Now Broadcasting in HD Parts 1 & 2

So we got the new BIG t.v hooked up to high definition this morning.

It's ok, but maybe not all it's cracked up to be unless your watching The Little Mermaid or Finding Nemo.

Our trip to Costco yesterday was just what I needed to boost my spirits and drain my bank account. 

I love Costco.

I also love walking out to the garage to see full "pantry" shelves and the green fridge packed with overflow that the inside fridge couldn't fit. 

The big freezer is holding the dinners of many nights to come, pork chops, chicken parts and pizza pockets! 

It's like we're ready for January 1st of the year 2000. 

Remember that?

My Dad had cans of  beans and gallon jugs of water stacked in the bathroom of his little apartment.

My biggest fear was that something would happen and we would all be spooning beans out of a can with him because of my lack of trust in the media.

Had I prepared for my own family, we would have survived on Easy Mac, Ding Dongs and Yoo Hoo.

Things are too distracting around here this morning what with the cable guy, Wyatt's new ability to record 350 hours of programing and GK trying to figure out what they do with the old receivers.

I'll talk to ya later.

PART DEUX

Ok, I'm back.

I think the dish guy has things just about wrapped up at Wendys.

He is one of those HIGH ENERGY guys who shouts at you in short sentences and uses his hands alot.

He really sent me off balance.

I checked the medicine cupboard in the bathroom after he used it on the given advice from my considerably older and wiser sister.

Everything was still there (I counted.)

Yesterday the neighbor delivered a load of dirty gravel for the driveway.

He is most obviously a dump truck driver, not a dump truck spreader.

Dump and ditch.

Mike was out working with the tractor and rake until sundown, but it sure looks good today.

This afternoon Bob will bring another load and Mike will do the area between the houses and towards the barn.

We let the mallards and the turkeys out of the compound yesterday.

It is so fun to see them all out fowling around.

It was even  more fun to see Wendy when she went down to feed the chickens with me and the turkeys walked up to her.

LORD!

I thought she would go into coronary arrest.

HAHAHA!

It was the best.

You see, turkeys are to Wendy what the boogie man is to a five year old.

Now I think I'm done.