Poor Mo...

Today was a sad day at our house. I woke up to hear one of my goats, Mary, crying pitifully.  I went outside to check on her and knew something was terribly wrong... My normally happy-go-lucky little squirt of a goat was curled up and could barely move...

One of the best parts about working at an animal health and feed store, is the fact that I have quick access to medicines. While a solid conclusion couldn't be reached as to what could possibly be wrong with her, I picked up a bottle of general all-around type meds while at work and took an early lunch break. When I got home, things looked worse than before. I talked to the hubs and my Dad - I knew what I was facing. I've seen it many times before, and I was pretty sure Mary wasn't going to make it... but I wanted to give her any chance I could.. so gave her some medicine anyways and held her for a while.

Before I headed back to work, I took a peek through the cracks between the wood flooring on my porch... (They decided a while back that under the porch was their favorite little hide out.) What I saw completely broke my heart. Mo, my boy goat, had snuggled up against Mary. A few hours after I left, Mary died. Ben said that when he got home from school, Mo was baa-ing at Mary and didn't seem to want to leave her side.

(Mary was still hanging in there and"talking" to me in this picture.)

 

 

 

Now, if only I had quick shot of medicine that could mend Mo's broken heart...

A weekend filled with joy and congratulations

Man! This past weekend was something else!

First up: A little retail therapy...

I promise, I needed both of these. (For real, no lie. Mah otha ones is UGLY and OLD.) Plus I got them at discount!

 

Next up: The question we've all been waiting wildly for:

 

Boy or Girl????

 



 

 

Yes sirree - I'm going to have a nephew! He's beautiful! You can already tell by the ultrasound pictures. I love little boys! They are so sweet and funny! They have the cutest little clothes... And they love to cuddle!

 

Plus, the smell SO GOOD.

Cannot wait for the baby smell.

Had a talk with the little man while I was hanging out with his Mom... I told him he really needed to hang in there until the whole 40 week mark - but he needed to pop out a day early and be born on my birthday.  I think he heard me.

I forgot to tell him to aim for 4:13 ... that way we can be exactly 25 years apart.

 

 

 

After all of that excitement, Ben's best friend got married.

My husband was the best man.

My husband balled his clothes up in a plastic bag.

Wanna see a nightmare?



 

Married men should never, ever, EVER look like a frumpy, wrinkly, rag-a-muffin' mess. Married men and little boys should ALWAYS look sharp. It's kind of how a woman marks her territory. It shows that she is a capable, loving wife and mother when the men in her life are dressed nicely. (Or at least that's what we all want the rest of the world to think. No one actually needs to know about all of the teeth gritting, hair-pulling, and arm-twisting that it took to get them there...)

Besides, nothing says "Help, marry me and save me from being a lost, lonely, confused, single man." like wrinkled clothing.

Something that I have no talent at: Ironing.

I certainly do not want any woman eyeing my man - thus, I attacked his clothes with the iron on Saturday morning. I ironed for 45 minutes. I even ironed his undershirt.

Yes.

I did that.

(Mother, I am so, so, so incredibly sorry that I never paid attention when you tried to teach me how to iron clothes. I regret that decision any time I pick up and iron. (Well, 98% of the time I am only touching my iron to move it out of my way... but that other 2%... I REALLY REGRET NOT PAYING ATTENTION.)

 

 

It all worked out okay though!

The wedding was beautiful!

I know because I wasn't obsessing over his wrinkly clothes.

Because he didn't have any.

Boo-yah.

(well, they look wrinkly-ish in this picture... but this was after it was all said and done. Who cares after it's all over, anyway?)

 

The only hot chocolate Cinderella will drink

Okay, so last night I posted a picture o my hot chocolate on Facebook. I couldn't help myself. I may not be able to cook much, but I can whip up a killer hot chocolate - AND it's pretty.

See?

Anyways... I figured I would share the recipe and maybe make someone's day.

... It's time to take the bland out of hot chocolate, friends...

What you need:
A coffee mug. (Duh) I suggest something pretty.
Milk. (I prefer whole. You can use what you like though.)
Swiss miss - dark chocolate sensation
Vanilla flavoring
Cinnamon
Whipped cream (the kind in the squirt cans make it pretty.)

Fill your mug with milk until its about and inch and a half from the rim. (Gotta leave some room for bubbling and for whipped cream!) stick that baby in he microwave for about 2 minutes. Then add a pack of your Swiss miss and a dash of cinnamon - give it a squirt of vanilla while you're at it. Hit it with a whopping glob of whipped cream and sprinkle a bit more cinnamon on top - VOILA! You have your super tasty and prettier-than-Starbucks hot chocolate.

Peace, love, and extra whipped cream.