I am glad to have something to look at in my back yard now. When we bought this lot, there were so many horses behind us. And silly us, we thought they would always be there. But they haven't been. We did have a few horses all summer and the kids loved talking to them through the fence. But it's been empty and boring for a while now. I was excited last week when I came home in the middle of the day to find this whole giant heard back there. I would be lying however, if I didn't say I was just a tad bit nervous. You know. With last time and all. When we had a bull tromping wildly through our newly sodded, sodden yard. There was a day last week that there were about 5 of these cows with their heads sticking through the fence eating our grass. One or two more, and I am almost certain the fence would have no longer been standing. Steve had to go out and...persuade...them to go back on their own side. It's all good though. It has been far too quiet around here lately. We need a little excitement. And since it's winter and not spring, I am not too worried about the children being trampled.
We have a covered patio out back and apparently it is a good shelter for stray animals at night. We woke up this morning with 3 different types of tracks leading up to the back patio. We believe them to be deer, cat and raccoon tracks. Fun, fun. We also have all kinds of tracks over by the chicken coop. And it seems that we have 2 stray cats now squatting in our coop. Almost every time we go out to tuck the ladies in for the night, we have to chase out the cats. I don't mind it if they will keep the mice away and stop pooping on my patio. WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH ALL THE ANIMALS THINKING MY PATIO IS THEIR OWN PERSONAL TOILET??? If you're gonna squat here, don't take the term squat too literally! Please!Last night, Steve and I were watching the Amazing Race. The last pit stop was in Dhka Bangladesh. At the beginning of the show they were giving facts about the city. They said that there are 100,000 people per square mile. SAY WHAT? Steve said, "Did he just say what I think he said?" So we rewound it and listened again. Sure 'nuff. That's exactly what Phil said. He then went on to say that that would be the equivalent of taking all the people in The United States and Mexico and putting them in the city of Los Angeles. HELLO! We had to pause the TV and take that in for a full 60 seconds. Then we had to rewind it and hear it again, just to make sure we weren't imagining it. Dude!
Usually, the night before a big event, I will have nightmares all night long where everything that could possibly go wrong at the event does. Well, the night before Thanks Giving, I fully expected to have Thank Giving Day nightmares. But I didn't. I did have the freakin' weirdest dream though. I had a dream that I was a teenager and someone asked me my age and I couldn't remember how old I was. I knew I was 16 or 17, but I couldn't remember exactly. And I kept trying to figure out how old I was and why I didn't know. Then I woke up and there was a man in bed next to me! And that's when I realized I wasn't really a teenager, I was married. So I tried to remember how old I was and I started thinking, I'm married and I think I have kids. And I was remembering Zac and Emily as little kids and I thought, I must be about 23 or 24 years old. Then I remembered that I was about to turn THIRTY-SEVEN! It was the weirdest feeling to be awake and not know that I'm a middle aged woman with 4 kids and a husband in bed next to me.
My children have this obsession with cup stacking. I don't know where it comes from. I would rather have them stacking cups instead of watching TV, but, I must admit- it kinda gives me the crazy shakes. I kinda have this thing about things having a place where they belong and I feel much better when things are all in that place where they belong. When there are 70 million cups and other various items stacked all over my kitchen counter and table, well, that's a lot of stuff that is not where it belongs. Even if they are all red cups that can easily be put together and where they belong in a matter of seconds, all I see are 70 million things out of place. It's a personal problem, I know. Here they are Thanks Giving night, stacking away.
Emily asked me to take a picture of the "stuff" (no pun intended, you know, with the Stove Top and all) she stacked. I took the picture and as soon as the camera flashed, Addy who was standing right next to me went straight into her modeling pose:
The day after Thanks Giving, we took the kids to the dollar movie to see Despicable Me. Then we went to a display nearby that had all these Nativity's from all over the world on display. They also had some Nativity type activities for the kids to do. There was this puzzle there that had all the Nativity figures and they all fit inside this stable. It was making me crazy trying to help Addy put it together. I finally gave up, figuring that it was not a suitable children's activity, because there was no way in the world anyone could actually figure out how to get all those pieces in there. I was filling Steve in on the whole thing, and he just stood there looking at the puzzle. He was like, "Really? You can't figure that out?" All smug like and all. So I said, "FINE! Mister smarty pants, you give it a try!" So he nonchalantly started picking up the pieces and putting them in the puzzle. In about a minute, he had the whole thing put together. Whatever. It must have been the angle he had on it from standing up. I was sitting all squished up in a little tiny chair with Addy sitting on my lap helping me. That must be it, right?
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