I have so many thoughts rolling around in my head…rolling…rolling…rolling. I figured the best way to stop all the rolling is to share my thoughts with you.
Warning! These are very random and unrelated thoughts, and possibly not interesting. And, if you already have enough thoughts rolling around in your own head, and don’t need any more, you might consider closing this post and reading the pioneer woman instead 😉
Here it goes.
1. Today, June 3, 2013 is the very last day of my forties. As I’m writing this, it is actually the last hour of the last day of my forties. By the time I hit “publish” I will be 50 years old. I’m not really sure how I feel about this yet but I’ll let you know as soon as I find out.
2. On a much happier note, we found out a few months ago that we’re going to be grand parents soon!!! We are very excited that Colton and Megan are blessing us with our very first grand baby in November. That gives me plenty of time to come up with the perfect name for that sweet thang to call me 😉
3. I have been working on my “49 things I want to do while I’m still 49” (see related post) even though I didn’t get them all accomplished. I will write a post soon about which ones I marked off my list and which ones I will have to do in my 50’s
4. I hate coyotes! They ate Elvis ;-( I am now a rooster-less chicken owner.
5. Did you know, trying to teach a teenager how to drive can make you want to gnaw off your own leg? It’s true. I have the bite marks to prove it.
6. When I go home to Alabama this summer I’m going to plan a mini reunion with old school mates. So, if you’re reading this post and we went to school together, get ready cuz it’s gonna happen! This mean you too Mr. Powell and Reecie 😉
7. Tater Tot, my cat, is a girl cat, not a boy cat. Every time I post a picture or story about her, people think she’s a boy. Maybe I should put a bow in her hair ;-).
8. It’s 12:01 a.m. June 4, 2013. I am now 50! I still feel the same. I feel awesome!
9. Guinea Fowl are stupid. Would you like to know how I know this? Well, sit back and let me tell you a little story.
Four weeks ago Devin bought me 5 baby Guinea Fowl. Why did he do that you ask? Well, living out in the middle of nowhere, we have a lot of ticks. I hate ticks. Guineas eat ticks. That pretty much sums it up. Anyway, after the birds got big enough to be outside, he built them a pen to stay in until they are old enough to roam around on their own.
The pen, or run, is about ten feet long and about four feet wide with a small “house” at one end for them get in out of the rain, and for roosting at night. Last week, during one of our tornadic storms Devin says, “well, I wonder if the Guineas are smart enough to get in out of the rain?” As soon as those words left Devin’s mouth I grabbed a flash light, shoved my feet in my red rubber boots and headed out the door. The weather man had promised bad weather for the night and the threat of tornadoes was high which made it all the more urgent that I go check on those sweet babies.
As I walked out the door and across the yard I could feel the wind getting stronger, whipping the tops of the trees and pelting me with huge raindrops. I quickly ran to the pen and shined my light through the darkness hoping the birds had enough sense to go in their little house. As I made my way closer I saw them. There they were, out in the blowing rain all piled on top of each other trying to stay dry and warm. Not knowing how I was going to get them to go in their house, I ran back home and got Devin. The guy who knows everything.
When we made it back out to the birds they were still there all piled on top of each other, cold and shivering. Devin said, “well, were gonna have to shew them all the way down to the other end and into the house. He had a white hand towel in his hand and began to wave it around a bit trying to scare them to the other end. Nothing happened. I grabbed the towel and said, “here let me try”, I hit the side of the run with the towel and made wild animal sounds trying to shew them to the other end. Nothing happened. By now I’m soaking wet and beginning to get mad. I jumped up and down yelling, hitting the chicken wire, waving my arms and stomping on the ground like a raving lunatic. Still, nothing happened. Now I was thinking to myself, these sweet babies can drown for all I care! The more I thought about those stupid birds refusing to get in their house the madder I got. In a an instant I shoved the flashlight into Devin’s hand and said, “here! You shine the light, I’m going in there and shoving their butts in that house!” I squatted down, opened the little two foot door, made myself as small as I possibly could and climbed in on all fours. I felt like Alice in Wonderland, but this was no whimsical fair tale. This was Guinea fowl hell! There I was in the pouring rain, on my hand and knees crawling around in wet bird poop like and idiot. I was so mad at those birds! Devin said, “see if you can shew them this way”, as he went toward the other end of the run. “I ain’t shewing anybody!” I said, “I’m throwing their butts in that house whether they like it or not!”
One by one, I chucked those birds in their house and then slammed the door. I slowly crawled out of that little two foot door while Devin held the light for me to see in the pouring rain. When I stood up, I was sopping wet, out of breath, mad and covered in mushy wet bird poop. That mess was everywhere. Mashed into the knees of my good jeans, all over my hands, under my nails and imbedded in my charm bracelet. As I stomped my way back to the house I proclaimed loudly that next time they can all drown!
That folks, is why Guineas are stupid. But now that I think about it, I was the stupid one for going out in tornadic weather to get birds out of the rain.
10. My last unrelated thought is an apology. It’s been weeks since I’ve written anything. That makes me a terrible blogger, and for that I am sorry. You have waited patiently, some of you sending me encouraging notes and others would insist I get back into the game. Thank you for that! I have no reason for not writing, other than a busy life. I think about you all every single day and kick myself for letting another day go by without adding a post. I have so many things I want to talk about and stories to tell….and I must finish the Faith and Folly series! Thank you all for being so patient and encouraging.
And thank you for letting me get these rolling thoughts out of my head and into this post.
Thanks for reading! I love you more than birthday cake 😉