This is a picture of my new boyfriend. LOL. Hubby loves him too.
As most of you know I usually comment on the weather every day. I hope it doesn't bore you but even if it does I feel compelled to do it. Suffering is part of life, you know. LOL. I've been interested in the weather from an early age. My grandma was in the Tri-State Tornado, the worst F5 tornado in history. Her huge family all managed to survive but there were hundreds of deaths across 3 states. Her home town was the hardest hit. The schools were destroyed and a lot of children died. The things she saw and heard haunted her and she had a life long fear of storms. So I grew up listening to the NWS. Wondering what caused these destructive forces and how to control them.
I was always fairly scientific minded anyway, though no one else in my family before or after has been other than my son and hubby. In junior high our school was chosen as the pilot program for gifted classes in my region. The classes were designed and monitored by a local university so were exposed to brilliant minds and concepts. We were tested a lot and encouraged to develop our gifts. We were given lists of potential jobs we might consider in the future depending on test results. My gifts were in writing and science so my suggested careers were things associated with journalism and science, careers like journalist, nuclear physicist, chemist, and, yes, meteorologist. It really perturbed the smartest boy in our class who was a genius. Phil was upset because his dad was a journalist and his mom was a scientist. LOL. In his reasoning, the jobs that were on my list should have been on his instead. He was kind of an obnoxious person and he asked one of the professors why this was so, "after all everyone knew he was smarter than me". LOL. No debate there. He was brilliant and I wasn't even the smartest girl in the class. Phil was not known for tact and the professor didn't care much for him really. Teachers seldom did and the professor, who was red in the face, gave him a semi-tactful dressing down. Phil was not happy with this answer and he socked me in the stomach. LOL. Our mothers were called to school where his mother told the principal that he actually loved me and my mom told the principal that this was not how I liked to be loved and that from then on when he loved me I would be loving him back until he bled. LOL. My mom was should have been a red head. LOL. Phil was a huge success when he grew up as we all knew he would be. He was the department head at an ivy league university. I assumed he would go into journalism and he assumed the same about me as I was being pushed in that direction by teachers but we both went into science. LOL. I happened to come in contact with some family members of his who told him where I worked as a head nurse and supervisor and he came to see me at my job when we were both in our late 30s. It was an interesting visit. He brought his trophy wife with him but still seemed oddly intent on impressing me. I protected my stomach. I mean, you never know. LOL. At least he had mellowed over the years.
At any rate I seem to be off topic and rambling. The sign of impending senility. In junior high I really got into the space program and the weather which are kind of cousins. In 7th grade I built a couple of rockets and my own Mariner II spacecraft model and I won the science fairs which irked Phil to no end. (Years later my hubby and I helped my son build a rocket too for the Gifted Program at Eastern Illinois University and he won First Place in the Rocket Division. Take that Phil!!) In 8th grade I built my own weather station and won again. Poor Phil. LOL.
So when I speak of wanting to be in charge of the weather.......................
..to be the Goddess of Weather...................I'm completely serious. I would love to control the weather for man's benefit. In my opinion more should be done to explore this option. Think of all the money that would be saved if hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, droughts El Nino, La Nina, could be prevented. Just an idea for some of you who are young enough to do something important. Get on this!
On to the weather.......................
...a front went through here Monday. It was really windy and the temps were dropping like a rock. It was cloudy and the high for the day was at midnight.
I had a busy day Monday catching up on work around here plus I balanced my check book and got my bills ready so Tuesday I just had to do my morning chores and finish my grocery list before I left. My son left at the same time. I went to the post office, Dish provider, DMV (lol), newspaper office, bank, Aldis, Wal-mart, and Kroger. I was home by 12:30.
The DMV took the longest, of course. It never disappoints. Government offices specialize in lunacy. I was first in the sticker line but no one was working at it. I waited in line for a long time and people lined up behind me. Eventually a "handicapped" woman came in screaming, "Oh, Lord, help me!! I have to sit down!! Why are there not more people working here. I'm not trying to get in front of anyone. I'm just doing terrible. I'm sick. Can I pay with 99 one dollar bills?" Seriously 99 one dollar bills!!!!?????? Everyone ignored her, including me. And, no, I'm not heartless. I'm a nurse. My mother was handicapped for 19 years, non-weight bearing, in a wheel chair. My grandma was as well, blind and confined to a wheelchair. I've been in a wheelchair too, off an on since I was 38. So I'm an advocate of people who are handicapped. My mother took care of herself AND my grandma at home with help from my family and a housekeeper until 4 days before she died and I seldom if ever heard her complain. She never made a scene like that in public. People who are truly handicapped just want to be treated fairly. They are not looking to be singled out and given preferential treatment. I was disgusted. If you are this sick you have no business driving.
I got home and put everything away and then got some more chores done before I had to meet hubby at his lawyer's office. The meeting went well and we got a lot of good news. The lawyer is fairly savvy and understands the pressure that my husband is under from outside sources. He is a good judge of character.
Wednesday morning when I went to feed Baby I saw the huge owl in the yard.
My son has MRSA big time! Golf ball size and the poor kid is having to still work wearing a dressing.
Hubby's brothers were upset again as the crazy one is driving the other one crazy. LOL. So our evening was spent dealing with taming the savage beasts.
I feel so sorry for the fawn in our yard. I saw it every day for days. It was by itself - it's mother has lived here for years and has obviously finally been killed . She was too friendly with humans and I always worried about her. Every year I was glad to see that she made it through hunting season and was all right. The baby didn't know what to do. It was right outside my bedroom window. To hunters - if you are going to kill the mother you may as well kill the baby too. This isn't Bambi! A fawn doesn't know how to take care of itself yet. It's frightened and has no one to turn to. When I talked to it the fawn almost came to me because it didn't know what to do. I hear hunters talk and I know they don't want to waste their killing allotment on something that won't get them in the paper for it's rack. Three fourths of this is just a perverted male thing and is for the thrill of killing, all excuses aside. You know who you are and I'm praying that some of you get a conscious because while I'm listening to you brag about the death toll you bagged I'm puking on your inhumanity. Did I mention that I hate you. LOL. I'm wondering how you would feel if the tables were turned and the minute your wife and kids came out of your home someone was hiding in a tree and blasted them and ate them. And don't any of you dare lecture me about how these people are starving and need the meat - they are driving Humvees and $50,000 pick ups with out of state license plates. Starving, my big butt! I haven't seen anyone hunting with a beater out here in years. These bows they use cost hundreds and thousands of dollars, let alone all the goofy accessories. Deer pee? Good grief. Get a life!! I live on less income than most of these people waste every year because I abhor waste. Half the time they just leave the deer where it lays intact and take the rack or if they take the meat they take only the loins. I know lots of people who hunt and I can stand only a handful of them and not just because they hunt. It's because they are kind of people I couldn't stomach anyway. Meatheads. I only know a couple of families who hunt because they need the meat. There wouldn't be so many deer on the highway if they could stay in their home in the woods and not be chased out on the highway running from us. I live here. I watch them. They are running every minute this time of year looking for some place to hide and there is none. If I had money I would buy up all the land around here and hunting would be off limits. And if you dared to trespass on my property you better be ready to be dinner for my Doberman guard dogs
I'm sure many of you hear the stories every year about the casualties related to hunting. Drunken idiots falling out of their deer stands are actually the chief injury. And we know about someone's dairy cow ending up shot by mistake by some trespassing fool like a few years back. This year we have had a person shot and a horse. I can beat all those stories though.
A few yew years ago we had some half-wit from northern Illinois come down here, as they do every year, to trespass and hunt. About a mille from here by the lake one hunter had spotted some deer and was excited as the opportunity to kill drew near. Unfortunately some young adolescents on their four wheelers were riding on their property making a lot of noise and they scared the deer off. The idiot was really angry and confronted the boys, who more or less smarted off to him and they told him to shove it as they would do what they pleased on their own property. Idiot didn't like that and was still mad so he shot one of them in the heart with his bow and arrow!! Miraculously this kid managed to live!! Idiot went to court where he squalled and snotted and told the judge how sorry he was. The stupid judge fell for it and let him off with probation which is outrageous in my opinion. I would have thrown the book at this creep. He could squall and snot to his cell mate boyfriend in prison.
It was cold Thursday!!! And frosty! I saw the owl again.
I had to go to town to get a printer cartridge and looked at Kohls. It is such a nice store. I can't afford to buy anything right now but it was nice to look. I went to the meat market and came home.
We have a pain in the butt investor who wants to buy my MIL's house and flip it and we are sick of his crummy offers. He told the realtor that someone in the family or someone who knew the family said he could buy the house for under $100,000. We gave us a final offer of $95,000 and we said go away but then he had the balls to counter again. Hubby put a stop to it. No earnest money, no more bids.
As you know some prick hunter has been cutting off branches of my trees to mark his trespassing way onto my property. Grrrrrrrrrrr!! Friday I found a trail of single squares of toilet paper every 2 feet going at least 600 feet on my property. Some of them had blood on them. Maybe the useless prick has killed the fawn now. Nothing would please me more than catching this creep on my property. I would like to hang his family jewels on my wall next to the idiot congressmen who decided to make it legal that some butthole chasing a wounded deer could trespass on my property. That does not give them any right to destroy my property or litter on it and if I catch him he will pick up every piece of toilet paper or I will personally shove it up his nares.
Brrrrrrrrrrr. We finally got our hard freeze on Friday. It was 26 degrees. And it was pole barn laundry day as my son was off. LOL. Oh happy, happy, joy, joy. LOL. Actually I am very happy that my 27 year old, tired, homely creeky Maytag is still working it's butt off to give us clean clothes. Poor old Betsy!
I had to call the lawyer's office to get info for my hubby.
I had to break down and turn on the heat yesterday as my chinchillas were cold and Reek and Porkie both wanted to go down my shirt and stay in there. LOL. Reek hates my bra so I knew he was desperate.
Today I got up early as my son had to work. I went outside and looked for trespassers and saw a big buck and doe together in the front yard doing who knows what.
I decided I wanted to go to the post office today since it was closed yesterday and our tiny post office is only open 2 hours on Saturday. Hubby went with me and we saw...........................
...............my eagle buddy that I saw the other day!!! We went home and got the video camera and found him again and took some video and pictures.
Hubby and I went to town to Tractor Supply as we had a 15% off coupon and we bought some seed, suet, and chinchilla food.
We came home and after lunch hubby hooked up the Mow N Vac and picked up 3 loads of mulched leaves and I leaf hogged the back yard and the east side of the house for 3 hours.
Today was Porkie and my little Angel Stinker's birthdays!
Well, I'm tired. Time to rest. LOL.