In a Fog

Not only is this the most stressful time of year but it is also the time of year that I chose to get sick. Stuffy, foggy, watery eyes, runny nose, headache, can't sleep and grumpy. I woke up like this yesterday morning, then was fine during the day but as soon as night approached it all came back. I went to bed at 8:30 after taking two NyQuil Sinus liquicaps, slept well until around 1:00 am, then tossed and turned, couldn't breath. I am hoping it will pass when the sun comes up.

I would like to be down and depressed, everyone I know has high speed internet, they tell me all the things that they can do online. I continue to sit here in this seat, click on a link and wait and wait and wait. I have no control over that though, nothing that we can afford comes to our area, nothing comes to our area period. Our only option is Satellite and it is too pricey and too unreliable.

I also need a new computer, this one is on it's last legs. I need a new camera, we need to sell horses (our constant money drain), my DH needs a permanent job, we need a house. I need some socks.

We were reading a local article online the other night about a 6 yr. old girl who told someone that she didn't believe in Santa Claus because he had never brought her anything for Christmas. Of course, the person that she told this to went out and bought her a bunch of stuff. We laughed about it because my 5 yr. old Granddaughter had recently told me the very same thing. My Son commented that Santa had never brought him anything either. I said that in all of my 50 years, Santa Claus had never brought me anything, people sure are gullible

Then there were my plans of milking Calico all winter and having Paris kid in the spring, then start milking her after her babies are weaned and breed Calico to kid in the fall.

A perfect plan, except that Calico is faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive and is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. She got out of her barn stall, somehow got out of the barn and lured Cooter through his electric fence. I found them together happily eating what was left of my little pine tree in the yard.

Like I said, I would like to be down and depressed but I am reading "The Last Full Measure" by Jeff Shaara and reading about what those men went through during the Civil War makes it a little hard to feel sorry for yourself.

So Glad It's Over

Well Christmas has come and gone, so I can resume my normal life. I didn't get much for Christmas but I wasn't expecting much. All I asked for was 3 Barred Rock Hens but I think that I might be getting more than that, along with some Rhode Island Reds. We haven't gone to pick them up yet, so I am not sure how many there are.

Chickens are handy to have around for more reasons than just eggs, they keep the insect population down. I bought nine young hens and a rooster this summer and all but two of the hens ended up being roosters. I considered butchering them myself because I thought it might be something that I needed to be able to do, but after going online, reading the "How to's" and seeing the pictures, I decided that I wasn't ready to take that step yet. So all of the roosters ended up going to the local Sale Barn and I at least got my initial investment back.

Our biggest Christmas surprise was discovered Christmas morning after the bright full moon of Christmas Eve. Our Stallion had gotten what he had wished for from Santa Claus, he had made it into the big pasture with all of the other horses. We don't know how he did it, he had to have gone through two fences but no fences were damaged. I guess Santa just picked him up with his sleigh and carried him over. It was a Christmas nightmare for all of the geldings in the big pasture, who have missing hair, gashes and cuts. But I guess it pleased all of the unbred mares, the bred mares didn't care either way.