I feel like my days are starting to be duplicates of each other. It snows. We dig out. It snows. We dig out, and so on. I don't go anywhere, except where I have to. I do chores, putter away at odds and ends, maybe go to work if the weather is fit, come home, putter, chores and bedtime. Maybe cabin fever is setting in...
"Plow Guy" got home this morning around 4:30 AM. I feel bad that he's out there in the thick of it while I'm at home in our warm cozy house. I slept in the chair waiting for him. More like, dozed in the chair--so I didn't get much rest. We both slept in today.
I've been busying myself doing those tasks that you hate to do until you finally have no choice. Since I'm pretty much stuck at home, I forced myself to do paperwork. I hate taking the time to do paperwork, filing, etc. You just about have to hog-tie me to get it done. Well, the snow has "hog-tied" me. I went through the file cabinet and pulled out all the 2009 paperwork and sorted it. I did this for our personal info and then Matt's business. I do have to say it feels good to have it done. Now I have more room in the file cabinet again!
I'm not sure what I'll get into later. I might make another loaf of bread, or maybe a batch of cookies. Matt just left to go plow again. Maybe I will make some cookies for the guy.
I've been busy adding some gadgets to the sidebar. I've also added another one of our "kids" to the sidebar. And if you are wondering why you are hearing Christmas music, the songs I've been choosing seem to fit right now.
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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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