I'm not exactly certain what happens to my days, other than they disappear very quickly. My husband is home this week and is trying to get a months worth of crap done, and work fulltime, in that time frame. And I don't mean little piddly crap, I mean tearing down the shed, putting up the fence for the cows, making huge financial decisions related to sheds and barns. Oh, and make decisions about the upstairs bathroom and wants that done by the end of June! Nope, can't do it the easy way, he has to try to do it all in a week, which makes for a very cranky man. And do I need to remind anybody that I'm almost 5 months pregnant and that in general makes me cranky?, let alone adding a cranky man to it? It ain't pretty.
I also am finding when it rains, it poors. I have to provide service to the poor for my job as a leader and well, am about to get fired if I don't do something. So I have applied at multiple places (shelters) and really wanted to go to the domestic abuse shelter, not the homeless shelter. So the domestic abuse shelter never got back to me so I sucked it up and went to the homeless shelter and wouldn't ya know? Now I've got them both calling looking for help! So I go today to the homeless shelter to help for a while and next week for training at the domestic abuse shelter and well, damn, my CEO should be really freakin' happy!!!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Moving beams
Something I hate? When a big ole' beam just jumps out of nowhere and smacks you in the head. I don't mean a 2x4, I mean a beam. As in a support beam of a barn. Now for those of you who may not know, old barns have lots of beams. Everywhere. Some of them are as big in diameter as my expanding waist, some of them smaller but still big enough that a grown man couldn't wrap both hands around it and touch fingers. Beams everywhere, sometimes no rhyme or reason. And if one isn't paying attention? They just jump up & "SMACK", right upside the head. And damn does it hurt.
I kid you not. I almost knocked myself on my ass in the barn this afternoon. Which would not have been cool for many reasons, primarily my husband happens to still be out of town and had I actually gone over backwards, there was a good chance I would have gone ass first down a hole into the floor below. Where mama cow and baby are housed at this time. The only saving grace would have been when I either woke up from knocking myself out or landed on the floor below, I had cell phones in my pockets and would have been able to call for help. Assuming I didn't break my neck.
Yup. Look out for moving beams. They're a bitch.
I kid you not. I almost knocked myself on my ass in the barn this afternoon. Which would not have been cool for many reasons, primarily my husband happens to still be out of town and had I actually gone over backwards, there was a good chance I would have gone ass first down a hole into the floor below. Where mama cow and baby are housed at this time. The only saving grace would have been when I either woke up from knocking myself out or landed on the floor below, I had cell phones in my pockets and would have been able to call for help. Assuming I didn't break my neck.
Yup. Look out for moving beams. They're a bitch.
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