June 3, 2010

  • Just One More Day.......


    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    It's almost here!  The day the Beast leaves for North Carolina and will be gone for 5-7 days.  He says 7; I say 5.    We shall see who is closer.  Yes, he really and truly is leaving early, early in the morning Friday.  I will get up to see him off and then return to bed.  *Grin*  Later, Sheepie and I will go do some store cruising and, possibly, buy a few things. But.....

    Tomorrow (today to those reading this after midnight EDT) is the day we MUST give Baron a bath.  Good lord but the dog smells like a teenage boy.  All hormones and musty smells.  Sheepie was ticked off because he has started to lay down next to her when we eat at the kitchen table and she says she can smell him.  When the Beast said we were going to bathe him Thursday morning, she said, *Oh yeah, like that is going to help me NOW.*

    I had the baby today because of her having had a fever at school on Tuesday.  She has to go 24 hours without a fever before she can be brought back so she will get to go to school tomorrow.  She was a real stinker today.  Well, she was half stinker, half adorable.  She keeps trying to throw these tantrums (and I think she's seeing them at school and thinks they are neat) and she's finding out they don't work here.  Sheepie wanted to know why she was being so stubborn and I said, *Duh!  I think it runs in the family * and gave her *the look* over the top of my reading glasses.  She acted like she had NO IDEA what I meant.

    I keep calling Chewlee by Sheepie's name and I told Sheepie that she just reminds me in a lot of ways of her when she was that age.  She is almost the same exact way with her dolls that Sheepie was and she gets some looks on her face that all of the women and girls in the family seem to pull.  It's really hysterical to see. 

    Chewlee has gotten bad about taking a nap every day now.  Oh, she will if I lay down with her some days but, most of the time, she fights it.  You can tell when she's tired because she gets very quiet and starts to watch TV with a singular focus.  I have tried to get her to sit in my recliner when she gets like that and she will sometimes lay down and fall sound asleep.  Other times, she is like a little fire cracker.  She just wants to be on the move all the time.  Worse, she starts dragging me around with her.  **Insert eye roll here**

    I neglected to mention something funny that happened yesterday.  Sheepie was sitting in the Beast's recliner, watching a program on TV.  Baron was laying down on the floor next to her when he let out a fart that was enough to bring tears to your eyes.  That was bad enough but Sheepie said it just hung in the air and didn't dissipate. 

    So, she got up, grabbed a can of Febreze Air Effects and sprayed the air and then gave a shot to his butt.  It made him sit up in a shot and he moved out of the room and in with the Beast.  Bless his little heart.  I was hoping he would let off some in there until I realized that *I* had to sleep in there.    So I put the can of Febreze on the nightstand next to my pillows.......just in case. 

    Last year, when I was on my way to the Family Reunion, I stopped in Louisville and spent the night at my daughter's (Buttmunch).  While I was there, I had to make a stop at Home Depot to pick up some spray concentrate we needed for our peach trees and couldn't find locally.  I bought a quart of the copper based stuff recommended to prevent peach curl and I also picked up a fungicide concentrate.

    The Beast didn't use the fungicide last year but, when he went to look for it this year (we sure need it now), he couldn't figure out what the heck he did with it.  Neither can I.  We both searched the garage, all the cabinets out there and even my cabinets over the washer and dryer...just in case it got put up there for some reason.  I knew that *I* wouldn't do it.  I put all that kind of stuff out in the garage in the cabinet used to store our lawn and gardening supplies.

    So, he's talking to his cousin on the phone (the one in NC) and asks her if they have a Home Depot there. I was shocked because we've been there several times in the past couple years and our route to his aunt's house takes us right by the Home Depot.  He couldn't remember seeing one. 

    Anyway, since he's going up there, he will stop and pick up some of the fungicide we will be needing (actually, quite a bit of it).  I told him, since it's going to be a year-long process with spraying once a month even through the winter, to buy a case of it.  If he does or not, he will be the one that has to make the trip to the Home Depot here in Huntsville AND pray they carry the same stuff we want.

    It's times like these that I realize the Beast can't do ANYTHING that doesn't turn into some disaster or other.  He's moaning and groaning about all the fruit that has to be picked off and I told him it was his darn fault since he always overdoes everything.  We could have gone for just 8 trees or so but no..............!!!!!  He's got to buy every freaking variety he can find and now we have 32 assorted fruit trees to contend with!  Serves him right.  Except I will be helping out only because, since we have them, I would like to get enough fruit from them at some point to can and freeze.

    Well, more clothes to fold and a load to throw in the dryer so the Beast can have his new favorite shorts to take with him.  I'm going to start packing for him so he can get the suitcase into the truck tomorrow and that will be one more thing out of the way.

    Love you all and I hope you have a wonderful, wonderful day.  Smile a lot; it's good for your teeth.  Smile when you answer the phone because people can hear that smile in your voice.