Hello, I've been busy, but not with anything terribly interesting. I do have a newly-formed opinion I'd like to share with you. It may be a bit divisive, and I would just ask that you respect my beliefs.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Argh, Groceries is killing me, man! He is the most expensive free cat I've ever had. I took him to the vet last week because he was peeing blood--I know this because he has taken to peeing in the sink. IN THE SINK. On one hand, that is super gross, but on the other, the sink is not upholstery and is easily cleaned. So it turned out he had a UTI and I paid the extra fifteen dollars to have them give him a shot rather than do the oral antibiotics, which brought the total to $106. Money well spent, because it is worth fifteen dollars to me to not have to wrestle medicine into a cat. But the problem is not solved, because as of this morning he is still peeing blood, and also he has tapeworms, as John discovered the other night, when he found a white, wriggling worm segment on Groceries's butt. I am so thoroughly disgusted by this whole thing. So back to the vet we went, where he cost us another $79, and this time I get to smash worm medicine into his food as well as give him an oral antibiotic. He won't eat the food if there is medicine in it, by the way. Plus he always rage-pees in the carrier when I take him to the vet, so now my clothes smell like cat pee. Why do I have animals?
Friday, May 29, 2015
I am deep in the throes of prepping for Travis Sorenson Day, which is a holiday John and I have created, and which maybe I've mentioned before, I don't remember. In short, we've declared a holiday in honor of one of John's childhood friends, because Travis has always remembered John's birthday ever since John moved to Utah, and John felt bad that he never reciprocated, so we decided that we would start celebrating Travis's birthday. That was long ago, in the halcyon days of 2008. We were so young then! Also we didn't have air conditioning, which was hard on our guests, since there was no way to escape from the oppressive heat of late May in Utah. How times have changed. For this year's festivities we're having pork tacos, which is what I'm busy with right now. We cleaned the patio off last weekend, and Grant spent six hours, literally, mowing the lawn. It's been so rainy that we haven't been able to mow and it was like the pampas of Argentina out there.
I still haven't dared to open my beehive and get the honey. All the other bee people are nagging me and prophesying dire events if I don't, but nuts to them.
I think maybe Sally and Minerva aren't actually pregnant? Surely they would have kidded by now. They aren't getting any fatter, and there are only two weeks left in the window of time to correspond with the buck being here. Strange. Maybe he was shooting blanks. Or maybe they saw what happened to Hazel and were like NOPE, REABSORBING NOW.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Someone told me the other night that they couldn't imagine me getting angry or yelling at my kids, which I guess means that I'm successfully passing as a nice person. Good job, me!
I mean, I am generally nice, in that I don't believe in being rude for no reason, and I almost always accept food assignments for funerals and such, and yeah, I try to help children improve their literacy even though they act like jerks, but my gooey center is not a sweet one. I think my gooey center probably tastes like tobacco spittle.
While slogging my way through the twitters I realized that when I scroll using the touchpad my computer makes a barely-audible clicking sound, sort of like ruffling pages in a book, and I am so annoyed by this now that if I were a baby I would be fussing SO MUCH, and my parents would probably have to buy a white noise machine to drown out the sound of the clicks so I could sleep. Except, here's the part I've never figured out: how can anyone sleep with the sound of white noise? "Hey, you know that noise you hear when your radio station isn't coming in very clear? That sound that's so irritating that you'd rather not listen to the radio at all? Let's make a machine that makes that noise all the time, and it will sell like hotcakes!" Babies are crazy is what I'm saying.
I don't think I ever missed the bus when I was in junior high or high school, but I drive Grant and/or Emmett to school at least once a week. This is how you know I'm not doing a very good job on them. At least they're not on drugs, that we know about, but if they could add "can catch the school bus" and "is considerate of others" to their resumes it would be really neat.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Well, friends and neighbors, I have good news and bad today. Bad news first, so we get it over with. I went out to check on the goats this morning and discovered that Hazel had died kidding last night. No babies survived, because it looks like she died pushing the first kid--there were just some hooves poking out and that's it. This is really sad for me, because Hazel was my good little buddy. She loved me from the get-go and followed me around like a dog. She was the calming influence on Sally and Minerva, and if they are manageable at all it is thanks to her good example. She was a great mother, the best of all our goats. Little Hazelnut, you will be missed.
The good news is that I'm watching our neighbors' goats for them while they are on vacation, and Sage, who is Hazel's sister, kidded triplets last night, two girls and a boy. They were all dry and happy when I found them, so I moved them into a separate pen where they'll be away from the trampling of the other goats, and doctored their navels. They're pretty cute.
I bought a Purple Prince crabapple to replace our Shogetsu flowering cherry that died like the weak sauce it is. Fellow Northern Utahns: do not be tempted by the flowering cherry. They are so gorgeous, but they are not built for our climate.
I'm cooking some dinner for a friend who has stage 2 non-alcoholic cirrhosis, and I'm a little freaked out that I might accidentally kill him? I'm going to try French toast with yogurt and fruit and hope for the best.