Catch as Cat can...

Just checked on some llamas.  Husband asked when we might be getting them. 

Um.  Well, of course, the first part is getting the person to call back.  After that, how about...

Well, how about Monday... No, that won't work for me.  Tuesday?  Husband had something then.  I have Substation duties on Wednesday and Thursday...

Well, do you think they will think I am a flake, for needing to wait almost a work week?   This goes for Blogging, too, since if I am gone, I can't access the ol' computer...

Yoiks.  But, on the bright side, I have been downloading information from the local extension agency, and hopefully will find out tomorrow (or soon, at any rate), what the spike-ity bushes are.  I suspect gooseberry. 

I am recovering from... Yes, from overdoing it. 

Again. 

And now, reading the information on Scotch Broom, it might be for naught, because they can recover if you cut them down when it's wet.  And well, it's raining again... And the ground was soggy to begin with.  I may just start marking the little stinkers with lumber tape, and wait until it gets good and hot, then take them down!

Hot. Oh. Yuck...  But it needs to be done.  Wonder if I can find some kids desperate for summer money.

Hmmm.

But not until next week.  So, if I am not blogging much, I will, however, be trying to stop by and say hi to my blogger buddies!

Sunday Supplement... Painful edition. Ow.

Well, boys and girls, remember when I tell you that I feel good, so I go out and try to kick the world's... rear, and it ALWAYS comes back to bite mine? 

Yeffir.  I worked at the faire site, (ren faire in about 2 weeks!), and tried out the new toy.  I now have a weed eater. I still like my scythe, but this can go much faster, and when you are working with a group, needing to remind people to get OUT OF THE WAY, when you are swinging a blade almost three feet long... Sheesh, you think this would be obvious, but no.  Somehow, they do figure out the buzzing noise box IS potentially not so healthy. 

I had on the glasses, the ear covers, and I whacked away for about 5-6 hours. 

I felt GREAT!

This morning? 

Um...

I found out there is a muscle that runs from the base of my wrist, to the crook of my elbow, and the two of them have declared war on my person.  I can move my arms (had to, as I had to water and feed), but let's just say, I will not be climbing any monkey bars (HA!!), or whacking any weeds, or anything else much that I don't absolutely HAVE to do... 

Aspirin.  Many, many aspirin.  Ow.

The irony, here?  I was on my feet the whole time?  I have in NO pain my ankles or legs.  I was walking and moving, wearing my big UG-U-LY steel toed work shoes that are the most comfortable things I own, and was never on cement.

So I can walk fine today.  It's just anything that involves my arms that's a problem.  Things like, oh, reaching for feed, lifting a fifty pound bag of dog food, putting food in my mouth, you know, that sort of thing.  So far, typing hasn't been too bad, as long as I rest my hands on the desk.  (My typing teacher would shoot me, but she isn't here, so I am good), and Who Knows if I can knit today. 

Think perhaps this would be a good day to catch up on letter writing, on the computer. 

Will I ever learn?

(Don't answer that...)

Is it over yet? Gawd, I hope so...

You ever have one of those weeks where you wonder what ELSE is going to happen?

I had two. 

Nothing big, just enough little stuff that I was beginning to personally understand the concept of "being nibbled to death by ducks".  I started last week with a bit of an ache in my LEFT ankle.  The GOOD ankle.  The one that DOESN'T hurt, as a rule. 

Ow. 

Ok, ignore it, it's just a little ache... Well, as of two weeks, it not only hasn't gone away, it has actually awakened me at night.  I don't want to go to the shiny new doctor, but I am not sure what it is.  It might just be some new and interesting arthritis, but it seems to be in the muscle, not the bone, so I am just a tad confused.  And it doesn't ALWAYS hurt.  With the other ankle, when it hurts, it hurts.  So, I might have a wrenched tendon.  I is soooo excited. 

Not...

I decided to check in as the Public Info Officer, and Le Boss said he'd like to have the CERT program have a Facebook page (as well as a newsletter, which I finished, but didn't get a thing from him about what was to be in it, so we shall see what ensues).  I decided to take a class on Facebook, so I would not be totally in the dark on how it works.  After spending the funds and going to the first class...

I realized that just by watching Husband, who has a page, I knew more than the teacher.  I asked at the beginning of the class if one could have a 'business' page, without a personal page.  He dinn't know.  Well, can I do X, to privatize the personal page.  He dinn't know. 

Ooooookay, if I get on there, and I want to reject a person's "gifts" that are sent me, how do I do that?  He... dinn't know THAT, either.  I suffered through 4 classes, and begrudgingly, I did learn a little, (he did seem to know some amount about privacy settings, which I most definitely wanted...), but I think I could have saved the $24 for goodies on my trip in June (priorities, ya know), and just muddled around and figured out the thing ON MY OWN. 

Then the dork went on, and on, and on the last day, he was late to class again, (he'd been late the last time), and then had the cajones to say that we could all stay late, HE had nothing else he needed to do after class.  I was about to get up and leave, just because I was so frustrated, but one of the other gals piped up and said, well, you may not, but I have to go to work.  I slipped out with her.  The teacher then called out after us that he had 3 more classes coming up, and we shouldn't miss 'em, they will be this summer.  Sure thing, guy...

When H*ll freezes solid and the Devil wears a Parka, maybe. But most likely, not even then.

But before I left, one of the others asked about the business vs. personal thing, again.  Oh, he said, I looked that up, you can do that.  (I am quite proud of myself, I didn't strangle him on the spot.)  So, now, I am going to ON MY OWN figure out how to take DOWN the page I made, which I didn't want.  (I really have nothing against Facebook, per se, it just doesn't interest me.)  I will then make the CERT page, and be able to just baby sit that.  I just have to write a nice thank you to the few that 'friended' me, and explain why I am going to drop the page. 

Tux, (the lovely sight you behold in my bio photo), was not doing too well.  I am not sure what happened, but he was cut in the neck, as if he had been bitten or scratched in a fight.  I am nursing him as much as I am able, he seems to be recovering nicely (he seems to feel the cheese is quite a palliative.  I agree.  Except I wish he would not try to remove my fingers in the process...) 

I put up my greenhouse, on the only half day I had free this last two weeks.  Now, I am an Oregonian, so I don't worry over a bit of rain. 

Ahem. 

I had to get my hat when it started, as I was building the greenhouse. (It is one of those cool Tinkertoy kind, that has the slip on plastic cover.  Ok, yes, I am strange, but I like the build-it kind.)  I was getting a bit chilled, but by gumbo, I was NOT going to quit.  So I went in the house, got my raincoat.  The wind was picking up enough that I had to get a magnet to hold the directions down.  Did that wise me up? No, I plugged along.  Rudee hid in his dog house, watching the crazy woman at work.  It was only when Husband came home, and I couldn't say hello without my teeth chattering, he said he'd get lunch, and maybe I should get dry before I went to class.  So, I go to class, what happens? 

The sun comes out.  It's beautiful!  Gorgeous!  Wonderful!  And I am stuck in a room with Mr. Dork that doesn't know anything, and never turns off his cell during class. 

On the bright side, when I got home, Husband had helped me with a problem I had understanding one part of the directions, and had finished the green house. 

Ta Da!  Rudee loves the shade.  Most of the time...

Then I finally figured, I will get payback for all of this annoyance, I had on the calendar, for about 2 months, a "Rural Living" expo, at the county fair grounds.  Mom had called and asked when it started.  I looked it up, found nothing.  Hmm.  So I looked it up on another website.  Still nothing.  Finally remembered a vendor I knew was going to be there, looked on that site, which directed me to the Rural Living website, and...

They'd cancelled the expo.  I couldn't help it, I laughed my head off, it just fit with all the nonsense of the last two weeks.  So, I decided, darn it, I have a free day, I went out and cleaned out one of the gardens, and helped Husband clean his truck (until my ankle started up again), and made a day AT HOME of it. 

So, nothing major, as far as it went this last two weeks, I was just continually on the go, and it was just STUPID little stuff that I had to deal with.  (Well, except for the animals and Husband, they were good, for the most part.  Llamas didn't even get grumpy this week.  And I am cutting back on the feed since it's going into grazing season.) So, this next week is not going to be as busy, and I am going to be able to work some more on the garden(s), as the mighty weather guessers say it's supposed to be nice for a day or two, and I think I am going to...

Well, I don't know, but it will not involve Facebook, that teacher, or being on the go every day this next week. 

I will be spinning at an Ag Expo next weekend. 

If they don't cancel.

CRRRRRAAAAAPP! (Ow. ow ow ow ow oooow.)

Ok, let's get it over with...

Gained 1.2 lbs. I am so mad I could spit. Or other things...

My ankle was hurting, finally got THAT aggrivation out of the way (I finally broke down and walked with a cane for two days to baby the annoyance.) And NOW the stupid muscle in my back is spasming.

I am beginning to wonder if the only way I can lose weight is to only drink water and eat rice cakes (yuck...) until I stop having these stupid dings on my person!!! I thought I was controlling my portions, but I guess I should have been even more strict since I have been unable to do much excersizing (read: none). Even normal things like getting the laundry from the dryer, or sitting in a chair can be a challenge, gee, am I going to have a spasm or not? Even poor Tux got in on the act. He ran in the house, so I started to pick him up to put him outside, WHAMMO, instant spasm. I don't know who was more panicked, me having the spasm, or he by being dropped suddenly.

This sucketh, yea verily to the max... So, to paraphrase the Soup Nazi,

"NO CD FOR YOU!"

I keep wondering what I am going to be like as an old fart, if I keep having these problems now? Sheeeesh...

These are the times when I d*** near want to give up. I know these thoughts are mostly because of lack of sleep and aggrivation, but I keep thinking, why am I bothering to put myself THROUGH this?

Then I think about the fact I will probably have less of these things happen with a little less girth. And in the long run, I will have a longer life. Little stuff like that.

Logic can really be a pain in the butt... Especially when it's right. Hmph.