Confessions of an Internet Junkie

Oh, it was one of those nights, you know? UP and down and up and down and up and down. For a few rollicking minutes this morning Dar was trying to determine whether or not my appendix was going south, but I kept saying no, it wasn't that - and it wasn't. Win! But it all got better as the day progressed anyway.

You know I keep lists, right? And databases? I should so really create a database of all my whinging complaints about my health. I also want a personna named The Mistress of Whinge. Maybe I'll join that anachronist society - what the hell are they called? Enemies of the renfaire types? Pennsic Wars? Ringing any bells? Anyway, you have to pick a name, so I shall be Bellicose, the Mistress of Whinge. Now I need a gown. And a weapon. Besides my acid wit, that is.

Gertie is still pregnant. We tried to give her a drug to move her labor along, but we couldn't catch her. At all. That hulking pregnant middle-aged alpaca outran and outmaneuvered us around that freaking paddock for easily fifteen minutes. We decided that we were probably doing more harm than good, so we called it a loss. We'll try it again tomorrow. We need at least one of the following: a catch pen and/or more willing people to help us herd them. We were trying to get her into the barn where we could confine her in one of the smaller pens and give her the injection. Instead, we got a multi-species remake of the Keystone Kops. We are pathetic.

On the other hand, I did manage to get a halter and lead on Adama all by myself. He was not a happy little boy, but there you have it. We really, really, really have to get those crias halter trained by Monday in time for shearing.

I spent several hours (3, I think) bouncing around on the back of the old lawn tractor. It's the time of year when the grass - and the dandelions - grow like, well weeds. You have to mow every couple of days. I tried to get the push mower started (lots of smaller areas can't be done by tje tractor), but it just wasn't happening. Something bad went down with it over the winter, I'm thinking. Waaah.

Must go bed now. Busy, busy, busy day tomorrow. Yeah, like what else is new, right. Heh. heheheheheheh.