He Could Break a Stainless Steel Ball with a Glass Hammer*

Yesterday was not a good day in my husbands' world. As most of you know we farm. The weather has been very uncooperative this fall getting the harvest done and yesterday was one of the few nice days they've had to work on it. This week and for a couple more, my brother-in-law has taken vacation to come out and help.

He managed… how, we have yet to figure out… to drive off the edge of a drive-over auger with a fully loaded semi-truck and somehow he tore a drive-tire and ripped off part of a fender. The kicker? He's a professional semi-truck driver.

We're looking at $500 tires, who-knows-how-much for the fender repair, plus the time and labor put into the repairs. It took hours yesterday just to get the tire off and a temporary replacement put on – just to get the truck unloaded! Today it is raining, so they'll hopefully have time to get the tired replaced the right way, but the fender has been patched back together and it will probably be a much lengthier process to get it fixed when harvest is over.

Part of it is that my hubs is very particular about his vehicles. He is one of the rare farmers who wants his equipment clean and looking good and he takes a lot of pride in being noticed for having nice equipment when he pulls into the grain elevator. So this has him really bothered. Not just for the expense (which, BIL may find missing from his final paycheck) but the esthetics of it all. Plus, they really did not have the time to be messing with that yesterday when conditions were right for harvesting.

Oh, and then the last thing Hubs found out about last night? The combine has been running for two days without a fuel cap. Who was the last person to fuel it up? Guess.

*This is a line my father-in-law used to use when talking about his youngest boy, said brother-in-law.

If You’ve Seen My Mind… Send It Back

No, I'm not really losing my mind… not in the normal sense of the word. I am just having pangs of mortality. I'm not THAT old, but I find as time goes on I'm having more and more brain farts. You know, you have something on the tip of your tongue – or the edge of your brain, more likely – and it just won't come out.

I have always been fairly quick-witted and pride myself on the amount of won't-make-me-a-dime trivia I have always known. Life lint. The itsy bitsy little things that somehow get stuck in the crevices of my brain that I have always been able to pull out at a moments' notice. Now? Not-so-much. I have to stop and think about it… or start playing the 'relationship' game with my spouse or one of my kids. You know, "they were in that movie with what's his name "… and his name starts with a "D". Then they say something else that triggers the name to pop out of hiding.

Lately, I find myself depending more and more not on my own brain, but on the internet. It is so much easier to google the movie I thought they were in or the one I'm currently watching to remember what else they've been in or "where have I seen them"…

I have turned into a cheat.

Even with all that? I am losing it. The other night I was watching a show with my daughters and I was so sure that one of the characters had played a certain part in another show that I bet my daughter $20 on it. I looked it up.

I was wrong.

Do you know what that did to me? I mean, seriously. Me. I'm the one who knows these things. Now it isn't just about the speed of response, or the fact that I even am aware of the connections that are there to be made… now I am wrong even when I'm SURE I am right.

How depressing.

Cranky

So, I realize I'm rather cranky these days. This cold is getting the best of me. I get the tickly-scratchy coughing spells that end up with me gagging, eyes watering, nose running. Well, let's just say I never knew a head could hold so much snot. I mean, seriously. You blow and blow and blow… and there is still more? WTF?

This is the time of year I'm working a lot. I'm supposed to be at the top of my game. It's the superbowl of my business. I'd be lucky to be picked for a farm team. Ugh.

In spite of it all, I realize how lucky I am. I see so many people in the blog world and the real world who are having such a hard time right now. Emotionally, romatically, financially, physically. I am so very very lucky. This is not being said to rub it in… I just need the universe to know I realize it.

No Brainer

A woman has been caught embezzling money from her company. A life insurance company. Ironically, my parents' life insurance company. Almost 6 million dollars. Now it comes out that she spent a great deal of it on political campaigns and candidate issues.

One of the politicians she gave money to was recently notified and they immediately turned over their ill-gotten gains to charity.

WTF?

Maybe I'm missing something here, but when you know where the money came from, why didn't they give it back to the people she stole it from? I mean, it is THEIR money, right?

Crazy Eights

(Disclaimer: I've had this in my drafts folder since November of 2007. I've updated it to change some of my answers since then. I think everyone should do this every two years. You'd be surprised at how much changes…or doesn't change.)

Thanks to Lisa here's my Crazy 8's. (btw, what's up with the crazy blog name, Lisa? You certainly are not refusing to blog…)

8 Things I’m Passionate About

1. My Family. They are each individual in personality and desires and I admire and love each of them.

2. My Critters. Yeah. I know. They are "only" animals, right? Wrong. They are very much a part of my life.

3. Reading. I've mentioned before that I can usually go through a book every day or so. Hubs' teases me the library is going to run out one of these days. I've been a reader since I can remember – sneaking around at night reading by any glimmer of light I could get, be it from the streetlight outside my window or the dial of my radio or the little bulb lighting up my electric blanket.

4. Computers. They frustrate me on some levels but on others they challenge me and I like that. I enjoy a good 'fist pump' when I solve some stupid problem that I know I should be able to get but struggle with. When it all works? YES! I've never had any formal training in the things, but for the most part I have a logical enough (Spock-brain?) mind to "think" like the machine. I always thought it would be fun to take some computer courses sometime and see what it is I really don't know…

5. Writing. Along with reading, I've been writing since I can remember. I never kept any sort of a formal "journal" until the blog stuff started, and you probably think since I've been so fits-and-starts this last year that I'm petering out, but I just have this urge to get things out on paper. As an only child and one who spent loads of time alone and had lots of frustrations in my world, I used it as a great escape to vent, dream, and venture into my own head. Probably if I hadn't been writing it all out I may have ended up with way more mental problems along the way. Just a guess.

6. Crafts. Although I feel very passionate about the crafty type things I like to do, my dilemma is I have tooo many of them that I enjoy. I rubber stamp, sew, crochet, knit, cross-stitch, paint, dabble in photography… and have the supplies and attending 'crap' to prove it. As a matter of fact, Hubs calls my "craft" room my "crap" room. He's more right than I care to admit.

7. Gardening. I don't know if this is a passion or just one of those things I can't seem to stop doing to myself. Every spring I get all excited and plant stuff, then spend the summer getting sunburnt and aching muscles, and finally by the time fall gets here I am so sick of it all I can't even put the gardens "to bed" properly. (Fellow gardeners know what that means.) It is rather like my enjoyment of cross-stitch. I really don't enjoy the process, I just enjoy the end result.

8. Cooking. Passion? Not sure if that's the right term for it, but I do enjoy it. My favorite is when the wind is howling and there is snow on the ground and I have the fireplace going and am whipping up some soup or stew and bread and some yummy dessert… and the house smells so good. Excuse me, I have to go wipe the drool off now.

8 Things I Want To Do Before I Die:

1. Write a book or two.
2. Get my photographs organized
3. Go to Ireland
4. Get all the crap out of my house and have the things left well-organized so my family doesn't have a horrible job ahead of them dealing with it all once I'm gone
5. Retire and spend time using all those craft supplies
6. See all my children happy, healthy and at peace – whether it be in a relationship or not.
7. Be sure that everyone I love knows I love them.
8. I'd like to meet some bloggers…you know, in REAL LIFE.

8 Things I Say Often:

1. Shit.
2. What's up?
3. WTF!?!
4. Fuck.
5. Me too! (Hub's and my ever-so-secret code for I love you)
6. You're kidding.
7. Dumbass
8. Bullshit.

(I cuss a lot, don't I?)

8 Books I’ve read recently: (I'm not answering this because they all blur together. Go to any Amazon or Borders Bookstore website, click on the first eight books you see in either mystery, horror, or fiction categories and I will have read them.I will however, list some of my favorite authors.)

1. Stephen King
2. Dean Koontz
3. Lee Childs
4. Patricia Cornwell
5. Michael Connelly
6. David Baldacci
7. James Patterson
8. Jonathan Kellerman

8 Songs I Could Listen To Over And Over: (Again, I have music running most of the time and can't pick on song as they change. I'll just list some favorite musicians.
1. October Project
2. Sheryl Crow
3. Nickleback
4. Linkin Park
5. Five for Fighting
6. Diana Krall
7. Sarah McLachlan
8. Dave Matthews Band

8 Things That Attract Me To My Best Friends: (Friends? What are those?)

1. No bullshit.
2. No bullshit.
3. No bullshit.
4. No bullshit.
5. No bullshit.
6. No bullshit.
7. No bullshit.
8. No bullshit.

I’d Like to Lodge a Complaint

Surprised? Yeah, me neither.

I'm sick of this fall. This is the stupidest damn fall we've had in years. I mean, really…  First we had to put up with a wet, cool spring that made it hard to get the crops in and growing. Then we had a colder-than-normal-ever summer (global warming, my ass!) that kept things just barely going. Now we have a fall where it is cool to cold and every couple of days it spits just enough rain or snow to keep the harvest from proceeding and the crops from drying down.

I mean, really? C'mon…