I'm a DOCTOR Jim, not a meteorologist!

The big spring storm is here and settled in over CO. They say 8 inches today... another radio station said 4 FEET! No one seems to know how much precipitation or in what form it will arrive. Each news station gives different forecasts and each radio station's predictions are vastly different. I only caught the tail end of the one predicting 4 feet of snow, so they might have been talking about the mountains. I hope so.

So far there is no wind... just slushy snow. That heavy snow that covers EVERYTHING and doesn't budge. At least there is no wind and I'm thanking the stars for that. Keep your fingers crossed for NO WIND!


We bedded down the goat houses last night with extra straw. I go into the quonest hut and I scatter the straw... all the goats rush in to see what I'm doing... they all like to taste the straw - munch, munch, munch... and nibble on my hat. It's hard to spread it around with a couple 180 lb goats milling around! The straw is dusty too... so much so that by the time I come inside and blow my nose, all my boogers are black. But everyone is cozy and warm in their houses no matter how much snow we get.

The horses all stand in their lean-to's looking at the weather with gloomy faces. We give them extra grass hay to keep them warm - the more they eat and digest, the more their bodies generate heat to keep them toasty. I look at the horses gloomily because all this wet means no riding... I brought all my tack indoors tho' and I will be productive this weekend - cleaning and oiling all the leather.

The dogs go out and within 2 nanoseconds, they are scratching the door wanting back IN to the warm house. The one hard-core outside kitty we have grudgingly comes indoors and jumps up to the top shelf of our clothes closet... pulling down a lot of shirt on hangers as she does it too. You know when Split Pea Soup is in the house... all your clothes are on the floor of the closet! She occasionally clamors by the door, meowing desperately "It's IMPERATIVE I go outside!", but the snow and cold and wet drive her back in... back to the shelf in the closet and all the clothes I just hung back up on their hangers are thrown to the floor again.

Furry Husband finished up the chicken coop and the chicks are feathered out but still peep like the little fluffy yeller' babies they once were. Chickens is stoo-pid. They haven't figured out where to roost at night yet and they huddle in a pile in the cold and wet. We have to go in and put them IN their house. Like in Happy Gilmore... "Go to your hooome! Are you too good for your HOOOME?!" They usually figure it out after a week or so...

I haven't taken pictures of the new babies yet... we get all bundled up for the weather and it's rainy and slooshy and snowing and I forget the camera... I'll get them soon I promise!!

It will be a good weekend to dig into my final Twilight book! Yes. I got sucked in. I read the first two and they were good, entertaining, easy reads but I wasn't sold as a die hard fan. Our neighbor, Mrs. Kravitz, loaned me her copy of the third one and BAM - I was hooked. The third one was the BEST one in my opinion!! Now I'm on the fourth and final book.... already something very exciting and crazy is happening and I'm dying to know the outcome!!

I really love vampires. I had this big infatuation with them when I was a kid. I was checking out all the books in the school library about vampires and vampire folklore. Couldn't get enough of them.

My first SERIOUS crush? The kind where you want to burst into tears because you just LIKE the guy so much and you have all those hormones running rampid in your system and you have no earthly idea what to do with all that feeling and emotion??

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George Hamilton.

How hilarious is that?! It was during my "I love vampires" phase and I saw this show on t.v. called, "Love at First Bite". It aired in 1979 so I was only 9 yrs old??? That doesn't seem right... regardless, George Hamilton was cast as a vampire/male lead. My little heart overflowed with love and hormones for him.

Have you stopped laughing yet?

Don't worry - my crush eventually ended when I heard the song, "Jesse's Girl" and I moved on to Rick Springfield, probably a more "normal" focus for a 12 -13 yr old crush. Besides, I never found pictures of George Hamilton in Teen Beat or Tiger Beat magazines to feed the crush.

Tho - right now I have a mad crush on Ray Wise from the t.v. show The Reaper... HILARIOUS show by the way. I find I have another big crush on this older, really tan guy again? What is up with that?! Just what exactly is wrong with me? Sigh, lookit him, my eyes are all soft and moony looking at this picture ..... be still my beating heart. (and yes, I can still hear you laughing)