Category Archives: Pets

The Winds of Change

Big life change…ma starts working at the local elementary school on Tuesday morning.  It was a really hard decision to make, one that made me sick to my stomach at the thought of the unknown after having been a stay-at-home mom for the majority of the past 23 years. It’s something I’ve thought about since spring and visited with one of our “other daughters” who is an Aide at the school and think may be right up my alley.  Ash took my application in on Tuesday, received the call this afternoon…was told I could start tomorrow if I wanted…but chose a meeting to learn the ins and outs of the job and so on.  I am absolutely terrified of change!  Will be nice to feel as though I’m accomplishing something again! 

The best will be that it’s only during school hours, no weekends and no nights besides school programs.  Will still be able to be home for my guys and go with when there’s a rodeo or roping.  That was one of my major worries being I’ve been able to be there for everything over the years.

20180827_1202211484317000682035350.jpg

(these two normally won’t sleep this close, but mom made a couple new afghans)

Had been having THE BEST WEEK in a long time until this morning.  Our girl is on her one week vacation and came home this year instead of staying out west.  She finally found a class to carry a gun, so she wasn’t able to get home until around suppertime on Sunday.  Actually had both kids in one house, actually in the same room, for the first time in YEARS.  Rather funny, the top bunk and K aren’t the best of friends…but she seemed to actually be enjoying hanging out with her little brother again.  Made ma’s heart feel good.

Yesterday we took Gramma to the city to the hotdog shop, was always one of our things and it had been a couple years.  Afterwards we went to the Catholic park and walked off those hotdogs, Gramma and I had each been there once, K hadn’t been before.  Took her awhile but she found Moses…he was who she wanted to find aften Jesus.

20180831_0002088292075679416003888.jpg

Was even able to pull a fast one and stop at a cemetery in the city where I found my Great Great Grandmother and her second husband and two sons.  Cemeteries freak my girl out and I find such peace walking cemeteries and reading stones.  She gets that from her father, he doesn’t like going either.

We’d been having such a nice time…when I got up to get Bubba going for school this morning she was roaming the house.  Her boyfriend of almost three years called at 4 am to say he wasn’t sure about their relationship anymore.  Is he freaking kidding me, she’s six hours away on vacation with her family and he pulls a stunt like this?! 

He’s here now, she met him in the city where they are spending the night.  She texted to say they’ve working things through…they came to the realization they’ve let work and friends get in the way to the point where they are basically roommates.  They have work to do but seem to want to work on it. 

Don’t know what she’ll do if they break up.  No family out there, no friends close enough for her to room with if they do.  They have a pickup they split the payment and insurance on, the downpayment was the vehicle she’d been driving since she graduated high school that we gave her when she graduated from college…she’d never be able to afford that payment on her own, rent, she has a good job but not high paying enough to get a place of her own, no matter how cheap.  She did tell him that if they did break up and she had to move home, there would be no going back.  She’d been working at a bank for almost two years now and just became a loan officer over the summer, that’s a hard job to leave and try to find new. 

Mom is feeling so much stress…thankfully she takes after her dad and doesn’t let too much stress her out and has always put her head down and plowed on when times have been tough.  Not real having with DingBat tonight for pulling this on her at this time.  She hasn’t been able to come home for this long in over two years.  Going to have a hard time being civil when they come home tomorrow.  I will be, but it won’t be easy…selfish comes to mind, it could have waited two days until she went back out west. But that’s mom speaking. 

Now I have to start to thinking about shower and bed.  I’ve been a major night owl for over two decades now (since K was born I’ve always waited until the kids have been in bed for the night to do my thing and have never been able to break it after both were in school) and the though of having to change is going to be tough, the meeting at the school is at 10:30, which isn’t too hard, but starting next week I’ll have to be at school at 8:00…pretty tough when I normally go to bed between 2:30 and 3.  I can do it…it’s worth it! 

melmpf  

Fair Time

This week is our county fair, always tons of fun…one of the best county fairs in our area, but guessing I’m a bit prejudicted. Bubba and friends have been several times, Old Boy and I have only been once with only two days yet to go.

The rodeo was last night, the guys didn’t no any good. Was actually a pretty crappy night for most of our friends, but those nights happen. Old Boy and partner have had a fairly good year this year, so no complaints. Had a good time visiting with friends and harassing my father (he started it, so all’s fair!)…and of course the fair food, always so good and over the years I’ve learned to limit myself of the once a year treats.

Visited with one of my oldest and closest friends for a bit (something we don’t make much time to do) and with Pastor. Actually didn’t see too many of the year in year old regulars, which was fine being I wasn’t in a totally social mood.

Years like this it bothers me that Bubba no longer participates in 4H…he always enjoyed the monthly meetings and various activities throughout the year and he loved going to the fair, he just never could be motivated to do the work it takes to prepare for the fair. Sometimes mom has to put her foot down, got to the point a few years ago where I had to say we are done, if I have to harp and nag to get you to do projects….done. Wasn’t very popular that year, but isn’t that part of being a parent? I miss the fun of being active in the fair, but at least can still go and see all my nieces, nephews and cousins kids are doing…just not quite the same.

Have been in such an ugly mugly mood as of late. This is the first summer Bubba has his drivers license, he’s seldom home, always working for grampa or various neighbors, which is a good thing, just a new norm for ma and having a hard time adjusting to not being needed so much anymore. An almost empty nester after 23 years of being a stay-at-home mom, not easy. Old Boy is enjoying the slower pace, I would say quiet but anyone with a chihuahua or three knows that quiet seldom happens. A different type of quiet.

The boys had baling to do this afternoon, had to get a kick watching them unload bales. Two 16 year old boys who fancy themselves being such strong, hard working guys…47 year old Old Boy ran cirlces around them. The boys were on the rack unloading onto the elevator, Old Boy was grabbing and stacking up in the loft…he was continually standing and waiting. I just watched and took it all in. The year Old Boy first worked for Dad and Brother we baled 14,000 bales of alfalfa, we went through many high school kids who would work one day and wouldn’t be able to help again. It was hard work, Old Boy was only two years older than these two Yahoos are now. They couldn’t have handled it. I shake my head often when Bubba tried explaining various elements of baling to me and I just say yes, I know, I get it, been there, done that, I grew up on a farm with way more acres…of course now Dad big round bales everything and it’s fun for Bubba to haul bales and stack while inside an air conditioned cab tractor, wasn’t how we did it 30 years ago. Dad round baled very little back in those days…most of these fancy horse people who buy from him want the big round bales where we like the little so we can control how much the horses and cattle get when they start to put on too much weight.

I did give in afterwards when the guys went to load their second rack, took Tess into town for a treat. She’d been pouting all afternoon being stuck home with me and the minions.

She was far from happy when I told her no more licorice for her…she moved from the riders side of the pickup to the console and pushed on me while driving. Old Boy said that’s her trick and makes her get back on the riders seat. She seems to not mind me as well as she does Old Boy. She’s right at about a year old, so has a mind of her own, shuts her ears off when she doesn’t like what she’s being told.

Well, definitely past my bedtime. Hope to get to the fair tomorrow and see what all I missed last night. Sweet dreams!

melmpf