Current musings

It's Wednesday; my first day off in what seems like forever - which is totally not true seeing as most of March was spent idly laying by a pool drinking cocktails in Maui, then an extra long Easter weekend to include my birthday in.

But I've been working my little (read: huge) bottom off at work, longer hours than usual, and so today feels like one of those 'aaaaaaaaaah' days.

It's raining. This is very, very good news. We are feeding out hay and hard feed to everything on the property; usually it's just ponies getting an obligatory scoop of chaff a night. Now they're all being pumped full as there is NO grass. None. No rain = No grass = no feed = hungry hungry beasts. I never, ever thought before we moved to the farm we would be SO addicted to watching the radar to see if there were a few drops coming our way. It's like a daily ritual. Phone calls are made enthusiastically when we see a band of rain predicted. Screenshots of said rain are sent. Happy dances are performed. Husbands bolt out in underwear at the first sign of daybreak to check the rain gauge. All very exciting.

Due to rain - dogs and ponies are all snuggled up in their new matching rugs. So much cute.

It is my birthday shindig this weekend. The venue is booked, middle eastern banquets ordered, hotel arranged, hair appointment made. Dress purchased, ditto incredibly uncomfortable 'form slimming' under garments. Shoes? Nope. As the self proclaimed queen of heels, there is nothing in my 150+ pairs in my cupboard that I think are good enough. Dilemma!

Tripadvisor is currently receiving a fair work out in our household. With a trip to Nashville, Tenessee and then Chicago occurring later this year, we are having to do a little online exploring. It seems fried chicken and 'biscuits' - whatever they are - feature fairly heavily on the 'top restaurants' section for Nashy. Hmm. I'm mostly focusing on locating each and every cowboy boot store and planning where to unleash my unlimited spending money I have been promised. Chicago we have been to previously, so I'm a little more confident there for where to spend Cam's hard earned cash. 

Friday Night Lights - finished. Done. All over. We finished the entire lot this past week, after binge watching over the Christmas break then having life and other tedious commitments get in the way of our Netflix viewing pleasure. Unsure where to go from here. Perhaps Nashville, to get us into the spirit of the above mentioned vacation. And to keep ensuring I insert 'y'all' into any sentence I can. 

Zzz

Lessons learned from camping with cows:

Don't sleep next to a horny bull. And I do not mean my husband. This guy was grumbling allll night that there were lady cows looking for some action nearby and I indeed felt his frustration he was unable to do his manly duty. 

Literally got only a few minutes sleep between his grunting and groaning and the carny crew arriving at three am to bash in all kinds of tents and whatnot.

However: sleeping (read: laying awake) under a sky full of stars, whilst fully encased in fly mesh so no bitey horrors could consume me was aaaaaamazing.

Successful show? Could say that. My darling Lols took out champion, Luce came second in a really strong class, and I somehow was awarded herdsman of the day and have a gorgeous big trophy plaque to display on my wall. 

Addicted to this cow thing? You bet!

How old am I?

Listening to the Venga Boys and sucking hot chocolate through a Tim Tam as a straw. Feeling like I'm back in grade six at a sleep over.

On a side note: I'm going camping with my cows tonight.

How?

In age order, my cats are *actually* called:

Cleocatra

Sabataj

Zambezi

Wushka

Woki

Jabari.

What they actually get called?

Asian man

Tajatron

Weasel wiggle

Dead leopard

Tiny Mexican drug cartel

Barn dog.

How? Why?!

I don't get it

So, I am officially done work for the holidays - two and a bit weeks of freeeeeedom and sleeping in, yeah!

But... I'm home now, and it's only 2pm, and.... I'm kinda bored.

Like.... Now what?

I mean. I could clean. I could tidy up. I could watch Netflix and try and find junk food. But I feel no interest in any of those things, yet don't know what I do want to do.

This may have something to do with the fact my leg is in plaster and there's bugger all of the things I actually want to do that I can do. It's just weird that I've been waiting for what feels like months and months to do nothing... And now I'm doing nothing, I'm really freaking bored of doing said nothing. 

Tapas

Last time we hit up this tapas bar was for a joint birthday with friends from the previous post; we decided to was too good to let a whole year go past and thought we'd book for our monthly junket this weekend. And. Wow. Just wow. Eating all kinds of delicious noms, testing various bottles of Verdeho, enjoying a Japanese girl dance the flamenco to a Spanish guitarist whilst we dined on the street feeling all Italian and exotic... Yum.

Devils on horseback - otherwise know as bacon and date pinchos - equal the single most amazing thing I have ever had the joy of placing in my mouth. They're stuffed with a whiskey gel that makes me want to pray thanks to a divine spirit I don't even believe in. Just.. Wow. 

Traditions

BIt's become tradition that every Friday night we head to our little local, small town cafe for a feed and a few bottles of wine with two friends that we have grown to known more and more over the past 7 years we've been together. Ironically; cam and I knew one part of the couple we go out with individually and then realized we all weirdly knew each other. They're a freaking fantastic couple who make me happier and make me laugh more than possibly any other people on this earth. We eat delicious food, share new found discoveries of moscato and generally have an all-round fabulous time on our weekly Friday catch ups and monthly forays into degustation deliciousness.

I hate seeing them sad. It breaks my heart. These are two of the hands down most lovely, genuine, GOOD people on this earth. Their troubles make me feel powerless, and reiterate that I'm crap at being someone who is remotely helpful at helping/fixing things/saying the right thing. I hate their pain. I hate their troubles. I wish I had a magic want to fix the wrongs in their life.