Yep. I Got Muddy, Too…

There are times in my life that I will admit to being not quite bright, as my friend from Kentucky would say… Not often, but there are those infrequent times.  They usually transpire when I’m tired and worn down and the brain is kicking in a bit slow…

We decided that the safest thing to do was to leave the U-Haul on the gravel drive, hitch the little trailer on my pickup, drive it around to the big barn, load it and then drive it back to the drive and load it off the trailer into the U-Haul.

First we had to figure the route around the back of the trailer. And we did… with Jonathan and me both getting stuck once apiece.  However, Jonathan being a country boy was a bit smarter than me…

Duh… did ‘ja know that it’s right smart to shut your car door and not try to help push because your tires are spinning and throwing mud… all over my car door, my leg, my little trailer and the stuff on it.

The back end of  my pick-up and stuff that was in it.

The stuff on the trailer…

Another photo of the stuff.   Jonathan was the one that may have saved my life… If I’d had to do all this by myself I probably would have stroked out.

On top of working like a dog helping Walter and me with loading all the stuff, he was tending to his little sister, Haley.  He was very patient with her, letting her hand him little stuff that she could and when she would get in a place where she might get hurt or be in the way he would sit her on the back of the big truck to one side or the other or sit her on the tailgate of my pick up. 

And that boy can back up a trailer ‘way better than me.  Notice how nonchalant baby sister is… when I’d drive around she would sit inside the truck until I shut the engine off.

When I got home after the last trip to storage I asked Carol to take a picture for you all… actually two.

I took off my boots in the garage to try to minimize what I might bring into the house…

And this was just to show you that I walked in under my own power, on my own two sock feet and as soon as she took these pictures I went back out to the garage and stripped down and went straight to bed.

I didn’t even care about taking a bath first because I was so tired I’d have probably gone to sleep and drowned.  And my furbabies didn’t care if I might have been a little stinky,  they were just glad mom was home and all was right in their world.

If you want a bit more of a laugh, put your cursor on the picture of me in the truck with mud on me and the door…

I leave this nasty tale now.  I’ve got a lot of laundry to do…

I Don’t Recognize My Toes…

A week ago my niece treated me to my first ever pedicure… It was wonderful.  As I’m sure most of you know… but I didn’t… they put your feet in a warm whirlpool type of tub.  Nancy Lu told them to give us both the “deluxe” treatment.  They scrubbed and they massaged and the girl nipped with the nippers and worked on the calluses on my big toes and around my heels but she didn’t have a whole lot to do past the rough spots.  I’m a toe-picker like PW, even though we aren’t related.  I keep cuticle nippers by my love seat and I keep my feet as well as my fingers cleaned up because I hate hangnails… and are they called hangnails when they are on your toes?

Anyway, what is really interesting to me is when I glance down at my feet, even after a week, it’s like whose toes are those? Who stole my toes and stuck these on my feet?

I think they call these French Nails, even though the young woman who did them for me would not be guessed as a French girl…   There are little flowers, little pink flowers, painted on my big toes and in the center of each little flower is a rhinestone! for pete’s sake… Who would have thunk it! 

Got No Stuff To Strut...

Maxine tells it like it is... and how I feel today. I have been trying to get inspired all day. I worked hard yesterday out in the yard and am just whipped out.

I did get off my butt and planted some cabbage, cauliflower, the rest of the onions and some garlic.

I also planted 3 trees that I had managed, somehow, to keep alive from the sticks I got from Arbor Day Foundation in the fall of '07. They needed to be moved to a new home from my tree "nursery" where I had stuck them just to try to give 'em a chance at life.


And I don't even know what kind of trees they are... I had made a chart when I planted them, but I've slept since then and can't find the damn chart, so no telling until I get some leaves on them what the hell kind of trees they are.

I also fixed some tin that came loose on what I affectionately call the 'goat shed'. We've had high wind the last couple of weeks and the tin was slamming and banging day and night. We hadn't had any complaints, except from people living in this house, but I managed a temporary fix today.

So, I'm pooped, both physically and mentally. Any creativity I may have got blown away in the wind. I'm hoping I'll get my mind back after a good nights rest.

I try real hard to keep my blog interesting and fun, but bear with me... to paraphrase 'Ahnold'

'A'll be beck...'