I can hardly say it's a day of rest when it's so much work to do anything outside. I woke up this morning to find my bum and legs were sore from all the trudging I did yesterday. Not that my bum couldn't use a little more toning... Anyway, I'm kind of stranded at home right now. Friday evening I drove to my hubby's work and we left my car there and we rode in his Bronco II, lovingly dubbed "The Shoe" by my friend Peggy, to the Valentine dinner. The weather was so bad, we just left my car at his work and used "The Shoe" to get home, it has better tread (ha ha ). So, now I am without wheels. Needless to say, we did not make it to church today.
Hubby has been out plowing since yesterday morning. He rolled in at around 4:30 AM this morning, slept a few hours and was out again. Do any of you remember that show called "Men In Trees"? There was a character that Maren Frist's best friend called "Plow Guy". Yesterday and today, hubby is "Plow Guy". See his picture under my new Friends & Family section.
I checked on Sam, the rooster, and his feet look beautiful, as far as feet go. My little pullets have already given me two eggs today! Pullets are young hens that are just starting to lay eggs. They are around 20 weeks old now.
My parents thought they might come up to see me and bring my car, since it would be on the way. That would be great. Mom wants me to take her to Kohl's and JoAnn Fabrics. Won't see my "Plow Guy" till tomorrow probably.
Roscoe
A good walking buddy and awesome frisbee catcher! Life cut short by a brain tumor.
Tuffy
If ever there was a candidate for Dog Heaven, it would be Tuff. Tuff was put to rest December 7, 2012. At almost 14 years old, he threw the longevity curve for dogs of his breed-makeup and size. He battled 2 types of cancer and Cushing's Disease as well as arthritis. Faithful to the end and never grumpy, depite the constant care and nagging from me. Always the protector, gentleman and companion--you will be sorely missed by all who had the opportunity to know you.
Cranky Thomas
Ever wonder why it's called "Life On CT Farm"? The horse you see in the pictures is Cranky Thomas, a registered quarter horse gelding. He was born May 5, 1980 in Galion, Alabama and passed away August 3, 2004 on CT Farm--his farm. He originally belonged to my husband, but I adopted him and I think he adopted me. We competed together in contest classes at local horse shows. But, an old injury finally slowed him down and I retired him in 2000. He was a loving and patient being that I completely trusted and admired. There will never be another like him, never. He meant so much to me that I named our farm after him as well as my company, Cranky T. LLC. He's gone now, but is still with me and now you.
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Feel your pain - we were snowed in a week ago and I wasn't able to drive my car because ice for five days!
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