tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83914178828497016542024-02-07T19:14:30.389-05:00Quack HouseNickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-35223690178974204832011-10-14T07:29:00.000-04:002011-10-14T07:29:55.325-04:00Kiss My Ass!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The Government can go kiss my ass as far as I am concerned.<br />
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I just went to SIGN ON...for Unemployment. She asked if I had opened a bank account yet? No I told her I cant do that yet untill I get my cheque with my married name and my address on it. She then turned round and told me I would NOT be getting any benefits!!!!!!<br />
I was like OOOOOKK...Why?<br />
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Because I own property in America and its in my name I own more than 16,000 pounds so I dont qualify. Have you ever heard so much crap in all your life.<br />
After telling her I had split from hubby, she said we dont care, you walked away and we now look at it that hes due you rent so you are making money, even tho Im not.<br />
If I was to turn up at the housing office and say my folks kicked me out, with anyone else they put you into some sort of temp accomodation untill there is a house for you. I now do not fit into that catigory!!! WTF!!!! I own property and its my fault I moved out of it so Unlucky ME!<br />
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The Government can go KISS MY LILLY WHITE ASS!<br />
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Rant over for the day. I hope you have a better day than me. :)</div>Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-50435115583345944382011-10-13T14:56:00.000-04:002011-10-13T14:56:26.294-04:00Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Home is where the heart is and my heart is here. Im glad to be home in Scotland, back to where I was raised. I dont regret leaving home and going away for 8 years, I had alot of good times while I was away.<br />
The weather is turning here, I still havent worn a jacket. People in town look at me like im some sort of freak for walking round with just a short sleeved top on while they are all bundled up in their winter clothes..well, I say winter. Over here you can wear winter clothes all year but I havent had the need to do so yet. I think my internal thermostat is all set wrong. I sit in my room sweating with the window open. Its open all day and night so I can feel the cool air and night time is the best. I can hear the geese flying over, going back to the reserve to roost for the night. I need to go there, maybe 1 day, when I have a job, saved some money and got a car again I can go and see them as well as the ducks and the wild ponies they have there now.<br />
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I miss my ducks and geese.<br />
I all the animals I had to give up.<br />
I miss Emma.<br />
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Emma is in a good place, she gets lots of walks and loves, all that she needs. I get updated with photos, some days I can look at them, other days I cant. The mind starts to wonder, making me sick and I have to go do something else to change the subject in my mind. Shes fine. I know she is. Its me whos not fine, I just cant handle it all yet, some days its like it was all a dream, that its not real and maybe I will wake up out of it and the guilt will go away. <br />
Some days the guilt is so thick it makes me mad, burns me up inside and the mind wonders with the what ifs of it all. Not the what If I had stayed, that has not entered my head once. I havent even thought of that side of it, I was hardened to that side, my animals where the softer side of me and the guilt that I upped and took them all away from what they knew. <br />
I dont know why I torture myself over it all, its just the way I am. I have to stop or Im going to spiral down to some unknown inner me and loose myself in it all. <br />
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So going back to what I was saying. I lie in bed of a night and I wait for the geese to fly over, going home for the night in the safety of the reserve to roost for thr night, then they fly back over the house in the morning while im sat out on the bench in my mums front yard having my morning smoke. Those are my 2 happy times of the day. Small things amuse small minds. I dont mind.<br />
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Ive not been doing much during the day other than goose watching, this past week Ive read a book a day. I bought the Twilight series of books at the sale at Hatton Town Hall when I was there last weekend for all of $5 and Ive sat and read 1 a day. Im now to the point of ..I need to go join the library, my 4 books that I own are all finished.<br />
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Ive been applying for jobs. Ive had 1 interview...I didnt get the job! That was not a shock as he told me I wasnt what they were looking for in the candidate...he said in his thick Glasweigen accent. Hey buddy, at least i talk the Queens English. They were looking for me to turn up in a suit and tie I think. I dont own a suit or a tie...maybe I should go shopping.<br />
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Oh, Ive just remembered.<br />
I cant open a library account. I dont have anything with my name and address on in my married name. I cant even open a bank account for the same reason. I signed on so I can get some money, they wanted to put it in my bank account...I dont have 1 so Im sat here, 2 weeks later still with no money. Is my cheque lost in the post to my mums house or are they still waiting for me to fill in the bank form to deposit it there.<br />
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As I said, Im glad to be home. Im living at my mums, thats a good thing too as I dont have anywhere else to go to. I Love my mum & Ron but living with your parents when you are 39 years old is...I dont know how to put it. But thats where I am in my life. I get up, have coffee, have a smoke, read the paper, go online, look for a job, check email and Facebook. Full Stop. Literaly. <br />
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So my next move, when ever that happens will be, to get a job, save some money, turn up homeless and wait to be given a house so I can build up to what i had before I left. Nice car, Nice house, me and my cats and 2 jobs. I would go back to that day in a heartbeat.<br />
Maybe I will win the Lottery. I need to play it first, maybe then I will win. Then I can go back to what I was back then instead of sat here, still looking round like im lost, not knowing what to do with my life. Sat waiting for the geese to fly over. I will be hearing crickets in my head next, damn that would drive me crazy, I will take the geese any day of the week. <br />
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Im glad im home. I just wish things would happen so I can move forward with my life. <br />
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I got my other bag packed, cleaned round the house as best as I was going to and then waited for Emmas new mum to come pick her up. She arrived and I told her I had been good and not cried yet that morning...and burst out crying!!! Fool that I am. We sat for a while and went thru some thing she might want to know about Emma and all to soon it was time for Emma to go. I put her collar and leash on and she was all excited, so was Locksley, Emma was going to start her new life, Locksley was staying here but he wanted to go for a walk too. We took Emma out and opened the car door, she jumped right in, ok she didnt, she put her front feet in and I lifted the fat butt end of her up and in. She sat there thinking she was Queen Bee, all smiles because she was going in the car. I gave her a hug, told her to be good and shut the door. I cried again, Branwen told me she was going to be fine, I know she is, she is going to a great family who are going to be good for her. I keep telling myself she is going to be fine and she is.<br />
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My neighbour came up to say goodby, her husband didnt want to come up, he didnt want to see me crying more so she came on her own to collect my gold fish to put in her pond. Then it was time to leave. <br />
I carried my bags outside and loaded them in the truck, told Bear & Locksley to be good and shut the door, got in the truck and didnt look back. We now had to drive up to Charlotte NC to get my flight, we stopped on the way for lunch, chicken & rice day at Cracker Barrel. I had to eat now because I knew the food on the flight would be nasty. We got to the airport and booked bags in then we went back outside so I could have a smoke before I went up to get my flight. Me & Mary chatted for a while then I told her she better get going before the rush hour traffic, he hugged, said goodby, cried then started chatting about stuff and started laughing. I told Mary, quick walk away while we are laughing, she did, me, I sat there and smoked a few more smokes before my flight. It was going to be a long flight and a long day for me. My flight was long, cramped and univentfull and I hated every minute of it. <br />
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I landed in Aberdeen to rain, I was glad. I stood for a second at the top on the steps and just took a deep breath of the fresh air I had missed. I found mum & Ron waiting for me at the baggage thingy, we had hugs and hellos, i described my bags and outside I went for a smoke. I walked out and I saw a guy I had went thru school with. Hi Graham, hows you, Oh nae to bad, fit like yir sell. I laughed I said I was fine and he said he hadnt seen me for a while. I explained that I had been away for 8 years, we laughed and joked about for a while and before long I had finished my smoke and time to go get my baggage. It was nice to get home and bump into someone I had grown up with, it was as if I had never been away. Bags were collected and in the car we went. I oohed and ahhhed at all the hay bales and the green grass. Its amazing what you miss when you dont have it. Grass!!<br />
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By the time we got home the sun was out, my neighbour told me I should of came home sooner. Its been nice every day, a bit of rain here and there, then sun, then wind, then it rains and the winds dissapears and the sun comes out again. No snow yet, but its not far away.<br />
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Ive not done much since I got home but I went and got my hair cut. My hairdresser is a young guy who opened a salon with his brother years ago. Hes all grown up now, getting married next year to his long time girlfriend. He asked what I wanted done. He said OVERHAUL!!. He coloured my hair, sun kissed it, cut it and made me, me again! Mary, he said to tell you my hair was 1 1/2 inches longer on 1 side and to keep to cutting horses manes and tails. I just laughed.<br />
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All's good in my life just now. Im happy.!<br />
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I dont know where to start this Blog or even how to end it but it will end on the 17th September. I am going to start it now because Its going to take longer than 10 minutes to type it out, plus im going to cry my eyes out doing it. <br />
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It doesnt matter how it all started, its none of your bees wax. All I needed was an excuse for animals to be sold or rehomed. Words were said the 3 main words were JOB, FEED, ANIMALS. Thast all I needed, I was now on a mission.<br />
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A woman I friended on Facebook through another friend was going through a bad time. She was leaving her husband, selling her animals and trying to find homes for them if not sold, selling what she could and moving her and her kids to another state. She was leaving the farm she had bult up from nothing and the place her kids call home. She had had enough! I thought, well if Kim can do it with her kids, I can do it and I dont have kids. She is a strong woman to do that and through Kims strength I was able to move forward. I just have kidamals, what am I ging to do with them all. My main concern was Emma, she is my baby girl and the light of my life.<br />
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I started a Blog, and did a few things on there, little stories about all sorts of crap. I was screaming in thse Blogs, silently screaming out to people...read my blog, read between the lines, HELP ME!! 1 day I got a phone call from my old boss from my Army days. He is very straight to the point and the start of his conversation was...Oi, I dont know what the fuck is going on but what ever it is, you need to get your ass home, I can read between the lines. AT LAST!!!! Someone heard me. My friend Mary had heard me in 1 Blog and told me I need to get out the house before depression sets in, I just shrugged it off. I had to. But it was out at last, I was so happy, I cried my eyes out to Bob and his wife Les and I felt better. The next morning I was on Facebook and Christina shouts to turn on my chat so I did. I plucked up the courage to tell her what I wanted to do. She told me to go for it. I hadent said anything to Mary, but I knew I had to, I just had to pluck up more courage to tell her. For weeks I had been sat at home not knowing what to do and at weekends I would sit and cry my heart out. I took the plunge and told Mary a few days later. I know it hurt, I didnt know what to say or how to say it but I just blurted it out. I think she went into shock, she didnt want me to go, tried to talk me out of it. No. I had to do it, for my own sanity and happiness. The mission was now on.<br />
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I took a load of my Pekins to the sale along with a bunch of babies that had just hatched the Friday before. It broke my heart, but I was sat there with all these people we see every week we are there, I just had to sit there and watch as my ducks went for a few dollars. Fuck it hurt so bad you have no idea. Friday came, we were going to a different sale, I was ment to take 1 lot of ducks. This was killing me. I had planned to take a group at a time but it hurt to much so I went and got a load of cages, put the ducks in the duck house and went in after them with my crates. I crated them up into groups. My first eggs to hatch were in there looking at me like...whats going on. I couldnt hold back, I went slow, caught them all 1 at a time, 2 groups of Runners, 2 groups of Pekins. Poor Elliott & Gemini, I felt so sorry for them, they were my babies, my tame ducks that I could pick up, give kisses and hugs to, who lived in the house untill they were nearly 3 months old, who followed me everywhere and came when I called. I separated them and put them in crates with 2 girls each. That night I sat there at the sale and when it was time for my ducks to go thru and get sold I walked away. I did not want to see who bought them. The ducks sold, I got my money and walked away and left them there to be carted away to the unknown. I did all my adult ducks in 1 fowl swoop, I couldnt go to a sale every week and sell them bit by bit, I had to get them all gone NOW!!! To much heart ache to do it a little at a time.<br />
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That night I sold the Pekins and the babies Mary shouted Dana, he owns a petting zoo, she would talk to him for me. I went outside, she did the talking. He was told not to look at me or even speak to me or I would burst out crying. He left my seat, I walked round the building and I sat back down. Mary said he would take them. He would be there at 7am on Saturday. Saturday came, I was dreading it but it had to be done. He came and had a look, 3 minis and a pony mule and 2 wether goats. Blue would go down to Mary & Sonnys, another neighbour down the street and the 3 does were already at Marys getting bred, they would now stay there. So Dana packed up the horses and goats and off he went. That was them gone. I told a lie, a fucking huge white lie to my husband. He got home, walked in the door and said...the goats are out!!. I told him I took them down to Marys along with the minis, the goats were all in with hers and the minis were down in the back pasture for the winter, I would bring them back home next summer once the pasture has had a rest and the grass could grow. The following day i went down to Marys, we went out to the pasture to get Beau my Quarter horse. I told her she could have him. We tied him up on the wash rack and we branded him with Marys brand. I handed her his papers. Done.<br />
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All I had left to rehome was 4 Sebastopol geese, 15 Runners and 2 babies and Emma. I advertised the geese on Back Yard Chickens for sale. Some lady up in North Carolina wanted them, we haggled on a price and she would be down next weekend, that weekend came but she never, she sent me an email that she would be down next weekend, then an email the day before, she couldnt come, I was starting to panic. Hurricane Irene was heading our way, the lady wasnt going to leave her farm and come and get them. I was like FUCK YOU! I told my friends in th duck group what was happening and Kim said she would buy them. She was also taking my ducks minus 3 drakes. OK, fine, now to figure out how to get them up there. Kim was going to come down to get them in her car, I knew they wouldnt fit, not now the geese were going to . I would take them up there. It would give Mary and I a day out. So Monday came, we packed up the geese, then the older Runners and split the younger ones into a big double cage for the journey. Piled in the food, incubator, feed pans and off we went to West Virginia to visit Crow and her family and animals. I told Crow I was probably going to cry but I promised myself I wouldnt. We had a great day out, me and Mary laughed so hard that day, over things we had done over the 4 years we had been friends, all my heart ache was gone while we laughed our way to West Virginia and back home again. We finaly got there and started to unload ducks, ducks and more ducks, then the geese. They all took off across the yard in their own groups along with Crows group of ducks, pigglets, dogs, goats. HA!!! It was so funny, it was like everyone was on a mission to go somewhere, like in a big city where its a busy life and everyone just walks past each other minding their own business. We had a great few hours there, we ate homemade goats cheese and crackers and she had also made meatballs, pasta and homemade bread for lunch. We got our photo taken on this beautiful wooden bench...Crow, you need to email it to me, then we sat down for lunch. Crow said to me, thats for you and pointed at a wrapped gift on the table. She said Ive blessed it for you so it helps with your aches and pains. I thought I was going to burst out crying there and then. I gave her a knowing look and said Thank You and shoved a piece of bread in my mouth before the tears exploded. I sat and ate my lunch. We finished lunch, went to check on the animals, take photos and all too soon it was time to go. I had kept myelf busy while I was there that I never had time to cry. I didnt need to cry, I knew they were at a good place. Crow would look after them. Then next morning I took the necklace and pendant out of its wrapping while Boyd was in town. I held it up and looked at it and said, I hope its going to heal my heart Crow and I just sat there and cried. Crow always tells me its for...My highest and best good. I tell myself that everyday and 1 day I know it will make sence. Thank You Crow, xxx Also Thank You Mary for coming with me, yes, I know I had to take you, I would of only got lost other wise but we had a good time. Sorry you ended up looking like a Panda from all the laughing we did and even if I could see in the dark I wouldnt of told you and I would of said lets stop at Waffle House for coffee and I wouldnt of said a word while I sat there watching the Panda across the table from me. xxx<br />
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Saturday 10th September<br />
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I found Emma a great home the other week!<br />
I sent an email to the local Boxer Rescue asking if they could take Emma in, I cried while doing this. I had made up my mind that if they couldnt take Emma in I was going to get her put to sleep. The rescue told me they couldnt take her in but could put her photo and a write up on their site for people to see. Thats what I done and I waited for someone to see it and contact me. The next morning I got up, turned on the pc, checked my email and there it was!! A long email from a family in Charleston, the email told me all about their family, about their dog they had lost not long ago, where they lived, what they all did. I cried..again! I contacted the family asking if they could come and see Emma. WOW!! They were coming up that weekend. I waited for them to drive into the yard, I was in agony having to do this, Emma is my baby girl but I knew ..Its for my highest and best good and also Emma's.. The family turned up, I told myself not to cry...I did. They came into the house and they all collapsed on the floor. Emma was beside herself. She did the kidney bean dance for everyone, she huffed and puffed and blew snotters on them in her excitment, she gave big slobbery kisses, she jumped all over them and they just sat there in the doorway rolling round on the floor with her. I knew this was the family for Emma. She will get to go walk and run on the beach, she will get to take the kids to school in the car, Emma loves the car, she loves walks....something I dont do very often with her but its now something she is going to do on a daily basis. They are a lovely family with very big hearts. I am excited that Emma is going to go to the beach for walks, I have told her every day...your going to the beach and she looks at me and does her little dance, she doesnt know what the beach is, shes never been but I know that once they say to her, are you going to the beach and she gets to see it and run and play and get covered in sand that the next time they say..are you going the beach, she is going to be sooo excited. Ive just sent them an email saying 7 more days to go, I am excited for them, excited for Emma and in a way I am excited too but im also broken hearted to have to do this. Next Saturday is going to be a hard day for me but it has to be done.<br />
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Its nearly 2 weeks that the ducks and geese have been gone, the pools are still outside in the yard, probably covered in green slime, I havent been able to go out there and empty them. I look out into the horses pasture and see nothing. The day after the horses left I looked out and there was a deer out there. She was looking round as if to say, where is everyone. She was there for a few hours just roaming round, looking nervous, probably looking for them, she even went and looked into the stalls. I had seen her out there a few times when the horses where here but since the day after they left I havent seen her again. I felt sorry for her out there, looking for her friends, I hope she has moved on to find new friends.<br />
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The last 3 drakes I was left with, I took them up to Greenville Fair last weekend. Dana had bought a load of my ducks at a sale 1 night so when he took the horses I said I would give him what ever ducks I had left. Cloud, Sealy and Dove were taken up there last week.<br />
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Sonny my 1 remaining cat, part of my baggage I brought over from Scotland with me, he would of been 14 this month. I took him the vets last Saturday and had him put to sleep. I couldnt leave him here, it wouldnt be fare, on Sonny or me. He got wrapped in his blanket and taken down into the woods to be with Ben my other cat that got knocked over on the road back in June. R.I.P Sonny, Im soo soooo sorry I couldnt take you back home with me.<br />
It broke my heart, I cut my cats life short so I could go back home, did I have any right to do that in his old age, I have felt the guilt build up inside me every day since I did that deed and its killing me. It took Boyd 5 days to even notice that I hadent been out to feed Sonny!!!!!!!!<br />
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These past few weeks Ive been busy, Mary has kept me busy and my mind off things. She had a cook out at her barn for me last week. Bryan, Marys son came up from Alabama with his wife Wendy, I didnt know they knew what was going on. We had a good day, we ate and were merry, telling stories with good friends. We had a great day. The next day Mary and I along with Bryan & Wendy went back to the Fair and Rodeo and thats when I found out that Bryan & Wendy knew, yep, I cried, they understood and let me cry. Thank You to you both for coming up for the weekend, I love you both. Also thank you to the people who came and ate and be merry with us at the barn. Love you all too.<br />
Mary & I went to pick Crystal, her daughter up this week so we could go and get her baby crib, Mary told me I had to tell Crystal, I couldnt, I didnt know what to say to her. We told her on the way to drop her off, More crying. Im at the point that you only have to look at me and I cry. Good luck to Crystal & Justin and I want to see lots of photos when the baby arrives. <br />
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So, I am now down to 7 days, Ive got alot to get done in those 7 days. I have the Rodeo again with Mary tonight. Mary has been my god send, she has kept me and my mind busy, Sunday I have church, then Sunday night I have choir practise. A new lady has come back to the church and is taking the choir back over, she said we have to practise EVERY WEEK. So this Sunday I will be going to practise, I wont be back at church again, but Im going to practise, Me and Mary keep laughing about it, but hey, what can you do. Sunday afternoon I have to help Mary clean the barn, she has someone coming to see her horses and possibly buy some so at least I will be busy Sunday. Today after I finish typing this I have to run round the house and get some of my stuff together, I have 1 bag packed and down at Marys, I will be leaving with 2 bags of clothes, thats what I came to America with...plus the cats. Im going home again with 2 bags, minus the cats. I have to get as much done today as I can, I cant do anything during the week while hes home in the way of packing bags, he doesnt know Im leaving. Enough said on that topic. This week will be spent picking up the dozen pine cones I have let Emma chew up this week, along with the sticks she has brought in. The house will be clean for when I leave, I might even get the grass cut. The pools will be emptied and taken the dump. All that will be left is Bear & Locksley. I have to leave him something to love. He will need them and they will need him. I feel guilty leaving the other 2 dogs but what can I do. I also have my gold fish! I bought some gold fish when I moved here to replace the ones I had back home. This gold fish has been here the same amount of time I have. I dont know what Im going to do with it yet. I might take him down to Mary & Sonnys and put it in their pond.<br />
Now to wait for next Saturday morning, Its going to be hard but my old life and home is just across the pond. I leave Saturday 17th Sept at 6.30pm, I will get home around 3pm the following day. To the folks over here im sorry Im leaving you all, It feels like im just running out on you, but I cant help it. Its for my higher and better good!. For the people back home, if you see me, say hi as if nothing has every happened and walk on, dont make me cry, treat me like Ive never been away. DO NOT ask what happened or what I did with all my animals, if you have read this you will know, so dont break my heart even more by asking. <br />
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The last bit of this Blog I will do next week once Emma goes and before I pack my pc up. then I go and leave for my flight. My journey is nearly over!<br />
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</div>Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-24198191912582144712011-09-06T19:13:00.001-04:002011-09-06T19:13:52.348-04:00testing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">am I working or am I not working</div>Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-34637251093340089652011-08-05T16:24:00.002-04:002011-08-05T16:25:39.831-04:00Beet Pulp and the SquirrelIm sorry to say I STOLE this story off the internet.<br />People that are into equine nutrition are notorious for spending their time doing the oddest things. While everyone else has normal nightmares about finding themselves riding in the World Equestrian Games stark naked past the press corps, nutrition people fret over whether their carefully thought-out recommendations will make the difference between Muffy the Superhorse winning his next competition in fame and glory, or falling into a dead faint somewhere between being saddled and the starting line. In the end, the finer points of nutrition often make zero difference, however, because you generally find out that:<br />a) Muffy won't even touch your carefully crafted ration, much preferring to eat his bedding, the vet's fingers and anything from the Taco Bell menu;<br />b) the moment you finish calculating the Perfect Equine Ration featuring Aunt Tilly's Super Horsey Yums Yums, the feed company goes out of business or is indicted on environmental pollution charges;<br />c) it's all irrelevant, anyway, because the barn manager's favorite phrase is "Well, we've always fed this way for sixty years and hardly ever lose more than a horse a month to colic", and steadfastly refuses to feed anything at all other than His Very Own Secret Recipe, featuring lawn clippings, glazed doughnuts and something that smells a lot like latex.<br />However, evey now and then, you stumble across a feed that horses actually like (at least, after that initial suspicious, "You're trying to poison me, aren't you?" look), is wonderfully nutrititious, cheap to feed and still Obscure and Mysterious enough that people feel like they're really on The Cutting Edge in feeding it to Muffy. Beet pulp is like that, and for a long time I thought the only disadvantage to it was the minor inconvenience of having to soak it before feeding. Some folks skip that part, but others revel in making sure everyone else in the barn knows just how conscientious and detail-minded they are about Muffy's nutritional well-being.<br />However, eventually I knew the true downside to beet pulp would show up, and thought it only fair that I pass it along...<br />This afternoon I decided to bring some beet pulp pellets into the house to soak, because I wanted to get an idea of exactly how much they expanded in volume during the soaking process. Academic types are like that, pathetically easy to amuse and desperately in need of professional help. I knew they expanded quite a bit, because the first time I'd innocently added water to a five-pound bucket of beet pulp, I'd come back later to find my feed room practically awash in beet pulp, providing a breakfast that every horse within a five mile radius still remembers with fond nostalgia. So in the interest of scientific curiousity, I trundled in a bucket, about three pounds of beet pulp, added in the water and set it in the living room to do its thing. No problem. Research in action.<br />Well, in our ongoing quest to turn this house into Noah's Ark, we have not only four horses, three dogs, four neurotic cats, a sulfur-crested cockatoo, a cockatiel and assorted toads, we also have William. William is a fox squirrel who absent-mindedly fell out of his tree as a blind and hairless baby two years ago and whom the vet promptly handed off to the only person he knew silly enough to traipse around with a baby squirrel and a bottle of Esbilac into her bookbag. Actually, the trick wasn't in keeping such a tiny creature warm, fed and clean---it was keeping a straight face and looking as mystified as everyone else when William woke up hungry and started pipping for his bottled like a very small, slightly muffled alarm clock. Invariably, this usually occurred while I was standing in line at the post office, picking up a pizza for dinner or on one memorable occasion, taking a final exam in biochemistry. Being no dummy, William knew a sucker when he saw one and has happily been an Urban Squirrel ever since.<br />And for those of you that think A Squirrel's Place is In The Wild, don't think we didn't try that...his first Christmas, we thought we'd give him his first lesson in Being a Wild Squirrel by letting him play in the undecorated Christmas tree. His reaction was to shriek in horror, scutter frantically across the floor and go try to hide underneath the nearest border collie. Since then, the only way he will allow himself to be taken outside is hiding inside Mummy's shirt and peering suspiciously out at the sinister world.<br />So much for the re-make of Born Free in San Dimas. So secure is he about his place in the world that on more than one occasion, I've caught him sitting on his fat, smug little bottom, making faces out the windown at our neighborhood (very frustrated) red-tailed hawk---like as not clutching a cashew in one paw and a bit of mango in the other.<br />Anyway, when I set out the bucket of beet pulp, I may have underestimated the lengths that a young and enthusiastic squirrel will go to to stash all available food items in new and unusual hiding spots. I thought letting William out of his cage as usual and giving him a handful of almonds to go happily cram under cushions and into sleeping dog's ears was sufficent entertainment for the afternoon. After all, when I left, he was gleefully chortling and gloating over his pile of treasure, making sure the cockatoo saw them so he could tell her I Have Almonds And You Don't. So much for blind optimism.<br />Apparently when the almond supply ran out, beet pulp pellets became fair game and I can only imagine the little rat finding that great big bucket and swooning with the possibilities of being able to hide away All That Food. The problem isn't quite so much that I now have three pounds of beet pulp pellets cleverly tucked away in every corner of my house, it's that as far as I can tell, the soaking-expanding-and-falling-apart process seems to be kinda like nuclear meltdown. Once the reaction gets started, no force on earth is going to stop it.<br />So when I come back from the grocery store, not only do I find an exhausted but incredibly Fulfilled squirrel sprawled out snoozing happily up on the cat tree, I find that my house smells a lot like a Jamaican feed mill and virtually every orifice is crammed full of beet pulp. This includes the bathroom sink drain, the fish tank filter, in my undie drawer, in the kitty box (much to their horror) and ALL the pockets of my bookbag. Not to mention that in enthusiastically stuffing beet pulp into the air holes of the little box that hold live crickets for the toad's dinner, William managed to open it up and free several hundred crickets into the living room. It's not that I mind crickets springing to and fro, it's just that it sounds a lot like an Evening in the Amazon Rain Forest in here. The cats, on the other hand, have never had such a marvelous time steeplechasing after stray crickets back and forth over the furniture, crunching up the spoils of the hunt (which wouldn't be so bad if they would just chew with their mouths closed), and sicking up the more indigestible parts onto the rug.<br />I simply can't WAIT to turn on the furnace and find out what toasting beet pulp smells like.<br />The good news is that in case of siege, I have enough carbohydrates hidden in my walls and under the furniture to survive for years. The bad news is that as soon as I try to remove any of this stash, I get a hysterical squirrel clinging to my pant leg, tearfully shrieking that I'm ruining all his hard work and now he's going to starve this winter. (This is despite the fact that William is spoiled utterly rotten, knows how to open the macademia nut can all by himself and has enough of a tummy to have earned him the unfortunate nickname Buddha Belly.)<br />So in case anyone was losing sleep wondering just how much final product you get after soaking three pounds of beet pulp, the answer is a living room full. I'd write this new data up and submit it as a case study paper to the nutrition and physiology society, but I suspect the practical applications may be limited.<br />Off to go empty the Shop-Vac. Again.Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-24059504649600614142011-07-30T10:45:00.001-04:002011-07-30T16:30:33.300-04:00Some of the KidimalsJust some of the kidimals that live here with us, the blog would be waaaay to long if I did a piece for everyone.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then came EMMA!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Then we got Locksley. We went to the Jockey Lot (car boot sale for you British folks). My Birthday was just a few days away, guess what Boyd bought me. <br />
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</div>Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-77551501162131296672011-07-28T21:08:00.001-04:002011-07-28T22:57:03.917-04:00Another Day.Today was just another day, another Thursday. Thursday is grocery day so I went and filled up on human food and animal feed.<br />
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I read Crows comment on my last blog this morning with my coffee. I like Crow, she is deep and meaningfull, always relaxed in everything she does and says. Its like she takes a great big chill pill every day. I have had Crow on my Facebook for probably 2 years now, playing Mafia Wars, we would do out own thing but I didnt get to know Crow, or Willow Crow as I know her untill she commented on my ducklings and I commented on her baby chickens. From there a friendship started, and we are now Kin as Crow said, we are ducky Kin! <br />
So, Crow told me I have to meditate, ok, thats fine, I can do that, I have done it before. So I took my coffee outside, I just sat there after I let the ducks out and fed, just laid back on the recliner, taking in the noise, relaxing, relaxing, relaxing, then I was SCREAMED AT by Moon. Relaxation over with. It was a nice start, maybe I will get to relax a bit more another time.<br />
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I came in and Mary called, Mary is my SC Mom, so shes kin too, plus I have 5 of her goats, so Im goaty Kin too. <br />
Mary said I need to go get some Potassium, take 1 a day and my legs should stop aching. So while I was getting groceries I got some.<br />
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I got back from town, unpacked and hubby went to bed for a while, so I went out and just chillaxed for a while, watching ducks puddling in pools and bowls, I didnt have my camera but I did take some pics this morning after my relaxation before it I was rudely disturbed.<br />
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So tonight after I had put everyone up for the night, I washed dishes, put them away and took my goats milk soap and went and had a shower. I love this goats milk soap.<br />
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So, that was my day. Im now all clean and ready to go watch Burn Notice, have a coffee and relax before I go to bed and hopefully no achy legs tonight after I took a pill today. Today was a good day.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6fFwiHO7gd1B44nptNBcWziS3qHwgSl0BskJcs6ybeGxwoV-PtR60kn0x4uLWz3wqdSjmeH1n270vAOh4wSLOj_nVeoY4E6rEe9EVNz5adodiwDBpjTh_MLUO0z3irPQxjZHPRufXmq0/s1600/me1+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6fFwiHO7gd1B44nptNBcWziS3qHwgSl0BskJcs6ybeGxwoV-PtR60kn0x4uLWz3wqdSjmeH1n270vAOh4wSLOj_nVeoY4E6rEe9EVNz5adodiwDBpjTh_MLUO0z3irPQxjZHPRufXmq0/s320/me1+001.JPG" t$="true" width="213" /></a>P.S. Christina told me to get some bag thingy that you put in the microwave and put it on your legs. I must look into that!!</div>Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-33904907697982912352011-07-28T01:02:00.000-04:002011-07-28T01:02:22.398-04:00A bowl full of thoughts.I love my bed. I can lie on the bed any time during the day and I can fall asleep in minutes. As soon as its bed time and I would love to get some sleep my mind goes into over drive and my legs start aching. Its like little electrons going off in my legs and every 10 seconds I have to move, stop the aching that is driving me up the fucking wall. I swear to god its driving me crazy. So I lie there twitching like an idiot and my mind runs away with me, every thought runs into another, like a big bowl you empty contents into and mix it up and its just a goo of nothingness.<br />
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Have you been watching Falling Skys on a Sunday night. Well I walked out to go feed this morning and as I was walking across the yard I thought, What the hell would I do if Skitter came thru the trees, making that weird creepy noise they make. I couldnt run, I would be to scared to run, i would cry, it wold see me, kill me, will it kill my animals, OMG! it would, and I would have to hide, then go round and collect dead animal bodies. Where would I go, there is nowhere to run to, I would just have to hide it out under the house and try and make my way back to the UK. How would I get there, I cant walk to Charlotte and catch a plane, the mama Skitter ship would blow it up and I would be stuck here and I would never see my mum & Ron again.<br />
WHAT THE FUCK!!!<br />
Who in thier right mind thinks of crap like that aye! It sent a shiver down my back and by the time I got to the duck house my utterly stupid thought had disintergrated.<br />
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Then Mary came round to see if I had any goats milk soap left she needed to buy a bar. She gave me money for a bar and money to order her 5 bars plus the shipping. All fine, no problem, then I started thinking, about the different flovours of soap, and I want to buy them all, but its going to cost a fortune. Its ok, I can buy 5 at a time in a small box. But what if I order some I dont like, I would have to use it. But its wasted money. I dont have money to waste. Im going thru a bar every 10 days ish. Is that alot of soap to be going thru in 10 days. It just all rolls into 1.<br />
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This afternoon I went out to give the ducks fresh water. I got looking at the Sebastopol geese. I dont know if I like the curly ones, I like my smooth ones better. What if the smooth are both boys. I cant sell the curly they might be girls, shall I sell 1 of each, but what if Im left with 2 boys. It went on and on. Why was I even thiking about selling them in the first place. Then Crick decided to do a head bob to Juno, Juno was not impressed by this little crooked duck at all and scremed in his face and my thoghts about geese faded.<br />
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I read Renitas blog about counting pennies, I sat there for the longest time thinking. I used to have a money bottle, I would put 1, 5s, 10s, and 25s into my bottle. Its been empty for a long time now. I used to put every spare bit of change I had into my bottle. I have done that for years, even back home from when I was a kid, I had a money bottle. I lost my job 5 years ago to job cuts, I havent had one since. I havent had money since. I havent had money in my bottle since, I havent bought myself anything since, the dog needs to go and get groomed, I have no money, I need new bras, I have no money, I need a job, there isnt any. I need a job, Boyd only wants me to work part time. I need a job, Im going carzy, I need a job, he doesnt want to be stuck doing animal chores all day every day. I would love a tub of Haagen dazs icecream, I dont have money, they are pretty flowers in that womans garden, I dont have money, I need a job. Damn driving me crazy.<br />
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What do you want for dinner?<br />
Oh I dont know, what do you want? <br />
I dont know, Tell me what you want,<br />
Well what ever your having,<br />
I dont know what Im having..<br />
.GIVE HIM THE LOOK OF DEATH!!!<br />
What....do...you...want....for...dinner!!!!!<br />
Ill have a pork chop.<br />
Fine, slap it in a pan, throw a potatoe in the microwave. Now to think about what I want for dinner. I want a nice Chicken Korma, they dont have sauces like they do back home, so no chicken korma for me, ill have cerial, I dont really want cerial but I cant be arsed cooking. Who cooks in this weather, why do people always have to eat a big meal, why cant they have a cup of tea & toast for dinner. I hate cooking. I aint cooking ever again. Glad I dont have kids to cook for, they would be living off cerial. Cerial is good for you.<br />
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Christina a friend in the duck group is having a baby, they are taking her in this weekend to have it. I got thinking,well, what if they baby got stuck, they will use those forcep thingys and clamp it round its head and pull. I wonder if we came out head and arms first like a horse or cow would they use cow chains to drag us out. And in a split milisecond all these thoughts and pictured were going through my mind at a million miles an hour and all I could see were guys in masks with their sleeves rolled up pulling on cow chains. Am I disturbed! Oh and you know me, I just had to tell her too, yep sure did, for everyone to see in the duck group. Steven thinks im crazy, Im starting to wonder myself.<br />
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Today I sent myself a promise. In an email. To myself! I cant tell you what the promise is, its just for me but I sat staring into space over my promise, thinking a million things in like 2 seconds, all running into each other. Thoughts not even finished and another begins, before Im half way through that thought another starts and ends with another. Never ending, driving me crazy. There is so much I want to say but I cant, not about anything in particular, just everything, its just a load of jumbled up crap, stored away for another time, Makes no sense to me or to you, but its there, in that big old bowl of thoughts . <br />
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1 day i might get them all straightened out. 1 day!<br />
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The ingredience are in there, I just cant get it all straightened out into nice little piles.<br />
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Now to go back to bed and deal with my achy legs again, my brain better sit still and let me sleep.Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-72375489758930744502011-07-26T12:12:00.000-04:002011-07-26T12:12:42.476-04:00RegressI would love to be regressed, to be taken back in time. To see who I was, and how I lived. I wonder how many lives I have had. I think I sort know Ive lived before, you know when you just have a feeling. I dont know what era I lived in but I would love to go back to visit.<br />
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I remember when I was a kid playing at the park down by the beach. I was about 7 I think. That was back in the days that you left the house by 8 in the Summer holidays and you didnt go back home untill dinner time. <br />
But anyway, I was down the beach playing at the park, just doing what kids do and then I saw a young girl. She was my age and thinking back now, she looked alot like me. She had long curly hair and brown eyes. She was at the top of the slide and when I saw her she turned and looked at me. She didnt say anything and I didnt say anything but we both walked to the swings and just sat there swinging back and forth. 2 names popped into my head, Hazel and Lizzy. We sat in those swings for what felt like forever, just swinging back and forth, not speaking, just looking at each other, as if we knew each other, knowing things about each other that no one around us knew but us. It was like going back in time. All I could see in my minds eye was 2 little girls with long shabby dresses and dirty white pinafores, bare feet, long curly hair, dirty faces, smiling, and a well that you get water from.<br />
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Its funny that all these years later I still see things, wether its something I pass in the car, or see on TV, old films, or new films about years ago, way back when, these things still remind me about Hazel, the girl with the long curly hair with the knowing eyes and smile. The quiet conversation, without words, the knowing looks and little smiles to each other<br />
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I wonder who she was, who I was. Was she my friend from a past life, was she my sister or a relation. I knew her at 1 time, I just dont know where from but the back of my mind does. It doesnt freak me out, its a different feeling, a knowing feeling. A feeling I dont get often but a calming feeling. <br />
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Maybe 1 day I will be regressed back to what I was all those years ago, in another time, another place. I wonder if Hazel will be there if I do go back.Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-41694467995683137702011-07-24T19:39:00.000-04:002011-07-24T19:39:30.495-04:00BlanketDo you have a blanket? I bet theres not many grown women out there with a blanket. I bet your kids or grand kids have a blanket or something like it. <br />
I have a blanket, yep sure do. 39 years old and I still have my blanket!<br />
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My blanket has been everywhere with me. When I joined the Army, my mum asked if I was going to take my blanket. YES!!!! So, off it went and joined up with me. I kept it hidden away so nobody would see it while I was in training. When I got my 1st posting to Bicester I shared a room with Tet, she didnt have a blanket, but she did have a Bambi. A little Bambi teddy bear with the spots rubbed off its bum. So here was us two grown soldiers with our blanket and our Bambi. Tet still has her Bambi, I asked her where it is or have the kids got it. She said OH NO!!!! Its hidden in my underwear drawer!! HA!!! Thast where I keep mine too. How come treasured things like that always go in the underwear drawer.<br />
When I bought my 1st house once I got out the Army my mum shouted up the path as I left her house with my last bits and pieces. Have you got your blanket? YES!!! Why wouldnt I have my blanket. It was coming with me to my new house, to share my bed with me. How pathetic is that, but I dont care. For years it got folded in the morning after I made my bed and put on my pillow so it was ready for bed that night. When I got my cats I would let them share it, I would spread it on my pillow and 1 of the cats would sleep on it. Thats the only time I have shared my blanket.<br />
I moved to South Carolina and got married. As I was packing the last of my things to move my mum asked if I was taking my blanket.....YES!!! So off it went on a plane with me to my new life.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68rECcJ0L2xJmr4JBaDnHm9S_M0EbtVcLScU2mRk3PnFefOk9D7QpWFKQA4ZmBBld3bGvn4jMNSohLmnyPghEAtP-rdmuZvcpZyCQdpHs0Y4poNtN1a3_3pWMJwh4QEXcmh5uJlWi3lc/s1600/haggis+supper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68rECcJ0L2xJmr4JBaDnHm9S_M0EbtVcLScU2mRk3PnFefOk9D7QpWFKQA4ZmBBld3bGvn4jMNSohLmnyPghEAtP-rdmuZvcpZyCQdpHs0Y4poNtN1a3_3pWMJwh4QEXcmh5uJlWi3lc/s320/haggis+supper.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div>I will even settle for a Haggis Supper!!! Im not fussy, I will eat them all and enjoy and savour every last bit. I would even be happy just to stand in Zanres doorway and smell it all, that would do me, I dont want to be greedy, just a wee smell would do me just now.<br />
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To go see family and friends, not do anything much, just chill, drink tea and hae a fine piece. <br />
To go see Cam, let him do a tattoo on my other foot is a must.<br />
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To sit in my mums garden, look at the pretty flowers, watch people walk past and not wonder what he/she/they are doing walking past your house. Over here if someone walks past your house you watch him till they are out of sight and call your neighbour down the street to keep an eye out for him.<br />
The street lamp outside my mums house, lighting up the bed room.<br />
A taxi BEEPING for its passenger.<br />
The click of the garden gate, doesnt matter if its yours or 6 doors down, you still hear it.<br />
To look out the back bedroom window and wait for the bus to go up Aalesund Road. You know you have enough time to walk across the court to wait for the bus.<br />
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Its amazing what you miss when you dont have those small every day things in your life. I could go on and on, but I would be here all day.Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-62556175456660750932011-07-22T12:38:00.000-04:002011-07-22T12:38:49.760-04:00Quality Control for the hayAt long last...July 22nd to be exact!!! Hay, 2nd cutting. No more of the dried up winter crap. Nice GREEN hay. Thank You Gene...$45.. SAY WHAT!!!! Daylight robbery at its finest. Give me 2 bales and send up a prayer they dont roll off when I go round a bend and send up another prayer that Mr Police man does not catch me with no lights with my bales rolling round in the back of the trailer. <br />
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Amen!!! made it home. The goats eyes nearly popped out their heads when they saw me coming up the drive. Quality Control guys were on standby waiting to inspect. I had those puppies rolled off the trailer in 30 seconds flat. Pictures didnt turn out to well in the sun...but believe me...ITS GREEN!!!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2LFdEzooKsjuJ6Sb38erIbQI-fq7rUsYlbgniTSj24omb6B9hGM-tLfx7RwE18OMnnLPChj4zhKC2ZGRcq8XG6q5Lua3Gt45wXvzWj1RVt7EsKEvCFbUeMZLnMeEwQ0VXUWx7nbbP-g/s1600/hay+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2LFdEzooKsjuJ6Sb38erIbQI-fq7rUsYlbgniTSj24omb6B9hGM-tLfx7RwE18OMnnLPChj4zhKC2ZGRcq8XG6q5Lua3Gt45wXvzWj1RVt7EsKEvCFbUeMZLnMeEwQ0VXUWx7nbbP-g/s320/hay+012.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div>Yep, Its good hay, YOU PAID HOW MUCH!!! Tell Mr Gene he can kiss our lilly white butts, he needs to lower the price!!! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheTs0q3s-QOvn6zl4cPxUK0SwsnZ2b9DRJwAquSKqvPrW_n3ygL61ozO-OUsMzFFgy2-lDfLbbN0CoEovUVEYU_BD4_WROqCfbyiOD-hj3u_8-Mls8bU-e7wsh8rGocgoCdTDvVLYtq8Q/s1600/hay+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheTs0q3s-QOvn6zl4cPxUK0SwsnZ2b9DRJwAquSKqvPrW_n3ygL61ozO-OUsMzFFgy2-lDfLbbN0CoEovUVEYU_BD4_WROqCfbyiOD-hj3u_8-Mls8bU-e7wsh8rGocgoCdTDvVLYtq8Q/s320/hay+005.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div>Its thirsty work being Quality Control round here. <br />
Mary, Steve & Kenneth Roddy all turned up to help me tip the bales flat side down onto pallets. Thank You Roddy Clan. Time to go out and sit and look at my nice hay for a little while.Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-71453637062336181082011-07-22T07:07:00.000-04:002011-07-22T07:07:50.581-04:00Duck days of SummerDont you just hate the dog days of Summer, with its heat, sticky air you can cut with a knife. <br />
All I seam to do is sweat all summer. I can not get motivated at all. I get up and have my coffee, clock watching, knowing that I should be out letting the ducks out, feeding everyone. I know that as soon as I step foot out the door im going to sweat! I HATE IT!!!<br />
I go and let the ducks out, I feed everyone, clean the duck house, refill waterbowls & pools, and Im soaked to the skin, literally. I know I have to keep going out, checking on everyone in the heat of the day and I sit there dreading every minute of it. I just wish the wind would blow, the rain would come, dreanch the place and soak me to the skin with rain and not sweat. Yeah I know, SUCK IT UP!!! I cant, If I do, im only sucking up the sweat that dripping down my face, nasty I know. <br />
Im not from round these parts.Im from Scotland, we have snow in June. Oh how I wish we had snow in June in South Carolina, I would even settle for sleet, or even a tad of rain, to wake everyone up from these dog days of lying round to hot and exhausted to do anything. Yes <em>Im a moaner, I hate feeling lethargic with this heat. I want to moan again that the type of lettering in this blog has changed, I want to change it but If I do, I know I will loose what I have typed so far, so, never mind. </em><br />
<em>Even the little birds sit still and are quiet. Not a cheep out of anyone. Even the crows have been quiet the past couple of days, usually they are out the back of the property cawing at what ever is pissing them off at the time, but nothing, they just want to sit in the shade, not move and get sweaty. </em><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrfOw6LFaIz1r_l5e_XAJtCqiO29X5naGfBr1UNgyTN79xRL2mlgjzwG4L_1fNorZFGV4b-ZR2hOv4oiKnh7kX0QOsigQgYY9mSRYqB16-sc_i-dZEG9_F4IesDikVpzqC3M0o-UXWbb0/s1600/Hot..July+11th+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrfOw6LFaIz1r_l5e_XAJtCqiO29X5naGfBr1UNgyTN79xRL2mlgjzwG4L_1fNorZFGV4b-ZR2hOv4oiKnh7kX0QOsigQgYY9mSRYqB16-sc_i-dZEG9_F4IesDikVpzqC3M0o-UXWbb0/s320/Hot..July+11th+029.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><em>The minis dont do much either, they just congregate round the back of their carport stalls out of the sun and under the trees trying to keep cool, nose to tail, all swishing the flies out of each others faces. The goats sit up on their porch, chewing the cud...yes goats chew their cud! The poor ducks and geese, they try to stay cool but the sun heats up their pools and buckets so quick they have very little relief. The water gets so hot its unbelievable, if it wasnt poop soap, you would use it to have a bath its that hot. They cant wait till the after noon to see me come sweating across the yard. I can sit in the house witht he AC on, they have to sit out in the heat, poor things, and wait for me to come and hose them down.</em><br />
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Everyone one of them is happy to see me standing there dripping in sweat, the sweat stinging my eyes, getting eaten alive by every bug that passes by. Ok, so I must admit, not this past week I havent. I bought some goats milk soap with citronella in it, no bugs on me, its brilliant!!!! I wish it would also stop the sweat.<br />
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Fits a dee we at Greetin Bairn. Whats wrong with that crying baby. <br />
Thast what I thought yesterday when I saw a comment, an unprovoked, un needed comment by an adult. He must of been sat there locked in his unhappy, self loathing world, they both were I knew they were, hateing everyone, everything around them, wondering who they could piss off next and what Joneses they could keep up with. They think everyone is beneath them, oh how wrong they are. We all just look at them, shake our heads, say nothing. Its not worth it. They are not worth it. Just smile, piss them off even more than they are. Leave them in their own little rose tinted world where they can think up more crap to come out of their mouths like it has been for the past god knows how many year. Damn Greetin Bairns.<br />
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My own bairns, my kidamals were greetin this morning. It started at 5.30, I got up to make Boyd lunch for work and I could hear them. Peeping away to themselves, well to me really. They had no water, I could tell, thats the only time you hear them. They have to wait, I need to make his lunch and I need coffee. So i left those greetin bairns to greet. Then the next bairn started, non stop so I got up and lifted his fat ass on the bed with Emma. Emma the boxer can jump up, bassett hounds have short stumpy legs so I have to heave his heavy butt onto the bed. They are dogs, they shouldnt even be on the bed. At 6am I dont need greetin bairns so up he went and while I was on my feet, the ducklings down in th spare room got fed & watered to stop them greetin. <br />
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Before long it was time to go let everyone out, Sunday is ment to be a day of rest, oh I wish I could of gone back to bed but no. I went to church with Mary & Tony. So, Sundays are a rush for me. I have to get everyone out, fed, cleaned out, shower, hair..ok not hair, I just wash, shake and leave it, get dressed and out the door by 9.30. So I walk out the door to go let the ducks out and there is greetin all over the place. Sonny the cat is greetin. He needs feeding 1st, I had forgotten his dish, so back inside I go. There, you greetin bairn, shut up and eat. I could hear the next lot of greetin bairns...the goats, hollerin like there is no tomorrow, greetin telling the whole world they are starved to death. Liar, Liar pants on fire!!! I cant do them 1st, I let the ducks out. They can see me thru the window of the duck house, WAAAAK WAAKKKKKKKKKK WAKWAAAKWAKKKKK, none stop. Damn greetin bairns! Ducks are out, fed, watered, geese are out fed & watered. Goats are next and then horses. They are the quiet ones, they just do little nickers, nip at each others legs, bite each others necks, do little bucks and fart at the same time.<br />
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At last everyone is fed. Im walking to the house and all hell braks loose. The geese are arguing thru the fence with the Pekins. For some reason they hate each other, they are like kids, picking at each other, im better than you, I can bite better than you, my black cat is blacker than your black cat...you get my drift here. Moon the grey goose, she had her head thru the fencing trying to rip the head of a Pekin. The geese are cheering Moon on along with the white Runners and then 1 of the Pekins grabbed Moon by the neck. OMG!!! Damn greetin bairns. She pulled her head back thru the fence and starts a tantrum. Just like kids you see in Walmart. The kids whos parent wont by them this or that and they throw themselves on the floor and start greetin and flailing like a fish on a hook. Here, oh child, who is NOT mine. I will give you something to flail about and you will be greetin for the rest of the week. So I gets the 2 gangs separated and all calms down. Ok, I have time now for a quick shower, a coffee and then church. By the time I picked up the eggs and headed across the yard, Juno...another goose is outside in the human yard along with my 2 young Pekin drakes. I could tell what was going to happen before it even started. Elliot & Gemini rushed Juno, who screamed like a big girls blouse and has a panic attack right there and then for everyone to see & hear. They frightend Juno so much she was more or less flailing on the ground, she had turned into 1 of those fainting goats, was so scared she fell and couldnt get up. I wish her mouth would stop working when this happens but no...damn greetin bairn wont stop. I go runing across the yard, I have to get there before the mob comes. Im running from 1 direction, the other geese and their side kick skinny assed Runner friends are closing in from the other direction. I gets there 1st picked up Gemini and throws him over the fence into the yard he should of stayed in, Elliot is now running for his life with 4 geese and 8 skinny freak birds chasing him. I notice the goats are greetin and bangin heads over whos, is whos, file of hay. Good Lord, I give 6 piles of hay, there is only 5 of them but they are still greetin. Damn greetin bairns. All im thinking as I run across the yard is...im glad I dont have neighbours who can hear my greetin bairns. The Pekins are all up in arms screaming thru the fence RUN ELLIOT!!! RUN!!. Elliot and his fat booty is doing the best he can and managed to get thru the fence minus a few tail feathers while the mob stands goading him on from the other side of the fence. Juno is 6 foot tall now he has his friends round to back him up and the noise is defening with 4 geese all GREETIN at the same time. Damn bairns, always greetin.<br />
I leave them all to have my shower, coffee and go to church.<br />
4 kids go to church every week and they all sit there like kids should. All dressed in their Sunday best, sitting next to parents. Behaving. Like kids should. The parents have installed manners into their kids. You dont hear greetin bairns at church. The youngest is around 2, you never hear her greetin. I liked the last preacher we had. He was always going on about whoopin ass, getting them to behave, helping them be good people, help them to do right and if they do wrong, whoop their asses. I liked that preacher! You always heard AMEN!!! from me. Oh yeah, I was there before he even finished the sentence. AAAAAMEN! Yes Sir.<br />
This week the preacher took his shoe of to tell a story about that shoe. Me, all I could think of was, I could of used that shoe the other week to whoop Keegans ass. I sit next to his grandma in church, Lovely woman, so is her husband. Keegan is thier grandson, hes I dont know..6 maybe. Keegan was at church the other week with his Grandma, he was fidgeting all over the place with a flee up his ass. I thought, Oh man, here goes. I sat down next to him and looked at him. He looked at me with those huge blue eyes and his cheeky grin. I said to him, do I need to take you round back now, before the preacher starts. Nope!! he said. I gave him my bestest bad look to warn him off. No sooner did the preacher start he was off. Kicking the back of the pews in front, sighing deeply for all to hear, poor Grandma was trying to pin him down while he flailed like a dementd chicken. I was ready to whoop some ass, but didnt know how Grandma would take it. As soon as th preacher had finished his sermon Grandma dragged Keenan out the church and home. I went down to see Keegans grandma a few days later and there he stood hands on hips struttin like a little banty chicken and he said, You frightened me on Sunday! I told him I hope he comes to church this Sunday coz see if you do that again while you are with your Grandma I will take you down the back and pull your pants down and give your ass a good whoopin and you WILL sit there and behave yourself.<br />
Knowing my luck I would be blessed with a child like Keegan and I would be forever whoopin ass. I dont think I could cope with greetin bairns, bairns are fine....as long as they go back to where ever they came from and dont greet at me all the time.Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-3999782289822565512011-07-16T08:06:00.000-04:002011-07-16T08:06:29.195-04:00Cedar tree with a job.Yesterday was stall stripping day! Mary picks the poop all week and on a Friday we strip stalls. It doesnt take long to do 7 stalls, 3 hours tops from stripping the stall, dumping the poo, lay lime and 3 barrows of shavings and put horse back. <br />
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So down to stall stripping. Nothing much to it really, you shovel shit and shovel more shit, you take out all thats in the stalls, lay a bit of lime to get rid of the amonia smell that sometimes chokes you to death and you stand for 10 minutes choffin your gutts up and cant get rid of the smell out your nose. So Smoke went out 1st, he wanted a cookie and he begged for one. I didnt have anyhting to give him but he kept on, looking at me with those big expressive eyes he has and leaned his head over like PLEEEEESSSEEEEEE!!!!<br />
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So, we scooped shit and Mary went to dump it out in the pasture, the back of the gator lifts up, the idea is to spread it as she drives but most of the time it will THUD to the ground in 1 big heap..oh well, never mind.<br />
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We then lay lime and add 3 barrows of shaving to the stall and add the horse to flatten the shavings .<br />
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So that was 1 stall done, another 6 more to do yet. But we got the job done. The Cedar got his job done too. I didnt feel 1 iota of guilt as I was cutting this baby Cedar down, this Cedar was going to save my life and dignaty from flailing around like a demented chicken. Next week we will hunt down another Cedar, thats the worst bit, they dont last long. 1 cleaning to be presise, after the cleaning it does, the stickyness dissapears and its job is over. It dries out covered in cobwebs and its only payment for doing such a good job is to be taken across the road back into the woods where it will die. Im sorry baby Cedar tree for taking your life so early but you did a good job, saved me from cobwebs and siders and gave Mary a clean barn.<br />
Thank You baby Cedar Tree!!<br />
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Some more pics from the barn<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2YVuDcLrytw1Pm-2pYac1dzyObYcwxNKc9PcChQiPvu8-cwmEtaSG5e6Qbp9tNi128su2XcNF1mq0MTiqYDLJVnPb4zQNPDRI89rUb2umGQJ5DIrWh34_bUtU8Io1gNHYMzR-J4BCvg/s1600/mary1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2YVuDcLrytw1Pm-2pYac1dzyObYcwxNKc9PcChQiPvu8-cwmEtaSG5e6Qbp9tNi128su2XcNF1mq0MTiqYDLJVnPb4zQNPDRI89rUb2umGQJ5DIrWh34_bUtU8Io1gNHYMzR-J4BCvg/s320/mary1.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>So this is Mary, she grew up in Greenville South carolina where she met her husband Tony. Shes probably going to kill me for the nest sentence but its my blog and Im telling the story. Mary and Tony got married when Mary was 14/15 years old! Yep, she always jokes that Tony raised me, Tony came to my prom. Now some of my facts may be a bit mixed up, but im just going to go with the flow and by the stories Mary has told me over the last 4 years, and Im sure Mary will correct me on it once I have finished. <br />
So they got married young, and got a house, I dont know if the house came before or after graduation but I do know they got a dog and decided to show Chow Chows. Mary tells that they werent aloud to have a dog in the house so she kept it hidden and would only let it out when no one was around. I think Tony showed dogs at first, Mary would tag along, she would bath and groom the dog and set Tony up for his shows and he would win. Then Mary decided she wanted to show dogs to. She did obediance with them and she says all she had to do was look at this dog in a certain way and the dog wouldnt move. Ive seen that look, I know how that look goes. They both started up a Chow how can I call it, a show group for Chows and used to travel alot to Atlanta. I think they had a pretty good name for all the wins they had with their dogs.<br />
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Mary is a go getter, she is ruthless in everything she does and she doesnt back down at all. Im going to say ruthless, but it can also be passionate. If Mary cant do something then she is going to keep at it untill she knows how its done. As I said she trained dogs, then there was the cows, they have raised rabbits, goats, chickens, you name it they have had it. Mary has also raised, trained and shown horses for many a year. Horses are Marys passion. She has had many a broken bone with her horses, arms, wrists, fingers, nose, feet trodden on, bucked off, sore backs, knees, stitches, braces, casts. I know I shouldnt laugh but the stories she tells about how she broke this or that cracks me up. Mary & Tony were quite high up in the Palmetto Paint Club, they might of started it, I cant remember, but I do know they have traveled all over America showing their horses. Mary is a perfectionist..in everything she does, wether its to do with showing horses, bathing the dog, cutting her grass, or mucking out stalls. Ive been at the barn helping Mary on many occasion wether its to clean stalls on a hot day, where in wringing in sweat ready to fall down with heat stoke LOL, she will say WELL!!! Just suck it up. Its funny, you can complain about anything wrong with you and Mary always starts with WELL! as for the suck it up, Im a wimp, I hate hurting, I do most days and I get yancy when Im hurting, or hot. All I get is Suck it up were nearly finished. I told you she was ruthless. Marys ruthlessness isnt always bad. I say ruthless because thats how she goes about her day in everything she does. She will ruthlessly do it untill its done. It doesnt matter that shes tired, sore, broken wrist or doubled over with a broken back, shes going to get the job done and it doesnt matter what is in her way. If a horse throws her, shes going to go catch that jorse and get back on and do it again and again untill that horse keeps her in the saddle or does what she wants it to do.<br />
She tells the story that she wanted to win some thing at the end of the show year, You had to have so many points and have done so many classes and won so many...I dont know the ins and outs of it but Iknow she had to work hard, show and win. She was booked into so many showing classes than she was still showing at 3am. She would go back to the stalls with her horse, get her stuff ready for the next day and be back out showing at 7am and show all day untill she was done. So at the end of the year mary won this prize. Its a replica statue of your horse. She has to send in photos of every piece of her horse and someone made a copy of it and that was your Prize. Mary doesnt have 1..noooo, Mary has 2. For 2 different horses. I dont know if they were the same year or if Crystal won 1, but hey, she has 2 statue horses that look like her horses. In this photo are the statues. The Ginger horse as I call it is Rusty and the paint is Smoke.<br />
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Ruthless. This is what Mary worked hard for, I could be giving all the credit to Mary, when some of it could be Crystals hard work, I dont know but if it was you Crystal, I am as much in awe of your hard work and so proud of you both. Mary & Crystal showed alot. They shared the same horse alot, Smoke. Crystal would do Junior classes...and WIN!! then they would change saddles and Mary would do her classes and WIN!!. Let me show you just some of what they won over the years.<br />
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This is the 1 that helped Mary & Crystal get to number 1. He is the love of Marys life. Silverado Smoke. Smoke is up there in age now, I dont know how old, but Im willing to bet hes at least 20 if not a day older. Hes getting to be an old man but he sure acts like a 2 year old.<br />
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As they say, all good things come to an end. So before long we have to shut this story down.<br />
Mary is Tonys wife, Bryan & Crystals mama, and soon to be Grandma. She is there for her family at big Holidays through out the year and does the dinners and cookouts. You all know who you are, you need to come down and visit more to keep the family together, to see each other at special times of the year, None of you are getting any younger. Mary IS the been there and done it. She really is, I could go on all day but I would be here forever more. Mary has a heart of gold, she will help you with anything you want to do and be ruthless in helping you. She can tell a story and it always starts with WELL!!! She can somethimes be ruthless in what she says and it can cut like a knife, but you have to know how to take her. I have been with Mary the past few years doing alot of things I would never of drempt I would ever do. Mary gave me that chance. I am honoured I really am. We have been through the wringer the past few years just like everyone else with the way the ecconomy has gone. We have clubbed together to get hay, we go to get 2 round bales for the 2 pastures and when we get there we have counted pennies so we can get another bale because it looks nice. We have counted yet more pennies to get a soda on the way to get said bales. We have been trail riding, Christmas parades, fixing fences, catching horses and moving them, same with goats, we go to chicken sales, rodeos,, cleaning stalls, bathing horses, the list is endless and too many to mention. We go on days out and go to Outback and tell our hubbies we ate off the dollar menu at Mcdonalds. We have had good & bad times, we all go through it in our every day lives. I have been there for Mary just like she has been there for me, why...because we are friends, we are bestest buddies, we are partners in crime, shes my side kick, we are each others helper or an ear to listen to. Dale in our local TSC said I was number 1 customer, we were laughing and joking and then Mary said no Im number 1, I spend more money here than you. Fine I said, you can be number 1..after all age is before beauty. Talking about age. I pull Marys leg that she is old enought to be my mom. We were going to pick up my parents from Charolotte last year and we stopped for McDonalds on the way. I was saying to her, Your old enough to be my mom and she said WELL!!! If im old enough to be your mom, you better remember its Mothers day next week so best you get me a Mothers Day gift. We were going back and forth with this conversation while we were sat at the order box and all we could here through out Mother conversation was HELLO!!! HELLO CAN WE HELP YOU WITH YOUR ORDER!!! We ignored it and carried on. It was funny to us and the woman was getting Peed off we were holding up the drive through.<br />
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Well im going to shut this down, you are on the way to the Doctors, I have animals to let out and feed.<br />
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Mary, you are my bestest friend, my South Carolina Mom and all of the above I said before. I hope we have many happy years of friendship together. You are as Dale say, Number 1. You are Number 1 in everything you do and have done.<br />
This is for you, Mary, I admire you and think the world of you, you have no idea, I Love You with all my heart.<br />
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I had a Mafia Wars friend comment on 1 of my photos yesterday, I havent seen him on my FB page for a while so asked how he was doing, wheres hes been and what hes been up to. Hes a nice guy, 1 of my ducks is named after him...Sarsipius Brown, some of my duck friends will know this name, and probably recongise the photo of him. LOL, well its not him but the photo I put up is what he sent me. Anyway!! He answered me back. I got shot!!!!! As I said, hes a funny guy, always laughing and jocking around, my wise ass comment back was...What did you do, rob a 7/11. He was walking home and got a sore back, went into his house, took his shirt off and was covered in blood, he went outside and next he knew he was in Hospital. He didnt hear the shot, doesn tknow who did, it or if it was even for him. I was a bit shocked and my guilt kicked in for my wise ass comment. I couldnt hold back my wise ass yet again and said, so did Big Pete sack you for being late for work, did he come visit you in hospital, did he stick his finger in your bullet hole. Sars, he just takes everything in his stride, but hes now scared of the city and is looking for somewhere else to live. Im glad to hear hes ok and making fun as usual, just think, if he hadnt off popped up on a comment, I would never know he had been shot. <br />
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My neighbour Anita called me yesterday, she was up in Greenville with her family, she called to ask if I would go and check on Maxes water. Max is their dog, he went wandering yet again for a girlfriend and came back home with a tore up leg so he is now grounded in the back yard. I said yes, no problem, I would go check on him. Max is just a mutt, the best kind to have, I dont have a photo but hes a big white and brown patched dog who likes to give kisses when you go visit. Anita asked me if I had seen the news this morning, No Ma'am, Im lucky if I get to watach TV till later on tonight. She said a local Laurens County Sheriff had been shot in the line of duty last night and it was her nephew. So please give thoughts and prayers for the family of fallen Sheriff Roger Rice today. The man who shot him also shot his girlfriend, so our thoughts also go out to her family today. The Laurens Dept shot the guy, but hes now using tax payers money at the Hospital!!!<br />
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</div>Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-36986862513261446732011-07-13T12:20:00.000-04:002011-07-13T12:20:15.067-04:00Dear Blogger dashboardDear Blogger dashboard. This is the second time I have typed out this wish out to you. Took me a while to explain what I wanted in my last wish with carefully chosen words and this time I dont know if I have the will, time or the patience to say it so nicely again but I will try my best.<br />
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!<br />
Its my blog after all, I realy would like to COMMENT on MY BLOG to the nice people who have gone out their way to COMMENT on MY BLOG. <br />
I come to my dashboard and see I have a comment, I go and read said comment and then I want to reply back, thats MANNERS, Something I think your mama, did NOT install into you. I would LOVE to install some manners into you!! WHERE THE SUN DONT SHINE!!!<br />
So as I was saying, I make my way over to comment, yes I have to sign in, but at the top right corner is says in signed in, so I press COMMENT and I have to sign in, I sign in and it takes me to where I can comment. I make my comment with as much feeling as I can muster knowing the outcome of it and press send. You then make me sign in!!! <br />
WTF!!!!<br />
Didnt I just sign in. Ok, I must be blonde, I know im not, I have brown hair, ok, I have gray hair coming thru and I dye it when ever I feel the need or the grey roots are showing by 3 inches and it looks like crap, but thats neither here nor there.<br />
So I sign in again, then you ask me to type in the few letters to make sure in not SPAM!!! SO i type in my letters and I press send..or comment or what ever you make me press. And LOW AND BE HOLD!!! You take me back to the sign in page.<br />
WTF is wrong with you, This is where the manners should kick in for you, I did as you requested, you are ment to say Thank You Ma'am and move on to deliver my comment to the screen. But noooooooo!<br />
I go to my dashboard, It says im still signed in, so I delete my comment and press send, here we go again. Im starting to feel like DAMN SPAM!!! Spam is crap they scrape up of the floor mush it all together stick in a can and tell us its meat. It aint mean by any means, its crap, just like you, a waste of time.<br />
So, Dear blogger dashboard, point me in the right direction, tell me in big bright letters what I am doing wrong, send me towards the light so I can do it right the 1st time and not have to get frustrated with you when you beat me with that shitty stick of yours. Let me sign in but once a day, and not let me sit here swearing at you. If my mum was here she would look at me in disgust and tell me swearing is not lady like and do I want soap in my mouth. Yes, I might be 39 years old my mum will still put soap in my mouth if she hears me swearing, But Im past the point of giving a shit about soap in my mouth. I would rather my mum do that than me have to sign onto my account that it already signed into 100 times a damn day.<br />
So this is what I have done oh Dear blogger dashboard. I saved my dashboard on my favourites, then i saved my blog page too. My dashboard it clicked to stay signed in but my blog page says not signed in. How do I sign into my page, or do I do it all thru my dashboard. if the dashboard, how the fuck do I comment without having to sign in every time you get a corn cob stuck up your ass, I really do hope your next shit is a hedgehog you nasty piece of work. All I ask is you let me comment witout repeating myself over and over like a damn parrot.<br />
Please oh Dear blogger dashboard, mend the errors of your ways and lead me not into temptation of swearing at you with unlady like words.<br />
In the name of sign in screens, swearing and soap in my mouth. <br />
A FUCKIN MEN!!<br />
Fingers crossed this postes when I press the Publish Post Button!!!Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-58372705742688029322011-07-12T11:08:00.000-04:002011-07-14T11:04:50.604-04:00Under the TreeWell, I think my 1st blog went ok, easier than I though really. I had lots of comments on my Facebook about it, I told Mary she needs to do a blog, Im going to blog about Mary 1 day, then there was Renita, she thought the same as me...Would people really want to hear about my life and the things I do and about her dad and kids....Well Yesssss!! We would. So hopefully I can get Mary & Renita to do a blog to. We all live on the same street, Renita is at the beginning of the street and im at the top end...3 miles away. <br />
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So getting on to yesterday after dinner, took the camera out while I was feeding, I took photos round the tree that is just outside the garage by the drive. Yes I take photos, of all sorts of stuff, mostly as Bambi said today my Kidamals...nice new word for me to use about my kids/animals.<br />
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SO there you go, that was my evening Under the Tree. Mary came round for 10 minutes, I think she had gone to get milk and she came to tell me she wasnt going to the sale today. My ducks have a reprieve this week, I dont want tog on on my own. Its no fun sitting havign dinner at Petes on your own. At the sale I would have the old foks to chat to but I would rather be there with Mary on our girls night out. Yep, small things amuse small minds, It used to be that my girls nights out were full of drinking, music and dancing, now iI live the quiet life here in South Carolina, my night out consists of dinner at Petes then the Chicken Sale with a bottle of Dr Pepper and a bag of M&Ms.<br />
Well thats about all for this blog, Im sure I have bored you all ready.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgia-yJyNY5xU2mo3sHe2zPjrnsZq90bIanywDJrdSkhjBF6QtF6LBoJBx_kjSMh1-8mo39jwj5_xUCcuFItfjxU5sv4z7LM1UwdrxPO9hyphenhypheneG3qkzjq26RGBh9I2FK3jpCMXMW4fSUxFVU/s1600/the+tree+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgia-yJyNY5xU2mo3sHe2zPjrnsZq90bIanywDJrdSkhjBF6QtF6LBoJBx_kjSMh1-8mo39jwj5_xUCcuFItfjxU5sv4z7LM1UwdrxPO9hyphenhypheneG3qkzjq26RGBh9I2FK3jpCMXMW4fSUxFVU/s320/the+tree+001.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-3679353465410259022011-07-11T18:09:00.000-04:002011-07-11T18:09:07.901-04:001st Blog!: Thats me<a href="http://quackayres.blogspot.com/2011/07/thats-me.html?spref=bl">1st Blog!: Thats me</a>: "This is my 1st time blogging!!! Crow told me I should do a Blog, so here is my Blog. Does Blog start with a capital B or just a small b!! Oh..."Nickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391417882849701654.post-19333678732555860222011-07-11T17:04:00.000-04:002011-07-11T17:04:52.616-04:00Thats meThis is my 1st time blogging!!! Crow told me I should do a Blog, so here is my Blog. Does Blog start with a capital B or just a small b!! Oh well, here goes.<br />
HI!! My name is Nicky Ayres, pronounced Airs unlike most of the telemarketers who think im Mexican and say it Aries...No Ma'am, you have the wrong phone number no Aries live here. CLICK!!<br />
I was born in Birkenhead, across the Mersey from Liverpool, but was raised in Scotland most of my life. My dad was in the Royal Marines so we traveled quite a bit when I was young and my brother was born in Malta while my dad was stationed there. We moved to Scotland when I was 6, its home, always will be, its the only place I know to call home, after all, home is where the heart is. Fast forward quite a few years and I now live in South Carolina USA!! How did you end up here I hear you ask. I met my hubby online, came to visit, he came to visit me and then me and my 2 cats and 2 bags of clothes moved here, or as I say when people ask how I got here...by plane!!! It gets them every time..yes, I can be a smart ass when I want to be, Sarchasm, the lowest form of whit, or is it witt....oh you might be able to tell, Im not good at spelling and I wont be going back over my blog for spelling mistakes either, If I cant spell it, I will spell it how it sounds to me. So, Ive been here for 8 years now, married for 7 years this October, all I have left from the bagage I brought over is some photos, a pair of capris and 1 cat Sonny, Banjamin got run over last month and it broke my heart so it did. I will post photos of them some time I am sure of it. <br />
I better start a new paragraph realy shouldnt I.<br />
Anyway, we live on 3 acres here in Waterloo, South Kakylaky, Redneck country at its best and what a great bunch of people we are down here, my step son Zach, he says Ive turned into a Scottish Redneck, that will do me just fine, Ive fitted in well down here. Oh our 3 acres we have dogs, cats, sorry cat!!, Boer goats, Miniature horses, Sebastopol geese and ducks. WAAAAAAKKKK!!!! Yep, we have lots of WAAAAAKers round these here parts, oh and Tom our stary cat. Im sure over time, everyone will be introduced in my blog. I dont have kids of the human kind, never felt the need realy. People get excited when their baby takes their 1st steps, or 1st tooth, Birthday parties and such, me, I get excited when my ducks lay their 1st egg, or my geese do their 1st HONK to me across the yard, or the puppy does its 1st pee ouside instead of on the floor!!! Yes, my animals are my kids, they maybe animals but I am as proud of them as you are of your kids. <br />
Good Lord, I think im doing ok so far in this Blog thingy. Ok lets shhut this thing down soon and let me have a read, let me do a sort of quick...Who is Me, likes, dislike, loves, look like and so on. I dont know what I do when I finish this, I know I have to publish post, but where does it go to, out into the whole wide world, but where, who will see it and read it, will people post that they have seen it..so If you see it can you add a comment so I know you have seen it, and where you have seen it. Is this like Facebook where it goes out for all bloggers to see!!! Answers on a Post Card pleae.<br />
OK...Nicky Ayres, I was 39 years young this June, Im 5 ft 5 or 6, I dont know how heavy I am, well I sort of have an idea, but lets pass on that shall we. I have brown curly hair, brown eyes. I drink coffee all day, or Dr Peper, I cant cook worth a damn but I do heat up real good! as long as it had directions on how long at what heat sort of thing. I like pastas and rice, steak, LOVE Chinese food and Indian food, I hate Waffle house coffee but at 3 in the morning after watching a rodeo, then it goes down a dream. I hate tomatoes, most veg realy, but my refridgerater looks healthy...its for the ducks and geese. I like Country music, I used to listen to Blink, Good Charlotte, Queen, Elton John, omg, alsorts of music. I love fresh air..something we dont have here in SC, its just thick...cut with a knife thick, no fresh air, I love grass, another thing lacking in SC..we just have dried shriveled up stuff that resembles grass, rain, yep you got it, dont have much of that here either. They are the 3 things I miss from home, fresh air, grass and rain. You dont appreciate what you have untill you loose it, or in my case move. I love my animals, oh and my hubby, cant forget about him too. Well, its time for me to go feed said animals, animals here get fed before humans do in this house. Hubby always asks whats for dinner and what time are we having it. I always say the same. What ever I give you, whenever I put the plate infront of you. Hey, thats me, in a nut shell. Short & sweet!<br />
Well my 1st Blog is officialy over, spelling mistakes an all, I hope you enjoy it, remember to comment if you see it out there in space.<br />
Nicky xxxNickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15900980238420387968noreply@blogger.com8