Greetings readers of this blog (which aren't many)
Life and cancer has kept me running chasing my tale 24-7.
We're in stage 4 now, things aren't looking too great but we keep trying to get over each and every hump along the way. Somedays are good, some days suck, some suck more than others.
Life is very sedated these days, gone are the horses,, down to one,, the old guy which I will never get rid of. No more barn days,, farming is no longer a top priority and a way of life. Son pretty much handles the crops, cattle have been turned over to another family member,, I honestly forget what it's like to smell like horses, cows or manure.
Cancer seems to have snuck into all areas of his body now, bones, glands, etc,, when I say nothing matters but his comfort, I mean,, nothing matters,, the world passes you bye, no time to even wave as it flies past you.
I did manage to plant garden stuff this year which is turning out very nice, we shall eat well this coming year. If I could find a way to grow TP, cat and dog food, I'd have it made.
Just as one life is closing,, another begins,, hubby and I are going to be 1st time grandparents in the Spring. Our son and his wife told us the blessed news recently, we cannot wait. I've already got the hobby horse on springs out of storage, looking at it, checking it out on what it needs. I will make sure this child has his-her own horse one day, much like our children did.
Enjoy today,, say what you want, do what you want,, remember,, in reality,, tomorrow never comes.
Feather
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
New arrival on the farm
This little fellow was born nearly 48 hrs ago. Mama and son are doing well. Life is always busy around here,, but then,,, we wait for this all winter long,, don't we? ha!
Feather
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
A Tic, in my omg zone
This could only happen to me, and yet I laugh about it, oh hell,, maybe someone reading this needs a laugh too.
Today my Mom stopped in along with my step Dad. I had just gotten into my clothes line dried pajamas,, sitting on the couch with my Mother when I felt it,, felt something crawling on my * you know where*
Not one for modesty when cooch crisis strike, I stuck my hand-arm down my pajama bottoms right away.. My mother said, " What in tarnation are YOU DOING!?"
By God, I wasn't about to say, "excuse me, I have something crawling on my crotch", I went for it.
Hubby was zoning on his pain meds but felt well enough to ask me if I had crabs, then snickerd. My step dad was ROTFL.
I jump up and run to the bathroom swearing enroute,, I've GOT TO GET IT OFF OF ME!
It's been raining a lot, when its dry enough I will hang laundry out to dry on the clothesline,, a Tic, must have fallen off a tree and gotten into my pajama pants,, unbeknown to me.
So now I'm in the bathroom, hopping, dancing cussing,, trying to SEE down there. There was a time when I could contort myself to look, LOL,, ain't happening at this age. I got out the super magnifying lighted makeup mirror, propping a leg, feeling more like the splits and contorted myself in every position possible to have a look.
My Mom starts banging on the bathroom door asking me if I'm ok. I said, Nooooooooooooo,, I'm NOT OK, I got a tic on my crotch and I can't SEE IT! By now I needed a flood light or Spotlight and a 20x magnifying glass to see or a zoom lens.. bifocals don't travel THAT far, lmao.
What does Mom do? She goes to Kid 2's room and says,," Can you go into the bathroom and look at your mothers kitty" ( I did not just HEAR MY MOTHER SAY THAT!) " She thinks she has a Tic on her kitty" I'm standing in the bathroom looking like some older Russian gymnist while bodily parts are snapping, when I hear Kid 2 say.
Grandma,, There is NO WAY IN HELL,, I'm looking at my Mothers cooch!,, YOU DO IT!"
I hear hubby and step dad out in the livingroom howling with laughter, and My mother now proceeds to scold Kid 2 for saying, hell and cooch,, " Ladies don't talk like that young lady!"
I finagled around enough that I was able to FEEL the Tic, without giving myself a free pelvic examination and get the Tic off before he'd sunk into the skin. However,, there was a time I'm standing in the bathroom thinking of who I could call to help me in this crisis.
I thought of my cousin,, my partner in horse breeding, she's seen a lot of crotches bare, since she's been a Lamaze coach,, whats one more,, right? You just don't call your friends at dinner time and say,, " By the way,, are you busy? would you mind coming over to look at my crotch,, I may have a Tic on it"
As I stood there trying to De-Tic myself,, I was thinking of all these horror scenarios.. Not finding the Tic till later and it growing in size, having to see my GYN for extraction,, I was desperate,, How would I explain it got there?
Bottom line,, it's gone, and dead, my omg zone is now Tic Free.
Peace, Feather
Today my Mom stopped in along with my step Dad. I had just gotten into my clothes line dried pajamas,, sitting on the couch with my Mother when I felt it,, felt something crawling on my * you know where*
Not one for modesty when cooch crisis strike, I stuck my hand-arm down my pajama bottoms right away.. My mother said, " What in tarnation are YOU DOING!?"
By God, I wasn't about to say, "excuse me, I have something crawling on my crotch", I went for it.
Hubby was zoning on his pain meds but felt well enough to ask me if I had crabs, then snickerd. My step dad was ROTFL.
I jump up and run to the bathroom swearing enroute,, I've GOT TO GET IT OFF OF ME!
It's been raining a lot, when its dry enough I will hang laundry out to dry on the clothesline,, a Tic, must have fallen off a tree and gotten into my pajama pants,, unbeknown to me.
So now I'm in the bathroom, hopping, dancing cussing,, trying to SEE down there. There was a time when I could contort myself to look, LOL,, ain't happening at this age. I got out the super magnifying lighted makeup mirror, propping a leg, feeling more like the splits and contorted myself in every position possible to have a look.
My Mom starts banging on the bathroom door asking me if I'm ok. I said, Nooooooooooooo,, I'm NOT OK, I got a tic on my crotch and I can't SEE IT! By now I needed a flood light or Spotlight and a 20x magnifying glass to see or a zoom lens.. bifocals don't travel THAT far, lmao.
What does Mom do? She goes to Kid 2's room and says,," Can you go into the bathroom and look at your mothers kitty" ( I did not just HEAR MY MOTHER SAY THAT!) " She thinks she has a Tic on her kitty" I'm standing in the bathroom looking like some older Russian gymnist while bodily parts are snapping, when I hear Kid 2 say.
Grandma,, There is NO WAY IN HELL,, I'm looking at my Mothers cooch!,, YOU DO IT!"
I hear hubby and step dad out in the livingroom howling with laughter, and My mother now proceeds to scold Kid 2 for saying, hell and cooch,, " Ladies don't talk like that young lady!"
I finagled around enough that I was able to FEEL the Tic, without giving myself a free pelvic examination and get the Tic off before he'd sunk into the skin. However,, there was a time I'm standing in the bathroom thinking of who I could call to help me in this crisis.
I thought of my cousin,, my partner in horse breeding, she's seen a lot of crotches bare, since she's been a Lamaze coach,, whats one more,, right? You just don't call your friends at dinner time and say,, " By the way,, are you busy? would you mind coming over to look at my crotch,, I may have a Tic on it"
As I stood there trying to De-Tic myself,, I was thinking of all these horror scenarios.. Not finding the Tic till later and it growing in size, having to see my GYN for extraction,, I was desperate,, How would I explain it got there?
Bottom line,, it's gone, and dead, my omg zone is now Tic Free.
Peace, Feather
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
The cat died
I heard this cat distress yeowl today, went to find it.. I found our old outdoors cat in the garage behind the freezer. Once I moved it, I could tell she had a stroke.. The old girl had messed herself was in a great deal of distress, losing all bodily fluids.
I put her in a nice box, out in the sunshine and warmth ( she always liked the sun). Our other cat came up to us, meowing back at her, looking at me. Within 5 min the old girl looked up at me,, it was almost like she smiled,, taking a deep breath,, then closing her eyes forever. I will bury her out among the other dogs and cats in our own little animal cemetary, complete with a stone marking.
Now this old gal had quite the life. She once belonged to an elderly neighbor lady who was put into a nursing home. Her kids flocked in from out of state, cleaned her house and and more or less, ditched the cat. I knew the cat the moment she showed up here, all matted, starving, wormy, etc.
We took her in, giving her medical care, building her own little Cat House in our garage, it even being insulated for cold weather. She lived happily for a good many years with us. She was perfectly happy to lay in the sun on the porch, in my flower beds, garden etc. We always keep a pan of cat food and fresh water available for them. In reality, she had a much better life with us.
I knew her clock was ticking this past winter, she wasn't moving as fluid as she used to, starting to gimp, slowing down etc. I could have taken her to a Vet, but in all honestly, I didn't think she had much time and once I found her,, I knew she was shutting down. It doesn't matter if they are a stray or not, or how long they live here, we get attached and it hurts when one leaves us.
I know,, she's better off and she lived a wonderful life while we had her.
Feather
I put her in a nice box, out in the sunshine and warmth ( she always liked the sun). Our other cat came up to us, meowing back at her, looking at me. Within 5 min the old girl looked up at me,, it was almost like she smiled,, taking a deep breath,, then closing her eyes forever. I will bury her out among the other dogs and cats in our own little animal cemetary, complete with a stone marking.
Now this old gal had quite the life. She once belonged to an elderly neighbor lady who was put into a nursing home. Her kids flocked in from out of state, cleaned her house and and more or less, ditched the cat. I knew the cat the moment she showed up here, all matted, starving, wormy, etc.
We took her in, giving her medical care, building her own little Cat House in our garage, it even being insulated for cold weather. She lived happily for a good many years with us. She was perfectly happy to lay in the sun on the porch, in my flower beds, garden etc. We always keep a pan of cat food and fresh water available for them. In reality, she had a much better life with us.
I knew her clock was ticking this past winter, she wasn't moving as fluid as she used to, starting to gimp, slowing down etc. I could have taken her to a Vet, but in all honestly, I didn't think she had much time and once I found her,, I knew she was shutting down. It doesn't matter if they are a stray or not, or how long they live here, we get attached and it hurts when one leaves us.
I know,, she's better off and she lived a wonderful life while we had her.
Feather
