Oh my goodness. So much has changed since I last posted a blog in October. We have a new president, a new dog, and a new found appreciation for store bought goodies. I want to apologize to my dear readers as I have been extremely lazy and have not posted. I have been diligently been trying to finish up my bachelor’s degree while also channeling Laura Ingalls Wilder, but more about that in a minute.
First, let me address the current political climate. One of the reasons I have not been active on social media is because of the three ring circus that we currently have and have been under since the primaries took place. I am not going to make this a political blog and have found it difficult to not express my opinions on the situation but the reality is: it is just my opinion and I have enough family and friends to argue with that I do not feel the need to include my cyber posse as well. So, that is it for my political statement on this subject.
Secondly, my school work. These are the last few classes remaining before I am awarded (hopefully) my B.A. in Human Services. It has been incredibly intensely tedious and boring and takes every bit of concentration I have to just plow through it. It feels like I have been taking classes for about 10 years and I am completely happy that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. A dim watery light but a light none the less.
Thirdly, Laura Ingalls Wilder (happy belated birthday, Half-Pint!). So, living in the farmhouse, out in the country, I have learned that you have to be prepared for times when it is not convenient to run to the grocery store or order food. Which is to say, every day. I am not the most prepared of people on a good day so you can imagine the things that I have had to do.
I have had to use food that has been in my deep freezer for an indeterminate period of time. One time I cooked pork chops, turned out to be flattened chicken breasts. Yum. I have mastered the art of baking bread. I can turn out a mean white bread or wheat bread but had a disaster of epic proportions when it came to trying to make a cinnamon-raisin bread. It does make a nice doorstop, however. I have never professed to be a baker and each warm, yeasty, loaf that I pull out of the oven makes me appreciate Walmart like never before. I have made cookies, cakes, and candies when I have a sweet tooth. I really really need to work on following exact ingredients and cooking times. I long for the bakery at our store in our old town and have a new found respect for anyone that makes baked goods from scratch.
Fourth(ly), our new dog. We had a dog. He was great. He died. We have a new dog. I love her to pieces. She is sweet tempered, loving, and cute as a button. My husband hates her. She chewed up the cord to my laptop, chewed up the cord to my carpet shampooer (after thoughtfully pissing on said carpet), ate his sunglasses, ate #6’s glasses, and S.O.’s glasses. She has eaten two pairs of my yard shoes, one face off of a Baby Alive, and may or may not have been responsible for the great toilet paper fiasco of 2017. She refuses to play with her chew toys, isn’t food driven (uhm, hello?), and only wants to be constantly petted and scratched. I am open to suggestions before my S.O. decides that my wonderful little Luna Lovedog (such a HP nerd) needs to be in permanent mode as a chicken coop dog.
The cats have grudgingly accepted her, except for our female kitty in residence Phyllis. She hates her with a passion that equals my distaste for laundry so it’s pretty intense. The other cats ignore her and look down on her for being a well, a dog. The chickens do not interest her so we have that going in our favor.
So, fearless reader, it is on that note that I am signing off for the day. I’ve missed you and hope that you have room in your hearts for a tired, sugar starved, and sleep deprived blogger. Good night, John Boy.