When Life Gives You Lemons...You Make Lemon Sours and Party Like It's 1999...

So I haven't gotten back on the computer and written any posts about New Years like I planned to. I haven't done much of anything I planned so far this brand new year. What HAVE I done? Just about everything else.

Let me see...

I'm in a fight with my insurance company who wants to put me at a higher premium because I now have a screw in my left wrist... the problem is that that injury is covered by Workers Comp and I've received lifetime benefits... which means that my private insurance will never be billed... but they want to charge me more anyway, even though it'll never cost them...

We have the truck in the shop undergoing CPR and have no idea if it's going to survive, and if so when we might get it back... which means either mooching a truck to haul hay or getting one bale at a time in the back seat of the Beamer...

The woman who owns the estate where I work (don't get me wrong I'm grateful to have the job) has decided to remind us that SHE'S the one with millions who gets what she wants... which means walking nine horses a little more than a mile to another barn that's as cold as a witch's tit just because that's where the boss lady wants them... (did I mention that one of those horses has a torn tendon? Which means she stays behind, and we get to drive back and forth for one lonely pony)

I bought a load of timothy hay... from a GREAT guy... at a great price... but it still took everything I'd saved... and now I don't have a truck to haul it home...

I survived until last Friday only to walk out to my barn and find an east coast version of Old Faithful... the water faucet had ruptured... so after ferrying the horses into the paddock on flat bottom boats, I've been hand-hauling water from the house all the way out to the barn...

And I'm sick, at least sick in that annoying sense that you're nearly dead for a few hours and then feel a little better, then take a nap and wake up worse, then better... ugh

But as Robert Frost (one of my favs) said: The best way out is always through. There comes a time when turning back isn't any better than pushing forward. Embrace the chaos and stop trying to control it. Enjoy the ride even if you're not headed quite where you want to go. You'll learn something along the way and by the time you get there, maybe you won't want to go where you intended to in the beginning anyway. Maybe you will. Either way you'll have a few good stories of conquering trials to tell your grandkids around the fire. And you'll have made it through. You'll have put your own spin on the lemons life gave you...

I WILL get around to posting something about New Years... and about writing... but for now it is what it is... and that's fine by me...

New Year New Chances

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!

I didn't really plan this post, I just wanted to say Happy New Year to everyone. I intend to write a real post this weekend complete with pictures from tonight which involved my pregnant twin sister and my best friend, mimosas, chocolate chip banana nut bread and lots of dance music. That being said, I've just had everyone with me point out that I wrote 'Happy Near Year' on my Facebook status... *sigh* And my best friend is sniping me for my goof using MY iPhone to lay down the assault! New Years and old friends... it doesn't get much better.

My GIANT Secret...

So I've had this GIANT secret for a while now and until this moment I've been sworn to silence. If any of you know me or have a Facebook page YOU'RE sworn to silence too after you read this... at least until my dad and the extended family has been informed of the afore mentioned secret on Christmas morning and then Sat. Lisa and Laura that's mostly for you since I think you're the only ones I follow on Facebook. Not that I expect you to mention it, but should you, my cousins would see and then they'd tell my aunt and she'd tell my grandmother, and she'd tell my great aunts... you can see where this is going.

So the big secret? My identical twin sister, code name Fenris, is pregnant! It might not be the biggest most amazing most world changing secret, but for us it's pretty awesome. And this little girl (sis's hubby, code name Chucky Duck, already insists it's a girl but we don't know yet) is our immediate family's first grandchild, then for the extended fam it's the first great grandchild, the first niece for all us cousins... and so on and so forth. It's safe to say that as far as my grandmother and her cronies go (they'll find out on Sat when we go up for Christmas) my sister's baby will be our version of Neo. She (he) is THE ONE. The long awaited grandbaby. All the rest of us unmarried, childless cousins will forever be the second-comers now... but that's fine with us. :) The baby is due late June, and I'm sure to post about it again before it gets here. For now it's a Christmas present we get to wait for.

Merry Christmas everyone and have a safe New Year please, my dad doesn't need the business that bad... (for those of you who don't know, dad's a funeral director)