Howdy ya'll. I'm a terrible blogger. Sorry 'bout that.
I'ts not as if there hasn't been plenty to blog about. But, well, the truth is that I discovered google reader, and didn't need to go to blogger to keep up with everyone else's blogs, and so I got distracted with other people's lives, and uninterested in keeping track of my own. Excuses, excuses.
So. What's new down on the farm? Let's see... August was disgustingly hot, and I was having some repercussions from two pregnancies in a row, and so I pretty much sat around wearing as little clothing as possible and waiting for it all to be over already. September was pretty much the same way. Sometime in the middle of a few rainy days, the stupid raccoons killed all my chickens again, and I cussed alot. Sorry. This time I'm really not trying chickens again until I get some razor wire and electric fencing. Maybe I'll put frikin' lazer beams on their frikin' heads. Is that too much to ask?
October was pretty awesome, it always is. Halloween is so much fun! We had a big party here with a bonfire and a "tractor" ride for the kiddos. Oh, and we learned how to grill meat. I mean for real. Like, the most tender and delicious grilled meat ever. Maybe I'll write a post about it sometime. Or maybe I'll just tell ya'll to go to amazingribs.com. You know you wanna.
November is the busiest month of the year for me. Punkin's birthday, Maezie's birthday, and then Thanksgiving. Three big events, 3 weekends in a row. This year was even bigger, because it was the first year I was hosting Thanksgiving at our house. There is nothing like trying to cook dinner for 13 people in a house that looks like Toys'r'us just threw up on it. I think I may have to institute a 1 toy per child, per birthday rule or something. Especially with Christmas being just a month later!! It's definitely time to do a toy purge around here.
But, back to Thanksgiving dinner. I want to tell all of you a story about gracefulness, and skill, and me falling over the baby gate 2 days before Thanksgiving and seriously jacking up my knee. But I just gave you the punchline, so we'll leave it at that. I am eternally thankful to Grammy and Nana for coming over and doing whatever I told them to while I sat at the table in the kitchen with a knee the size of a canteloup. I commented to Davey after the dinner that I couldn't believe how smoothly everything went, and that's when he so kindly pointed out that I hadn't really done most of the work. (>sigh< There's always next year.) Still, the food was awesome, the company was awesome, and it was a pretty darn near perfect holiday. Even if I did have to get around with a cane.
Fortunately my knee got better VERY quickly, and we were able to pretty much stay on schedule getting the Christmas decorations up and whatnot, and then started the December baking and cleaning and present-buying and present-wrapping blur that is Christmas. This year wasn't a big year for presents, but I'm just so thankful that we were able to buy any presents at all, because I honestly thought for a little while that it was not going to happen. But God is way, way too good to us, and this Christmas was a great one. Not really because of the presents (though don't get me wrong, I love me some presents) but because the girls are getting old enough to really start enjoying everything about it. And because I got to do nice things for people I like an awful lot. And, I'm not gonna lie, because of the cookies. I really love cookies.
On the 29th of December, Maezie-bell had her surgery. I had the mother of all panic attacks beforehand, but seriously, the surgery itself only took 15 minutes, and she came thru it like it was no big thing. Afterwards I freaked out ( I do that alot) because her smile was different, but then the swelling went down, and it's not so different, just bigger, and toothier, which is not a bad thing at all. And we're already seeing improvements in her eating and noise-making! Hooray!
So. Now it's 2012. I ushered in the new year sitting on the couch and trying to figure out why any of the "musicians" on New Year's Rockin' Eve are getting paid for what they do, and why people seem to think they're so awesome. Maybe it's just because I'm getting old, but Beiber? singing Let it Be? With Carlos Santana? Come ON. I've heard kids at highschool talent shows do better covers than that. And don't even get me started on Pitbull or Lady Gaga. Yep. I'm old. But I'm totally ok with it.
So. To sum up:
The last 5 months have been crazy and typical.
I've started my midlife crisis.
and I'm a kluttz.
Yep. That's pretty much it.
