Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Wordless Wednesday (almost on Thursday!)

It seems that I continue to leave my external hard drive at whatever laptop I'm not using to blog, so I'm more than a bit behind on the blogging with pics.

But here's a few pics from around these parts....

Let's start out with our niece-dog, Nina.  I swear this is the longest she's sat still since we've lived with her!

Here is the fearsome four-some.  The three in the front row are ours and Nina is all alone in the back row.  This is the closest they all would get to each other and you can see the two girls (the G Shepherds) are already distracted by something else. 


Here's a nice one of the girls, except that they are both sticking their tongues out at me....geesh... kids!
 

Until the next adventure...

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

"Did you feed the horse?"

Here's the scoop:

A couple nights ago, I had a dream that the Hubs and I had a horse in our barn.  The horse was cranky and Hubs had been working a long day, so I went out to feed the dumb horse before supper.

Then, being a good wife, I told him, I fed the horse.


(photo courtesy of Dengie horse feed site)


That's it.  That was where the dream ended.... but reality began.  Hubs woke me up and said, "you fed the horse?"

Yup. I didn't want you to have to worry about it.


"Thanks," he said, and he rolled over and went back to sleep.

(not a photo of me or a photo by me, from agentlelife.net)
No big deal, right?

Wrong... he hasn't let me live it down.  He has asked me now every night if I've fed the horse or if he needs to go take care of it. He asks me in the morning how the horse is.

Who knows who else he's told and laughed with about it at my expense?!

Well, I'll show him, I'll put it on the Internet... then everyone can know (and laugh at my expense).

(Gal in the Middle posted about her strange dreams, so I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon.  Maybe this should've been a linky party?!)

My horse dream was odd, sure, but it doesn't beat the time I woke up screaming at Amy Poehler.  But that's not something I'm ready to share with the world yet.... sorry.

Sweet dreams!

Saturday, October 16, 2010

It’s the little things….

Ever have one of those days when it seems like the second your eyes pop open in the morning the world has it out for you?  But then, somewhere in the day it tends to all make sense?

Ever been driving on a rural, two lane highway behind some sslllloooowwww person and getting frustrated and muttering (or shouting if that’s your thing) to the slow poke?  But then, you round a curve or come over the crest of a hill and there’s a cop speed checking cars?  And you immediately feel like a punk for getting mad at the snail car in front of you because it just saved you from a speeding ticket?

Events like that make me stop and a say a little “thank you” prayer to God for knowing what’s best for me, even when I thought I knew better.

Jump back a month or so ago with me -- Hubs and I had just moved into our new “place” (a spare bedroom at his brother’s house).  One of our three dogs chewed up the charger for my phone while I was gone.  I was irritated, but rolled my eyes and rolled with the punches.  I have a vehicle charger for the phone so I can only charge it now when I’m driving.

Now jump back a few days with me -- I had to get up earlier than usual and I set my alarm on my phone.  I woke up an hour late.  My phone was dead.  “Dead’er a doornail,” as my Grandpa would say.  I had no alarm to get me out of bed and no way to call a co-worker and tell them I was running late.

I walked downstairs to let the dogs out just as my sister-in-law was leaving the drive.  She was leaving on time…. The exact same time I was supposed to be leaving.

Her hubs was entertaining their son and getting the little man dressed for the day.  They were laughing and talking and having a good morning.

Minutes later, brother-in-law gets a call from his wife that she had just been in an accident in their brand new truck.  He left to go check on her and the truck (she’s several months pregnant) and I hung out with the little man (although his chipperness went away as soon as his daddy rushed out without him!).

The truck has some bumper damage, but the sister-in-law and baby are both fine.  Insurance will handle the details.

Here’s my point - if our dog hadn’t chewed up my phone charger a month ago, my alarm would’ve gone off, I would’ve gotten up on time and left when she did.  It could’ve been me in that fender bender or, at the least, I wouldn’t be there to help out with the little guy.

I’ve learned that it isn’t worth getting hung up on the details when things don’t seem to be going my way and this was a great example of that.

It makes me wonder about the all the little decisions we make every day and how those could carry big impact on down the road for myself or someone else.

When sister-in-law hit the car in front of her, the guy driving it didn’t have a license or insurance.  Maybe her fender-bender (actually it was a bumper-breaker) was God’s way of getting that guy’s attention and her brand new truck had to be a casualty.

So next time your phone battery dies, you’re stuck behind a slow poke or a small wrench gets thrown into your plans, try to remember to be patient because your small inconvenience could save your life…. Or at least your bumper.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

What does this mean about me?

Since we’ve moved in with the Hubs’ brother and his family, I haven’t slept really well.  I toss and turn and have to get up to go to the bathroom (out of bed, through the TV room, down the stairs, through the living room, through the kitchen and down the hall).  I think it has something to do with not sleeping in my own bed and getting used to the one we’re using now.

At least I hadn’t been sleeping well …until last night.

I don’t know what the deal was, but I remember turning off the light and the next thing I know, it’s 6 am and the little dog is licking my face and trying to get me to pet him.

My first thought, “Awesome….," followed by, "Geesh, I gotta pee!”

However, coming with the territory of getting a good night’s sleep, I had some strange dreams.  I always do.

So last night, I dreamt I was at National FFA Convention.  (not a bad place to be, albeit random).  I was supposed to be receiving my National Degree.  (I’ve already received my American Degree in real life, but this dreamt National Degree was a higher honor than that!)

Except I didn’t have my official dress on!

I had on jeans and a Purdue t-shirt!

And tennies!  (ya know, tennis shoes)

And they were dirty!

What does this mean about me?!!

I fear I am tragically under dressed in important situations?  (that’s true, I do)

I should rejoin FFA? (I’m a bit old for that, but if it’s my calling, then God has a sense of humor telling me about it!)

Or does is have anything to do with the photo I saw yesterday of the Indiana State FFA Officers on a billboard welcoming folks to the National FFA Convention coupled with going to a funeral home last night for a visitation of a family member’s g-ma and seeing people there in jeans, t-shirts and dirty tennis and thinking they were dressed very inappropriately for the situation?

That’s what I’m going with.

Not the thought that I am crazy.

Or am I?

No, that can’t be….
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