I envy my DD sisters a bit. Their punishments happen quite quickly. Me? I have weeks to wait if I get in trouble. Which happens fairly regularly, so by the time I get to see him I will have days of things accumulated. At least he goes easy on me. Typically he'll do one lump punishment, as opposed to each individual one.
The next time I get to see him will (hopefully ish) be December 2nd. I have a punishment waiting on me. 5 hard swats. I stormed out, not on him. Apparently it's disrespectful to him if I get in a disagreement with my family and storm out. Who knew? Certainly not me! Anyway, I stormed out and was gone for about two hours.
I know it's a tad immature to storm out and leave for two hours after getting in a fight with my mother, but there's no privacy here. There are anywhere from six to ten people living here at one time. Yeah... No privacy at all. So, fuming, I left, took a car and drove around for two hours. But never told the Boss Man I was leaving, and I didn't have a phone with me.
I've been trying to come up with a valid reason for cancelling our evening together. Somehow, I don't think me telling him it's because I don't want to be spanked is valid in his eyes, and will probably get me in trouble. I doubt me trying to avoid the heart to heart he's been wanting to have is a valid reason either. The heart to heart? I alluded to something in this post, but never came out and said it. I probably won't. Ever. I will say it was a life altering experience and leave it at that. The Boss Man wants to talk to me, in detail, about everything.
I don't know if I'm ready to talk about it. He insist that talking will help. I just don't know if I'm capable of talking about it. I've put it off, danced around the issue, and he's let me. I don't know how much longer he'll let me though. Logically, I know talking about it will help, but I'm not very logical.
We've talked about everything, to an extent. Boss Man dealt with his end of everything, but mine is much more emotional, and I push it down and away so I don't have to deal with it. I'm going to have to soon though; it's starting to effect everyday life.
So? No good reason to postpone my evening with the Boss Man? Huh? Anyone? Darn, I didn't think so!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
On Farm Life
I've mentioned several times how I'm planning on getting a goat. What I haven't mentioned is I have chickens. Only a small flock, about 15 hens. I'm going to be getting about 50 more in the spring. In all our chicken farming we've never had less than 30 hens laying at one time. It's been a rough couple of years.
My chickens live in a chicken tractor. No it's not an actual tractor, it's a movable building that allows me to free range the birds, while giving them protection, and containing the birds. Several times I've tried putting them in a stationary coop with access to air, fresh grass, and the outside. Every time, my birds were decimated!
My old chicken coop is just an old shed on the farm. It would be a perfect converted barn for the goat at night. Enlisting the help of my Daddy, we started converting the chicken building into a goat barn. In true klutzy form, last night, while cooking, I hurt my hand. I can't hold anything. I can barely move my fingers. It's visibly swollen, and it feels funny. Typing one handed is getting surprisingly easy.
Today, I was going to shovel all the old bedding, and crap, out of the barn, only to find out I can't hold the shovel. So, building is delayed, NaNo is lagging behind, and I'm stuck with icing my hand and laying around the house.
I like lazy days, but when I choose them, not because I can't do anything. I should be use to injury. I handle pain well, when it's in the appropriate area of my ankle. I can't handle pain anywhere else. In fact I'm a downright baby when it comes to pain.
I'm sure my Boss Man will want me to go to the doctor, but I probably won't go. I'll suck it up tomorrow, or Thursday, and start cleaning out the barn.
That's a little bit on my farm life. Now the chickens are cackling. It's time to collect more eggs.
My chickens live in a chicken tractor. No it's not an actual tractor, it's a movable building that allows me to free range the birds, while giving them protection, and containing the birds. Several times I've tried putting them in a stationary coop with access to air, fresh grass, and the outside. Every time, my birds were decimated!
My old chicken coop is just an old shed on the farm. It would be a perfect converted barn for the goat at night. Enlisting the help of my Daddy, we started converting the chicken building into a goat barn. In true klutzy form, last night, while cooking, I hurt my hand. I can't hold anything. I can barely move my fingers. It's visibly swollen, and it feels funny. Typing one handed is getting surprisingly easy.
Today, I was going to shovel all the old bedding, and crap, out of the barn, only to find out I can't hold the shovel. So, building is delayed, NaNo is lagging behind, and I'm stuck with icing my hand and laying around the house.
I like lazy days, but when I choose them, not because I can't do anything. I should be use to injury. I handle pain well, when it's in the appropriate area of my ankle. I can't handle pain anywhere else. In fact I'm a downright baby when it comes to pain.
I'm sure my Boss Man will want me to go to the doctor, but I probably won't go. I'll suck it up tomorrow, or Thursday, and start cleaning out the barn.
That's a little bit on my farm life. Now the chickens are cackling. It's time to collect more eggs.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Blocked
Some of you may know that November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo or NaNo). Basically, you have 30 days to write 50,000 words. That's 1667 words a day. Easy peasy, especially for me.
I love to write. I love how freeing it is. I love how I can just escape into whatever world I create. I love frantically trying to make my word goal every night. I love trying to schedule my life around my story.
This year, I have an amazing idea, characters that are lovable and hateable, and a setting so complete I have maps. I know that sounds conceited, but the story is awesome, and I've been planning and refining it since September. Now, I'm five days into NaNo, and I've only got 4700ish words, which is a lot, but not where I need to be. I should be at 8335 words. My hang up? I lost my inspiration. It's frustrating.
I asked my Boss Man for help. He said he'd try, and ask what I needed help with. I told him motivation. Y'all are smart readers, I bet you know where this is headed.
Baby Girl says:
I have 4759 words. What's my deadline?
Boss Man says:
I want 5200 by the time you go to sleep.
Baby Girl says:
That's crazy baby!
Boss Man says:
Alright, I said 300 so 5059.
Baby Girl says:
Kay. If I don't make it?
Boss Man says:
10 hard swats.
At this point I'm starting to get a tad bit nervous. So let's continue.
Baby Girl says:
When?
Boss Man says:
Tuesday.
Baby Girl says:
Kay. Before I go to sleep?
Boss Man says (8:16 PM):
Yup.
Baby Girl says:
Okies. Just to be clear. There is no time limit?
I'm starting to think I see away around this. I'm a night owl. I just won't go to bed. I'm blocked anyway, so it won't really matter. If it takes all night to write 300 words.
Boss Man says:
No, but I want you to get some sleep.
Baby Girl says:
Do I have to go to sleep?
And now I'm thinking, "Me and my big mouth. If I just let it go, everything will be good."
Boss Man says:
Yes.
Baby Girl says:
So I have a time limit. Care to tell me when that is?
Boss Man says:
3. Watch your tone.
Now I'm extremely nervous.
Baby Girl says:
I'm sorry.
Boss Man says:
I love you.
Baby Girl says:
I love you too.
So, instead of writing like I should be, I'm making a post. I'm a Grade A procrastinator, with no muse, and writer's blocked like never before. I have no idea why I didn't just keep my mouth shut, but I didn't. Here goes me trying to write 300 lousy words. I can do this. I do this in my sleep.
I love to write. I love how freeing it is. I love how I can just escape into whatever world I create. I love frantically trying to make my word goal every night. I love trying to schedule my life around my story.
This year, I have an amazing idea, characters that are lovable and hateable, and a setting so complete I have maps. I know that sounds conceited, but the story is awesome, and I've been planning and refining it since September. Now, I'm five days into NaNo, and I've only got 4700ish words, which is a lot, but not where I need to be. I should be at 8335 words. My hang up? I lost my inspiration. It's frustrating.
I asked my Boss Man for help. He said he'd try, and ask what I needed help with. I told him motivation. Y'all are smart readers, I bet you know where this is headed.
Baby Girl says:
I have 4759 words. What's my deadline?
Boss Man says:
I want 5200 by the time you go to sleep.
Baby Girl says:
That's crazy baby!
Boss Man says:
Alright, I said 300 so 5059.
Baby Girl says:
Kay. If I don't make it?
Boss Man says:
10 hard swats.
At this point I'm starting to get a tad bit nervous. So let's continue.
Baby Girl says:
When?
Boss Man says:
Tuesday.
Baby Girl says:
Kay. Before I go to sleep?
Boss Man says (8:16 PM):
Yup.
Baby Girl says:
Okies. Just to be clear. There is no time limit?
I'm starting to think I see away around this. I'm a night owl. I just won't go to bed. I'm blocked anyway, so it won't really matter. If it takes all night to write 300 words.
Boss Man says:
No, but I want you to get some sleep.
Baby Girl says:
Do I have to go to sleep?
And now I'm thinking, "Me and my big mouth. If I just let it go, everything will be good."
Boss Man says:
Yes.
Baby Girl says:
So I have a time limit. Care to tell me when that is?
Boss Man says:
3. Watch your tone.
Now I'm extremely nervous.
Baby Girl says:
I'm sorry.
Boss Man says:
I love you.
Baby Girl says:
I love you too.
So, instead of writing like I should be, I'm making a post. I'm a Grade A procrastinator, with no muse, and writer's blocked like never before. I have no idea why I didn't just keep my mouth shut, but I didn't. Here goes me trying to write 300 lousy words. I can do this. I do this in my sleep.
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