The January Post

Remember when I used to blog, like, every day?  Back in the days or yore?

I know.  It is ridiculous.  I could say I will  do better, but we all know that would be an outrageous lie.

Christmas.

Christmas was wonderful, and more specifically, Christmas BREAK was wonderful.  We really didn’t do a whole lot, which was brilliant on our part.  David had a few days off, too, because, and hold on to your pants, folks, HIS COMPANY NOW GIVES HIM PAID DAYS OFF.  Have you ever heard of a more ridiculous thing?  I ask you?

Such luxury.

Sweet Pea’s Birthday

Sweet Pea turned 12.  For her birthday, we went sledding down yonder country road. David, in the spirit of being David, insisted on bringing his horse sledding.

Don’t ask me why.  Just go with it.

Perhaps he felt that if people could  bring their dogs, he could bring his horse?

We may never know.  But the best part of the sledding event was when his horse decided she had had quite enough of David’s nonsense and just ran home.

Just . . . . left.

It was quite humorous watching her run up the road back to our house, dragging a sled behind her.

Sweet Pea’s birthday is on New Year’s Eve.  The kids are able to stay up for this, but, sadly, the adults are no longer able to do such things.

This is because:

A)  We are too old.

B)  We no longer care.

Handsome Dude took a picture of the other three and myself before Mommy had to go to bed:

Do not be fooled by the fancy exercise machine in the background.  It is merely for show.

Fun Fact:

My mom keeps buying the boys pajama pants.  This stresses them out because, alas, there is no matching shirt.

So they just go shirtless.

They simply cannot handle it.

Pigs

I am beginning to think that this “pig” thing David got into is not a phase.

Let’s look at the facts:

1)  Two years ago, he begged-nay, pleaded with me to let him get ONE PIG.

2)  He then talked me into two pigs.  Something about them not being lonely.  As if I am concerned about the social life of pigs.

3)  He brought home SEVEN.

4)  Since that fateful October day, I am not sure if I can recall a time when we haven’t been blessed with the company of our swine friends.

5)  I overheard David telling his dad that has has butchered EIGHTEEN pigs since March.

6)  David purchased 15 pigs last Saturday.

7)  He buys food by the ton.  Literally.  2,000 pounds at a time.  Sometimes 2-3 tons at a time.

8)  He wants to buy 5 more pigs.  In addition to the current 15.

What does this mean?  Am I doomed to spend my life forever entangled with swine?  Will he ever tire of these smelly creatures?

One can only hope.

They stink.

A couple of weeks ago, David was butchering a pig (because-Oh!-have you not heard?  That is kind of his life now) and he sliced his finger.  As he his wont to do.

Yet, it was not a good situation and we should have headed to the doctor post haste.  But David is against spending money on medical care, so he let it be.

And his finger now looks like this:

He cannot make it go straight.

Please be advised:  I am fully aware that he should have gone to the doctor.  I told him to go to the doctor.  He listened not.

Also:  he is now blood brothers with a pig.

That is all.