I’m interesting!

I was feeling kinda blue last night and sometimes a woman just needs to hear how beautiful, wonderful, great, needed, wanted they are from their hubby or boyfriend. So I asked Chad in one breath within 2.3 seconds…”Do you love me? Do you think I’m fat? Do I look old? Do you think I’m frumpy? Am I boring? Do I look pudgy in my clothes? Do I act old? Well?!”

He lovingly looked at me, and answered in a sweet voice, “You’re one of the most interesting women I’ve ever known.”

Interesting? What happened to beautiful? Sexy? Young and vibrant?

I replied, in a monotone voice, “Really…interesting?”

He said, “Well yeah, have you read the stuff you write?” Of course I’ve read it…I wrote it!

Apparently he thinks I’m ‘interesting’ because of my goofy stories. Oh well, at my age…I’ll take it!!!

(Full disclosure, he also says the other obligatory husband ‘beautiful’, ‘attractive’, etc remarks…to which I reply, ‘yeah, right’, ‘uh-huh’ and other whats-up-your-sleave responses.)

Fun with mother and the freezer

Fun with mother…

I took mother to Krogers today. I should know by now that the promise of ‘I just need a couple of things so it should only take a few minutes’ is never, never, never, never ever true!
Her few items that should only be a minute or three, turned out to be a basket filled to the top, taking at least an hour! An hour you say? Yes…an hour…give or take a day or two! And why does it take mother an hour to pick up a few (cough cough) items? Because she stands at the freezer with the door open and looks, searching for that boxed dinner that was taken off the market 10 years ago! She moves every box around to find what she wants or didn’t want! She stands there soooooooo long that the door fogs up (see pic) and 80% of the frozen foods are now ready to eat because they have now reached room temperature.
When mother does find that perfect instant meal in a box, it is…where? That’s right, on the very top shelf as far as it can be! And who has to practically get inside the now defrosted freezer, standing on the bottom shelf, stretching as far as she can go without tearing ligaments or becoming a permanent fixture inside the dang thing? Yep, you guessed it…ME!
And what can be worse than that? Getting the wrong box and having to do it again as mother stands behind me with encouraging words such as…”what’s taking you so long…do you see the one I want…no that’s not it…keep looking…I’m tired of standing here watching you…which one did I want again…I changed my mind, grab the tuna noodle dinner on the bottom shelf instead…why did you come out of the freezer without my dinner?”

Yep, I call my adventures with my mommy…M.M. short for Mother Marathon!

Turkey chases the Pit!

Sheesh. Sometimes I don’t know if I should laugh, cry, scream, or throw a tantrum.
I’m not sure if we’re a circus, a twilight zone show, a comedy act or what!

This my friends, is true…

I was outside getting a 50lb bag of scratch grain out of my Jeep talking to my mother on the phone when out of the corner of my eye I saw Biscuit, our big bad powerful Pit, run past the tree as fast as he could go. I kinda shook my head because I see all kinds of things around here…sometimes normal, most times not. Within 3 seconds I saw a brown feathered thing running in the same direction, past the tree. Now I’m curious…not because I want some entertainment, but because I know something is chasing something that shouldn’t be which will probably involve me in some way that I don’t want to be involved with!

I waited a few seconds squinting towards the sun to see Biscuit galloping as fast as he can back towards me with BOB a few inches behind him. The turkey doesn’t like Biscuit…it borders on hate. My guard Pit is hiding behind me. The turkey doesn’t care who the dog is taking shelter behind, he is going to get that dog or else!

Now, I have a very heavy bag of grain half in, half out of the Jeep, the phone up to my ear as my mother is talking a mile a minute about how I need to call someone for her NOW, an angry turkey, and a 95 lb dog running around and through my legs as I try not to drop the grain while agreeing with my mother about who knows what! I’m yelling at Biscuit to get away from me because BOB is trying to go between me and the Jeep to attack. My mother thinks I’m yelling at her and I’m getting super frustrated because now every bird we own is flapping towards me eyeing the yellow grain bag.

Biscuit then runs to the back door (which is open) to get away from the turkey who wants to kill him. By George, if that dang bird didn’t follow that big baby pitbull into my house! I’m like “really”?! I tell my mother who is still yapping that I’ll call her back (I still don’t know what she was talking about). I drop the yummy food on the ground which ripped a hole in the side letting it spill. I run to my back door to get BOB out of my house. I found the two of them running from the living room to the kitchen. Again, “really”?

I yell at the turkey, I yell at Biscuit…I yell because it’s all I can do at this point! The last 5 seconds before I got that dang turkey out of my house was a blur of dog, bird, feathers, chippie growling, cats meowing, a female voice having a melt down (must of been mine) and dust swirling around. I slam the door shut…I lecture BOB about not chasing the dogs who strutted away gobbling at me and shook it off…literally.

I go back to the Jeep to gather my scratch grain off the ground only to find ‘that pig’ broke out of her area and was eating the tasty yum yums along with 10 hens, 3 roosters, Gobble Gobble, the duck and a few sparrows as BOB proudly stood near by knowing he kept his flock of misfits safe.

Bitty Boy2 and a stink bug

Bitty Boy2 got to play with a stink bug tonight for the first time! He spotted the helpless critter scrambling across the carpet, put on his best mountain cat crouch, stared it down, then let loose like a lion in Africa going after the kill by leaping through the air, claws protruding from outstretched legs, a loud growling ‘meeeeooow’ escaping out of his supressed wild cat throat…landing on the tiny unsuspecting brown bug! Bitty Boy circled, swiped, batted, then sniffed which forced him to jumped back like he saw a ghost! He shook his head a few times, ran from the teeny terror and hid behind Biscuit who already had his unwanted experience with a stink bug two years ago…refusing to go anywhere near one again!
I don’t think BB2 will be chasing after anymore stink bugs for the rest of his 9 lives!!

Dunkay in police work!

Our new nextdoor neighbors had their four wheeler stolen awhile back and they called the police to make a report. Well, they had not one, not two, not three, not four, but FIVE cars come out! According to our new neighbor, they all had a different story about why they were called out there. As I listened to the story, I sorta went into my own twilight zone because as usual, my imagination takes off on a ‘what if’ story!

My ‘what if’ this time was…

What if Dunkay was allowed to help in their police work and help track down the missing four wheeler 🤔🤔

I believe it would go something like this…

Dunkay was standing by the fence chewing on my Queen Ann’s Lace that I was letting grow up because I was hoping to get some beautiful sunset pics with them, when he noticed many police cars roaring down the dirt driveway with lights flashing, sirens blaring…a large dust cloud bellowing up blocking out the sun behind the cars.

Well, Dunkay loves loud sounds and pretty flashing lights! He trots over to the spot where there is now a gathering of cops trying to figure out which path the four wheeler went through the bean field in the middle of the night. Dunkay loves excitement, after all, the only exciting thing here on the farm, is the llamas spitting on the pig. So Mr Nosey works the gate until it opens so he can help. He gets through, sneaks up on the serious policemen huddled at the edge of the bean field looking for tracks and puts his head inside the private circle of badges making everyone jump and scatter!

The nice neighbor lady reassures them that the naughty donkey is harmless, just curious about everything and everyone all the time. Nobody wants to mess with the big hairy animal with the weeds hanging out of his mouth, so they leave him be. Cop number one finds vehicle tracks going into the bean field and decides to follow it as the others gather clues and take statements.

As you all know, my animals are curious about everything, so every farm animal we own, including Bob the turkey who gobbles every time he thinks his name is being called, is now lined up at the fence watching, taking bets on how long it will be before Dunkay gets hauled off to jail for being a nuisance!

Well, Dunkay always wanted to get involved in police work so he quietly walks behind cop number one. After all, the over curious donkey looooves finding things like eggs, hidden grain, feathers, more grain, baseball hats, dropped grain, buckets, bags of grain, etc .
The policeman stops to look around…Dunkay stops at the same time, looking around too. Mr Policeman slowly starts going again, the donkey follows, keeping in perfect step…all he needs is a Sherlock Holmes hat!
They get to the middle of the farm pasture…a county cop with his hand on his gun and a donkey sniffing the air…standing, looking, searching the field as the soybean leaves gently flap in the wind, a butterfly flutters past, a black bird squawking at a Sparrow, a hawk swoops down with talons out in front of him, picking up a tiny squealing brown mouse.

After about 20 minutes of the odd couple stomping around in the field, Mr. Policeman decides that the four wheeler is long gone and decides to head back. So they strut back to the others to tell them what they found which is nothing, although the donkey found an empty grain sack. They all turned around to see Dunkay still standing in the bean field eating a yellow scratch grain bag. (I hope our new neighbors like excitement and farm sounds because that’s what they’re going to get…a lot…
constantly…no stop!)

Bread chase!

Oh my gosh…I need a body cam! This is so funny!
I took bread out to the chickens, turkeys and quacker. Of course Remi and Dunkay came galloping over to push away all their feathered friends so that they can have all of the bread along with the tiny crumbs to themselves.
I’m a nice farm mommy and gave Dunkay his own slice of bread because I love him, or to keep him occupied by chewing for a bit so I can throw food around, over and under him.
Well, Gobble Gobble was right next to him and by george if that turkey didn’t grab that slice of bread right out of his chewing mouth and run with it! Yep, she saw, grabbed, and ran! Dunkay is looking at me like, ‘what the heck just happened?’ I nodded towards the running white turkey with a whole slice of bread hanging out of her beak, and causally said, “yep, she got it didn’t she!” Dunkay perked up, narrowed his eyes with a ‘no way is some bird brain gonna get MY food’ look and took off after her! Gobble Gobble is running and flapping towards the barn with the treat. Dunkay was only a tail feather or two behind, catching up fast! Well, BOB saw his woman being chased by a donkey and ran after them which of course made Remi want to get in the action in case the bread got dropped! There they went…the four of them waddling, galloping and flapping around the pasture for a piece of bread. I rolled my eyes, shook my head, and gave the duck an extra piece of bread as the foursome went around the corner of the barn out of sight leaving a cloud of dust behind! I don’t know who ate the prize, my guess is that it got dropped and the four of them dived for it and Remi got it because she’s a pig.
Oh brother!

Memories being made

I’m sitting on my back porch snuggling with my hubby on the swing as we watch the last bit of the sunset. The sky is a golden yellow with dark red clouds lazily hanging in the soon to be night sky. The llamas are hanging out with us, BOB is talking to Gobble Gobble and the crickets are chirping out their goodnight melodies. It’s my last evening being in my 50s. In a few short hours, I begin a new decade. One that will gently usher me into more of a ‘senior life’.
I’m resting in Chad’s arms watching Lincoln our alpaca hunt for food on the table a few feet away from us as Sweetie the llama strolls past. My heart is bursting with love and thankfulness for this goofy little farm.
I know that as we grow older, farm life will become physically hard for us to manage, we will have to walk away from our farm, our home, when that season sneaks up on us.
Someday, our beloved llamas will gallop off to greener pastures that Jesus has all ready set up for them. BOB and C.S. will also be gone as well as my naughty donkey. Chippie and Biscuit will be running with Tribble, playing with my little girl Sarah, giving kisses to my mommy, and my BFF Liz in heaven. My heart will surely break with each and every passing of a much loved fur baby big and small.

I’m trying to cram this night, my farm, my husband, my fur babies, my past life deep into my aching heart tonight.
I want to be able to dig deep inside my memories many many years from now when it’s all gone and pull up this moment. I want to recall every sound, smell, sight and feeling that this evening is blessing me with. I don’t want it to end.

Maybe 25 years from now, I will be holding a great grandchild snuggled against my bosom with Chad’s arm draped around my shoulders. I will tell my grandchild about a crazy little farm in La Porte Indiana filled with llamas who sat on the porch with us, who stared at us through the windows. I will laugh as I tell about the turkey named BOB who gobbled every time we yelled out his name. I will roll my eyes as I bring up the memory of the annoying pig named Remi Doodles that appeared out of nowhere as soon as grain was thrown on the ground. I will let great grandpa tell about the naughty donkey who ruled the farm, who made poor old G-Pa chase him from house to barn to pasture then back to the house. I will fondly tell them about a mini horse named Laci who would eat herself into a coma, about our little goat named Sugar Baby who sat on the swing with us cuddling, and of course the little chihuahua named Chippie who hated everything. I’m positive that every memory that I tell to my precious grandchild will be accompanied by a tear as my heart yearns for August 28th 2019, the night before I left one decade to begin another one.