Sunday, November 28, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
So my surgery is in 4 days and now I'm starting to freak out. Not really about the surgery, although R's characteristic tactful comments didn't help with that. Mostly about all the stuff I have to get done before the surgery. My finger already hurts so until R started talking about how bad it was going to hurt, I was looking forward to it. I have my preop appt tomorrow and I'm going to try to talk the surgeon into letting R come in and take some pics, if he says no I'll ask him to take some for me, I figure if I start high he'll be more likely to accomodate my request when I compromise, we'll see. I'm interested to see just how much uglier my finger can get, I wonder if my fingernail will come off, probably I figure. I expect I won't get much sleep before then but hopefully, my house will be clean and fridge stocked. At least the boys are off school on Friday so I won't have to get up to get them going and they can do the pastures for me. Thank goodness for strong boys with willing hearts, plus it helps that I took them to the movie on Saturday and bought them some candy after they promised to help out and not complain, AT ALL! For now I guess I'd better get to bed so I can get started bright and early tomorrow. They announced my surgery in RS today (so embarrassing!) I had deliberately not said anything, it's really not that big of a deal, it's not like it's back surgery or anything! Anyway now my friend is bringing dinner on Thursday, so sweet but I feel like a loser, it's just a finger after all, and really only one joint on that finger. I do really want to see the gorey pics though, so cool, I wish I could watch them drill the bolt into my finger! Anyway, goodnight!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
We have a couple of great mousers that we acquired soon after moving here. They were both dumped and were still fairly young and we had seen a couple of mice and a vole in the pantry plus several more in the pastures and garage so cats sounded good. Unfortunately since I'm allergic to them they are strictly outside cats which I feel bad about sometimes, especially when they are sitting in the window staring into the house and it's freezing outside. Anyway back to the mousers, they caught their first mouse the first day here and sealed the deal, they stay. Since then we have seen drastically less mice, they even catch and eat small snakes. A couple of times I've watched Tig play with his food before he kills it. Today was the worst though. We have a sunken area on our porch and he brought his mouse into that square and then sat up on the step and watched the poor thing run around and try to hide under the leaves then he would tap it. At one point he even was sitting facing it and touched his nose to the mouses nose, the mouse bit at his nose, I'm not sure if he connected or not but I'd never seen anything like that before. Poor fat mouse. He finally killed it and then played with it some more, throwing it up into the air and catching it. I'm no fan of mice but I did feel bad about it being tortured.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Next you put him in hot water for a few seconds to loosen up the feathers. I clarified w/ R before the adventure began that I would cook the fellow but he had to gut it. I expected the boys to pluck it but R did it all. Notice the groupies following his every move. Even the dogs were fascinated. I have to admit, I was a bit concerned that they were too fascinated by the whole thing, hopefully they don't become serial killers or anything.
I decided to spare you the pic of him gutting him although it's not that bad, no blood really. I was a bit worried after hearing about it from Mel on the trek. The whole process went alot faster than I had feared and we weren't even late for church. Right now he is sitting in the fridge in an oven bag ready to be roasted for dinner tomorrow night. So one rooster down, 3 left so watch out and don't peck my kids or else!