There's Always One

I've been a part of many groups and committees over the years, and there's always that one person. The one who even if they're not in attendance at the meeting, gets signed up for everything. Luckily, I'm not that person in any of the groups I'm in, but I feel bad for those who are the person. And I'm going to do everything in my power not to become that person either!

It does amaze me that the more people you seem to add to a group, the more work there becomes. The purpose of having more people is generally thought to disperse the workload, isn't it? Yet, it seems like only more ideas are produced and that same one person is put in charge of handling it all. Again, not me. I do what I can to help, but I'm not becoming that one person. 

But the joke is on me it seems. I just got my notice to attend jury duty. This is not something I wanted to be part of with everything else I've got going on right now. 

Sticks & Bones

Lately, the dogs have been bringing in all sorts of stuff from the outside. Sticks that self destruction into a mountain of mesquite confetti; bones from animals long departed and drudged up from recent rains; and miscellaneous items I don't want or need to identify. My dogs are cute, but they push it sometimes. 

Luckily though, we had Gator out today to patch escape routes in our exterior fences. The pups have been roaming outside our land and therefore have needed to be inside more often to prevent that. With all the holes fixed, they can now safely keep all their "finds" outside. That's the goal anyway. 

I will say, one of the coolest things they brought was a dessicated armadillo shell piece. They were unhappy when we threw it out, but I did give them a little admiration for going out of the ordinary. 

The two least messy beings of the house, but the bar is set really low

Whole Lotta Love

We had a good weekend. A weekend in our hometown and in our home. If there hadn't been laundry, it probably would have been a great weekend. But I had put it off long enough. 

Brogan is now a one and a half horn band. When the horns grow, they itch and my boy didn't know when to stop scratching. His horn will regrow, but for now he's even more special. 

We took in our first ever donkey basketball game. It was fun to watch and also to see that we're starting to learn more of the people of town by name. They already know us. Nothing stays quiet in the small town when transplants move in. 

Finally, we had two special guests to come meet our furry family. We have a special connection and I was so happy to see that special connection carried over with my animals. They were calm, loving and friendly. Yes, even Fiona and Ciarán! They allowed me to share a pic I took. Enjoy and have a great start to the week!

Two Horn Band

I'm starting to learn that Brogan just loves his own voice. As I'm writing this, he's making soft little humming grunts. It sort of sounds like a higher pitch snoring sound. He's completely fine, it amuses him. So I guess he's part of his own band now. Check here for upcoming tour dates. 

In other news, the week is almost over. Again, it doesn't really make any difference for us. We've still got events to attend, animals to care for, and I really really should do laundry soon. Although, we're supposed to get into the eighties next week, nah I should still do laundry. 

Have a great weekend and if you have any songs you want Brogan to cover, let me know. His range is three notes though, so choose carefully. 

Valentine's Ash Day Wednesday

It's almost ten at night, and we're just now getting home. An early morning run up to Goldthwaite to deliver three dozen cupcakes and two bouquets of flowers. Then straight to Lampasas for a meeting. Back home to handle some business before back to Goldthwaite for a rehearsal and then dinner. A long day. 

But, it was also a good day. I got to bring smiles and laughs to people. Rob gave me the same type of bouquet of flowers I had given him yesterday (local fundraising we both supported without knowing the other had). But my favorite part, was the time I got to spend with my animals. Rose and Callie allowed me two swipes with the brush, Ciarán let me brush one whole side, and Mango gave me an extra long petting session. If you need a reminder of who these animals are: calf, calf, mama cow, cat. 

Happy all whatever!

A heart cheese curd!

What's That Smell?

You know February is mating month for skunks, right? We, as Gen X, were told this multiple times with Pepe LaPew after all. Valentine's Day was his day, but apparently, Teddy got his Valentine's early. 

Last night, Teddy Bear got his first spraying and our house is still recovering from it. He didn't get hit in the face, so at least he did try to dodge the spray. But, he was hit broadside which I think was even worse. I got him all rid of the smell last night, still have to work on towels and the shower though. 

The secret mixture? Hydrogen peroxide to loosen the spray oil from the fur. Step two, baking soda to absorb that oil. Step three, Dawn dish liquid to safely remove any residual from the oil, peroxide and baking soda. That's it. I finished it off with his lavender shampoo just so we could smell something better, but that's optional. Hope you don't need it!

Brogan Boy

Oh my goodness, Brogan is definitely a special kind of bull. Yesterday, I was outside with the pups on the back porch when I kept hearing this rhythmic grunt. Get your minds out of the gutter please, it was almost like a diesel engine backing up sound. 

It started to get louder and was keeping almost perfect timing. I finally got up and walked over to see the pasture better, and there was Brogan walking. Every step he took, he grunted. Not in pain, not any kind of issue just him being silly. He finally saw me watching and started his loud grunt call to say hi. He's my special boy. 

Alas, my pajama day is almost over and it's almost time to go to bed. Early wakeup to head to, you guessed it, Austin in the morning!