Yesterday was one of those days that just - sucked. I had another Doctor’s appointment.
Long story - short version - now that it‘s a little easier to fight the pins and needles.
2:30pm Doctor’s appointment. Dwayne learned he should never tell me how to do my job when it comes to making his lunch - something I’ve done since we began living together in this marriage. Only because I just want to do it - I will add!
Oh - and he might have learned - maybe - just maybe - to never let the gas tank run down to vapors when you live in a rural area - and have to hit 3 counties to get someone to the doctor.
The x-ray machine - apparently - was still on “ April Fools “ settings that put me through two rounds of “ do-overs “ and getting out of there at 5:30. It was 6:18pm before our main entrees were brought to us at Angelo’s Brickhouse Pizza ( we’ve never waited that long before - ever. ) We had to ask for “ To-Go “ boxes at 6:40pm and race across the street to pick up prescriptions.
WalMart had to fight with technology to get my insurance to accept my second prescription. I was standing right there when I got their automated phone call on my cellphone - telling me that my prescriptions were ready.
It was almost 8pm when we pulled up in the driveway. Our normal bedtime during workdays is 8:30pm.
The animals thought we ran away.
Fed all the animals before putting them up for the night - rushed through the usual indoor prep for the night ( coffeepot, etc., ) - and made our way to bed.
And then - the alarm clock never goes off this morning. Dwayne wakes up at 5:30am. He’s supposed to be at his desk - in Alcoa - at the airport - over at the hangar - in another county.
After making a phone call - getting dressed and kissing me “ good-bye “ - he headed out the door and left without saying one word about how I should do my job making his lunch! Ha!
I shudder to dare thinking about the scenario in a week. Not only did my doctor prescribe a different muscle relaxer - ( added the other meds to the Allergy List ) - and set me up for Physical Therapy. She prescribed a Steroid Pack.
All I got to say to my family is - “ Put yer’ seatbelts on! Find those ear-plugs. And don’t try pissin’ me off this next week! You will not win. “
Speaking of family…
Miss Jen came to make her mother a special Brunch for Mother’s Day! I’m so proud of her! And she brought me a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, too! But in all the chaos - I forgot to get a photo. And by the time they began blooming - the stems of the Lilies began snapping over. My house sucks with the lighting - which makes it rough on floral bouquets and house plants.
But these Smoked Turkey Avacado Wraps were out of this world! I just love my yard varmint so much! She knows how to fix me a real sandwich and make me feel special!
Now… The Boys.
We received the Thomas Dexter Halters that I ordered. Sandi had called me to let me know one of the halters was out of stock. But after we got to talking - our situation here at the house and scenario is comfortable and safe enough for using the Control Halters.
Currently - Artist is wearing the Xtra Small size and Bruce is wearing the Small size Control Halter.
We broke out the weight tapes this past Tuesday, May 15th.
- Bruce measured 45 inches around the girth = 274lbs.
- Artist measured 43 inches around the girth = 240lbs.
Taking photos of Bruce and Artist has become so much more easier. I think they’ve completely taken to their new home - settled in and feel downright comfortable! Dwayne constructed the Mineral / Hay Bucket for them. We set up the long Cattle Rub while Robert was raking and baling hay. The boys seem to take to it like it’s a toy.
Bruce became a steer by accident. And as he grows - my heart just breaks - probably as much or more - than Sally’s. I agree with Sally. I think Bruce could have become a great Herd Sire. He is becoming more gorgeous - every day. He would make such a fantastic FFA steer project! I only wish one of the kids in this area would be interested enough to contact us.
( " Ha! Caught you with your mouth full!
Look at those purty whaat teeth yew got, Boy! " )
As for Artist - he has become Mama’s Baby - let me tell you that right now! He is such a sweetheart. I hope and pray this sweet Disposition stays with him - throughout his life as Herd Sire. It can only bring a kindness into a herd with the capability of reinforcing that genuine gentleness of the Irish Dexter Breed. His only downfall - at this point…
He LOVES my Cow Cookies! He does not mind that Bruce seems to never care for them. He will glaaaadly eat Bruce’s cookies for him!
For now - I am grounded. I cannot clean stalls. I “ cannot lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk. “ I cannot vacuum with an upright vacuum. ( Neener - Neener. I've got a canister vac! ) I cannot do anything with movement that requires repetitive use of the sciatic nerve and - some other muscle in my butt cheek.
I didn’t pay attention to the $50 word they gave that one. Prolly cuz’ the Honey-Do List had started cramming my brain.