Think heavy Georgia accent. The show is "I didn't know I was pregnant until I delivered" or some such. I could understand a couple of them, but not the moms who already had 3 kids. What really got me was the anouncer's statement (with amazement!!) "... vaginally delivered without an epidural or any pain meds!!!!"
Imagine!!!!!! Can you even believe it?
In other news: I came home last night to the fan blowing HOT air. The compressor is out AGAIN!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
More Coop Poop
Here are three pics of my progress from today. In my mind, I have already built this thing. In real life, it is a slow process. Of course it would help if I had plans and/or knew what I was doing.
Notice the door for accessing the nests. My goal is to make a very well ventilated coop. I think the heat is much more of an issue than the cold.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
San Diego
I had a great visit with Cy these last three days. The only thing that could have made it better was to have had Kimberly there. I could tell Cy was missing her.Of course this means I will just have to make another trip very soon!
The weather was really nice and I only needed the one sweater I packed. We played disc golf and rode the bikes up to the cliffs (I felt like the wicked witch of the west riding in that upright way with a basket on the bike, even if it was on the front). Cy smoked me at Scrabble and I busted my ass on the beach on a mossy rock (you would think that I had learned better by now. Once again, I sacrificed my elbows to save my head). Cy cooked some super fantastic steak bites -twice! Rick and Celeste ate dinner with us one night. We went for a long hike to a waterfall that you wouldn't expect to find in the middle of a lot of rocks and dry looking stuff (I didn't fall this time), and Cy got to practice his snake handling skills three times. We had Mom's apple pie in Julian and fed C-Lo lots of yummy greens.
I can't figure out how to get Cy's picture off of my phone and onto here because the phone is NOT an I phone. I will try to post from the video later this week, but I have to buy a cable first. So, be looking for that and check back often.
In the meantime, here is the progress from before I left and a tiny bit tonight. I also had to put those rocks I told Cy about up there tonight as Suzy says something got in there and ate some eggs. Okay, Cy, I will see you and Kimberly soon!! I love you lots and lots and lots. XXXX OOO
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The New Coop
In the process of building the new coop - finally! I am building it and figuring each part out as I go. Yes, Paul, if the base looks familiar, it was in the garage. I moved it, flipped a couple of braces and cut the middle of course. I also built a kayak rack. The kayaks are chained together. They aren't theft proof, but I guarantee that anyone who wants them will have to work to get em.
I have included a picture of my cordless drill. It really should be up on a pedestal. What an awesome tool! No wonder grown men drool over these things.
And finally, pre-San Diego trip, Suz and crew stopped by with something to take and two bottles of IZZE. After a long hot day of working in the sun building a chicken coop, nothing, NOTHING was better than an ice cold IZZE sparkling raspberry yesterday. Today it was pomegranite. YUM!!!
Friday, June 5, 2009
AC and Aunt Char
So my AC was fixed yesteday. Just in time for the cool front of 30 minutes followed by warmer air, but at least low humidity.
I have to put down some memories of Aunt Char for her upcoming birthday celebration in July.
I am sure my whole family has many fond memories 'cause I think Aunt Charlotte and Uncle Wayne were a very popular pair (there were a total of 22 PAIRS of aunts and uncles in my family).
So here it is: Aunt Char and Uncle Wayne would come to visit us from "across the mountain." We lived in Sheridan, Wyoming and they lived in Greybull, Wyoming. Greybull is a 90+ mile drive through the Big Horn Mountains with many a hairpin turn and signs that say "look out for falling rock." My entire family always made a joke out of "Falling Rock" as if we were looking for an Indian... But I digress.
Uncle Wayne was a Brakeman for the Burlington Northern. He made trips all over the western states. Since our house was conveniently located next to the railroad tracks, we ran to wave at every train, always looking to see if the Engineer was Uncle Bill (Waddell - on my mother's side), or if the Brakeman was Uncle Wayne (Adamy - Aunt Char husband, Aunt Char being my father's sister.
I adored Aunt Char. Some of it may have had to do with the fact that I was always told that I was named after Aunt Char. Just the CH part I think, because Cheryl and Charlotte are not the same. Plus, I think my mother got loopy one day listening to Mickey Mouse with her 5 boys, so that when I was born, her first daughter, I got the name: Cheryl! Annette! But I digress...
I have never forgotten what Aunt Char said to me the first time I got to stay overnight (like a week or so) in Greybull. My mother had made a Marilyn Monroe style black and white polka dot dress for me. I know my mom was really proud of her handiwork. But the first thing Aunt Char said when I put that dress on, was: "You look just like a country girl dressed up to go to the City!" Mind you Greybull is a small town with a current population of under 2,000. But I digress...
The next thing I remember is me asking Aunt Charlotte how she stayed so young looking. She told me you have to use moisturizer every night. So I have. Always.
Aunt Char likes to hunt for rocks. She took me out to find crinoids. It was awesome that I was able to take my children to hunt crinoids with her.
Aunt Char once told me that when she would get mad or stressed about something, she would just get in the pickup and turn up the music REALLY LOUD and drive REALLY, REALLY FAST.
One of the times that visited Aunt Char as an adult, I had to get up at 0500 to go swim laps with her. When we were kids, we got to go to Thermopolis and swim. In Thermopolis the water is warm. In Greybull, the pool water makes Barton Springs seem like a sauna.
A couple of years later, Aunt Char was driving behind a truck pulling a horse trailer. The horse trailer came unhitched and smashed into Aunt Char. She survived injuries that would have killed someone half her age.
You rock, Aunt Char
I have to put down some memories of Aunt Char for her upcoming birthday celebration in July.
I am sure my whole family has many fond memories 'cause I think Aunt Charlotte and Uncle Wayne were a very popular pair (there were a total of 22 PAIRS of aunts and uncles in my family).
So here it is: Aunt Char and Uncle Wayne would come to visit us from "across the mountain." We lived in Sheridan, Wyoming and they lived in Greybull, Wyoming. Greybull is a 90+ mile drive through the Big Horn Mountains with many a hairpin turn and signs that say "look out for falling rock." My entire family always made a joke out of "Falling Rock" as if we were looking for an Indian... But I digress.
Uncle Wayne was a Brakeman for the Burlington Northern. He made trips all over the western states. Since our house was conveniently located next to the railroad tracks, we ran to wave at every train, always looking to see if the Engineer was Uncle Bill (Waddell - on my mother's side), or if the Brakeman was Uncle Wayne (Adamy - Aunt Char husband, Aunt Char being my father's sister.
I adored Aunt Char. Some of it may have had to do with the fact that I was always told that I was named after Aunt Char. Just the CH part I think, because Cheryl and Charlotte are not the same. Plus, I think my mother got loopy one day listening to Mickey Mouse with her 5 boys, so that when I was born, her first daughter, I got the name: Cheryl! Annette! But I digress...
I have never forgotten what Aunt Char said to me the first time I got to stay overnight (like a week or so) in Greybull. My mother had made a Marilyn Monroe style black and white polka dot dress for me. I know my mom was really proud of her handiwork. But the first thing Aunt Char said when I put that dress on, was: "You look just like a country girl dressed up to go to the City!" Mind you Greybull is a small town with a current population of under 2,000. But I digress...
The next thing I remember is me asking Aunt Charlotte how she stayed so young looking. She told me you have to use moisturizer every night. So I have. Always.
Aunt Char likes to hunt for rocks. She took me out to find crinoids. It was awesome that I was able to take my children to hunt crinoids with her.
Aunt Char once told me that when she would get mad or stressed about something, she would just get in the pickup and turn up the music REALLY LOUD and drive REALLY, REALLY FAST.
One of the times that visited Aunt Char as an adult, I had to get up at 0500 to go swim laps with her. When we were kids, we got to go to Thermopolis and swim. In Thermopolis the water is warm. In Greybull, the pool water makes Barton Springs seem like a sauna.
A couple of years later, Aunt Char was driving behind a truck pulling a horse trailer. The horse trailer came unhitched and smashed into Aunt Char. She survived injuries that would have killed someone half her age.
You rock, Aunt Char
Monday, June 1, 2009
Ants
I found a flying ant in the kitchen yesterday. Then one by my bed at bedtime, followed by another. I "captured" them and took a close look to make sure that they were ants and not termites. This morning I caulked the area around an electrical plate that I determined they might have come in through. Next, a review of the outside of the house. No ants on the ground, but I did spread some boric acid anyway... and then!!! They there were, ants, merrily marching up and down the telephone wire into the house/attic. Here is one of them - proof it's an ant, not a termite.
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