So...if technology can't come to you, we must go to technology. We finally have Internet. Although it is satellite Internet, it still is pretty good and beggars can't be choosy. This installation was for me, John was also very happy, he got Direct TV. So now he can watch his football.
Can't wait to see who hits one of the satellites with the tractor! Should be fun!
Another big thing, John got some very needed shelves up.
And then finally the kitchen sink.....
My contribution to this weekend was trimming trees. John said the cuts and scratches on me made me look like I had been in a car wreck. I believe every tree on our property has thorns. Mesquite was my arch enemy this weekend; we went three good rounds and the damn trees won every time. It took John 20 minutes to put medicine on all the scraps and thorn punctures on my arms and legs. Yes, those damn thorns, got through my blue jeans and bit me.
Check out my pile of mesquite wood. By the way, I am in love with chain saws. There is nothing more fun that cutting stuff up with a chain saw. John was not happy with me 'cutting shit up'. I did have to give it to him, he let me play without much fuss. I did acknowledge that it must be hard being married to me; his comment - 'hell yeah'. I choose to take that as a compliment. OK back to cutting shit up. The excellent side effect of cutting stuff up, is that you get to burn it, which is also a blast for me. That is for another weekend!
We had to take all three dogs to the farm this weekend, and we did have a miss adventure with Fred. John had to go to town, I was in the barn, after about 10 minutes after John left, I go outside with all the dogs, and Fred decides that he is going to catch John. Off, he goes. The first most amazing fact is that he RAN. Fred never runs, and not only did he run, but he went down the road about 1/2 mile before I could catch him. Nothing funnier than a woman chasing a basset hound down a dirt road and yes, I think I yelled the word 'Fred' no less than 50 times and yes, he ignored me each and every time and I am sure there was a smattering of curse words in there. If he didn't lose John's scent, and have to stop and smell around, I am not sure I would have caught him. Wasn't great for my ego, 'being out run by a basset hound, damn'. OK, so once I caught him, he would not walk back to the house, nor would he allow me to lead him, so YES, I had to carry a 60lb, 4' long dog for 1/2 a mile. Not sure I am over that yet. Lesson, DO NOT let Fred out when John goes to town.
Dinner time for all!
