I am trying to do everything I can - to keep myself from - simply - losing it.
I am a wreck. I’m like a first-time mother - getting ready to go through labor.
Today - I feel as - GOOEY - and green as goose poop.
Yes. THAT’S what it feels like!
I got an email yesterday morning.
Artist will be coming home on the 19th! And I am being told, “ Wait until you see Artist, what a chunk! “ This does not help calm my nerves. Just sayin’!
We have a last bit of woven wire fencing to get up - along with two other gates. But our greatest concern at this time has been…
Dwayne busted his butt - and knuckles - getting that barn remodeled. Both of us spent time up in the top portion getting it ready - to be used for hay storage. And we can’t fine one - single - source for square bales around here - period. Instead - we’re having to resort to round bales for now - until we get our own field cut and baled.
This next week will be absolutely crazy! I will be running around like a mini Ty Pennington. The few days before Artist arrives will be spent on shopping for all the “ Décor “ for his new home! And then - there’s the issue of a medicine cabinet.
Actually - I already have two cabinets - inside this house - that I would love to put out in that barn. And I would - if I thought I could get away with it!
But throughout this entire process - I just keep telling myself - “ He’s not a Heifer. He’s not a Heifer. “
In other words - I’m already putting myself through training.
You can be sweet to Heifers. You can’t be too sweet to a Bull.
Sweet Brats throw ugly fits when they don’t get their way.
Can’t have a spoiled rotten Bull throwing an ugly fit.
Ask my husband about that one!