Quick List....

1) I slept today until almost three o'clock in the afternoon. I never, ever sleep that late in one sitting. Typically I wake up at six thirty or seven, check my email, and then take a morning nap.

Today I slept until afternoon nap time, which means that I got no naps.

2) I had to run errands today, a task I hate completing because it just takes up so much frickin' time.

3) While I was running errands, I put money in my bank account. Then I took some out to pay back some personal loans, put gas in my car, and buy some wicked-awesome ingredients for supper.

My bank account is now empty.

4) A coworker of mine got pulled over for speeding the other day. He explained to the officer that he was on his way home from a particularly stressful situation at work. The officer asked him what he did, and he explained that he worked in a group home for teen boys. The officer told him that he has SO MUCH respect for what people in our field do, and he let him away with a warning.

Does anyone else find it odd that THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE GUNS think that our job is stressful?

And how does YOUR garden grow?

I haven't put up much information about the garden lately. I'm sorry for the neglect of such an important topic, but I might have mentioned once or a million times that I GOT A HORSE THIS WEEKEND. 'Nuff said.

My bean weevil, or whatever it is, seems to have run its course. There are a few plants that are nothing but little stalks, mere shadows of what they once were, reminders of what they will never be. I have mourned them I have moved on. But I have not yet given up on them, and have not yet uprooted them. Some may say that I am living in the past. Some may say that I'm an optimist. I just call me too damn lazy to pull out something that doesn't need to be pulled out.

The corn is coming up nicely, the groundhog or wildcat or water buffalo that dug holes beside it has also decided to turn to greener pastures. I'm not sure if this means that the corn I grow is just that bad or if he's had his fill, but either way, there is a fair number of corn plants remaining.

This week I have a lot of jobs to attend to here on the Ranch. I need to finish up some things on the barn: Those major tasks that can't be started until the debris from the last four years is out of the way. I've got to put down some hay and straw for the horses to assuage the guilt in my heart over my father tending to my horse. I've got to mulch the garden in hopes of deterring the growth of weeds (Some people might even call this ORGANIC gardening and if anyone calls my garden ORGANIC I might just squeeze their neck until their eyes pop out. No lies. I am THAT strong).

The last thing to do?

I have to prepare for BERRY SEASON. SuperNan and I leave the Ranch on Sunday the seventeenth. That is in a VERY FEW DAYS.

So, we must stock up. We need sunscreen. Bugspray. Itch cream. Those little coils that kill mosquitoes mid-flight.

And lots and lots of tequila.

[Bean Weevils, Water Buffalo, Organic Vegetable Gardening, Strawberries, Pick Your Own Strawberries]

In which I DO NOT mention the fact that nothing new is up in my garden...

1) Radiation is going. We are driving in every day, consuming copious amounts of Tim Horton's beverages, and listening to an unGodly amount of country music.

2) Coperni-Kitty has now decided that she hates me once more. I haven't come into contact with her in about a week, unless you count the desperate attempts I make to get her to love me by seducing her with treats.

3) Remember how my leg went numb a while ago? It quit! And I was all like, Sweet! Let's cancel the appointment with the neurologist!

4) But then today, the whole thing went completely dead again. So I'm glad I didn't cancel the neurologist.

5) My legs are itchy, so I applied a fair amount of Gold Bond itch cream. Now I smell like a cross between a woman wearing men's deodorant, and somebody's grandma.

6) I've perused the property a lot lately, and it seems that there is an inordinate amount of wood laying around int he form of felled trees. Which can only mean one thing: FIRE PARTY.

7) I got to spend a whole day with my best friend this week, driving around and just chilling. She also bought me poutine for lunch, and nothing makes me love a person than thinly veiled attempts to make me fat and lardy.

8) SuperNan and I are out of ER on DVD to watch now.

9) I suggested that SuperDad learn how to dance so that he could entertain us in the evenings while there is nothing worthwhile on the television.

10) He didn't think so much of that idea. Sheesh.

[Radiation, Copernicus, Numb Leg, Neurology, Fattening Foods, ER]

Country living Rocks & why you should avoid urban living like the plague...

5) If you live in an urban center, you can't pee in your back yard.

4) If you live in the middle of a serene two hundred acres, you never have to hear the neighbor's children crying at two a.m.

3) I'll never again have to smell cooking bacon on a hangover morning unless I want to smell cooking bacon on a hangover morning.

2) I can sit on my front porch playing guitar naked with Mickey Mouse ears on my head and Ducky Boots on my feet and no one will ever know it but me.

And of course, the number on reason living in the country rocks my socks:

1) I won't get evicted for putting all my ex-boyfriend's belongings in a steel bin and burning them on the front lawn.
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Problogger is doing a group writing exercise this week, one that has to do with lists! And if there is anything an OCD girl likes in this world, it is lists. I've been perusing some of the other lists that are out there in this challenge, and I've found some incredibly fascinating lists.

I could really relate to the one on why some people's beer bellies will never be gone.

The one on what college grads should really know kind of gave me a little bit of anxiety, because it seems that, according to this list, I will never be all that a grad should be. Oddly, I'm ok with that.

Beating blogger's block is always something I should read up on, because, despite the way things may seem around here? I frequently am at a loss for words.

My ultimate favorite, I think, has to be the one on why people should avoid marriage. Because it's true! From what I've heard, when you get married you really do end up with someone who critiques your pasta-cooking techniqe rather than just shutting up and eating it. Amazing!