Swimming in Raw Chicken

I have sad news.

Jason is taking his family and moving far, far away from me.

Remember Jason?

Jason and Amy are taking their precious children and leaving me.

Huge bummer.  We will all miss them.

We hosted a big family dinner last weekend.  Here is a picture of the whole Maliblahblah side of the family.

Let’s talk about hosing big dinners, shall we?

I am old now and a seasoned pro, so these sorts of things no longer phase me.  I had planned to make chicken stir fry, a Maliblahblah family favorite.  David was to grill the chicken.  When prepping the chicken, I panicked and decided I needed more chicken.  So I marinated LOTS and LOTS of chicken.

That will be important later.

When there were like 20 people over, it was time to cook the meal.  As people do when they are hosting dinner.

David regrettably informs me that he cannot grill the chicken, as we are out of propane.

He had one job, people.  ONE JOB.  But I digress.

We decide to shift gears and cook the chicken in the house.  David starts cutting it up and I start cooking it.  People are everywhere, talking and chatting, and have no idea the stress that has befallen me.

I ran out of room.  There was TOO MUCH CHICKEN.  I was swimming in raw chicken.  Chicken was everywhere.  I cannot emphasize this enough to you.  It was a lot of chicken.

We cooked it.  It tasted fine.  People ate it.  No problem.

Another thing one must do when inviting many peoples over is ensure they have enough plates.  This I did not do.  David was pulling out pie pans and such.  It was awesome.  I am sure the people were impressed.  Normally, we would just pull paper plates from our trailer and extra propane from the trailer.  But this is the first year we have our new river property and our trailer is located there.  Live and learn.

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Calf Update.

No calves have died!  This is good for us this year.  Keeping them alive has been a challenge.

Here is Elusive with a Tag and her cute bull calf.

Here is Elusive withOUT a tag, and her cute reddish brown heifer calf.

Yesterday I was checking on them and Elusive with a Tag totally charged me.  I had to run for my life on my not-so-great knee.  It was no good.  Why does she hate me so?  I mean her no ill-will.

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You might recall that the puppy ate HD’s glasses for a second time.  And you might recall that I had to call Bob, my glasses BFF, and order new frames.

Bob:  Ok, do you need new lenses.

Me:  No, the puppy did not chew on the lenses.

Bob:  Ok, we will get some new frames ordered soon.

David was able to tape the chewed up glasses together so HD could get by until the new frames came in.  The new frames seem to be taking awhile.  I heard they come from Canada, so that’s fancy.

I am going to have to teach HD about the meaning of the word “insanity.”  Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.

Yesterday morning:

HD:  Well, Mom.  That stupid dog ate my glasses again.

Those would be the taped up frames.  And now, no tape can fix them.

Me:  WHY DO YOU LEAVE THEM ON THE FLOOR WHEN YOU GO TO SLEEP?

HD:  It’s Hadley’s fault.   She should train her puppy better.

Me:  YOU KNOW THE PUPPY WILL CHEW ON THEM.  STOP LEAVING THEM OUT.

I didn’t have the nerve to call Bob.  I am too ashamed.  I cannot tell him the puppy has eaten the glasses for a third time.  What kind of a mother will he think I am?  But now there is no hiding the chew marks on the lenses.  Well, I don’t care.  HD is going to the doctor in August and will probably get a new prescription.  He can have chewed lenses until August.  I wash my hands of it.

HD really likes his glasses.  He has terrible eyesight without it.  I am sure he gets headaches and his mood greatly tanks whenever he is without them.

HD:  Well.  Guess I can’t help Jason and Amy load the moving truck today.

Me:  Yes, you still are.

HD:  Fine.  But I will probably load their boxes into the wrong moving truck BECAUSE I CANNOT SEE.

Me:  Well.  Let us hope that the neighbors aren’t also loading a moving truck today.

Later that night, he was trying to watch TV and was holding the chewed lenses in front of his eyes like a little magnifying glass.  He begged David for help.

David grabbed some copper wire from his handy electrical supplies area and made these make-shift spectacles for him.

Impressive, no?

I am really looking forward to explaining this to Bob.

Later, Dudes.