Crazy Mornings

The last two mornings have just been NUTS!

Several months ago I was asked to be a community correspondent for CTV Morning Live (Halifax).

It's really a simple thing. Every two weeks I Skype live on TV to say what's going on

in my community. 

I'm not sure how many there are of us in Nova Scotia, but I'm in the Clare/ Weymouth area.

I love doing it. The first few times I was super nervous, I mean, thousands of people are watching you.  But now it's getting alot easier.

So this is how is goes. I usually go on at 7:15 or 8:15am.  Since the room my computer is in doesn't have good lighting I bring it in the kitchen.

Then a few minutes before we go on, Cyril Lunney, one of the hosts Skypes me.

I then have a minute or so to get my nerves in check and my act together.

The night before I go on I don't sleep well. I'm so afraid I'm going to miss the alarm or something will screw things up.

I was scheduled to be on Tuesday at 7:15am.

I had my topics ready and I checked my alarm...twice!

At 3:30 am I woke up and remember thinking, "oh I still have two hours to sleep".

That's the last thing I remember...till the PHONE rang at 7:15 am.

The minute it rang I knew who it was, Cyril! 

Oh Crap!

I literally jumped out of bed.

I was like," Oh Mylanta! Cyril!  I over slept! There's no way I can go on. I'm in my nightgown."

He was very gracious about it. He said, "Ok, well maybe we can go to commercial break. You've got 5 minutes!"

So I hang up, bark orders to Dave to set the computer up and I run to the bathroom. I throw on a t-shirt and run a brush through my hair.Not my best by far, but at least I was presentable.

 My bras hang in my walk-in closet (since they drip dry and I know TMI.), but the darn thing didn't want to come off the hanger. So I was flinging bras all over the place! There were bras all over the floor.

For a nano second I even contemplated not even putting on jeans. But I decided against it. I mean, this would have been the time they'd want me to show the weather outside or something.

So I run in the kitchen, Skype Cyril and we were on.

Alls well that end well....

Till the next morning.

Tuesday night Jamie has his drum lessons in Digby. Usually Dave brings him and I don't go, but the cupboard was beyond bare and I needed to go shopping. The hitch was I had a staff meeting that night so there was no way I could get home and drive all of us and Jamie get to his drum lessons on time.

So Dave drove to the car park not far from where I work with Rusty and met me there. From there we all hopped in the car and away we went.

The next morning, Wednesday, Dave had an appointment at 9 am SHARP! in Yarmouth. (For those of you that don't know the area, I live in the middle of Digby and Yarmouth. So Yarmouth is in the opposite direction of Digby)

He figured if he left at 8 am he'd have enough time to get to Yarmouth with a few minutes to spare....till he went outside to get in Rusty, the truck.

IT WAS GONE!!!!

Rusty was gone!

Who in their right mind would want to steal Rusty??!!

How was he going to get to his appointment and me to work. Both in opposite directions! (FYI, no public transportation in the country)

Then the AHA moment kicked in.

We had forgotten Rusty in the car park in Weymouth!!

Holy Moly!

All I have to say is, Thank goodness I was actually ready for work early for once!

This time it was Dave's turn to bark orders.

Like, "GET IN THE CAR! We're going to get the truck!"

Well we got to the car park to rescue Rusty and Dave actually got to his appointment on time.

How? I have no idea. I haven't seen a speeding ticket anywhere.

Have a Blessed Day

Lisa

Peeper, the farm mascot.

I've always wanted a Nigerian Dwarf goat. I find that they're cute. 

They look like mini goats, not like Pygmies that look more like a barrel with 4 legs.

So a friend of mine raises these cuties and she offered one to me.

We really couldn't afford it right now, so we bartered.

We disbud and band her goats so we traded the goat for services.

You gotta like that!

The little thing doesn't eat much.

I'm used to feeding a large scoop to each goat twice a day.

The first time I fed him I gave him a whole scoop of grain.

I think he figured he had died and gone to goat heaven...

till I realized what I had done and scooped some out.

But I mean, come on! Look at that face! You just want to feed it all the time.

It's soooo cute.

When we first got him, he was ALL boy. ( He's only 3 months old)

But we are slowly changing that, or the band around his testicles is anyway.

Until he loses his manhood he can't go outside or Pisnak will beat the poop out of him. Because I mean testosterone is testosterone. Doesn't matter if you're standard size buck or three apples high buck. But needless to say Pisnak would win.

So we bring him for walks everyday until he loses his manliness.

Then we'll start introducing him to the rest of the gang.

We have already started introducing him. 

Maggie hates him and Azelle loves him. Maybe she thinks it's her baby.

Bear the guardian finds him amusing.

Peeper tried to attack Bear. 

Bear was like, "Really? Seriously? Come on, my paw is bigger than your head!"

Oh well. In a few months they'll all be one happy family.

I would have blogged Peeper earlier, but I've been having issues with Blogger...again.

But today they were resolved.

Have a Blessed Day.

Lisa

It's here! It's here!

Now let's get one thing straight.

When it comes to seasons I don't play favourites.

I love them all. 

Each one of them for different reasons.

But....it seems like fall isn't long enough.

Have you ever noticed that? 

Winter. I love it. I love snow and I love the cold. Winter also means cuddling inside with a wood fire in the furnace, watching the snow fly outside, board games, baking, Christmas, New Years. But by February, I've had enough. A lot of our winter is slush, wind and rain. I get tired of driving in crappy weather to work and bringing water to the animals.

 Bring on Spring!

After a long winter, spring is so welcomed. It feels like a rebirth after cabin fever for all those months, kids and chicks being born, warmer temps...but after a few months of spring you've had enough of the rain, mud and blackflies.

Summer! I love summer. I love the heat and being able to walk barefoot in the grass, laying in the sun on the beach, long, loooonnng days and short nights. But after a two months of intense heat (and it does get hot here in Canada, contrary to popular American belief!) and mugginess it's time for Fall.

Soooo...here comes Autumn!!! I don't think fall is long enough.

The beautiful colours have just begun and the cool temps are just starting. The crops are in, the wonderful smell of the buck is in the air (okay, that might not be a good thing), Everyone is frisky again, the mugginess that was pulling us down is gone.  Thanksgiving and Halloween is here!

Then just as you're enjoying it......Winter shows up. 

You haven't gotten over Fall yet. What's up with that?! 

I guess it's God's way of showing us that too much of a good thing is not always good.

So anyway...while it's here let's enjoy Autumn in all it's glory. 

And enjoy the Fall pictures I've taken today, including goat pictures. 

I know ya'll are missing all the pictures of the goats I used to put.

So I took a few to satisfy your appetites.

I love pumpkins, especially if I grew them.

Azelle posing

Maggie

Monsieur Stinky a.k.a. Pisnak

Chinese Lanterns

Have a Blessed Autumn Day

Lisa

Little Drummer Boy.

Jamie has started on his drum lessons again. He hasn't play drums in about 3 years.

But after the hullaballoo of lasts year's hockey season he didn't want to play anymore.

I don't blame him.

So he's started on his drum lessons again.

Well we had a Christian band come and play at church for the youth last weekend.

They stayed for the service on Sunday morning and played a few songs.

And guess what?!

They asked Jamie to play a song with them.

He's never played in front of anyone before and he'd only had one lesson since he began again.

But he actually did it, and looked and sounded like a pro!

We were sooooo proud of him.

Have a Blessed Day

Lisa

Happy! Happy! Happy!!

Lookee here! The raised bed fairy came and built me two new beds!!

Woot! Woot!

One is for all my lavender, which I have already filled up.

The other is for the garlic. I'll plant that in a few weeks.

I'm so excited!!

Have A Blessed Day!

Lisa

2013 Growing Season

Well growing season is almost over.  And it was our first with raised beds.

Well I must say, aside from overdoing things, it was a wonderful season and I intend to keep growing in raised beds and hopefully get more.  

I need two more before the snow flies.

So here is the photographic  evidence of this years growing season.

This is the beginning of the season. Tomatoes are still standing.

 

Here is last week. The tomatoes kinds collapsed. But look at the sunflowers!!!

Yes, I know...my quest for HUMAGABUNGA cabbage is still on. The cabbage moth kinda took over.

See the tomatoes? They kinda fell over. I didn't have enough for salsa, but I had enough to  freeze.

I love sunflowers. What can I say. The goats love them to...only for a different reason.

Have a Blessed Day

Lisa

The Trail

Even though I'm a very conservative person, I love things that are different. Things that are off the beaten path.

The Trail is definitely off the beaten path.

It's owned by John and Marilyn Browning.

They moved here in 2001 to take care of John's ailing mother. (I remember his mother was my figure skating teacher when I was a young girl)

They were living in Ontario and John was a teacher before he came here.

Six years after he moved here, his mom passed away. 

He started cutting the Trail about 10 years ago.

Like everything it started small....

Now it's just amazing!

Even though it's on private property nobody needs an invitation. People come and add to his collection of hmmm....eclectic art pieces all the time.

It's amazing the imagination this man has.

John and Marilyn both have a heart of gold. 

The man of the hour

I mean...how many other people would let anyone, strangers come traipsing in their back yards?  I love meeting new people, I love people coming to visit, but I'm not too open to letting strangers come and mosey through my backyard. Especially if I'm not there.

He should start charging admission.

Then again, maybe it's better this way.

Yup, that describes it.

You never know WHAT you're going to find.

The frame. This is where he wants people to sign the buoys and have their picture taken with the  "Frame".

I brought the girls from work here and never realized the sign over Kathy's head.
It says, "Old bag hangout". We had a good laugh.

When ever I can, I bring people over. These pictures were taken through out the past year.

I'm fascinated with The Trail.

Every path leads to somewhere different, wonderful and funny.

Before you leave the Trail, I guarantee that you'll smile, you'll wonder, you'll see "things that make you go hmmm."  But I know you'll love it and talk about it for a long, long time.

Thank you John and Marilyn for being who you are!

Have a Blessed Day

Lisa