Life and Times of Today

Well, after losing half a nights sleep to anxiety about my appointment yesterday, they cancelled it.
The Doctors wife had a baby and he will be out for a week.

So, instead of going to the doctor we went to pick up our new used goats yesterday.
If you ask me, that's a WAY better way to spend your day.
Norman and Corki rode home in the back of the explorer and loved every minute of the ride. I don't know if they'd ever been to town or not, but I can tell you, they enjoyed the sights.
They fit in like they've been here for years, and get along with all the other tenants of the barn yard, even learning the secret call for snacks.
I have a slide show posted below and I'm in the process of loading all the pictures of the day on Flickr.
Be sure and click the photo link to your right.

Here's the scoop on Wendy.
She is STILL dating the plumber and he is SO great.
I hope beyond hope that they date for a long time and he doesn't get grossed out by her nose picking and farting.
I wonder if maybe he's a bit to normal for a family like ours, but given time we can work him into our weirdness.
If life was like one of my daytime stories, I would already have something to bribe him with to make him stick around.
Maybe I could just make something up and give it a go.

How's this.....
I could tell him I have all the information I need about his involvement with the situation in Panama and if he doesn't marry Wendy I will turn it over to the South American Consulate.
It could be just crazy enough to work.

Mike just went to the feed store and then he's going to swing by the company he used to drive log truck for.

They're getting a truck ready for him to drive during the week because groceries are to slow for someone low on the seniority list.
The money is ok just working weekends, but God bless the man, I want to smother his face in a pillow until all the life runs out of him when he's home from work all week with me.

Is that bad?

I'm sure it is but really, what can I do.

He has done all the trimming, mowing, pruning, raking, cleaning, fixing and building he can do, and now it's to the point that he's starting to watch my stories with me.

It's gone to far.

Driving log truck a few days a week will do us BOTH good.

I think that's all I have to say for now.

My heads a little loopy from the new no-puke pills they have me on.

Trust me though, I'd rather have loopy blog than an oogy belly any day.

OH!

Look what I got from my friend Mamahut!

Thanks MH, I think your a Kick Ass Blogger too : )