Sunday, March 31, 2013
welcome, happy morning
Today was a very good day. Crisp, sunshiny, Easter Sunday filled with family, food, new shoes, egg hunts, laughter, and sandwiched by caring for our herd. Happy baby boy asleep by 5pm. Mommy soon to follow. Bone tired from a full spring-y weekend as Easter was preceded by an on-my-feet lessons and barn day from 8:30-5. A bit much for preggy lady, but happy to push through it whilst still I can. Bill right by my side. Our lives are blessedly full and ever filling. These things happened today - photos to speak for this mush brained mama. Welcome, happy morning.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Some things I have thought about lately and contemplated posting on Facebook or sharing in an e-mail, but then not. I think I am out of practice when it comes to conversations or chatting just to catch up.
-- "That's not my baby!" I had one of those moments the other day when my son's behavior suddenly seemed like a bad reflection on my parenting or his personality and I was embarrassed just a little bit. When we arrived for our meet and greet with the potential new babysitter and her son, little man wandered right into the toy pile, grabbed a car, and proceeded to try to race it across her little boy's face. Not long thereafter, he walked up to her little boy, grabbed him hard with both hands and tried to muckle on to his face. Or maybe that was an attempted kiss since he was laughing. Anyway, a chorus of "Oh - be gentle! Be sweet! Nice touches, please!" from the various adults in the room solved the problem and then I remembered that he is 13 months old and really, truly doesn't know any better and is just a pretty rough and tumble little toddler man. He happened to be the same size as the 18 month old he was tormenting so they looked the same age, but 5 months at that life stage is pretty much a lifetime. As my mom pointed out, the 18 month old needs to learn to defend himself anyway. Got to love the grandmother point of view.
-- Fun fact. One actor is the voice of Fozzy Bear, Miss Piggy, AND Yoda. More muppet show fun facts, the pigs in space characters have fantastic names and if I ever drop Bubbles as my bowling moniker, we may end up with a pigs in space themed team. Captain Strangepork and Captain Link Hogthrob. Fabulous. I love the muppet show and love that E and I watch it on the computer over breakfast.
-- Days that are relatively warm (30's) with no wind, brilliant sun, and mounds of freshly fallen snow are what make winter wonderful. They have been painfully few and far between in the winter of '13 so far, but Sunday was a day that made up for a whole month of its predecessors. E got to ride around in his sled and on our shoulders and on a sleigh ride and be a healthy, glowing outdoor baby. The horses shed their coats and kicked up powder with delight. It still makes me happy to remember. Love the little things.
-- Baby 2 is suddenly 3 months along. How did that happen? Baby 2 also likes Lo Mein. I'm thinking Baby 2 must be another boy.
-- "That's not my baby!" I had one of those moments the other day when my son's behavior suddenly seemed like a bad reflection on my parenting or his personality and I was embarrassed just a little bit. When we arrived for our meet and greet with the potential new babysitter and her son, little man wandered right into the toy pile, grabbed a car, and proceeded to try to race it across her little boy's face. Not long thereafter, he walked up to her little boy, grabbed him hard with both hands and tried to muckle on to his face. Or maybe that was an attempted kiss since he was laughing. Anyway, a chorus of "Oh - be gentle! Be sweet! Nice touches, please!" from the various adults in the room solved the problem and then I remembered that he is 13 months old and really, truly doesn't know any better and is just a pretty rough and tumble little toddler man. He happened to be the same size as the 18 month old he was tormenting so they looked the same age, but 5 months at that life stage is pretty much a lifetime. As my mom pointed out, the 18 month old needs to learn to defend himself anyway. Got to love the grandmother point of view.
-- Fun fact. One actor is the voice of Fozzy Bear, Miss Piggy, AND Yoda. More muppet show fun facts, the pigs in space characters have fantastic names and if I ever drop Bubbles as my bowling moniker, we may end up with a pigs in space themed team. Captain Strangepork and Captain Link Hogthrob. Fabulous. I love the muppet show and love that E and I watch it on the computer over breakfast.
-- Days that are relatively warm (30's) with no wind, brilliant sun, and mounds of freshly fallen snow are what make winter wonderful. They have been painfully few and far between in the winter of '13 so far, but Sunday was a day that made up for a whole month of its predecessors. E got to ride around in his sled and on our shoulders and on a sleigh ride and be a healthy, glowing outdoor baby. The horses shed their coats and kicked up powder with delight. It still makes me happy to remember. Love the little things.
-- Baby 2 is suddenly 3 months along. How did that happen? Baby 2 also likes Lo Mein. I'm thinking Baby 2 must be another boy.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
just write
Truth is (as my Facebook teen friends would say) there really is no excuse. There is no excuse not to spend 10 minutes of each day writing, recording, sharing, jotting down thoughts before they escape, never to return. There is also no excuse not to spend 10 minutes of each day stretching or doing some sort of passive exercise like kegels at your desk or allotting, religiously, several hours of one day every month (say the 3rd Friday or some other arbitrary day) doing your bookkeeping for the business instead of spending several days (after several weeks of dreading said several days) doing the entire year's worth of recreating figures in the winter deep freeze that is January and February in Maine. There is no excuse, but I don't do any of those things. I am pretty certain I'm not alone. I read an interesting piece recently regarding the concept of "I can't do xyz because I don't have time." Said interesting piece recommended re-thinking that overused statement and replacing it with, I can't do xyz because I do not choose to spend time doing it. This after taking careful stock of a day and a week and the number of minutes and hours therein spent doing things that you are not actively choosing to do, per se, but that add up in little inconsequential increments to massive chunks of time which could be devoted to more positive endeavors. For example, the Facebook check. I can't even count the number of times a day I read my Facebook newsfeed. How many minutes and hours and days do I end up wasting reading about the gymnastics meets of the daughter of a girl I wasn't even really friends with in high school? This is not a Facebook lament, however. Really, it is only a preamble about not writing when I should write and could so easily do it, particularly during this deep freeze that is January in Maine, but I don't. Not even after purchasing a spankin' new journal for a little old-fashioned pen to paper. Not even after reading The Paris Wife and being swept up in the romance of Paris, Hemingway, literature, love, and my life as a Princeton undergraduate all over again. Or even after discovering scarymommy.com a very funny blog about the universally human comedy of parenting which has been turned into a NYTimes best selling book and syndicated. But wait, I AM writing tonight and it is likely in large part because of those things. Just haven't exactly channeled the direction or the audience or that BIG idea that will make it big. But I am getting the rust out of the pipes. While my husband spent his evening get the ice out of ours.
What did I intend to write today? That it is exceptionally exhausting to spend the morning before a trial packing up a fussy 12 month old toddler with anything and everything he might need to survive his first 7 hour day at the "kid farm" daycare full of love and competence and loud bigger kiddos. The worst is that he is never fussy in the morning, but chose today of all days to let me have it and nearly had ME in tears with his teary moment in the carseat as I raced about the house trying to add last minute make up to my "I'm a lawyer today not just a mommy and a farm girl" look and be sure we had our swim gear packed as well for 5pm swim lessons. Luckily, I fully prepared the trial the night before as I had not more than 5 minutes for review upon arrival given the entire emotional and mental suck toward my little E man...oh and logistical, too. The trial was a hoot despite the passage of a full year since my last one. A bit of de ja vu with my wonderful client at my side suing yet another of his utterly unbelievable tenants. The second of two who not only did not pay rent but instead sued back saying that my client (whom they each stiffed) should pay them for imaginary damages! We won the first case a year ago to the tune of $115,000.00 but don't get too excited for us since we are receiving payments in $25 increments bi-weekly for life. Brilliant. Here's hoping that today's is a win as well, however modest in comparison (from $14k to $29k possibility) but that the judgment is worth more than the paper it is written on. Pro se defendant resembled our buffoon of a governor in demeanor and performance, so I'll be eating crow if it isn't a win in some respect. Post trial celebration of a roast beef and cheese sub and a small blizzard from DQ (on the COLDEST day of the year, no less) reminded me of my current state. The one I frequently forget somehow in the hubbub of the day to day although the one that I consistently blame for my perpetual drag-assedness so far in 2013. The result of which has been multiple hours in which I CHOOSE to lie on the couch and vegetate for the entire evening after little man goes to sleep. At the end of the day, E and I both survived our first mommy-is-a-real-life-trial-attorney day and we are both glad (I'm projecting) that it was a simple and single day event. We even managed to muster the energy for swimming at 5pm although he was asleep before we pulled into the driveway and didn't even open an eyelid throughout a diaper change pre-crib. I wish I could do that. And now here it is at the whopping hour of NINE pm and I am going to shut down this machine and lie down in my bed, relax, vegetate, and grow a baby. I'm glad I chose to write. I may even read a little of a Christmas gift book. But most likely I'll just read some status updates and call it a night.
Lots of love out there in interwebs world.
Lawyer-mommy-farm-girl
ps
Farm-husband did 100% of all horse feeding, caring for, looking at, engaging with in the sub-zero temperatures today. Same for the cheep cheeps. God love him, he's amazing.
What did I intend to write today? That it is exceptionally exhausting to spend the morning before a trial packing up a fussy 12 month old toddler with anything and everything he might need to survive his first 7 hour day at the "kid farm" daycare full of love and competence and loud bigger kiddos. The worst is that he is never fussy in the morning, but chose today of all days to let me have it and nearly had ME in tears with his teary moment in the carseat as I raced about the house trying to add last minute make up to my "I'm a lawyer today not just a mommy and a farm girl" look and be sure we had our swim gear packed as well for 5pm swim lessons. Luckily, I fully prepared the trial the night before as I had not more than 5 minutes for review upon arrival given the entire emotional and mental suck toward my little E man...oh and logistical, too. The trial was a hoot despite the passage of a full year since my last one. A bit of de ja vu with my wonderful client at my side suing yet another of his utterly unbelievable tenants. The second of two who not only did not pay rent but instead sued back saying that my client (whom they each stiffed) should pay them for imaginary damages! We won the first case a year ago to the tune of $115,000.00 but don't get too excited for us since we are receiving payments in $25 increments bi-weekly for life. Brilliant. Here's hoping that today's is a win as well, however modest in comparison (from $14k to $29k possibility) but that the judgment is worth more than the paper it is written on. Pro se defendant resembled our buffoon of a governor in demeanor and performance, so I'll be eating crow if it isn't a win in some respect. Post trial celebration of a roast beef and cheese sub and a small blizzard from DQ (on the COLDEST day of the year, no less) reminded me of my current state. The one I frequently forget somehow in the hubbub of the day to day although the one that I consistently blame for my perpetual drag-assedness so far in 2013. The result of which has been multiple hours in which I CHOOSE to lie on the couch and vegetate for the entire evening after little man goes to sleep. At the end of the day, E and I both survived our first mommy-is-a-real-life-trial-attorney day and we are both glad (I'm projecting) that it was a simple and single day event. We even managed to muster the energy for swimming at 5pm although he was asleep before we pulled into the driveway and didn't even open an eyelid throughout a diaper change pre-crib. I wish I could do that. And now here it is at the whopping hour of NINE pm and I am going to shut down this machine and lie down in my bed, relax, vegetate, and grow a baby. I'm glad I chose to write. I may even read a little of a Christmas gift book. But most likely I'll just read some status updates and call it a night.
Lots of love out there in interwebs world.
Lawyer-mommy-farm-girl
ps
Farm-husband did 100% of all horse feeding, caring for, looking at, engaging with in the sub-zero temperatures today. Same for the cheep cheeps. God love him, he's amazing.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
'Twas the night before Power Ball
On the day before I became a millionaire, I woke up with my baby boy and my husband at 5:30 in the morning. That was baby boy's choice. We braved the cold in the dark and fed our herd before work. I kvetched with a dear friend on g-chat about being broke and rationalized that it would make me a (insert rationalizing positive thing to be here...) more compassionate person, more creative thinker, an artistic genius, closer to my roots, appreciative of each dollar, better wife and mother after enduring mutual struggles early on, etc. Then again, movies always make painting a room with your partner look like an adorable romp filled with cute cut-off shorts and accidental paint strokes before collapsing in a pile of painty giggles on a floor mattress in the middle of the room with magically appearing chinese take-out when the reality is that it starts with getting sweaty moving furniture, inhaling a lot of dust, getting buried in socks that have no match and piles of unfiled papers, scraping, priming, taping, and being too tired to actually paint and then you are stuck out of your room for a month because it takes that long to finish the project and eventually put the furniture back where it started instead of in an inspired new Real Simple advised arrangement. But anyway, on the day before I became a millionaire, I also forgot my wallet in my bowling bag. I didn't have any money anyway. but I did need groceries. Luckily, my dad still carries cash and he spotted me $100. With my roll of 20's in hand, I traveled to the way back machine typing subpoenas on a real life typewriter in a hall-closet at the office. Typewriters are also less romantic in real life than they are made out to be although I think I might like to bang away on one if it was more than the name and address of people who owe us money. If the recipients of these subpoenas pay up, that will be $144,000.00 heading our way. They probably won't, but it won't matter because I'll be a millionaire anyway. I left the office at 4 to pick up little man at his sitter and then we parked our big 'ol truck at the grocery store. The $100 cash limit was a fun exercise. We won the game clocking in at $80.48 which was about $100 less than a typical grocery run. Clearly, we can cut some fat. But we won't need to soon! On the way home from the grocery store, I almost ran out of gas, literally. I could feel the truck starting to struggle and I asked Soraya Sarhadi Nelson to just talk me through it since it would simply suck to be stuck on the side of the road in the dark with a baby on a below freezing night less than 5 miles from home. It would be a lame out of gas story and not really an adventure. We coasted in to C&S on fumes. After the grocery purchase, I had $23 and change burning a hole in my coat pocket. Started putting gas in the truck, walked around to grab the boy, and then leapt back to the other side stop that fuel from flowing at $20.01. Even the clerk was impressed with my agility. Little did he know, I was inspired. My $3 cash after that $20.01 bought me a $1 scratch ticket (loser) and the $2 game changer I promptly lost between the truck and the kitchen (I have since found it). At home, I made sure to savor 5 blackberries (muires) as I unloaded the groceries. Blackberries were on sale this week. Not so for blueberries. I wanted to remember what tasting individual berries and counting them out to make them last felt like. I played with baby boy, cooked chili, told the hay man that I needed more time for our next payment (please be patient b/c I have no idea from whence it will come...if not for that power ball ticket) and then settled in to watch a few TV shows with my husband when he finished tucking in our animals and our son. I attempted to ignore the gnawing feeling that I'm late on Christmas that the marketing world has successfully given me. It is still only November. I actively ignored my growing to do list and the marketing campaign of my own I concocted earlier in the day regarding horse sales and leasing. Instead, I wrote. It's pretty important to commemorate the days that you may otherwise not remember but that you think you will never forget. Clearly, the last day before my reign of benevolence is worthy of recording. Remember when... I'm so winning the lottery tonight.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Here we go again. A blog post. I don't know why I don't just do this on a private document for myself or in a notebook or, perhaps, not at all, but I have the urge to tempt fate and semi-anonymously share things with anybody or nobody at all. And this is now about the earliest conception of this blog which was, in part, to be about weight loss. What more common theme could unite folks around the globe? Weight loss, so hot right now. In any case, today marks my first day back at the gym in a lifetime. Literally - my first day at the gym in Elliott's 9 month lifetime. And I didn't set foot there before he came into the world for some time either. It being October 24th, 2012, however, I realized today that I have a mere 7 months until my 10 year college reunion by which time I intend to be back down to my wedding weight which is 30 pounds away from where I am today. Phew. Lots of numbers. And, because life is easier in bite sized morsels, there will be mini-goals along the way (thank you, every diet guru ever for making small steps toward big success a hard and fast rule) including 10 lbs by the wee-man's first birthday on January 10th, another 15 for a total of 25 by the eldest niece's West Coast college graduation in early May, and then, the final 5 for that orange and black blitz of type A, marathon running, beer swizzling, world traveling, corporation owning, country leading Reunion of mine. Plus, the horses will like me better by then.
Step one. Go to gym at lunch. Check. Major fail in the selection of aqua zumba which was led by the Tracy Turnblad of zumba instructors. I have a thing against overweight doctors and nurses, but I think it may be much worse when it is an overweight FITNESS INSTRUCTOR. Really?! Not so inspirational. Nor were the middle aged white ladies with bad hair shimmy grooving to some reggaeton in a highly chlorinated pool in Central Maine. Oh man. Next time, I'll just go running.
CIAO! (until possibly another 2 years go by if history repeats itself with me and this blog thing)Big and groovy - cool and all but not for leading the weight loss class!
Step one. Go to gym at lunch. Check. Major fail in the selection of aqua zumba which was led by the Tracy Turnblad of zumba instructors. I have a thing against overweight doctors and nurses, but I think it may be much worse when it is an overweight FITNESS INSTRUCTOR. Really?! Not so inspirational. Nor were the middle aged white ladies with bad hair shimmy grooving to some reggaeton in a highly chlorinated pool in Central Maine. Oh man. Next time, I'll just go running.
CIAO! (until possibly another 2 years go by if history repeats itself with me and this blog thing)Big and groovy - cool and all but not for leading the weight loss class!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Silent Snow
I haven't blogged in a year. On that note, I'm not sure I have ever used "blog" as a verb in any tense. However, as I sit on this Saturday morning in my crushed velvet rocking chair with my coffee on hand, various members of my animal family curled or sprawled sleeping in carefully chosen spots around my bedroom, and my feet up on the chilly windowsill with a perfect view of my white winter farm and colorfully blanketed horses enjoying breakfast hay as a light snow falls, the spirit moved me. I have taken to writing in a real journal again for 2011 as opposed to a virtual one. There is something seductive about a colorful book bound only by an elastic strap with fine lined pages and a new ball-point pen. There is also something seductive about imagining that somebody out there in the web wide world might just read the virtual stuff, might just, you know, offer a book deal! Doesn't that happen every other day? Or a blog deal, or something like that. And so, today, the computer wins. The man formerly known as TT (time and talent) is now my DH (dear husband) and he crawled out of bed even earlier than we do every weekday for horse care to follow the siren song of standing on a frozen lake in the company of beer-drinking men friends. He so rarely takes time for himself and for male bonding and such that I am happy he is out there with the shiners, suckers, and smelts today. That doesn't mean that I don't also miss him. I am awfully accustomed to sharing weekend mornings and evenings and starting our days, every day, with an hour of NPR, feeding and liberating our herd for the day, and cleaning up after them leaving the barn tidy and prepared for evening. An easily measurable daily task. A ritual of renewal - our own type of sun salutation I suppose. It is a wonderful routine. Doing it solo is nice, too, though the extra time needs to be accounted for and sometimes is not. Today I listened solo to the tales of Mubarak and Egyptian uprising in the streets and the nearly immediate governmental crackdown on communication to try to stem the tide by disabling the internet and cell phone communication. Maybe that is what inspired this electronic private/public share today that maybe somebody or maybe nobody will ever read. The knowledge that I CAN communicate in this fashion. I think we are so spoiled to our instant knowledge and connection that it boggles my mind that it could be shut down overnight by an authoritarian government. My god, I love my farm and my husband and family, my friends, my legal career, and my Maine. This silent snowy morning of utter peacefulness and plenty, of horses, pets, good coffee and fresh breakfast, of reading, writing, and reflection are tremendous gifts that are not lost on me. And this little post is my tribute to that. Thank you thank you to the powers that be. Until next time, Farm Girl.
P.S. And yes, perhaps next time there will be a touch more humor and less sap which is what I normally go for in this medium. I can tell tales of winter travails at the otherwise peaceful farm like 1 a.m. escaping horses trying to come into our house on the coldest, -20, night of the year! But that's for another time. I have to teach a snowy lesson soon.
P.S. And yes, perhaps next time there will be a touch more humor and less sap which is what I normally go for in this medium. I can tell tales of winter travails at the otherwise peaceful farm like 1 a.m. escaping horses trying to come into our house on the coldest, -20, night of the year! But that's for another time. I have to teach a snowy lesson soon.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I'm Getting Married!
August 27th is nearly a month ago now. That was the fabulous, out of the blue, will you marry me? day! I haven't had (and still don't have) the time to write about it blog style. I do, however, have an e-mail version of the details that I can redact (no names, remember?) for the purposes of this little 'ol rather neglected blog.
"Hello, hello!
Ok, so please forgive my delinquency with these details. I have never seen the inside of a courtroom more than I have in the last two weeks, so life has been a bit crazy on top of my wonderful news. I have another hearing in the morning in fact, but it doesn't help my preparation that all I want to do right now is hunker down with my Real Simple Weddings (bought my first ever wedding mag but haven't had a chance to read it yet!), dream up guest lists, plan bands and meals and shnazzy save the dates, stare at my ring finger and snuggle up on the couch with TT - oh, and call and e-mail and shriek a bit with all of my friends!
Anyway, I can at least e-mail the proposal story before I get back to preparing to argue summary judgment. Here goes...:
I was supposed to get home from work last Thursday night and be preparing for a day off on Friday for party planning and sleep. TT knew that. In reality, I arrived home at 5:30 pm on Thursday having just learned that not only would I be in trial all day Friday, but I would be doing my first direct examination of witnesses in front of a jury (had been second chair for my Dad most of the week) AND that it would be a hurricane on Saturday when we had 50+ people a keg and a band arriving! So I toe tapped in my lawyer suit in the messy garage about how we had to feed the horses, get groceries, go to the store, and basically do a million things in no time at all. TT sweetly ventured "don't you want to go for a walk?" To which I replied "We don't have TIME for a WALK!" So...I changed into barn clothes and we both wandered out to feed the horses (by the way - it happened to be one of those stunning end of summer evenings - warm, clear, golden green).
I took one of the horses, Chippy, out from the barn down to his overnight turnout at the riding ring. As I shut the gate, TT yelled from the top of the hill by the barn "Hey Farm Girl!" "What?!" I replied. Then with an ear to ear grin and arms stretched wide he yelled out (from 20 yards away...) "WILL YOU MARRY ME?!" Baffled, I said "What?! Now? Of course. Really?" He called down "then put it on!" Since I was holding a horse halter I shouted back up to him "Put WHAT on?" "Look at the tractor" says TT as he starts approaching. Yes, the tractor - ha! I looked to my left and saw a bottle of champagne, two flutes, and an open ring box sitting on the old silver Ford tractor that has been sitting on the farm since I moved in because the old neighbor to whom it belongs forgot about it. TT came down, put it on, we giggled and drank and hugged and laughed...and then we finished feeding the horses on a perfect end of summer night! Simply perfect.
The rest of the evening involved the rest of the bottle of bubbles, what calls we could make, a trip to tell my parents in person followed by a celebratory dinner out, and then we came home and I read depositions in bed to prepare for 8am trial (and 5:30am horse feedign to get to trial by 8!). We managed somehow to plan our whole wild weekend party AND fully clean the garage to make room for a band in a hurricane on Friday night and Saturday morning. Our quick partnership and teamwork a definite good omen for bigger party plans to come:)
Tomorrow marks a week of being engaged (I still pinch myself) and on Friday morning we are finally taking off for 4 blissful days up north. 4 days of no horses and no law to do all of those things I've been wanting to do (that I mentioned before) - and I'll try to make phone calls, too!
Will share details as I have them - but looking like Sep 18th up north somewhere at this point!
Much love,
Farm Girl
"Hello, hello!
Ok, so please forgive my delinquency with these details. I have never seen the inside of a courtroom more than I have in the last two weeks, so life has been a bit crazy on top of my wonderful news. I have another hearing in the morning in fact, but it doesn't help my preparation that all I want to do right now is hunker down with my Real Simple Weddings (bought my first ever wedding mag but haven't had a chance to read it yet!), dream up guest lists, plan bands and meals and shnazzy save the dates, stare at my ring finger and snuggle up on the couch with TT - oh, and call and e-mail and shriek a bit with all of my friends!
Anyway, I can at least e-mail the proposal story before I get back to preparing to argue summary judgment. Here goes...:
I was supposed to get home from work last Thursday night and be preparing for a day off on Friday for party planning and sleep. TT knew that. In reality, I arrived home at 5:30 pm on Thursday having just learned that not only would I be in trial all day Friday, but I would be doing my first direct examination of witnesses in front of a jury (had been second chair for my Dad most of the week) AND that it would be a hurricane on Saturday when we had 50+ people a keg and a band arriving! So I toe tapped in my lawyer suit in the messy garage about how we had to feed the horses, get groceries, go to the store, and basically do a million things in no time at all. TT sweetly ventured "don't you want to go for a walk?" To which I replied "We don't have TIME for a WALK!" So...I changed into barn clothes and we both wandered out to feed the horses (by the way - it happened to be one of those stunning end of summer evenings - warm, clear, golden green).
I took one of the horses, Chippy, out from the barn down to his overnight turnout at the riding ring. As I shut the gate, TT yelled from the top of the hill by the barn "Hey Farm Girl!" "What?!" I replied. Then with an ear to ear grin and arms stretched wide he yelled out (from 20 yards away...) "WILL YOU MARRY ME?!" Baffled, I said "What?! Now? Of course. Really?" He called down "then put it on!" Since I was holding a horse halter I shouted back up to him "Put WHAT on?" "Look at the tractor" says TT as he starts approaching. Yes, the tractor - ha! I looked to my left and saw a bottle of champagne, two flutes, and an open ring box sitting on the old silver Ford tractor that has been sitting on the farm since I moved in because the old neighbor to whom it belongs forgot about it. TT came down, put it on, we giggled and drank and hugged and laughed...and then we finished feeding the horses on a perfect end of summer night! Simply perfect.
The rest of the evening involved the rest of the bottle of bubbles, what calls we could make, a trip to tell my parents in person followed by a celebratory dinner out, and then we came home and I read depositions in bed to prepare for 8am trial (and 5:30am horse feedign to get to trial by 8!). We managed somehow to plan our whole wild weekend party AND fully clean the garage to make room for a band in a hurricane on Friday night and Saturday morning. Our quick partnership and teamwork a definite good omen for bigger party plans to come:)
Tomorrow marks a week of being engaged (I still pinch myself) and on Friday morning we are finally taking off for 4 blissful days up north. 4 days of no horses and no law to do all of those things I've been wanting to do (that I mentioned before) - and I'll try to make phone calls, too!
Will share details as I have them - but looking like Sep 18th up north somewhere at this point!
Much love,
Farm Girl
Sunday, August 16, 2009
more blips on the radar
I heard a story on NPR about a guy publishing a book which shrinks great works of literature into "tweet" length sentences. 160 characters (or somewhere in that ballpark). I think, sadly, that my blog will need to be that. Brevity may be the soul of wit, but it is also born of necessity for this busy farm girl! So...once again...things about which I want to write SOME DAY:
- Lou's beverage barn. The characters. The despair. The out of place counter top fit for a chic ski bar, but with very different liquor crossing its surface. The bottle return boy reading his customers by the bottles they return. For us: diet coke, poland spring products, microbrews, wine, and an occasional bottle of Tequila. For the man next to us: Miller high life and tab. Strangely thin interloper "Did you know Sam Adams Utopia is the strongest beer in the WORLD? It's like drinking 2 bottles of wine!" Completely busted witch woman "WHAT!? I ain't hear you. WHAT?!"
- I dreamed some idioms. Long dream short: loose horses, inability to get out the door because all I could find in my parents mudroom were two LEFT shoes, discovered nomadic conservative cattle herding women setting up camp at my house, this group turned into the conservative mormon clan from Big Love and I discovered they had let my horses loose when trying to put their cows in my pastures, they multiplied, and when I told them it was time to go, the mean leader literally BURIED HIS HEAD IN THE SAND. Dream interpreter, anybody!??!
- Madre for Governor.
- Summer camp. 90 degrees in a state not built for it. Productivity. Very limited chances to "just be." Trials. Boys clubs of lawyers and judges. Weddings. Busy. Busy. Busy. Busy.
AND...I am a now a bonafide horse trader.
The end. Goodnight!
Farm Girl
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- Lou's beverage barn. The characters. The despair. The out of place counter top fit for a chic ski bar, but with very different liquor crossing its surface. The bottle return boy reading his customers by the bottles they return. For us: diet coke, poland spring products, microbrews, wine, and an occasional bottle of Tequila. For the man next to us: Miller high life and tab. Strangely thin interloper "Did you know Sam Adams Utopia is the strongest beer in the WORLD? It's like drinking 2 bottles of wine!" Completely busted witch woman "WHAT!? I ain't hear you. WHAT?!"
- I dreamed some idioms. Long dream short: loose horses, inability to get out the door because all I could find in my parents mudroom were two LEFT shoes, discovered nomadic conservative cattle herding women setting up camp at my house, this group turned into the conservative mormon clan from Big Love and I discovered they had let my horses loose when trying to put their cows in my pastures, they multiplied, and when I told them it was time to go, the mean leader literally BURIED HIS HEAD IN THE SAND. Dream interpreter, anybody!??!
- Madre for Governor.
- Summer camp. 90 degrees in a state not built for it. Productivity. Very limited chances to "just be." Trials. Boys clubs of lawyers and judges. Weddings. Busy. Busy. Busy. Busy.
AND...I am a now a bonafide horse trader.
The end. Goodnight!
Farm Girl
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Friday, August 7, 2009
pobrecito
We said goodbye to Poser last night. He is posted on here as my "legal cat." He was my dude kitty. The fat tiger. My very favorite of our brady bunch of cat families collection. The only one I didn't mind sleeping on our bed. And for some reason, he decided to nap on the road last night. Dearest TT stepped out to look at the almost full moon and saw the car come around the bend. Yuck. Maybe I shouldn't have favorites. Or boy tiger kitties. They don't seem to make it very long. Rest in peace little fat kitty, Poser. Maybe you'll meet John Hughes.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
three photosss of sssummer
My dog. My river. This is really my life. Whoa.
Our garden grows in spite of us.
My walk-trotters take on at their very first show! C'est ca adorable!
another month has disappeared!
I didn't look at the last post, I only noticed that it was from June 17th. Today is July 21st (I think). I didn't mean to miss that much time. I knew it felt tremendous to sit down tonight with solitude and a moment to catch up though. A month of built up tales to tell.
This is how I am sitting right now - on my avocado green couch with my feet propped up on my avocado and cream ZEBRA print ottoman with tall green fields and some rich purple globe thistle in a cool quiet rain out each of the four windows in front of me, the Mason Jennings station on Pandora consistently impressing me song after song, a glass of water between my calves to battle a cold and dehydration, and my lower back throbbing up to my head reminding me that, oh yes, I did break the darned thing (my sacrum) only 2 short months ago and now I'm teaching a whole bunch of 10 hour days (on my feet) mixed in with riding horses and averaging 6 hours of sleep a night. PHEW. That run on sentence is like my run on life.
Legal work...in a couple of battles. Got a client into a drug court program. She lapsed on night one and spent the weekend in jail because of it. She had been in jail for several months before that. Long enough to teach me the following beauty tips from the cell: it is possible to thread your eyebrows with the threads ripped from your uniform; it is possible to make a tampon out of a maxi pad (ew); and apparently jolly ranchers mixed with HOT water will serve as a substitute for hair gel in a pinch. Did I already write about that in a blog post? Maybe. It deserves repeating.
Had to go try to collect money from some very flustered gay men who owe my firm a bundle thanks to a judgment from a year ago. Apparently, they have no money now (who does?), but in the process of learning that I did get keys thrown at me, asked if I ever read the paper, told that Bill Clinton was mad at my "daddykins" (seriously?) and essentially had an out of body experience while watching this couple bicker as though I wasn't in the room, " xxx (name deleted) xxx, STOP acting that way. This is not her fault. She is doing her job and being delightful. Seriously, quit it. I told you to BEHAVE today. Here, take your pill. I'm so sorry." It was tremendous. I think of all of it, my favorite response was "I'm glad you think we're butch enough for dirtbikes!" when I asked the question about the possibility of recreational vehicles. As I put it to my dad, I felt like I had been thrown under a rainbow colored bus.
My back hurts. Ow.
But I'm simply so quiet and happy and ALONE right now. The first time I've actually been alone in ages I think. Not something I usually crave, but something I certainly appreciate on occasion. The camp kids are all home for the night, the horses are in bed, no social engagements, and the lovely TT is off tossing a frisbee with my big bro in their summer league. I can catch up on e-mails to old friends. I can watch a girly movie. I can skip dinner or eat just mozarella and tomatoes. I can read a trashy novel. For two hours anyway....but really it isn't the fact that I'm alone that means I could do these things - TT wouldn't mind - it is the fact that I was in the house at 5:30 and my body is screaming at me to simply slow down for the night...and I'm listening!! That is rare. That is wonderful. If I don't consolidate my student loans soon (i.e. two weeks ago) I'm going to have collections agencies after me, but what is one more night?
The farm is bursting with horses, riders, gardeners. Ladies camps, kids camps, summer peeps for lessons, horse shows with a big crew. All good. All working towards a $7000.00 hay bill and continuing payments on my two star lesson horses. But despite my lack of good record keeping (receipts all in an envelope waiting to be recorded and analyzed!) it does seem to be coming in just enough to go back out again. Best line of summer so far: "What color is your pony?" "Oh, he's a jalapeno." The pony is actually a palomino.
We have a river. 10 minutes hiking down the fields, ford a mucky stream, cross some RR tracks, and slide down a bank. Then you've arrived. Serene river with warm water and a river to swim to. The other day down there with tevas, sports bra, undies, beer, bf, and golden retriever I felt down right cruncy. Granoooola. Should have bathed in patchuoli. But I didn't. Just dipped in the river and then snapped photos on my blackberry which really snapped me right out of that hippy moment.
We have peas coming - lots of them. And sunflowers and pumpkins. Lettuce is current. And some wacky early broccoli. Looks like broccolini.
I'm losing it. The focus. Really need to do bookkeeping for the farm, for myself with TT, for the student loan (sharks). Don't have energy. Day starts early tomorrow again. Camp 9-4. Extra lessons 4-6. Good friend visiting starting around noon. Farrier coming to show horses around 2. Buckle up and hold on...it just keeps flying away.
Oh, and one more thought. We went to the municipal pool today for a couple of pm hours during camp. It is a GREAT pool. There are 2 water slides. It costs $1. It was full of kids and fat people. Fat women with tats. And high heel wedge cork sandles. Ick. Which brings me to my 30 by 30. Has NOT been going so hot since I broke myself 2 months ago and the horses hit their summer peak. Haven't had time to keep track and haven't had well body to workout. AND...TT and I love the ice cream store next door, doh. But I think that this week will jump start given my lack of time for food and my enormous expenditure of energy just standing and teaching tha tmany hours. I'm losing my voice...maybe could lose some pounds along with it.
The rest of the summer weekends are full of horse shows, baby showers, and weddings, oh my. We will have one weekend home at the farm - maybe two. We may get to hit one island overnight concert. Last week saw some glorious summer days and sneak aways (to a beach, a day of fishing, and a wooded lake) so it isn't all work and no play...just mostly:) Good thing I love my work so much it feels like play.
I'm not even going to read this. Just post it. Editing be damned. This is stream of my semi-consciousness.
I LOVE MASON JENNINGS! and michael franti!
This is how I am sitting right now - on my avocado green couch with my feet propped up on my avocado and cream ZEBRA print ottoman with tall green fields and some rich purple globe thistle in a cool quiet rain out each of the four windows in front of me, the Mason Jennings station on Pandora consistently impressing me song after song, a glass of water between my calves to battle a cold and dehydration, and my lower back throbbing up to my head reminding me that, oh yes, I did break the darned thing (my sacrum) only 2 short months ago and now I'm teaching a whole bunch of 10 hour days (on my feet) mixed in with riding horses and averaging 6 hours of sleep a night. PHEW. That run on sentence is like my run on life.
Legal work...in a couple of battles. Got a client into a drug court program. She lapsed on night one and spent the weekend in jail because of it. She had been in jail for several months before that. Long enough to teach me the following beauty tips from the cell: it is possible to thread your eyebrows with the threads ripped from your uniform; it is possible to make a tampon out of a maxi pad (ew); and apparently jolly ranchers mixed with HOT water will serve as a substitute for hair gel in a pinch. Did I already write about that in a blog post? Maybe. It deserves repeating.
Had to go try to collect money from some very flustered gay men who owe my firm a bundle thanks to a judgment from a year ago. Apparently, they have no money now (who does?), but in the process of learning that I did get keys thrown at me, asked if I ever read the paper, told that Bill Clinton was mad at my "daddykins" (seriously?) and essentially had an out of body experience while watching this couple bicker as though I wasn't in the room, " xxx (name deleted) xxx, STOP acting that way. This is not her fault. She is doing her job and being delightful. Seriously, quit it. I told you to BEHAVE today. Here, take your pill. I'm so sorry." It was tremendous. I think of all of it, my favorite response was "I'm glad you think we're butch enough for dirtbikes!" when I asked the question about the possibility of recreational vehicles. As I put it to my dad, I felt like I had been thrown under a rainbow colored bus.
My back hurts. Ow.
But I'm simply so quiet and happy and ALONE right now. The first time I've actually been alone in ages I think. Not something I usually crave, but something I certainly appreciate on occasion. The camp kids are all home for the night, the horses are in bed, no social engagements, and the lovely TT is off tossing a frisbee with my big bro in their summer league. I can catch up on e-mails to old friends. I can watch a girly movie. I can skip dinner or eat just mozarella and tomatoes. I can read a trashy novel. For two hours anyway....but really it isn't the fact that I'm alone that means I could do these things - TT wouldn't mind - it is the fact that I was in the house at 5:30 and my body is screaming at me to simply slow down for the night...and I'm listening!! That is rare. That is wonderful. If I don't consolidate my student loans soon (i.e. two weeks ago) I'm going to have collections agencies after me, but what is one more night?
The farm is bursting with horses, riders, gardeners. Ladies camps, kids camps, summer peeps for lessons, horse shows with a big crew. All good. All working towards a $7000.00 hay bill and continuing payments on my two star lesson horses. But despite my lack of good record keeping (receipts all in an envelope waiting to be recorded and analyzed!) it does seem to be coming in just enough to go back out again. Best line of summer so far: "What color is your pony?" "Oh, he's a jalapeno." The pony is actually a palomino.
We have a river. 10 minutes hiking down the fields, ford a mucky stream, cross some RR tracks, and slide down a bank. Then you've arrived. Serene river with warm water and a river to swim to. The other day down there with tevas, sports bra, undies, beer, bf, and golden retriever I felt down right cruncy. Granoooola. Should have bathed in patchuoli. But I didn't. Just dipped in the river and then snapped photos on my blackberry which really snapped me right out of that hippy moment.
We have peas coming - lots of them. And sunflowers and pumpkins. Lettuce is current. And some wacky early broccoli. Looks like broccolini.
I'm losing it. The focus. Really need to do bookkeeping for the farm, for myself with TT, for the student loan (sharks). Don't have energy. Day starts early tomorrow again. Camp 9-4. Extra lessons 4-6. Good friend visiting starting around noon. Farrier coming to show horses around 2. Buckle up and hold on...it just keeps flying away.
Oh, and one more thought. We went to the municipal pool today for a couple of pm hours during camp. It is a GREAT pool. There are 2 water slides. It costs $1. It was full of kids and fat people. Fat women with tats. And high heel wedge cork sandles. Ick. Which brings me to my 30 by 30. Has NOT been going so hot since I broke myself 2 months ago and the horses hit their summer peak. Haven't had time to keep track and haven't had well body to workout. AND...TT and I love the ice cream store next door, doh. But I think that this week will jump start given my lack of time for food and my enormous expenditure of energy just standing and teaching tha tmany hours. I'm losing my voice...maybe could lose some pounds along with it.
The rest of the summer weekends are full of horse shows, baby showers, and weddings, oh my. We will have one weekend home at the farm - maybe two. We may get to hit one island overnight concert. Last week saw some glorious summer days and sneak aways (to a beach, a day of fishing, and a wooded lake) so it isn't all work and no play...just mostly:) Good thing I love my work so much it feels like play.
I'm not even going to read this. Just post it. Editing be damned. This is stream of my semi-consciousness.
I LOVE MASON JENNINGS! and michael franti!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
List of things to "get back to"
Things I need to come back to and write about some day:
1. My fractured sacrum.
2. My river sanctuary.
3. Eagles and chickadees.
4. Naughty Ponies
5. Boarding Contracts
6. The price of hay
7. Hoe-ing Rows
8. Bass Fishing
9. Family Politics - in every sense of both words
10. Facebook changing the order of "who knows what and when" which can cause unintentional emotional train wrecks.
11. Loving Maine.
12. Being in love, in Maine.
skip this number b/c the kid at the feed store won't load that number of bags of shavings in the truck
14. 50th birthdays
15. "sometimes, the place shapes you."
Tonight though, I am drained. Running below empty with a carousel of client meetings (law and horse), a messy (hairy!) house, a horse show to prepare for, and a slew of social obligations most of which I know I will bail on, but have not found it in me yet to just say no to because I'd love to say yes. I over plan because I want to do it all, and sometimes I can.
G'night.
Farm Girl
1. My fractured sacrum.
2. My river sanctuary.
3. Eagles and chickadees.
4. Naughty Ponies
5. Boarding Contracts
6. The price of hay
7. Hoe-ing Rows
8. Bass Fishing
9. Family Politics - in every sense of both words
10. Facebook changing the order of "who knows what and when" which can cause unintentional emotional train wrecks.
11. Loving Maine.
12. Being in love, in Maine.
skip this number b/c the kid at the feed store won't load that number of bags of shavings in the truck
14. 50th birthdays
15. "sometimes, the place shapes you."
Tonight though, I am drained. Running below empty with a carousel of client meetings (law and horse), a messy (hairy!) house, a horse show to prepare for, and a slew of social obligations most of which I know I will bail on, but have not found it in me yet to just say no to because I'd love to say yes. I over plan because I want to do it all, and sometimes I can.
G'night.
Farm Girl
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Lick 'em while you got 'em
You know the old adage, "Don't go to the grocery store when you're hungry?" I think the same should apply to "Don't go to PetCo when you're riddled with guilt!" I dropped off the man-dog for his big day this morning and sat with him as the cocktail kicked in and his happy wiggle slowly turned into a drunken wobble. By this afternoon, HE will be...gender neutral. It has to happen, and there are many times when I've thought how much I'd look forward to this day a) when he is humping the cat b) when he is humping his dog bed c)...you get the idea..., but then I think about how cruel and unusual that thought process is! "Dog humps things and is annoying...can't wait to remove his balls!" In any case, he will be rid of his jewels and I will lavish upon him the heaps of unncessary toys, flips, and booty, including an engraved name tag as though today he became a real man ("do you want the $7 or the $9, ma'am?" "ohhh...I'll take the $9" guilty guilty guilty) I just purchased for no real reason at PetCo.
In other news, we've got SALAD! Last night marked the first night of greens from our very own garden. We have arugula coming out our ears, and I LOVE it! Today, I purchased some supplies for what I feel may be a summer of bountiful roughage - plastic baggies for sharing the leaf love, and, wonder-of-wonders, a salad spinner. I never really saw a reason for them before until the leaves came in from the outside complete with dirt, and I'm pretty sure I saw the cat mistaking the garden for a litter box....
AND! The 30 by 30 has finally started, and it has started because I am keeping the log of everything consumed like I threatened to do months ago. Amazing, really, as I am not being accountable to anybody but myself, but knowing that each thing I consume will be going IN WRITING makes me stop and think. That and some recent photos of which I was not too fond. Half a week in and 2.5 pounds down. Summer of roughage indeed.
Abbot loses his balls. I lose my bulge. We all are more content with the world at the end of the day.
TIME TO DO LEGAL WORK. And did I mention there are TEN HORSES AT HOME NOW?! I wish I had time to truly document this entire experience. Tomorrow morning at 8 am there will be 10 well-intentioned retirees showing up to plant the food pantry garden (including TT's mother), so I've decided to clean the house and bake scones and muffins tonight, finish with horse chores early, and not go to the law office tomorrow. I'll just be a regular June Cleaver and then get down in the dirt with them. If only I could win the lottery and donate my time all the time...
ACK - really...must...get...to...work.
Hasta later!
Farm Girl
In other news, we've got SALAD! Last night marked the first night of greens from our very own garden. We have arugula coming out our ears, and I LOVE it! Today, I purchased some supplies for what I feel may be a summer of bountiful roughage - plastic baggies for sharing the leaf love, and, wonder-of-wonders, a salad spinner. I never really saw a reason for them before until the leaves came in from the outside complete with dirt, and I'm pretty sure I saw the cat mistaking the garden for a litter box....
AND! The 30 by 30 has finally started, and it has started because I am keeping the log of everything consumed like I threatened to do months ago. Amazing, really, as I am not being accountable to anybody but myself, but knowing that each thing I consume will be going IN WRITING makes me stop and think. That and some recent photos of which I was not too fond. Half a week in and 2.5 pounds down. Summer of roughage indeed.
Abbot loses his balls. I lose my bulge. We all are more content with the world at the end of the day.
TIME TO DO LEGAL WORK. And did I mention there are TEN HORSES AT HOME NOW?! I wish I had time to truly document this entire experience. Tomorrow morning at 8 am there will be 10 well-intentioned retirees showing up to plant the food pantry garden (including TT's mother), so I've decided to clean the house and bake scones and muffins tonight, finish with horse chores early, and not go to the law office tomorrow. I'll just be a regular June Cleaver and then get down in the dirt with them. If only I could win the lottery and donate my time all the time...
ACK - really...must...get...to...work.
Hasta later!
Farm Girl
Sunday, May 31, 2009
six weeks later...
Six weeks in the land of farm-law-life and a whole lot can happen! If anybody was actually following along on this thing, I imagine I've lost them. That's one of the things that can happen. There have also been birthday celebrations, trips to the emergency room after unplanned dismounts, a burgeoning horse population at the farm (yep, we're up to TEN, folks!), gym memberships left unused due to lingering injury and pain, new legal clients, new riding clients (and the wisdom to know the difference!), a completed RIDING ring with lovely footing, and...what the name of this blog is all about, some travel - to Texas for a lovely getaway and reunion all wrapped into one (remind me to write someday about "The Night of the 3 Boyfriends" - the first night ever spent at a social function with my bf, my ex-bf, and my ex's bf! Hm. What a world.).
Sooo...the trouble with my journal keeping habits (cum-blogging-technique) is that unless I am really up to date and in the moment, I spend all of this time explaining what I have not recorded and jotting half sentence notes for memory jogging at some unspecificed "later date." And tonight is no exception as I am pleasantly exhausted from an entire weekend of riding, teaching, tilling, grilling, and garden planning.
I staged an aerial attack on dandelions with a ho yesterday which ended with a score of Farmgirl 2, Dandelions 1. Although I did successfully rip out their deep, clinging roots, they also left me with a fiery blister on the thumb. Our gardening efforts are comical, but earnest. There was a moment this weekend when I literally googled "how to plant carrots" before diligently filling in the chart I created including such things as "depth of seeds," "width between rows," "thinning technique," and "harvesting." I never claimed to know what I was doing, but that has never stopped me before either! Apparently I'm just oh-so-trendy as well - cover feature on last Sunday's NYTimes told tales of college students seeking out summer internships on organic farms for no pay and life in a yurt. Hm. I'm sure I can fashion one of those, and I can throw in the bonus of horses for inspiration!
In other news, we seem to be winning the war on laundry. Temporarily.
As for the state of the world, some comic insight, or a more enjoyable post than this. Apologies. Ask me next time I'm on here having had fewer glasses of wine and more time to think. At least I'm back on now. Maybe some in the moment posting will result. Until next time. ~Farm Girl (just back from travels!)
Sooo...the trouble with my journal keeping habits (cum-blogging-technique) is that unless I am really up to date and in the moment, I spend all of this time explaining what I have not recorded and jotting half sentence notes for memory jogging at some unspecificed "later date." And tonight is no exception as I am pleasantly exhausted from an entire weekend of riding, teaching, tilling, grilling, and garden planning.
I staged an aerial attack on dandelions with a ho yesterday which ended with a score of Farmgirl 2, Dandelions 1. Although I did successfully rip out their deep, clinging roots, they also left me with a fiery blister on the thumb. Our gardening efforts are comical, but earnest. There was a moment this weekend when I literally googled "how to plant carrots" before diligently filling in the chart I created including such things as "depth of seeds," "width between rows," "thinning technique," and "harvesting." I never claimed to know what I was doing, but that has never stopped me before either! Apparently I'm just oh-so-trendy as well - cover feature on last Sunday's NYTimes told tales of college students seeking out summer internships on organic farms for no pay and life in a yurt. Hm. I'm sure I can fashion one of those, and I can throw in the bonus of horses for inspiration!
In other news, we seem to be winning the war on laundry. Temporarily.
As for the state of the world, some comic insight, or a more enjoyable post than this. Apologies. Ask me next time I'm on here having had fewer glasses of wine and more time to think. At least I'm back on now. Maybe some in the moment posting will result. Until next time. ~Farm Girl (just back from travels!)
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Move over Legal Eagle, I have a Legal Cat
"Civil Practice, putting people (and kitties) to sleep since 1976."
Lucky Ducky.
I am a lucky, lucky girl. This week of sunshine has me breathing deeply and opening my eyes wide to all that fills my life. I had to stop and pinch myself when I got home from work the other evening and looked out the back door to blue skies over pastures full of horses, my "Barbie's dream barn", the garden plot waiting to be planted, and my handsome boyfriend playing fetch with my textbook good looking and goofy golden retriever. (I know, I know, feel free to vomit in your mouth a little or send me hate vibes...it's just so perfect...I can't help it!) Rewind tape, when did all of this happen?! I don't know, but I'm going with it. Top down, grill fired up, legal work under control, and I'm picking up a brand new pony tomorrow! Life. Is. Beautiful.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
You know your room is a mess when...
...you completely lose your phone in it after having hung up said phone not more than 5 minutes before commencing the search! I had to g-chat a friend to call the silly thing just so I could unearth it from beneath two comforters.
However, I think it is fair to say that my room is frequently messiest when my life is the most fun and full. And that, my friends, it is! A friend once told me that she thought an overly tidy house was a symptom of much larger problems. I'm going to take solace in her opinion.
Looking forward to early evening and into the night riding, grooming, tack room cleaning, rock picking, rock path building, bush-hogging, tilling, and grilling most every night this week. Can you tell the sun has come out? Also that my court dates have thinned for a bit. And yes, "bush-hogging" is now something that is on my to-do list. Who would have thunk it?! I generally rock over sized shades and some sort of skirt on the tractor though.
Never a dull moment.
Farm Girl
However, I think it is fair to say that my room is frequently messiest when my life is the most fun and full. And that, my friends, it is! A friend once told me that she thought an overly tidy house was a symptom of much larger problems. I'm going to take solace in her opinion.
Looking forward to early evening and into the night riding, grooming, tack room cleaning, rock picking, rock path building, bush-hogging, tilling, and grilling most every night this week. Can you tell the sun has come out? Also that my court dates have thinned for a bit. And yes, "bush-hogging" is now something that is on my to-do list. Who would have thunk it?! I generally rock over sized shades and some sort of skirt on the tractor though.
Never a dull moment.
Farm Girl
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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