Well after the last post, I thought that I should note that the mouse or shrew or whatever it was is now dead. Bernie checked the snap trap this morning and we had caught it. I know... I don't live in a dream world, there could be more, but it is nice to see one dead one go out the door.
The other piece of good news is that Bernie is now officially the manager at Pontrilas Community Pasture. This is really good news for us, because we don't have to move to Smoky Burn this summer, and it makes the last two that we did, worth while. The other manager has been moved to a rider position at another pasture, and they sort of just handed it to Bernie. This means that I get to bring my baby home to my house, not the pasture house at Smoky Burn. I was so excited I almost cried. Almost.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Things that rustle in the night
Well, it has finally started to warm up a bit. I haven't noticed too much except for when I have to go up to the front to get the next income tax file that I have to work on, I see less snow, and people wearing less than they were 2 weeks ago. I like it when it starts to warm up, but sometimes in April I wish that it would just stay cold, so that it wasn't so hard to have to go to work when you would rather stay home and enjoy the warm day.
I have been feeling good, and all of the doctors that I am seeing are still fairly happy with my numbers, and are still making some changes to my insulin dosages. But all in all I think that the pump is making a big difference in this pregnancy. I am feeling lots of movement now, but everytime I try to let Cache feel the baby kicking it stops. Sibling rivalry already?
I had quite a night last night. Bernie got home from roping at 1:45 a.m., and I woke up when he came in, so I started talking to him. Then I could not go back to sleep. I got up, went to the bathroom, came back to bed and read for about an hour, but knowing that I had to go to work in the morning I turned off my light and tried to go to sleep. I laid there for a while longer, and then all of the sudden I heard a sound like a chip bag rustling. I quickly jabbed Bernie and told him that there was a mouse in our room. He got up and went to get a trap from downstairs, and set it up in the hall closet, because we had seen the mouse run out of the room when we turned the light on. He climbed back into bed and promptly went back to sleep, but me... I was more awake than before, and a little scared that it might find it's way onto our bed (it happened to my friend) So I laid there in the dark a little while longer, and then again I heard the rustling sound. I jabbed Bernie again and yelled "There is still a mouse in my room!!!" Once again he turned on the light, and this time he went and got the trap and put it right in our room on my side of the bed, because that is where we had been hearing it. Then again he turned off the light and went back to sleep. By now the baby was doing a gymnastics routine and so was my heart, and I was even further from sleep than I had been before. Now not only was there a mouse in my room but it might find it's way into the live trap, and then it would be making frantic noises trying to get out of it, and that is a really annoying sound that I really didn't want to deal with in the night. I finally drifted to sleep, and by the time that my alarm went off in the morning I must have been dreaming about the budget that I was working on when I left work the night before, because every time I hit snooze I was just making a slight adjustment to the budget. Consequently I just kept making adjustments and ended up sleeping until 7:30 and I have to leave by 8:00. When I complained to Bernie about my poor night sleep, all he had to say was "Well, why were you still awake when I got home?" I don't think that it should take a rocket scientist to know that he woke me up, I wasn't waiting up for him.
I have been feeling good, and all of the doctors that I am seeing are still fairly happy with my numbers, and are still making some changes to my insulin dosages. But all in all I think that the pump is making a big difference in this pregnancy. I am feeling lots of movement now, but everytime I try to let Cache feel the baby kicking it stops. Sibling rivalry already?
I had quite a night last night. Bernie got home from roping at 1:45 a.m., and I woke up when he came in, so I started talking to him. Then I could not go back to sleep. I got up, went to the bathroom, came back to bed and read for about an hour, but knowing that I had to go to work in the morning I turned off my light and tried to go to sleep. I laid there for a while longer, and then all of the sudden I heard a sound like a chip bag rustling. I quickly jabbed Bernie and told him that there was a mouse in our room. He got up and went to get a trap from downstairs, and set it up in the hall closet, because we had seen the mouse run out of the room when we turned the light on. He climbed back into bed and promptly went back to sleep, but me... I was more awake than before, and a little scared that it might find it's way onto our bed (it happened to my friend) So I laid there in the dark a little while longer, and then again I heard the rustling sound. I jabbed Bernie again and yelled "There is still a mouse in my room!!!" Once again he turned on the light, and this time he went and got the trap and put it right in our room on my side of the bed, because that is where we had been hearing it. Then again he turned off the light and went back to sleep. By now the baby was doing a gymnastics routine and so was my heart, and I was even further from sleep than I had been before. Now not only was there a mouse in my room but it might find it's way into the live trap, and then it would be making frantic noises trying to get out of it, and that is a really annoying sound that I really didn't want to deal with in the night. I finally drifted to sleep, and by the time that my alarm went off in the morning I must have been dreaming about the budget that I was working on when I left work the night before, because every time I hit snooze I was just making a slight adjustment to the budget. Consequently I just kept making adjustments and ended up sleeping until 7:30 and I have to leave by 8:00. When I complained to Bernie about my poor night sleep, all he had to say was "Well, why were you still awake when I got home?" I don't think that it should take a rocket scientist to know that he woke me up, I wasn't waiting up for him.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Oh No, It's Officially April
Well, for most people April might mean various things, such as the beginning of spring, warmer weather, more time to spend outside, but for me it means that we are in the thick of Tax Season. I am very glad that there are only 4 Saturdays in April this year, as the last two years have had 5, and that does tend to be exhausting as we are required to work Saturdays in April. We do get to wear jeans though (as if that's supposed to make it all better).
The weather here has been so fickel, one is never sure how to dress or how to dress a 4 year old boy. Maybe a 4 year old girl would be easier because they would stay out of the mud more, wouldn't they? I'm actaully not sure about that but it sounds good in theory doesn't it.
We had our 4th and final horse sale for this season this weekend, and all in all I think that it went fairly well. As I said the weather has been funny, so when I went to the sale on Saturday with a neighbour I was really glad that he was driving a big dodge 4x4 because it had snowed on Friday night, and froze hard to the road, and there were cars in the ditch everywhere. Then as it started to warm up the snow turned to slush and as you can imagine at a rodeo and horse sale with big trucks and trailers and horses everywhere, everything turned to slime.
After the sale when Cache was unfortunately unattended by both of his parents, he and his wise cousin Jace decided to play outside in the Auction yard. This would have been a good idea on a warm sunny day, bun not yesterday considering it was so muddy that truck tires were actually sinking into the mud when they were parked. Below you will see pictures of what Cache and Jace looked like after they were discovered.
Bernie actually took his (I mean Cache's) socks, boots, and jeans off, and Cache had to sit there and wait while Auntie Maria ran to Tisdale to get the boys a new pair of pants. I am so much like my mother that I couldn't even look when Bernie brought him in from outside, and Bonnie had to take these pictures, because I couldn't bear to look, and I worried that I might have a fit on Cache in public if I saw how dirty he was.
Bernie sold a horse at the sale yesterday, and got what he wanted for it, and the other one passed, because the bid's on him didn't go high enough, and he thought that he was worth more.
Well, that's it for now.
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