One little change

OOPPS I put the wrong B&B. That one was full.

Here is the one we will stay at.


http://www.greengablesinn.com/aboutus.html

Booking an adventure

Trying to be romantic is not my strongest attribute. I am very non-romantic. i am not one of those women who swoon at gooey words and idiotic sentiments. So when I decide to plan a romantic getaway for my adorable spouse it is a big deal.

I sent my husband some sites of B&B's down in Oregon. He e-mailed me back that he would rather explore something in Washington. Fair enough. He has grown up in Oregon & knows the area quite well. He wanted to go to the Puget Sound area. Cool. Great place. Beautiful scenery, overall an excellent choice. I locate a great B&B. I send him the itinerary. He looks at the distance and decides it is too far.

Well, of course it is far. It is the frigging PUGET SOUND!!

I breathe deeply; I want to give this man a romantic weekend. Damn it!! And I will if it kills him.

But I do not want him dead. I want him alive so he can relax and enjoy being together.

I re-begin my search. This time I have just decided I will find the B&B, make the reservations and let him know all about it after I have taken care of it.

I believe I have found the perfect place. It is in Wall Walla in the heart of Washington Wine country. It is only about 2 1/2 hours away, thus not taxing us on the drive.

It is official. Romantic weekend is set.

Here is the B&B where we will be "relaxing". It is just beautiful.

http://www.innatblackberrycreek.com/welcome.htm

My husband

My husband is my best friend. No this is NOT sad. I like Kurt. I enjoy spending time with him, talking with him, well... Just being with him. He is very weird. But is a good way. For example, his blog today: weird. Just Weird.

Anyway, I want to do something really nice for this very strange man. I want to take him away for a weekend just he & I. Somewhere not too far but far enough. I want to spend the weekend just taking walks and re-exploring our love and friendship. No Dad, no dogs, no cats no chickens, no housework. Just Kurt & me.

So now I must plan and scheme to make this happen.

American Idol

As I sit in my little office, sun streaming through my window, birds mocking me for having to be in a damn building today, my thoughts wander to last nights American Idol. I am a fan, a HUGE fan (mind you I am NOT talking about my size) of Bo Bice and Anwar. These two have IT. Anwar has the better voice but Bo... Oh Bo!!!

bo just amazes me. He sends chills up my spine when he sings. And Anwars rendition of It's a Wonderful World. DAMN!! just perfection.

One more comment... Constantine MUST GO!!! He is such a hack. I have NO idea how he got this far. He is hideous. He can't sing. He can't even carry a melody. Why is he still on the show???

Ok.. last comment I swear. Does anyone even care about the women???? I mean there really is not even one who stands out. They are all good but just kinda there.

Now I am done.

Today

... is B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L outside.

Which means NO ONE will be calling begging to enroll in school.

Which means I will be shopping on the internet, playing video poker, checking Padres stats and basically I will be wasting time.

I don't really mind, I just would rather be enjoying the gorgeous day and not sitting in an office.

I would rather be playing with my dogs, watching the fuzzy little chicks, weeding & feeding my roses, and just about anything else other than what I am doing.

Beautiful days suck when I have to work.

Trauma & Tragedy

Saturday was a day fraught with anxiety, trauma, and death.

We have three roosters, we decide two had two go. We made arrangements with our friend Donna. She lives on the farm and graciously agreed to take the obnoxious birds. Thus, my husband & Eleanor packed the birds up and began the trek to Amboy, Washington. You may have noticed I was not included in this adventure. This is because I made my way to Woodland to get my hair cut & colored. No I am NOT quite this blond.

So, I return home after my personal pampering. Usually, when I return home, be it five minutes or five days, the boys greet me with tails a wagging, tongues a licking and just sheer joy in my return. Saturday, upon returning, there was no immediate greeting, no "hi, we are so glad your home," tail wagging, as a matter of fact they were no where in sight.

I walked to the back yard. There was Rudy laying in the sun. He pulled himself up and staggered over to see me. But where was Riley & Sam?

As Rudy lumbered towards me, I noticed the garage doors ajar. Riley comes lurking out followed sheepishly by Sam. My heart jumps to my throat. I begin to fear something is terribly wrong. I walk quickly to the chicken coop. The door is open.

Feathers are EVERYWHERE!!

Chickens are no where.

Except one.

She lay completely still. Her little body broken. It must have been awful for her. Sam & Riley had killed a chicken.

I got a plastic bag scooped the dead chicken up and gave it a burial in the garbage can.

I then proceeded to be highly pissed off at my husband fo not closing the door to the chicken coop. Then, I became rational. Mistakes happen. Riley & Sam are dogs. Chicken killing dogs; none the less, just opportunistic dogs who wanted some chicken.

Feeling completely bad, I decided we needed to replace the dead chicken. When Kurt & Eleanor returned we drove over to Orchards Feed & Grain and picked out seven baby chicks.

Damn they're cute.

Now, we have seven baby chicks, three full grown chickens & one rooster. (Yes, three chickens survived as well as the rooster) The dogs were reprimanded and Kurt was lectured.)

My father will have new chickens upon his return from palm Springs I will have more eggs come August and Kurt will never leave the door ajar again.

And they lived happily ever after...