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Sunday, June 26, 2011

The hardest to learn was the least complicated

Frank and I passed during the daytime. It was like a cool northwestern breeze, unexpected and pleasant.

I felt a tad bit guilty that I was folding laundry, and William needed to be changed. I hate laundry, so I don't do it often. I used to make sure meal time was a time for polite chat and connection.
Now it seems that if it is hot and I can get him to watch his son while I chore, I've accomplished something.

Frank did his critical stare when he looked first towards William and then worked up to me.
Ya just never know at times like this....I felt my chest get tight, not knowing if he was going to say something that would make me leap up to kiss him or say something that would make me want to sink into the carpet in shame.

Is he accessing the situation, thinking that I am great....or has he stress from things beyond my control and he is just looking to yell at the only person who has NO control. The stereotypical "straw man" For all intensive purposes, I will call it the "Redhead in the valley of the "unGreiner".(those NOT able to join the DAR)

He smiles at me, tells me that the baby looks nothing like him, and asks me if he should invite his oldest Brother to the movie he plans to take Brandon to. I tell Frank that I think that would be great,but please remember you have your son with you and make sure he isn't privy to adult conversations.
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I get 3 bags of meat on my front stoop. Wow...its been a long time since I have had true Greiner Beef and I am appreciative. I put them in the freezer, and Frank talks about how he and Russ saw a lot of movies....

I am so happy that he is going to a movie with our Son, and I am equally happy that he is connecting with his brother in a "non-farm" way.

The evening was good.

Upon report from Frank, Russel had some relevant parenting tidbits.

Apparently there were lots of "don't tell Karey" and "Don't tell Mom." Hold his hand before he crosses the street. Make sure she doesn't give William raw milk until he is 5.......It would never be true to Greiner tradition unless there were many things said and nothing anyone could  report to one another.

I am so glad it was a night between fathers and sons, brothers and uncles....this that and the other.
I am  just glad it was.......

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Friday, June 17, 2011

I think I'm gonna like it HERE!!!

The day before yesterday Frank and I went to the sale barn to buy a couple of "nurse cows." I'll explain more later, but I fell head over heels in love with one. I named her Opal because she has this little white oval dot on her head that looks like an Opal.

(google image)

She was a "Cull Cow" which means that she was being sent through the barn in order to be made into McDonalds' hamburgers. It was a risk, but I got her cheap. There were two really high powered cattle buyers there and they like to swing their checkbooks at each other. I told Frank that if he let me bid, they wouldn't bid against me because they would know I was going to take her home. They would put her on a truck and take her to slaughter. (he didn't believe me)

When I raised my hand, they both snapped back their neck, saw me, and they didn't bid again. I bought the second one for 8cents a pound less. (AWESOME! See...My fundamental belief that people are GOOD, held fast!) Neither of them gave a hoot if I took home a Jersey Cull Cow, as long as the other guy didn't get her too cheap.

Jersey's are really tough to come by and when you can get someone to let one go, they are about $1500 for a bred heifer who has never had a calf and you have NO idea how she will milk or behave. I have spoken to several organic Jersey dairies around here and they wouldn't even speak to me about selling a "low producer". They would rather send them through the kill sale ring then admit that they had a cow that would give 6 gallons a day as opposed to 10.

I'd of given the SAME dairy that wouldn't sell me a cow $1000 bucks for Opal, but they sent her through the kill pen and I got her for $550!


For a "family cow" that is perfect.


(Google image)

When I got Opal home and she met Rose, my Holstein cow, she was just in heaven. She went to the clean fresh water....then she went to the good hay, then she went into the dry barn....then she met the goats. (wasn't super fond of them...but she warmed up quickly.)
Then she got out onto the pasture. At first she was eating the weeds by the fence, not quite sure there was GOOD alfalfa pasture about 7 more steps in. When she realized this was her new home after everything she went through, I'm pretty sure she was singing this song~!




http://youtu.be/_nM_-CFRBS8

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

My Job

I have had SO many people ask me what my actual "Job" is around here. What am I responsible for, what do I do on a day to day basis. There really isn't an easy answer for that question, but I found this poem YEARS ago and it describes my job description around here perfectly!


MY JOB

It's not my Job to run the Train,
The whistle I can't blow.
It's not my Job to say how far the Trains allowed to go.
It's not my job to blow off steam,
Nor even clang the bell.
But let the damn thing jump the tracks,
And see who catches hell!


I've had it...

Once again I find myself in a position around here where I feel like I am running faster and faster around in circles chasing my tail and not really accomplishing anything.

It seems like I fall into bed each night completely exhausted, but yet still feel like I'm not any further a head than I was that morning. I walk though my daily routine, wishing I could put on horse blinders so that I can't see out of the sides of my eyes all of the things I need to get done.

Case in point. My cupboards which before the baby came, were meticulously organized and clean. They now are a disaster area. I need to get a plan. I need to blog more. It seems when I blog I really focus on what I have accomplished and not what I haven't gotten around to.
That gives me a shot of energy that it like a snowball effect, growing and growing under it's own momentum.


 I need to get rid of some of this crap. It has been a year and 80% of it hasn't been touched.

 I need to figure out something more usable and less sloppy for Frank's "library in the loo." It's such an eyesore.
This isn't too bad...

I am going to dedicate a room a day to deep cleaning and organization. Of course I realize that this bathroom will only take a day, but the kitchen will take a week. The dining room a day, but Brandon's room will take 2.

Brandon has a baseball game tonight (if it ever stops raining) and Bertena has a birthday and a dance recital tomorrow...
I need to get focused and keep myself on a schedule. I need to make sure I don't get sick--it seems when I am under the weather for a day or two the whole damn train falls off the tracks.
I need to learn how to tell people "NO, I'm sorry but I can't do that for you." Frank tops the list of people I can't seem to say NO to....

I need to drink more red wine and take longer baths...

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Victoria's Secret

SSSHHHH........Don't tell anyone I told you this, but....

Don't all good juicy stories start like that?
I know it has been a long time since I've blogged, but I thought I would let you in on Victoria's Secret....

When your skinny enough to look good in their $280 swimsuits.....you can't afford them.


There, I just said it.
If they hang me for that, Tell em' I'd look better in the green Hi-cut bottom and string bikini top. (I'd get caught dead in that!)
Pardon the model...she is hungry and grumpy....

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Man Cave Experience

Frank and I had a discussion this evening about me spending the evening downstairs in the basement in front of a 73 inch flat screen television, and him spending the evening upstairs with William and Brandon. I, was going to LOVE the peace and quiet...oh glory would be mine to be able to sleep all night without having to worry about anything. I also swore if anyone dared wake me up, I'd come up the stairs mad as hell!

Kind of a "Grass is always greener on the other side of the septic tank" sort of argument.

I made it about 2 hours.
In a nutshell....it sucks down there.

I don't know how anyone can go to sleep so far from their family. What if there is a break in? A fire? A child who wakes up scared and needs Mommy?

It's LONELY down there.
So I will check in on Brandon for the third time tonight, kiss his little forehead and tell him in his sleep how much Mommy loves him.
I will fall asleep in the recliner until William wakes up in his swing. I will change his pants, feed him, and sing until he falls back to sleep, no matter how long it takes or how tired I am.

I will also NEVER ever again wish I could be down in the Man Cave all by myself.
Because it really sucks down there! NO amount of Hi-def, TV,  wide screen, surround sound, could take the place of your family.