Like my efforts at slimming down, it may appear at first glance that the writing of this blog (and thus chronicling of life adventures for future book -- hello, the Obamas just made $2 million on their books in a year - doesn't farm life in Maine sound as exciting as international, messiah-esque, mega-stardom?!) has hit an early wall. But it has not. Oh no, it has only just begun.
The past couple of weeks have been AUTO PILOT weeks. Weeks chock full of legal adventure. Five court dates in five different subject matters. Can anybody say learning curve? My favorite comment I think was "Oh...farm girl is a SEXY lawyer." Remember my goal to live on farm avec les high heels that still saw the light of day?! They also see the inside of the court room.
Weekends full start to finish with some serious farm work - thank you to all involved in the big-day-of-moving-hay about which I will try to write about more later - and riding lessons, a lot of water redirection and mud removal, and a three day adventure to the great north woods playing hostess, chef, and tour guide to eight good friends at the family compound in a fundraising effort to keep the family compound in the family! PHEW.
Finally, finally, I am gazing forward to a weekend of spring cleaning and life catch-up 2009. A whopper of a 2 page detailed list going room by room in the house, in detail in the barn, spilling into the garage, incorporating my car, and winding up with my bookkeeping has just been posted on the kitchen wall. Even though I have not completed anything on it, knowing that I have a chance to tackle it this weekend already has me at ease a bit. That and it is oh-so-sunshiney out, bowling playoffs are tonight, and APRIL IS TOMORROW. Breathe easy because it is all starting to gel.
On the 30 by 30 side of things. Even though the idea of one more list in my life makes me shudder, that's the route I'm going to go - writing down everything that I eat. That and jogging no matter if I'm already spread thin as far as time goes with legal work, barn work, and squeezing in a ride here or there. Must...take...this...seriously. Particularly because though the ultimate goal requires only 2lbs down a month, I'm shooting for more like 10 to 15 by the end of May for my final 20's birthday, a big southern wedding, river tubing with friends, and a spring dress debut. Then I can slowly do the rest. And if it is 35 by 30...that wouldn't be a bad thing!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Mud and Hair
I love the spring for many reasons. Daylight savings time marks the official start of spring. More light = more energy and more time in the day = more horse time = happy Farm Girl! I can now depart the law office at a normal end-of-the-work-a-day hour, get home to feed the herd, and still have time to go for a ride, go for a jog, or both! It is, in a word, divine.
Not that I will actually ride and/or jog every day, but knowing that I could if I choose to is half the battle. And I do plan to try. Among my infinite list of headache inducing list of things to plan, calendar, and accomplish includes not only getting myself fit for a spring 5k and a summer 10k (remember this is the 30 by 30 blog, too); I also have the somewhat daunting task of getting and keeping 7 horses at least passably fit after a long, cold winter. Bring on the (paying!) students and riding friends who come out of the woodwork as the mercury rises like frisbee tossers on college quads. I'm going to need all the help I can get.
Oh, the title of this blog. I completely skipped those two topics. In short, those are the two things that I hate about spring. And I'm already beginning to live in small piles of both. I'm not much of a cleaner, but I think I'll develop a new passion fighting the dirt and mud that make their way into my home on a daily basis and the air thick with the fuzz of the shedding beasties that fill my life. Or else I'll just succumb to it. No, no, that is simply not an option. I maintain that I can be the farm girl who has a generally clean house and a closet full of stilettos that DO still see the light of day!
Back to work. I'm kind of swamped with it this week. I guess that's a good thing.
Not that I will actually ride and/or jog every day, but knowing that I could if I choose to is half the battle. And I do plan to try. Among my infinite list of headache inducing list of things to plan, calendar, and accomplish includes not only getting myself fit for a spring 5k and a summer 10k (remember this is the 30 by 30 blog, too); I also have the somewhat daunting task of getting and keeping 7 horses at least passably fit after a long, cold winter. Bring on the (paying!) students and riding friends who come out of the woodwork as the mercury rises like frisbee tossers on college quads. I'm going to need all the help I can get.
Oh, the title of this blog. I completely skipped those two topics. In short, those are the two things that I hate about spring. And I'm already beginning to live in small piles of both. I'm not much of a cleaner, but I think I'll develop a new passion fighting the dirt and mud that make their way into my home on a daily basis and the air thick with the fuzz of the shedding beasties that fill my life. Or else I'll just succumb to it. No, no, that is simply not an option. I maintain that I can be the farm girl who has a generally clean house and a closet full of stilettos that DO still see the light of day!
Back to work. I'm kind of swamped with it this week. I guess that's a good thing.
Monday, March 9, 2009
just a thought
Purchasing a "fish value meal: $3.99" as advertised at Burger King seems like an incredibly bad idea.
Friday, March 6, 2009
The "Request for help" series - #1
I'm finally crawling out of my cold medicine coma which is great, but it also means I have to play catchup in every area of my life - and Blog does not earn top billing. For now, I'll just copy and paste an e-mail that went out today. It's the first in a series because I'm sure there will be others to follow!
"Uh oh - an e-mail from Farm Girl to a random group of friends. What is the common thread?! All of you have at one time or another mentioned that you might like to get your "farm help" on! There will be other opportunities throughout the course of this adventure (trail clearing, jump building, greenhouse repairing, wood chopping, chicken coup building, etc), but here is the deal of the moment.
Saturday March 14th. 1 p.m. HAY TOSSING AND STACKING!
7 horses burn through a lot of hay. About 7 bales a day to be exact. Phew. I'm running loooow at the farm right now, but I've got several hundred bales ready and waiting a mile down the road in my parents barn. In an effort to get it all moved over and keep the ponies fed for a few more months, I'd like to try and get it done in a day instead of 20 bales at a time like we have been doing. We have a truck and a trailer and we can make a bunch of trips, but more hands make lighter work - and it makes it fun!
What do you get out of the deal? Well, besides bigger biceps and the good tired feeling of having done something rugged, I will also provide beer (after the hay tossing!), a mean Bolognese over fettucine, and I'll tack up a few of the horses for adult pony rides for whomever is interested. If it's nice enough, maybe a bonfire?!
Anybody wishing to stay the night can do so (we'll squeeze!) and we can hit up a nearby town if the spirit moves us.
This is really only a 2 or 3 hour job if we have 6 or 8 people on deck I'd say.
Thoughts? (including - Farm Girl, you are completely crazy!)
Thanks,
Farm Girl
"Uh oh - an e-mail from Farm Girl to a random group of friends. What is the common thread?! All of you have at one time or another mentioned that you might like to get your "farm help" on! There will be other opportunities throughout the course of this adventure (trail clearing, jump building, greenhouse repairing, wood chopping, chicken coup building, etc), but here is the deal of the moment.
Saturday March 14th. 1 p.m. HAY TOSSING AND STACKING!
7 horses burn through a lot of hay. About 7 bales a day to be exact. Phew. I'm running loooow at the farm right now, but I've got several hundred bales ready and waiting a mile down the road in my parents barn. In an effort to get it all moved over and keep the ponies fed for a few more months, I'd like to try and get it done in a day instead of 20 bales at a time like we have been doing. We have a truck and a trailer and we can make a bunch of trips, but more hands make lighter work - and it makes it fun!
What do you get out of the deal? Well, besides bigger biceps and the good tired feeling of having done something rugged, I will also provide beer (after the hay tossing!), a mean Bolognese over fettucine, and I'll tack up a few of the horses for adult pony rides for whomever is interested. If it's nice enough, maybe a bonfire?!
Anybody wishing to stay the night can do so (we'll squeeze!) and we can hit up a nearby town if the spirit moves us.
This is really only a 2 or 3 hour job if we have 6 or 8 people on deck I'd say.
Thoughts? (including - Farm Girl, you are completely crazy!)
Thanks,
Farm Girl
Monday, March 2, 2009
the sickness
I love my nieces and nephews. Apparently, however, I have not been spending enough time around them because I have zero resistance to their bugs. Bad immune system! Good snow day! I have been awake for a maximum of two hours in a row today. Thank goodness for a snow day that literally closed the law firm - a first! - and a lovely TT to brave the neverending piles of whiteness to feed the herd for me. Today would be the day Papi decided to poop in his feed bin.
Things that happened this weekend that would be fun to write about if I weren't too out of it for much more typing. 1) Our first two foreclosure auctions. Nothing purchased, but so much learned. And what a fun fit for me to tag along, I get to satisfy both the voyeuristic AND competitive shopping parts of myself! 2) The State Swim Meet. Not really that exciting, but really poorly planned. Thankfully my family is just pushy enough that we did get to see niece number two shave some seconds off her freestyle. 3) The garden group. I had them over for dinner. There is much to share here, but I simply can't do it at the moment. The whole time they were here I was fighting this fast approaching fever and fighting with all my aversion-to-meetings-that-drag-and-have-no-ending might to bring it to a close with clear takeaways. I think I succeeded.
That's it. Must. Return. To. Green. Couch. (and catch up on more cesar milan and every movie on HBO which I only get for the next few months)
Things that happened this weekend that would be fun to write about if I weren't too out of it for much more typing. 1) Our first two foreclosure auctions. Nothing purchased, but so much learned. And what a fun fit for me to tag along, I get to satisfy both the voyeuristic AND competitive shopping parts of myself! 2) The State Swim Meet. Not really that exciting, but really poorly planned. Thankfully my family is just pushy enough that we did get to see niece number two shave some seconds off her freestyle. 3) The garden group. I had them over for dinner. There is much to share here, but I simply can't do it at the moment. The whole time they were here I was fighting this fast approaching fever and fighting with all my aversion-to-meetings-that-drag-and-have-no-ending might to bring it to a close with clear takeaways. I think I succeeded.
That's it. Must. Return. To. Green. Couch. (and catch up on more cesar milan and every movie on HBO which I only get for the next few months)
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