Today was good day.  Hubby helps out a friend of ours by taking her son to school.  Today and tomorrow are the last days of the school year so he went off early this morning to take care of that.  While he was away I went outside to finish up his chores really fast so maybe we could go to a movie or do something fun that he might like.

Part of my chores in the morning is feeding the feral colony outside and getting the eggs.  Hubby waters the garden.

A little blurry but here is White Tip in front, Ragged Tooth behind her and back on the back fence you can see Lou sitting waiting for his turn.

Photo Credit - Renee Sosanna Olson

 This is Brown Kitty (yes, I'm running out of names).

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 This handsome boy is Phantom.

Photo Credit - Renee Sosanna Olson

Smudge didn't show to the bowls until late, I'll get a pic of him next time.

The hens have decided that all the eggs must be placed in the same nest.  Even if one hen is already in the nest.  We have six nests for 7 chickens. They all lay in the same nest.  Sometimes a different nest, but all in the same nest each day.

Photo Credit - Renee Sosanna Olson

This morning Hubby needed to hoe the garden and cut the grass along the edge.  So I did all the chores really fast.  The cucumbers are doing really well, tomatoes.. eh..  Melons... pretty good.   I only photographed the Melons and the Cucumbers, I'm trying to shame the tomatoes into growing better.

Photo Credit - Renee Sosanna Olson

Photo Credit - Renee Sosanna Olson

When hubby came back I was sure he would take me to see X-Men or something, I surprised him with his completed chores and asked him what he wanted to do.  He said.... (wait for it)  Buy a door.

Yeah, that's right, he wanted to go buy a door.  So we piled in the truck and went to buy a door.  We found a door at Habitat for Humanity yesterday, so we decided to go see if it was still there.

We scored our door and then took a drive.  We like to ride together.  We used to be stuck on the 5 coming from Oceanside to San Diego every day driving from work to home when we lived on the West Coast.  We loved just sitting and talking in the car.  We found locations for 3 new Flea Markets we plan to check out over the weekend.  We grabbed some lunch and then headed home.

Hubby began the door work.  He took off the old door, did some stuff with the chisel and then asked me to hold the door.  He then had to leave to go pick up the kid from school.  He came back and finished it.  Now I have an awesome new door in the studio!

Photo Credit - Renee Sosanna Olson

I really love the door handle.  It looks almost like the pages of a book on the top.  Lots of character.

Photo Credit - Renee Sosanna Olson

 After dinner we had to go release the kitties we got spayed yesterday.  Here are the two we released.



We then went for ice cream and came home.  I have the best life in the world.  And the best husband.

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Now time for some TV and off to bed.

So just a few nights ago hubby found out his step-mother was in a hospice situation.  They've not had much contact since his father passed away.  Just a week from now is Thanksgiving.  We're not much into holidays because ours weren't that great as kids.

As you all know my relationship with my mother and sisters has been extremely strained to put it mildly and I wasn't looking forward to going over there to see them.  I wondered if maybe I was allowing them to rule me.  By them dictating when I was going to see my grandmother.  She's old.  She won't be here much longer.  Should I really allow them to make it so that I cannot go on Thanksgiving.  I'm at a point where I don't really want to leave the house any more.  When I do leave, hubby drives.  I feel the cars getting closer and closer when we drive.  It's almost like I can't breath.

Yesterday I destroyed a pot of chili on the stove and hubby took me to dinner.  We were on the way home when I realized I was being insane at dinner.  I was reviewing over and over (OUT LOUD) how to find out if my sister was going to be there and what time that would be so that I could go over there and avoid seeing her.  Hubby sat and nodded across the table.  I noticed him stop at one point and say.  Look.  I don't think we should go at all.  We can go on Tuesday, or Wednesday or hell NOW.  But I really think we should avoid going there on Thursday.

We were supposed to go to a friends house for the holidays but we've had a litter of puppies dropped to us and the rescuer hasn't confirmed that they will be picked up before then.  I think we may end up being here.  PLUS, if his mother passes, he'll need to go to California.

I realized this last night in the car and a wave of panic rolled over me.  My brain started playing out ever possible outcome.  What if he's gone, should I go over to grandma's?  What if something happens? What should I do?  How do I drive back from Raleigh?  What am I going to do?

The stories go on and on and on.   My brain goes faster and faster.  It's like being in the tunnel in Willy Wonka's Candy Factory.  You can't stop it. It seems like it will never end.




Then he picks up my hand and says, Don't Worry.  It will be OK.

And it is.

Sometimes we have trouble with holidays.  Sometimes the world seems as though it's spinning out of control.  Hang on tight and embrace the sparkle.

Namaste and Blessed Be
Sosanna
)O(

Today hubby and I started back at the gym.  Back in October I canceled my membership and started working out at home.  Needless to say that did not work out well.

I've been noticing over the last few weeks my pants were getting a little snug and I was getting concerned.  With my mother moving in and all the stress I figured I'd put on a few pounds.

I weighed today and I've put on more than a few pounds.  My weight today was 181.2  I've gained 20lbs over the last 3 months.  No wonder I feel like crap and my clothes are getting snug.

Today felt great, we did a circuit that hubby found by Bob Harper from The Biggest Loser.  I can't believe how quickly I've fallen out of shape.  I used to be able to go 45 minutes on the eliptical machine.  Three minutes was kicking my tush today.

I've decided that my goal is to get back to below 160, maybe smaller we'll see... and start to feel better.  I need to be ok with this situation.  With my mother living here.  With life in general.  I've got to start being able to be comfy in my own skin. This is going to be my first day on this journey.

Namaste & Blessed Be
Sosanna
)O(

So I took PTO on Friday to spend some extra time with hubby. Hubby has been adding a bit of red peppers to his diet lately and had a nasty ulcer flare up. He was bed sick on Wednesday more sick and nearly bed ridden on Thursday and then Friday came. I hate the feeling when he's sick. It makes me feel so helpless. I try to get up and take care of things. I try to do the dishes, do the laundry, feed the dogs, feed the cats, feed the birds, get the eggs, run to the store and do all the things he usually does every single day.

And I fail Miserably!

At a point, I found myself sitting across the room from him as he sat in pain, stomping my foot and saying but I don't want to do it!

What? I don't want to do it? Holy crap how much of a brat am I, really?

Yeah that's what I was thinking too... Someone needs a spanking!

After a chat and a chill I got myself together and we managed to have a good weekend anyway. We didn't have the BBQ or go drink lots at a friends house. We were able to get two animals into good homes. Road the motorcycle and got a bit of a sunburn on my arms. (Very light though)

We found another horrible place to eat in Wilson, for the record, we won't eat in Wilson again. And we managed to find some lovely tattoos on the internet.



I was also greeted this morning with wonderful stories of how Westboro Baptist Church's attempts to dishonor Memorial Day were thwarted by bikers. (Link) (Link)and (Link)




And officially, in front of all my blogger friends, I want to say to my dearest hubby... I'm so very sorry for being such a spoiled brat that you can't even be sick. I promise I'll try harder next time.




And in closing, I'd like to remind all my fellow bloggers out there, please be careful when searching for "spanking" on Google. Some of the images are a bit racy.


Namaste & Blessed Be
Sosanna
)O(