Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Anyway, this vet left a voice mail asking if I'd seen the movie Julie and Julia - that movie where the lead decides to cook each of Julia Child's recipes and blog about it? I remember seeing the trailer and thinking it sounded like a really cute movie.
And no, I have not yet seen this movie.
Anyway - our vet went on to say that this movie is just like my life.
I'm not sure what that means? The message DID make both Furry Husband and I laugh...
Maybe I LOOK like Julia?? Well - maybe in the hair a little...
Monday, December 28, 2009
There is a long driveway to the East of our house and it runs the length of our property heading South to Mrs. Kravitz's house and another neighbor's house - Mr. White.
Mr. White has a big pick-up truck with a topper and he decided to try and blast through the snow blocking this driveway that happened to be just on the other side of our house Saturday morning. His truck got stuck... he was there for a while digging out and putting chains on his truck. Not long - maybe 20 minutes.
Furry Husband called Mrs. Kravitz to warn her about the snow drift and to not drive up because she could get stuck. Mrs. Kravitz didn't answer her phone and she has no voice mail or machine to take a message, but she has caller i.d.
After a time, Mrs. Kravitz noticed we called and happened to look out her window seeing Mr. White's truck but thinking it was a veterinary truck parked outside our house. (Large animal vet trucks have that sort of shell in the truck bed to hold all their instruments etc.)
Furry Husband and I were no longer at home because we were on our way to take care of a horse we were pet sitting ... on our way down the road, we passed by another neighbor, Grumpy Jack, on his tractor and exchanged friendly waves.
By the time we return to our house after feeding this horse and stopping at the grocery store for a few items, Mrs. Kravitz had convinced people Furry Husband and I were having some sort of veterinary emergency.
She called the CSU Vet Teaching Hospital to see if any of our animals had been admitted.
She called my horse trainer, Rex, telling her we had an emergency at our house.
Grumpy Jack came by on his tractor to clear the snow Mr. White's truck had gotten stuck in and Mrs. Kravitz was litterally running up the driveway, on foot, in a panic, to see what was happening at our house and if she could help...
We weren't home and she told Grumpy Jack we had an emergency. (Did I tell you Mr and Mrs Grumpy Jack are maybe the biggest gossips on the block? They always know what is going on with each and every house on the road....)
We walked into our house an hour later, completely unaware the pot had been stirred by our lovable, well-meaning neighbor, Mrs. Kravitz. We checked messages.... 1. Mrs. Kravitz out of breath asking what was wrong, she was in a panic over us and was trying to figure out where we were. 2. Rex, the horse trainer, "ummmm, your funny little watchdog called and said there was an emergency.... is everything o.k.?"After we stopped laughing... we called Mrs. Kravitz to tell her it was Mr. White's truck stuck in snow outside our house, we had tried calling to warn her about the snow - NOT about any type of emergency. Everything was fine, no one was injured and she could take it back down to defcon 1. We gave her a loving, but much deserved, hard time for jumping to such conclusions....
We called Rex to tell her all was well, sharing more hearty laughter -
We called Grumpy Jack to let him know everything was fine and there was no emergency.
So much work to be done once Mrs. Kravitz gets involved!
You gotta love her.... besides, without her, we'd never enjoy such a good laugh when absolutely nothing was happening!
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Sometimes the fun is in the journey of creation.... and around the third hour of 'creation'... phooey. Furry Husband and I were SO over this cake that by the time we presented it at Christmas dinner, neither of us wanted to try it.
Not that it was bad or anything... but after seeing it and smelling it and tastes here and there of the batter, frosting etc. We were simply done with this cake.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
I'm making a Cranberry Obsession Snow Cake this afternoon for Christmas dinner at Mom's tomorrow. I had to hunt down the Albertson's grocery store staff to restock the cake flour... Furry Husband asked why I couldn't use plain ol' flour. I told him in my most urgent, I gotta pee, where is the bathroom voice "Any recipe with OBSESSION in the title... NEEDS cake flour!" I'll try to remember to take pix...
Merry Christmas everyone - stay safe and I hope you enjoy the peacefulness of the day!
Oh - Spot was just tugging on my sleeve. The goaties wanted me to include this for you... From Spot and Speck and Mario... MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Our first stream crossing... I carried Toe cuz I didn't want him getting wet and I wasn't sure he'd use the stepping stones. SHEW! I made it across balancing on rocks with a small dog.
I am so going to audition for Cirque du Soliel next year....
Monday, December 21, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
In the early years, I had some midnight-of-your-soul type of times. Once, I came home from a fair and found the window in my cabin blown in. Snow was all over. It was 20 below and 3 in the morning. I hadn't made any money and the car had just barely made it there. I really believe that success is just getting up one more time than you fall. It doesn't come from one brilliant idea, but from a bunch of small decisions that accumulate over the years. And you shouldn't underestimate the amount of work that's involved, the amount of fear that's involved.
Them's some strong and inspirational words right there. Applies to more than just bid'ness doesn't it? Riding horses.... Life.... if we can all keep getting up, it only takes getting up one more time than you've fallen.Anyway - my appointment with Rosso was changed - Rex has an injured horse and so we'll get to it another day... s'allright. All is well - the sun is shining!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Large wooden clothespins.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Spot had her date with Headliner Thursday evening. Sunday morning Spot was in heat again. Wha??
I talked to my goatie friends... called our vet to discuss and it turns out that Spot may be cystic. Meaning she isn't ovulating so she's like a reproductive skipping record and the breeding on Thursday couldn't work.
However, she may have had a false heat... and in that case was the Thursday heat the false one or the Sunday heat?
Owch. It's confusing and making my head hurt.
The plan thus far is to wait until Friday. If she is cystic, she'll come into heat again and we know how to proceed... a shot of GnRH to get the ovary ovulating and then a shot o' lutalyse to cycle her again and she gets a 2nd date. Success rate percentage high.
If she doesn't come into heat again... well.
Things get confusing and uncertain.
We won't know if she is pregnant or not... ultrasound won't work for another couple weeks and if the vet runs a progesterone test to see if she ovulated... well, the test won't show if she ovulated Thursday (good) or Sunday (bad)...
Anyway, like I said. It makes my head hurt so I'm not thinkin' 'bout it til I have to on Friday.
On the horse front, the sub-zero temps and the death of my Pa impacted my riding in a pretty huge way. It's finally thawed out and I was able to ride my mare Sunday. Ooooeee my thighs are unhappy with me... sore, sore, sore.
Tonight is the barn "Hen Party" for all us crazy horse women to gather 'round and squawk... and tomorrow I'll take that pipsqueak Rosso up and Rex is gonna ride him. Saturday, I'll have a lesson on 'im. Sunday I ride my mare again...
Hopefully watching Rex ride and seeing no harm befall her talented head will help my instinctual lizard brain see there is nothing to fear and my confidence will return. She and I both agree that Sera pulled more dangerous antics when she was a youngster but for some reason the fear kicked in on Rosso.
The more successful rides I have on him, the more confidence I will gain.
This fear thing is really weird. I've never experienced it before. I've been cautious or careful or hesitant before in situations but never downright, lilly livered, yeller bellied, boot quakin' skeered.
Last time I rode Rosso, I really thought I would be fine. I was calm and joking with Rex and I thought I was cured only to find that once I was sitting astride him my legs began quivering uncontrollably in fear.
Shocked and surprised me! So bizarre how your rational mind and your primitive instincts can be at war.
I talked with the horse chiropractor and she said there was a book published a while ago - she didn't remember the title - but it was about how many big horse trainers went through a "fear" phase. The book discussed how the fear started and how they each got over it. I'm talking famous, big name trainers.... I gotta look for that book.
In the meantime... just like John Wayne says, "Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway."
I will overcome and I'll be saddling up... here's to a good and productive ride on Rosso!
Friday, December 11, 2009
Rex, my invaluable horse trainer, called and the regular Thursday barn cleaner injured herself... could I clean stalls? Yes. I could and I did.
The printer called and our label "fix" was ready to be picked up at the same time Spot had her date... lucky Furry Husband got out of accompanying me on a goat date. He went to pick up labels instead...
When it rains, it pours eh?
My first preservative contained the dreaded "parabens". Parabens. Mmf. A lab rat somewhere got cancer... parabens were associated with this event. There is no proof or scientific documentation that the parabens caused said cancer. You can read more about parabens here and here .
However, once a cat like that is out of the bag, you can never really put it back in. That cat is wiley and has sharp claws.... mee-owch!
When I first developed my formula, there weren't paraben free preservatives. When I had my labels printed, there wasn't a paraben free preservative. Due to consumer demand, there are paraben free preservatives now.
I met with my printer last week to develop a fix... it's easy for me to make a paraben free lotion, however, the labels I printed earlier list parabens.
I would be shooting myself in the foot to take a product to market and automatically alienate or scare a segment of my market. Once they are scared off they won't come back... some might but others will forever be lost.
I needed to get the parabens out of there. Yes, there was a cost to fix my label and yes, that sucks because it eats into profit, but in the long run, I haven't scared any prospective clients away.
The customer is always right.... doesn't matter if your personal thoughts don't match. Doesn't matter if there is no scientific backing or proof, you simply gots to listen to what your customers want.
Happy FRIDAY everyone!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
The funny part of the evening was the new seal on our lotion bottles. I had been using shrink wrap bands but those can be easily pulled off. My new bottle supplier has these "lock and seal" things. Think aspirin bottle and the Styrofoam disk you have to break through that says in tiny letters, "sealed for your protection".
We put them on and screwed down the lids... and since we can't READ directions... we unscrewed the lid to see this new lock and seal technology.
Wha? It's not working! The little disk is stuck up in the threads of the cap! How is THAT gonna work?!? We were stressing over it but put them on each bottle anyway.
I looked at the directions this morning and sure enough, at least 30 minutes needs to pass for the micro seal glue to adhere. Furry Husband unscrewed 4 bottles randomly and sure 'nuff the lotion is locked and sealed. Hooray!
The wind kicked up... drifts of snow so hard packed they can support our body weight (and I ain't no petite flower people!) were on either side of the gate - knee deep - and we couldn't get out to the cars. There was another drift behind my car... after much shovelling I broke out.
Only to have Furry Husband call about an hour later to tell me, "uh, honey? Spot is in a full on heat."
She was supposed to meet the buck, Headliner, last night for a little tryst. It was so cold, she was not showing any signs of wanting to meet the George Clooney of goats.
Now that the sun is out and it's a whopping 7 degree heat wave out there, she's changed her mind.
**Oh - side note - when you buy your goat some fleece outerwear at the thrift store because they are cold and shivering and you are worried about them? It's not nearly as easy as you might think to get said human clothes ON said 180 lb goat when she is quite sure she should NOT wear human clothes.
Do you think she should keep her fleece outerwear on for her "afternoon delight" with the buck today? Do you think he will find her that much more irresistible?
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Spot has her date tonight. I don't know if cold will affect her "mood"? Tho', it is supposed to heat up to 18 with sun today, so maybe the date will be unaffected. Fingers crossed.
Scary story today for you!
The front page of the Denver Post had a story about cattle mutilations... these 70 yr old ranchers in Southern CO are finding cows with all the innards taken, eyes, brains, ears, tongues, udders...
The tender meat is left, the bones of the skull/neck are picked completely white and clean... literally overnight.
There are no tracks anywhere near the carcass. There is no blood anywhere near the carcass. The areas taken are cut with surgical/laser like precision.
I tell Furry Husband I think it's the Chupacabra. He thinks aliens.
Monday, December 7, 2009
And then the blog sorta went in all directions - ka-blam!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Here he is today.. in his new coat. I know - it sorta sissi-fies him.
He has longer hair and he is short enough that he gets really wet when we have more than a couple inches. We've gotten about 5" of snow today; it's the first time he's worn it and it really does help keep his little belly dry!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Since we were having our biggest crowd yet for Thanksgiving, we decided to paint with Thanksgiving as our deadline. We started out taping the trim and washing the foot boards/walls, putting down drop cloth...
yes, our washing machine is right smack in the kitchen. Fun huh? Cook up yer meal and wash yer delicates all at the same time!
Friday, December 4, 2009
She and the baby were whisked away by ambulance and they are in Aurora, CO doing fine. The plane continued on to Ohio or wherever it was supposed to go....
How messed up would THAT be?
You are on a plane and some lady's water breaks... there is blood and mucous and membranes and placenta and umbilical cords and 'gina.
The story said there were 2 nurses and a Dr. on board to assist... as well as flight attendants ... and they took over the back of the plane for the birthin'.
Eww. Talk about yer stains.....
And then there was a story on Yahoo about the Sun-maid Raisin girl gettin a makeover. She went from looking like this, the raisin girl I know and love from the 1970's....
She's not SO different from the 1970 version...exept for her bigger *cough* raisins *cough*
I dunno man. I guess Sex. Sells. Raisins.
I think the next time I'm feeling a bit randy... I'm gonna give Furry Husband a new pack o' raisins and we'll see where it takes us. To new heights I'm sure. (rolling of eyes)
Maybe instead of changing Sun-Maid raisin girl's *cough* raisins *cough*... they should update her hat...