When I really need to crack down and get some work done, I will find ANY excuse not to do it?

GOLF? why on earth do I catch myself watching golf. I've never played it.....don't like it.....WTF

And now I'm blogging about my inability to get off my ass and get some things done. thus preventing me from getting off my ass and getting anything done.

Maybe this is why we are meant to have spouses (if we are?)

I am zealously overprotective of someone close to me. I thought for a long time that I was just being nice. And overprotective doesn't do it justice.... I coddle and help and serve and you name it.

And I wondered why. I came up with a hundred different reasons. It's not like this person couldn't take care of himself. And then it dawned on me.

I don't want him to have to grow up.

It's crazy....he's a college senior for pete's sake. I finally recognized that the kid that is left in him is so wonderful I don't want to see him go. Holding on to the joy of being young is rare. When I recognize it in people I treasure it. I think it is something I strive to keep alive in myself because it is something people are attracted to. Sometimes I look like an idiot ......oh well.

Some of my friends are questioning my behavior in this friendship. I think they think I'm hot for him. I can honestly say that is not true. But that contagious giggle makes me love
him,and sometimes....there's no going back.

What ya gona do?

I won't be leaving for at LEAST a month!

It was snowing like crazy a while ago. Like can't see the road snow. But it stopped. Damn

I shouldn't be hoping for snow....having an upcoming move and all...but I can't help it.

I realize there will be a gap of undetermined time in my internet service. I am moving to the boonies.....the boonies, did ya hear me? They don't even have cell phone service!

I have no idea what I will be doing (besides suffering withdrawls)

Maybe I could do smoke signals or bang on drums.

Regardless of what you all might think, I am not on a first name basis with the laundry fairy. I know he/she/it flits around and does prodigious amounts of laundry at all of your respective houses. But the fucker doesn't stop here.

I don't know how I pissed the little sucker off. I always sorted according to color/whites. I got the little scented sheets he/she/it likes. Maybe it was the dirty jockstraps and cum towels. (but from the sniff sounds coming from the basement last time he/she/it was here I doubt that)

Maybe this is a continuing price I'm paying for the sewer overflow. How do I sue the city for that?

COME BACK little fairy friend......COME BACK

I met with the sellers of my farm today to get keys (closing is a few weeks off) You have to imagine an old finnish farmer....about as stoic as you can get.

Hey grabbed my hand and in a very touching way he said "I'm so glad it's you. When we walked around the land together I could tell that you cared about it and it's history. I'm just really glad it's you.

Me too

I'm going to start moving some stuff today. Just a general de-clutter of my current house to make it more attractive to potential buyers.

Gads


Now where did i leave those muscle boys?

This is what remains of the logs cabin the original settlers built in 1879 when they moved to this harsh land.

I am going to try to save these two walls. I think I might cut them down the center and use them as paneling in the new bunkhouse.

I've been packing all day. I got 5 boxes done (thats really something for a guy like me who has to stop and read everything)

Happy weekend!

The realtor says I have to have this place ready to list in a week .......eeeeeeekkkk.

And body good at packing? I have to warn you I have an extensive collection of antique glass.

But hey! There's pie!

Met with my real estate lady and was disappointed with the price she said I could get. I knew that I had overimproved based on the rest of the neighborhood, but oh well.

So on the flip side my mortgage company called and the appraisal on the farm was MUCH higher than anticipated. That made me happy.

I'm pretty much in love with Brett Favre. I'm pretty sure that is perfection in the flesh.

I'm also thinking of moving LUNNA up here and making her a farm wife.

Bet that thought made you chuckle.