April 17, 2012

  • TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    Today the Beast decided he was going to pressure clean the fence, starting at the front game.  It's the smaller gate, so to speak.  It's wide enough to get the John Deere through so it's not your typical gate.  It's also VERY heavy and you have to keep the area mowed and cleared or it becomes very hard to open.  He said to me (now think about this...) *I need to get that pressure cleaned or it's going to be too heavy to get opened*.  Pressure cleaning involved both pressure and WATER.  Wood absorbs water, especially as wind and weather *age* it.  How in the hell is pressure cleaning going to lighten it?  I can guarantee you that it's not THAT dirty!  But I kept my mouth shut.  HE is the one that has to open and close it so....whatever floats his boat. 

    He's actually going to have to readjust the heavy duty spring that helps hold the gate in place and lifts it into a more *square* position so that it CAN be opened.  It also has a special type of lock on it and you have to know the secret to it to open it in the first place.  That's one reason I don't even try to open it.  It's a real P.I.T.A. 

    I woke up today feeling nauseous and very tired.  I went to bed early but the Beast was restless and, for some reason, didn't realize that I was in bed.  At one point during the night, he got up to look for something (don't ask me) and turned on the light.  When he woke me, he said, *Oh, sorry...I didn't realize you were here.*  I said, *Where the hell did you think I was?*  He didn't answer and I just turned over and pulled the blanket over my face.  Baron kept trotting around the house and then coming back to his bed and plopping down.  When he does that, he hits the bed like a jack hammer.  We have to reposition our bed every couple of days because of that.  He's a big klutz and seems to NEED to hit the bed every time he lays down on his pads.  I guess that's his way of letting us know he's there.

    I started eating some tortilla chips (plain) to try to get rid of the nausea and it seemed to work.  I finally was able to eat something and have a cup of coffee.  I started drinking some ice water (and chewing on the ice cubes like a kid...LOL) and that helped, too.  Later on in the evening, I suddenly became very hungry.  I ate some cottage cheese with sliced peaches and some of the strawberries I had picked from the garden.  Then, later, it was sliced ham on rye bread with one of my special mustards and some pepperoncini.  Bratfink asked me if I was preggers and that made me laugh.  As if!!!

    That seems to have subsided now, thankfully.  Whatever it was I was craving seems to have been satisfied.  As I returned to my computer after putting my glass and dishes in the dishwasher, I grabbed up two shortbread cookies the Beast was noshing on. 

    The Beast has decided we need a coffee grinder so we can get a better grade of coffee for our money.  I told him unless he buys kona coffee beans, I have no idea why he would want to spend that kind of money on coffee.  We've had good Columbian coffee but since he's been buying it, he's getting whatever is cheapest and some of the blends he's gotten are atrocious.  He's going to try it my way for a bit and see if I am right.   That's one hell of a statement from him even though his face said, *She's full of chit!*  So, we shall see.

    Time to get this posted.  Love you all and I sure hope your life is more exciting than mine.  Doctor tomorrow but not until 3pm.  The Beast will have to drop me off early since we get Chewlee tomorrow right around 3pm.  I just hope it's a nice day.  I need to get my bush beans planted now.  I thought the Beast had put some out already but found out he hadn't.  Chewlee will love helping out with that since the beans themselves are a size easy for her to handle.  She can just POKE a finger into the dirt, put in the bean and then pat the soil down.  I'll just have to point out where she does it.

    Be good and spread a smile today.