It's too late to think clearly in my congested head. Maybe it's writers block, or the fact that my sinuses make me feel like I would be better off without them. I stooped low today when I went to the doctor and begged for antibiotics. I never take antibiotics. This head is bound and determined to feel better by tomorrow at 4:15 when my plan takes off for Vegas. I will feel like a million bucks. And Barry Manilow will call me up on stage and sing to me in that heart-melting voice.
I'm not really going to see Barry in Vegas. But I would if he was in town. He'll be in Florida. Jerk.
I will, however, see my amazing girlfriends from college. And as Jason said tonight, "You are all going to have so much fun!".
Yes. Yes we are.
Here are few random facts about life here on the farm. (I've decided I can call it a farm now because we have goats, but I am not planning on becoming a farmer any time soon)......
- In case you missed the plane writing in the sky, or the overhead announcement on the speakers in every public place, Ella is 6.5 years old now. We made cupcakes and sang. It's a big deal to the 6.5 year old. She even told me, "Sometimes I forget and tell people I am 6, but really I am 6 and a half!!". Don't forget.
- Owen is continually subjected to becoming a Prince. He is told to dress up in very specific outfits and marry his sister. He usually obliges because he is so nice and as long as it doesn't take time away from his Lego creations or garbage dump activities or couch jumping gymnastics, he is o.k. with it. What a great brother. He can be seen wearing a chocolate milk mustache on a regular basis since we found Dark Chocolate Almond Milk at the grocery store. I think he is obsessed.
- Sam won't kiss me. When I ask him for a kiss, he turns his head to the side and points to his own cheek and has that sly little grin. What does this mean for his future? I will not dwell.....Watching him play with the big kids makes me feel like he isn't a baby anymore. Sigh. He talks more everyday, especially when his siblings teach him words. I just wish those words would encompass more than just "potty" talk. Poor third child.
- We had significant snow fall last week for Kansas and I chose to make the best of it - which says a lot for this Mama who loves 60 degrees and sunny weather. I took the 3 kids sledding on a genuine sledding hill. It was fantastic and the hour was full of so much laughter. I was very proud at how appropriately dressed we all were in our Minnesota hearty winter wear. The Kansans looked on in amazement of our dress and our sledding skills.
- We have two goats. They are wonderful. They wag their tails like dogs when they are happy to see you. They give me kisses because they love me (and would like to eat my nose) and they seem to enjoy it here. However, how do I get one of them to stop charging the dog with her head? How do I get the other to not chew on the dogs fur? These are the things I ponder each day. Fascinating, really.
- I love my husband. Don't be fooled by the fact that I write this after the goat information. I really do love him. He strives each day to be a great Dad and husband. I love watching the kids attack him with hugs when he comes in the door after work. I love falling asleep in his arms.
- Our dog is trying to bury her beef tendon stick, as I type, in any room with pillows. She is frantically digging in the couches and seems a bit disturbed. Strange dog. And random, I know.
- I made guacamole today that was good. Now my hands smell like garlic, which is bad.
If I don't fly away with Barry, I'll be seen back on the farm next week. I wonder how much laundry will be awaiting my return?
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