See what the day brings...

I keep listening to the weather, and they are talking storms with high winds for this area. (Oh, joy...)  I am on shift, right when they are supposed to pick up.  Husband decided I shouldn't drive, (big surprise...), and so he will take me in.  We have firewood put up, and some fuel for the generator, the emergency supplies, so we are set if the power should quit.  I sincerely hope it doesn't, but we shall see... 

Or not see, if the house is dark. 

Heh...

On the bright side, I will also be getting my first haircut since... Uh... Well before Thanksgiving!  I don't quite look this bad yet, but I think that my creative methods of keeping the hair out of my eyes are getting more and more limited. I haven't quite come to the point of rubber banding the bangs over my eyes like my MIL did to her shihtzus, but close.  

Husband asked, well, why don't you just grow out the bangs to the length of the rest of your hair.  Which, I suppose, I could do.  But I had that hair style, and it is really limiting on what you can do. Pony tails continuously, at least to keep the stuff out of my face.  And I have heavy, thick, hair, which gives me neck and head aches if I let it grow too long.  So, no.  Plus, it's starting to look 'ratty', some growing a bit faster, so it's uneven.  All things being equal, it is so time to get this taken care of...

The Case of the Scale Stuff.

On my scale stuff to the side.  I am going to make a change.  It is getting so ponderously long, I am only going to show my last ten weeks.  It will still 'keep me honest' to the fact I need to lose weight, but won't take so much of the side space.  I will put the short goal up top (i.e., I am aiming for 220 at this point), that way it's obvious what is happening...  I am even being honest that I gained 2 pounds this week.  Not getting enough exercise and eating more, yep.  Fairly one to one correlation there... *sigh*  So, I go on, work on dropping it... Rag on me folks, I have been letting this slide.  I know that, even though I can't get out much, I should be able to get the weight going DOWN... Hmph.  

So, I hope to be reading blogs and possibly writing more blogs, but we shall see what Mama Nature has up her sleeve.  the animals are as ready as I, uh, well, Husband, can make them, so we shall see what transpires...  I don't know if it's an improvement for Buzz, she had never been around snow, that I can remember, she HATED that stuff, it was falling, and she'd run on the porch and glare at it, then lick her coat like crazy to get rid of the snow.  She does fine with rain (she is a cat from Oregon, after all), but the snow threw her a complete curve ball!  

 

Llama names, haircuts, and demos.

So, I know it hasn't been that long, but it seems like forever since I last blogged.  Lots of "on the go", lots of being away from the computer, and when I finally got TO the computer, the internet went out!  (insert eye roll here)

I still haven't been able to comment on other's blogs, I can't even "comment" on my OWN blog, to respond to those who comment.  This is really beginning to bug me.  I like commenting!  I cleaned out the cache, like several of you have mentioned... I am wondering if it's something on my computer.  Or if I have screwed up a setting I didn't notice on Blogger. Or... Something!  But I think I might have to comment on my own blog by mentioning it in the NEXT blog.  At least that's all I can think of... 

(Husband has suggested using the computer for target practice might be a tad extreme.  While I agree, it has gone from curious event to extreme annoyance, and I can NOT fathom what I have done, or not done, to make it happen!)

Blah, blah, blah. 

I know, you wanna hear about the llamas.  We have them all together, it reminds me of a middle school dance, the 2 on one side, the new 3 on the other, and they just all look at each other.  They had just a minor bit of fuss and spit when they met, but just very 'I am a llama, I spit' thing, not the potential war that could have come about.  They are all a little skittish when I feed, (which has the old ones curious, I don't normally feed in the summer, as there is lots of food, read: chest high grass, but the new ones are a bit underweight), but there was no food fights or big problems.  Llama, the old female, doesn't seem to like having them around, but she isn't fighting, she just ducks away and glares, so I figure she'll just have to get used to them. 

And they all have names now.  The chocolate colored one is Dolly.  The one with "eyeliner" is Annie (name courtesy Husband), and I finally got a pun for the last one.  Toni.  (If you don't get the pun, here is what I based it on, Tony Lama.)  Husband groaned appropriately when I told him, then said, but Tony is a boy's name. 

Tony with an i, honey.

But, Tony is a boy's name!

An i on the end makes it a girl's name, hon.

???

So, even though he is still under the impression I have given my girl llama a boy's name, all is well.  They seem to be paying attention to it, but it will take a bit before they start reacting to each name personally.

I also finally carved some time out to get a haircut.  My neck was starting to hurt, my hair had become so long!  In fact, I told my hairdresser, I needed to invest in tags and a flea dip, or get my hair cut.  I kid you not, when she finished, it looked like she had a puppy in the dustpan.

That can't be all MY hair!

You are the first customer, it's ALLLL your hair!

(Yikes!)

Right now I feel like I should be staring at my belly button, so much weight is off my neck.  So, now, hopefully, I can drive with the window open a little again, without blinding myself with random hairflap! 

I did a performance for a 7th grade class.  I had a partner, he had brought all sorts of period weaponry (which really suprised me, most schools have heart failure when I forget and leave my Leatherman visible.  This school, on the other hand, thought it was wonderful that we could show them "real" period items.)  Most of the groups were male, with just enough girls that there was the, ew, I don't wan't to muss my hair vibe, as well.  I had planned to do things a bit differently, but with the high testostrone levels, (teacher's included), we went heavy on the "look at the cutlery" stuff.  It went well, if a bit annoying to find that the school didn't tell us until we got there that our "Elizabethan" group was in classes that had studied to about, oh, 1140 AD.  (The Elizabethan era started in the 1500's.  Tiny bit of gap, that...)  I had to do some bits of "this came after", hence the 'look at the cutlery' backup.  One fun thing that came out of it, we had a "full dress" practice outfit, with padded coat and hood, gorget (neck protector), helmet (about 8-10 pounds, the kids kept wanting to know why it was so heavy.  We reminded them it was to protect the head from being cleaved by a sword... Oh...), then let them HOLD a sword, and they could have a photo taken.  NO girls wanted to be sullied with all that 'stuff'.  There was a near battle for the boys.  So, I suggested the girls try on the Queen's velvet riding coat.  Eww.

Can't win 'em all.  They seem to enjoy most of my tale telling, and were (mostly) pretty good sports about the dancing we did, so I think it went fairly well.  I just wish I could convince the teachers around this area that Middle Ages and Elizabethan were different periods.  (It would be like saying that Obama and George Washington were contemporaries, basically...) 

Eh.  Kids liked it, my partner had a blast, no one became chop suey, all is well in the land of school demos.  Even if everything before 1995 is "ooooold", according to the kids.  (And stuff after is questionable.)

(insert second eye roll here...)