It's all about procrastination

Yup, two posts in two days... I'm amazing.
Actually I'm trying to delay the process of checking the weasel traps. ewwww.

Have you been listening to any radio lately? Local or satellite?? I'm shocked and a little bit disturbed. Everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY is doing an 80's re-make. When the 80's re-makes started making an appearance it was kind of fun, but now it seems like ANY song goes. Even the songs that were crap the first time around...
I understand why people are jumping on the 80's bandwagon. It proved successful for a few bands, but now its getting sad.
I remember a few years ago Tori Amos did an album that was mostly if not completely re-made songs. I remember thinking how lame that was, even for Tori. It takes the bare minimum of effort. Boooo I say!
Although, in all fairness, for some of these bands it could be an improvement. I absolutely cannot stand songs with lyrics that sound like one of your buddy's sad ass poetry. (PS: please don't ask me to read your sad ass poetry... please...) (By the way, Ruth, your poetry isn't sad ass).

Now, moving on to some music I'm enjoying very much. Maybe I should be embarrassed to admit that I like Lady GaGa so much... not to the point of 'girl crush'... but well, ok, total girl crush.
I'm wondering if anyone is immune to her music. Do you break out into dance when you hear one of her songs??? How can you not?
Next time I clean the chicken coop I'm sooooo bringing my ipod with me.

Speaking of cleaning the chicken coop... I had one of the most disturbing experiences of my life yesterday. I was cleaning up around the coop. We've only been here for a year and there is SOOOO much work to be done that we didn't even get anywhere near the chicken coop last year. Anyway, I found 2 buckets that were full of watery stuff so I dumped them before throwing the buckets in the 'haul to the dump' pile. To my complete disbelief and horror, the buckets were filled with HUMAN CRAP! So I was dry heaving and trying to keep Nyla away from the nasty crap, and realizing simultaneously that it was all over my gloves.
If I didn't have kids around me at the time you can not believe the things that would have come out of my mouth. I was thinking them very loudly... I would have made you blush.
Ugh... it still makes me shudder and feel creepy crawly. ewwwww. People are freaks.
Please, don't ever crap in a bucket and leave it for an unsuspecting soul to find...

Ok, no more procrastination. I'm off to catch a weasel.

Ah, farm life

There are 25 chicks coming to live on the farm in about 2 weeks(the chicken variety, not the human variety). I was excited about it until I started cleaning out the chicken coop and realized that it is inhabited by about a billion crazy weasels.
In case you don't know, weasels are the mob family of the rodent world and are really just happy to murderize unsuspecting creatures.
The dude at the local feed store said "oh yeah, those crazy little bastards will kill every chicken in a hen house just for fun". GOOD LORD! Apparently they aren't very easy to catch either. According to the same dude, not only are they "crazy little bastards", but they're "tricky little fu*kers" too.
I don't know about you, but I'm not into being outsmarted by a rodent. I've heard from various sources that the best way to get rid of them is to trap them in a live trap and then shoot them while they're still in the trap... right... it'll be like a redneck party.
Then, I was wondering what to do with them after the fact. I had a flashback to childhood... we had a really close family friend who happened to be about 8 zillion years old and a bit 'kooky'. She was an awesome old lady, but she'd send us little packages in the mail. These packages were nightmare material. She'd find dead birds and rip off the wings to send, she even skinned a squirrel and sent the skin for my little bro. She'd cut up her old bras and even include miles of IV tubing if she had been in the hospital. SERIOUSLY DISTURBING. So, given that I have a very 'special' sense of humor I was thinking about who might appreciate my own version of one of these packages. MWAH HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAA! I've seriously been laughing about it for 2 days :)

Other then that, things are progressing as they should. Spring might finally be here after the 2 day blizzard we just experienced.
The size of the garden is doubling this year. A test garden I guess you could say, in order to get ready for the big move, and new business. Speaking of the new business...I was talking to a family member the other day about the organic farm. He said 'It's just so weird, I can't picture you doing that'. Isn't it funny that people who are supposed to be closest to us sometimes know the least about us? Bizarre.

The kids are great. Nyla has been potty trained for a little while now. I know its just potty training, but I have to say that it brings an immense amount of pride. Successful potty training takes a lot of patience, consistency and an invested interest in your child. It feels like a huge accomplishment once its all done. All that time and care was worth it (obviously) :)
Maren is getting HUGE! Nyla was always a cute long, lean baby, but Maren is a cute little chubbo. She's healthy and happy and seriously has the most laid back personality.

One thing I find so amazing about being a mom, is that when something goes wrong in my kid's lives, it usually only takes a cuddle from mommy to make it better. I know it won't be like that forever, but for now, its just a wonderful thing that I enjoy very much and am a little bit humbled by.

Now, I'm off to continue the job of cleaning up the dog crap factory that we call our yard, and picking rocks out of the extended garden space. I live a glamorous life folks!

ahhhhh, spring...

Beautiful girls.

This spring has been so strange. Strange things happening, strange strangeness, just strange. I'm coming out of it all feeling incredibly calm... and pretty much like a superhero.
I should just get used to a life of strangeness. Yes, I'm the queen of vague :)

This isn't much of an update. Just wanted to share that I'm still kickin. I'm dancing through life to Lady GaGa at the moment.

I've developed an allergy to various alcoholic beverages. I happen to think this is retarded... before I was prego I could enjoy a glass of wine and not have my head explode like a puffy weird face. Its not like I need to drink to get through the day... most of the time ;) (don't worry, I don't drink to get through the day, I am JOKING) but I do miss being able to have a glass of wine, or whatever. Has this happened to anyone else??? Does it go away???

I have to get the nuts chopped off of our little boy llama. He's getting frisky... I don't want to be dealing with 8 zillion llamas... good lord...
I feel sort of bad about the whole nut chopping business, but I'm sure he'll understand when he's older :) Sometimes being a farmer is just bizarre.
I had to untangle a llama from a barbwire fence. I was obviously trying to help her, but all the other llamas went nuts and covered me in spit. I had a hulk moment and saved the day, but those little spitting bastards seriously pissed me off. No treats for you jackasses!

Wow, that's all I've got! I'll keep you posted on my riveting life!

OMMMMMMMMMM

I love yoga.
I love that no matter how good you get, you can always get better.
Its bizarre how it can be incredibly challenging, but calming at the same time. You should try it.
Do it, you know you want to :)

My life is like a bad sitcom...

Do you ever have those days when you wonder if you've somehow stumbled into an alternate universe??? You realize that you must have somehow fallen into crazy land, or got sucked into a wormhole shortly after waking up...
Yesterday I was in the Twilight Zone...

I decided to take Nyla to town for some 'mommy time'. Our plan was to get all decked out for Easter, so we headed to Walmart, completely unsuspecting the horror that we were about to experience.
As soon as I stepped through the door I knew that something was NOT right. Everything was loud, screechy and COUNTRY. We stood frozen by the entrance until the greeter (with a painful look on her face) pushed a cart into us. We took a few more steps and there, by the Easter display was the source of the pain and horror.... karaoke!! WHAT THE HELL!?
It was strange and confusing. I still don't know why they were doing karaoke at Walmart... all I know is that it was painfully bad. People were walking through the isles like zombies while crazy people belted out either country or gansta rap. At one point Nyla looked up at me with her beautiful eyes wide and said, "Mommy, can you please ask them to stop doing that???" If only...
We ended our Walmart shop early and pretty much had to punch out unsuspecting strangers in a race to the checkout. Finally, we were free.

but it didn't end there...

My dad is a member of a sportsman club here. Every year they have this big gun show at the arena... haha, big guns... :) My dad is quite elderly, and is not well, but every year he volunteers to do security. He stays the whole weekend, even sleeps there. So we usually go check how things are going.
At Walmart I got Nyla some big balloons to play with because the gun show is hideously boring. (I'm sure you can imagine... table after table of guns. Just guns... and weirdos). She was running around throwing her balloon in the air when it snagged on something and BANG! It was so freaking loud and of course echoed throughout the whole arena. good lord... loud bangs and arenas filled with gun toting weirdos are not a good combination. There was complete silence, then it was like a freaky ant hill. People went completely nuts... they were scurrying around trying to figure out who or what was shot, until they noticed a tiny little girl crying and holding the remnants of her prized balloon.
I swear I thought they were going to start shooting blindly into the air like that crazy cartoon guy.
I scooped up Nyla and tried to make a hasty exit, but unfortunately my dad called over the conservation officer dudes so we could discuss the best way to deal with our stupid bear. Apparently we live very close to where Alberta releases all of their trapped bears. GREAT CALL ALBERTA! I told him that our plan was to shoot it. He decided it would be great 'FUN' and wants to be in on it. At least he didn't say anything about me climbing into a trap to pour bacon grease on a rotten meat bag like his buddy did last year.
I swear, if I wake up and find a bunch of creepy dudes dressed in camo gear with fake trees strapped to their heads in my front yard I'm going to lose it.
In my opinion, these are all signs. Time to get out of here. I can't wait to pack our shite and drive away. It gives me the heebie jeebies...