days of purgatory and then the holy 3-day weekend.

Friday, June 24, 2011

And the hits keep coming...

                                                                                                                                                                          I went to Kroger to super shop.  I get up there with my fist full of coupons, and the high school cashier wanted to argue about the company's policy regarding doubling coupons.  Okay, actually they didn't know they had a policy, she just was certain she wasn't going to double them anyway.  There will be a manager there at 6 a.m. and I'll be calling him.  Until then, I got this with the half of my money they let me save today to keep me company...

"Well there's no way I could make that up!"

           The other evening I had to take the boy to get some things he needed for his football camp this weekend and decided some Mexican sounded good.  I called the husband and had him meet us at the restaurant.  When I got home, the boy and Wood was standing out at the cattle gate waving me over.  I go over there and in the corner is the cutest little box terrier I have ever seen.  And I don't like little dogs.  

          The poor little guy was terrified of Wood and the boy at first so after they moved away he came to me.  And rolled over.  And I feel like at this point in my story I should warn those who might be offended by what was wrong with this fella to stop's not for the faint of heart...

           So the little guy rolls over and Wood and the boy utter a collective "Oh my God!" and I look down, and I look down again because I can't believe what I am seeing.  You know the skin that goes over a male dogs privates?  It's severed in half and the poor little guy's equipment is just hanging there.  I'm a nurse, so things of this nature don't weird me out.  So I looked a little closer, and it's not a new wound.  Matter of fact it's not even recent.  It's completely healed.  But there were nats and such so I irrigated the area.  I must go back to this: it's not a new wound and it was such a clean cut it looks like someone did with a scalpel.  Intentionally.

            So at this point I am convinced that God sent me this lil sweetie for 2 reasons: #1  I am not a weirdo who would ever do that.  #2  I am a sucker for animals.   I'm also wondering why in the Earth any compassionate human would have not had little guy's "situation" fixed.

            But I go ahead and do the right thing and Wood goes around to all the neighbors and I put a post on facebook and craig's list.  Then I fall in love with the little sweetie.  I tell my husband I am keeping this dog.  I name him Petey.  I start doing financial figures in my head about what it's going to cost to get him fixed up. 

            I call my vet the next morning and I tell them about little Petey's "issue".  The receptionist says,
         "Are you kidding me!"
         "Well there's no way I could make that up!"

          She proceeds to tell me she knows the dog and the owners and they have been looking for him.  They live right up the road.  She asks me if I can meet Petey's owners at 3:30.  I reply I guess.

           I tell you honestly, the dog didn't seem to want to go.  I'm glad Mason was willing to help with the whole mess.  We get to the vet and the gentleman says, "We figured someone picked him up them dumped him when they seen his disability."  To which I replied, "Oh he was born like that?"  In my head, I knew that it was not congenital, but I figured I ask anyhow, because I am big enough to admit I can be snarky like that.  His answer was no.  What!?  I didn't feel bad for being snarky all the sudden.

          What I wanted to reply was, "What you are really trying to say is that the dog got grossly injured and you didn't have the decency to have it fixed?  Are you joking?  That, sir, is not a handicap.  It's a shame for that poor animal.  I had to irrigate it because nats were in it!"

         I've said this before, I am ashamed to say, but sometimes doing the right thing doesn't feel right at all.  In my eyes, that is the same thing as the boy breaking his leg and us deciding not to have it set and casted and calling it a "handicap." 

         Sorry about this rant, but I have been a mess all day about the poor little fella.  Am I wrong?  Tell me, someone.


Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The X-Games of Coupons

         Mom's got me "extreme couponing" like a crazed maniac.  She says once I get the system down and used to carrying around a binder full of coupons it'll get easier and faster.  Honestly, I just would love to save the money.  I'll find time to do it if I can save enough cash.

        My first excursion was to CVS.  I have the Plus card, and I am very familiar with the store since it put me through college the first time. 

        I bought:
  • 8 pack of CVS paper towels
  • 2-11 ounce bottles of Gain dishsoap
  • 1-8ounce can of Herbal Hairspray
  • 1-8.5 ounce bottle of Pantene Leave-in Conditioner
  • 1-12.6 ounce Pantene Shampoo
  • 1-12.6 ounce Pantene Conditioner
  • 1-4 ounce tube of Colgate
               The total would have been $43.04. Between coupons, specials, and sales my savings was $28.12.  So I got all this for $14.92.  
                Not too bad, I don't think, for my first time out of the gates!

Sunday, June 19, 2011

It Wasn't Supposed to Be a Lazy Weekend, But It Was

Well, the weather didn't cooperate with my big plans to get everything weeded this weekend.  Or much of anything else done outside.

Thursday night I cleaned this whole house top to bottom.  And, I made a good dinner for the first time all week.  I had been feeding these poor folks little league food all week.  That doesn't fly very long around here.

Friday after I got off work it was hotter than a cut monkey and after the long week we both had at work, we decided to take it easy.  And I mean easy.  I did a load of laundry or two but that was it.  It was too wet to weed or mow so we literally took a cooler and two lawn chairs out in the yard and sat.  The boy had a friend over and they caught a few frogs and skinned them.  I know, the fast life we're leading here.  Better slow down. LOL.

Saturday morning it was raining to beat all hell so we went to Rural King and then the grocery.  I bought me a new rattle-trap to try this weekend.  I ordered some more banjo minnows but they won't be in until the at least the 22nd.  It finally quit raining so me and the husband took the fridge out of the garage and cleaned it all out and under it to see if it starts working a little better.  So far, so good, but I'm a little nervous to put any meat in the freezer since we lost almost all our deer when it went out the last time.  Gosh, is it hunting season yet? I really need to get us a field target so I can practice some more.  And it's fun for the three of us to be out there blowing each other crap.  But anyhow.  Too wet to do much, but Wood did manage to fry up the frog legs for the boys to tray and get the yard mowed.  Me and the boy got a little bit of weeding done in the back garden.  Then we hung out and got some worms to go fishing today.

It rained last night but when the boy woke us up a 6 a.m., it seemed like it might be a clear day.  We went out and Wood started reeling in blue gill in left and right.  At one point he was fishing with three poles and looked at me and said, irritatedly, mind you, "Gosh, I can't get anything done they keep bitin' so fast!"  Aw, poor wittle baby!  I thought we might get stormed out for a minute but we didn't.  About the 7th time I cast my brand-new rattle-trap out the stupid line broke.  Gosh, that really ticks me off-brand new lure, and I lose it the first day.  After we got back I went and seen my mom and dad, then came home and cut coupons for what seemed like an eternity.  I still have to look at the ads. Momma's extreme-couponing-fever has finally wore off on me, as if I don't have enough hobbies and projects.  But hey, if it can save us money and help us build up our food storage, I'm all for it.  The problem is I've all ready been turning the idea around in my head that if I can save enough money I can put what I save back to take Wood and the boy to Real Foot next year to fish.  No wonder I can never get ahead. :)

This afternoon I got some things to finish up.  We made a big meal for Father's Day and had H. out.  Grilled chicken, pork n' beans, homemade cheddar garlic rolls, potato cakes and Scottish shortbread.  I guess that explains why I can't be around people who diet or count carbs.  I tried that Atkins diet once, and I swear I craved biscuits and gravy so bad I dreamt about them.  When it comes right down to it, I could be stick-thin, but you'd have to lock me in a cage or I'd attack people for biscuits and baked goods.  I would stalk the Amish.  It's an ugly thought, so for everyone around me's safety, I have to have carbs.  And fried food.  And gravy.  Any kind really.

By the way, Wood is killing me and the boy in the Great 2011 Fish-Off.  The boy did get honorable mention for biggest fish.

Always the first one to catch anything.  It's aggravating. 

His only catch of the day.  Ha! Ha!  I had to say that. Sorry.

"It's a bird, it's a plane, its....."

...a turtle.  Nice try yelling, "I think I got something huge!"

This picture won't win me any awards.  Why am I staring at this fish like I just hit the lottery?  I am SUCH a dork.  And it really is helped by the just-rolled-out-of-bed-to-go-fishing-and-no-make-up look I was aiming for.  Next time I will put in the effort not to look so gosh-darn excited over a large goldfish.

Today's Standings:
Wood: 15 + a turtle
Mandy: 4
Mason: 1

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Happy Father's Day

          I don't think dads get enough credit.  And they should.  So in honor of Father's Day, I'd like to thank the men in my life that have loved me unconditionally.  Thanks for being the dad and papaws you are.  I love you guys.

           My dad.  I think I get my fashion sense from him. Okay, just joking,dad, but really...what an outfit!  Thanks for being the dad you didn't have to be, no matter how bad of a teenager I was.  I know it wasn't easy, and I now know that you put a hex on me because now I have 3 bad step kids.  (They aren't really bad, but I wouldn't ever tell them that.)  I vaguely remember you warning me about karma.  Anyhow, I love you dad.  Your the best.

       My Pepaw.  This man is my ninja.  He worked all the time and farmed up until he retired.  He has true grit.  My Pepaw would drive 40 minutes 3 times a week to pick me up from school, then another 30 minutes to take me to the clinic for allergy injections, without fail, for 6 years straight.  No matter what happened or what went on, I knew he would be outside waiting for me.  He is quiet, but when he talks you know it means something.  And he always let me read his National Geographic.  I have only heard this man raise his voice once.  Thanks, Pepaw, for always taking care of me and Mom.  I love you.

         My husband.  Drops anything and everything at any point in time for his kids.  Gets up every morning and makes the boy breakfast (real breakfast, not cereal of pop tarts.)  He hangs out with his kids, take them fishing and hunting and it isn't a chore for him.  He really does love those kids with all his heart.  It's one of the reasons I fell in love with him.  I love you babe.

          My Papaw Fisher.  The first time I met him I was probably 13, but I lay odds he loved me just as much as Pepaw York.  He was hands down the orneriest man I will ever meet.  When people talk about someone being a family man, they haven't met this guy.  I'm pretty sure his picture is right next to "family man".  He was the biggest kid at every Christmas.  When I was a teenager, him and Mamaw took me and my little sister to Holiday World, and I think he had more fun than we did.  I don't think he ever let me forget about being asleep in the motor home while he was driving and I rolled out of the bed.  We lost my Papaw in February of this year.  I'm not sure anyone will ever be missed as much has he is in my family.  We all love and miss you.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Busy, stressed...

Ever get to a point where you feel like there are millions of things that need done and you probably would get them all done if you didn't need to sleep or eat?  That's where I am at right now.  I'm also traveling towards the place where you realize how hard you work and your check seems to get smaller and smaller and bills are getting bigger and bigger.  Eventually these two points will intersect at a place I like to call "I'm-fed-up-with-giving-a-shit."  I think I'll be there in appoximately 12 hours.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Gone Fishing

           It was a decent day to do a little fishing.  I had to be talked into it though, because it was only 60 degrees out and windy, and I'm of the opinion that anything cooler than 80 degrees is cold.

          I was bored at first.  I still didn't feel real great, it was cold, and I wasn't catching anything.  Doesn't matter that no one else had caught anything yet...

        Then Wood pulls out this bass.  

      And once I figured out that the boys had given me crappy bait, I made them put a rattletrap on mine and I caught this 20 pounder.  Okay, so maybe more like 1.2 ounces but it's my fish story!

    Then, I feel resistance on my line and I'm like, "Okay, this is either a decent fish or a whole lot of lakeweeds."  No!  I caught TWO on my line.  As cool as it was, it'll never happen again.

       Then Mason finally caught one.  

So here's the score, and I am really going to keep track.
        Wood: 2
        Mandy: 3
        Mason: 1

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Turtle....'s what's for dinner.  :)  More on this later, though.  The sun is shining, I'm feeling better, and I got jam to make. 

Friday, June 10, 2011

Did I Mention I Accidently Deleted My Blog?

I'm very sorry.  I lost my followers. Please forgive me.  :)

I Spoke Too Soon

       I was just bragging the other day about how I haven't been sick in forever.  Guess who is really sick?  Me!  I am under strict orders not to do anything, which lets me off the hook because I seriously don't feel like doing much.  My throat feels like I swallowed glass.  I am taking this homeopathic stuff though that seems to help some. 

       In other news, I somehow managed to delete my blog, but it's back up now. (Duh, state the obvious, Mandy.)  I did, however, intentionally delete my facebook.  It genuinely serves no purpose for me and I really didn't like how it kept posting my cell even though I kept going into my account and telling it "NO!" very firmly.  It's not that I don't like talking to people and keeping up on how their lives are, it's just that, for me, facebook was just social experiment proving how people take something so minute and blow it into a disaster.  That's just not for me.  Too much he said/she said with about 8 confabulations added to it.  To make it easier for said people, I've added an email feature to this blog.  That way you can forward a copy of whatever you want to whomever you want, without adding anything.  It's simple.  That's how I like to keep things.   :)
         My plans for this weekend are as follows:  Get better, get better and get better.  Being sick is for the birds.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The Little Herb Garden That Barely Could...

          I cut some of the first herbs we ever had Sunday.  It felt more like winning the Daytona 500.  I really was beginning to worry about these fellas.  But, come Sunday night I had fresh basil for our bruschetta.  OMG.  The difference was remarkable.  Some of the pots of herbs are looking a little rough, because in Indiana it's cold and wet all spring, then summer is fire and brimstone without a drop of rain. 
            I am trying to not bite my nails over this herb garden.  In the dreamy stupor that is planning your garden when there's 4 foot of snow and ice outside, I had visions of how fan-freaking-tastic my little herb patch would be.  It's lacking some luster in the light of day though.  I had visions of sprigs of dried herbs in pretty Ball jars (I'm a very visual person, you'll get that I'm sure) lines up on the pantry.  I had daydreams of making my own tea.  It's kinda looking now like if I get some basil to make pesto and bruschetta and some cilantro for salsa, it'll be a red-letter summer.  Oh well.  As I say every summer, "Maybe next year..."
           How's everyone else's garden doing in this 100 index heat and no rain?


             I wish I could eloquently put into words what peace I feel when I am at home.  I had someone tell me the other day that people think she's crazy because she knows when God's trying to tell her something.  I don't think it's crazy at all.  I knew when I was four this was the house I was going to have come hail or high water.  I can even vaguely remembering telling my grandparents that and they said, "Oh, you'll go lots of places...why settle for that ol' place."  No, I won't.  Don't want to and ain't going to.  How I ended up here is kind of funny, but I guess when God talks, and you try not to hear, He screams.
            I ended up in this house, because I'll be damned if my husband wasn't living in it.  I didn't know it for the longest time, we were just friends then.  And I was pretty disappointed when I found out he was living in my house.  I guess God decided I needed a man, too.  I'd trade this house in a heartbeat now to keep the man.
            At any rate, as luck would have it, we are both in love with each other and this ol' place.  Doesn't matter that there's millions of things that need to be done.  Doesn't matter that my countertops haven't been replaced or we've still yet to build the decks around the front I've dreamed about.  If they never get built so be it.  I could care less what other people have. I have everything I ever really wanted.  What more could you ask out of life than a home that makes you homesick before you get out of your drive and a man that loves you so much it makes you weak in the knees? 

Monday, June 6, 2011

The Other Half

        Since I met my husband 4 years ago today, I just thought just say how much I love this guy.  We had a weird start, but hey, what's life without a little craziness?
            Yes, I am still head-over-heels in love with him. (For all you naysayers who said that wouldn't last.)  Four years may not be a lot up against my memaw and papaw's 68 but we'll get there, and Lord knows what we've been through already.  I'm just glad for some reason he doesn't think I'm neurotic most days and that he wakes up a half hour before me to make sure my coffee is ready at 3 a.m.  We work together on everything.  We can still sit and talk for hours without running out of things to say. He does the dishes every morning.  He tells me I'm beautiful without make up and means it.  I've never seen him even look at another woman.  I never worry about him not following through.  He's a wonderful dad who drops everything and will spend everything to help those he loves.  He's romantic without being ridiculous.  (Which is good, because heaven knows I'm not the least romantic.)  He is my best friend, and most importantly he's honest and I know he loves me just as much as I love him.  Here's to four years and four hundred more.

        I just have one more thing to say, babe:
                 "Might I add...that is a fine son you're raising!"

Sunday, June 5, 2011

I Shouldn't Be Allowed grow asparagus.  I love asparagus.  I  could eat it at least every other day.  Do you know how much space it would take for us to grow all the asparagus we can eat?  I wouldn't have to mow my yard anymore, that's for sure.
         The fact of the matter is I have absolutely no patience.  I have a lot of major character flaws, primarily impatience.  I can't stand waiting on something to produce, grow or flower.  It produces an anxiety within me unparalleled by most of my other outrageous worries.  Now that I honestly think about it, gardening is about the worst thing for me to do.  Too many variables, too many things I can't control = profound agitation.  But I love it.  As much worry and nail-biting as it causes me, there isn't much greater than walking out your back (or front door...thank you Woody!) and grabbing whatever it is you need to feed your family.

        Anyhow.  Asparagus.  My Memaw had a line of asparagus along her back pasture fence.  I remember them being huge ferns with little red and yellow bulbs, but I never remember eating asparagus there.  And I was there all the time.  I do remember my mom making me eat store-bought canned asparagus, which I absolutely hated because it tasted and smelled just like pond scum.  Flash forward 20 years and I love real asparagus,  not that abomination they put in a tin can and try to sell you. 

        We decided a couple years ago to grow our own, so Woody bought 2 or 3 crowns.  Everything I read says not to cut it the first year and that maximum production can be reached in 8-10 years.  What?!  Are you serious?  So, in my ever-growing futile attempt not to have to buy anything at the store, we planted 9 more crowns this spring.  I read a bunch of mumbo-jumbo about trenches, mulching and blah-blah-blah.  I can tell you this, as complicated as they make it sound, I know my Memaw never did any of that crap to hers.  Because she wouldn't have.  Things in her garden either thrived or died, but she wasn't going to baby them along to feed us.  If something didn't produce, it never got replanted. 

          The thing about the asparagus is that at my house there is an oversight committee that gives me permission to harvest our asparagus.  The hard and fast rules of asparagus agriculture be damned, if I see a spear that looks tasty, I'll cut it down, put it on the grill and directly into my mouth.  But not anymore.  Every time I think I'll harvest a tasty niblet, my husband appears like he just got beamed down from the Starship Enterprise and says something to the effect, "That paper (that came with the asparagus crowns) says you need to be patient the first couple years and not harvest any."  Really?  Because I have a knife and a fork here that dare you to come two foot closer and say that.  Just kidding.  I kid. I'm a kidder.  I would never hurt my husband when I'm hungry, but I'll be the first to admit I get downright irritable.

Yes, I cut this sucker down and had it ate within minutes.
          The same goes with the new apple trees we planted 2 years ago.  In my head, I should be canning quarts and quarts of applesauce, pie apples and cider.  I don't think I even seen a damn blossom this spring.  I planted a grape arbor this year, and I'll be furious next year when I haven't got quart after quart of juice and jelly put up.  It's unreasonable, it's irrational, and yet I continue to fuss and fret and yell at plants.  I'm not a patient farmer.  I see success measured in bumper crops of turnips and radishes that I have to get creative with because I plant hundreds when a small patch will do.  I plant more onions than I have ever seen anyone ever plant because if I have to buy them at the store in February, I feel utterly defeated.  I look at our lawn and reckon that if we tilled most of it up we could plant wheat and enough potatoes so I'd never pay $4.99 for a 5-pound bag again.  Like I said, I border crazy.  Sometimes, even touch a toe down on the other side of crazy. 

         Kind of makes you wonder how they used to feed their families all year-long out of a garden smaller than half of one of ours.  How did any of the asparagus ever survive without a pamphlet giving you permission to harvest?  :)

Exciting Stuff

          We have been real busy, but two "exciting things"... Yesterday Woody got a call to get a 4+foot snake out of his aunt kitchen and it wasn't very cooperative.  I have no idea how the snake got there.  What I can tell you are these things:  when the dumb black snake tried to strike out, I thought I was going to faint and hit the floor for the first time in my life & Woody's aunt let me borrow some old Sam Elliot movies.  I really love Sam.  If I wouldn't have gotten married to Woody, he was runner-up.  (Joking!  But seriously, he makes the Coors Beer commercials awesome.)

           Our other "exciting" thing: we were sitting out front resting for a minute.  There was no wind or anything.  Next thing we know, there's a big 'CRACK' and a huge limb falls about 3 feet from where we are sitting, and smashes some of the fence around my flower bed.  My husband jumps up and is fussing about the fence.  I am glad it didn't split one of our skulls. 

           Anyhow, I got a lot to do today since (lucky me) I have to go back to work tomorrow.  See ya'll later.