1. We are selling calves and open cows on Wednesday, and I won't go to the corrals to load up my babies.
Not gonna watch my little guys be taken away on the truck. I woke up every 3 hours for a solid month to help bring those babies into this world. I won't watch them go. He can't make me.
But I will accept the fat paycheck.
Caught with his hand in the cookie jar!
3. It was windy when I was feeding the weaners last week. (That's weaners... not weiners, as in weaned calves...Gracious!) Back to my story. I was feeding the weaners a load of grass hay and a teeny, tiny hay splinter got stuck in my eyeball. Try as I may, I could NOT get that thing out of my eye! By day 2, I was in agony and finally broke down and went to the doctor. She got it out after putting some dye on my eye to light it up. It tore the skin of my eye but it felt so good to get that thing out of there and it healed itself after a few days. That's the second time in 3 months that I've had that happen. I need sunglasses.
4. I hate sunglasses. Did I mention that? They fog up. I sit on them and break them. I drop them and break them. I need to shop for some cheap ones because I could have bought 20 pairs with the cost of going to the doctor, twice.
5. I took the whole family in for eye exams. Turns out, our middle child is blind in one eye and has perfect vision in the other. SHOCKER!!! She gets an exam every year at the pediatrician's office and they never said a word. Not one word. I think she cheated on the test or something because how can you miss that? The eye doctor said that she's been that way since birth so she's never known any different. He can't believe she's an all-star softball player because apparently having only one good eye affects your depth perception in a major way! The good news: she can now wear a contact lens in the bad eye to strengthen it and regain most of her vision. Then, when she's fully grown, they can do surgery to completely fix it permanently. Thank God for modern medicine!
6. I have been walking/jogging 5 1/2 miles a day for the last 9 weeks. After eating 5 days of greasy fair food and funnel cakes, my friend and I decided to start getting healthy when we got home. We've been working out together ever since. Bonus: She used to be a personal trainer. SCORE! I'm slowly seeing changes in my body, and I feel so much better. I've been trying to watch what I eat, but I refuse to give up dessert. That's just going too far. So I'll keep trucking down the dirt road in my sneakers as long as I can have my cake and eat it, too.
7. During the perilous month that Miss Kitty was recovering from her gang fight, she lost so much weight that we started to feed her canned food to entice her to eat. Now that she's fully recovered, she's turned into a total diva. She will only eat Friskies Tasty Treasures and nothing else will do. Cat Chow? Not a chance. Meow Mix Seafood Selects? Forget about it. She has full bowls of both, but continues to meow and circle my legs incessantly for Tasty Treasures...which we've been out of for 3 days. I refuse to buy more of it until she's eaten the other stuff. She'd rather starve. #catsaredumb She's wearing me down. My truck almost turned itself into the Wally World parking lot to pick up a box of Tasty Treasures, but I'm not that weak...yet.
^ That confession just made me sound like the Crazy Cat Lady, but I'm not. Pinky Promise.
Happy Monday, Friends!