I had told the boss I'd be a bit late in for work this morning as I had to catch horses for the farrier (lucky I did, cause even I couldn't catch that little bastard Smokey for 10 mins when we saw him rock up!) Roger is lucky last (and very well behaved considering he hates having his feet done, even at 24 yrs old!) and Leo and Vada are busy chewing away on the off cuts of the hoof (it's like doggy chewing gum I swear!)
I go to open the gate for the farrier to leave and Vada comes over to me but Leo has gotten old and deaf and the old bugger doesn't hear me yelling for him, but just as the ute aims towards the gate, he looks up, sees me and starts dawdling towards me, right in front of the frigging ute!!!! Jesus Christ dog!!!! He was run completely over by the front wheel, while I'm waving and yelling and running flat out to the ute and he stopped parked with his back wheel on his tail, as I'm yelling "YOU'RE PARKED ON HIM GO BACK, GO BACK!!!!" Thankfully it seems it was only his tail, (which now hangs limp and dead straight instead of the border collie ring tail he had!) and with blood coming out his mouth, and he got up from under the ute to stagger out, sit down side ways, bite me, snapped at the farrier and I'm saying, "oh god, cut his throat for me!!! I can't get him in the work truck to get him to the vet and I'm not spending thousands on him, he's 12 and deaf and going blind, just cut his throat for me!!!!" Well Leo heard that and rallied himself, got up, trotted off without a trace of lameness, went inside, lay down, got back up, came to me, lay down again and didn't look like he was ready to die after all!!!! He's as sore as buggery this afternoon tho... limping on a front leg, missing a claw on a back foot, broken tail, and trying really hard to NOT cough after a drink, so I'm hoping he hasn't broken ribs, but is just bruised. Poor old snot!!!
It's been a looooooong day at work that's for sure! Very glad he'd already had breakfast so he had turmeric and devils claw on board already, and he's just had some more turmeric, calcium and magnesium and a couple of disprin when I got home. Bloody lucky he's so fluffy and overweight and was in soft springy grass, and SOOOOOO lucky the back wheel didn't go over him cause the amount of steel in the back of a farrier's ute would have crushed the poor wee soul.
He's banished downstairs for now and was going to try to get up the stairs too!!! But I'll go crash in the spare room downstairs so he can sleep by his mum, cause he NEVER doesn't sleep with his mum and I'm not carrying him up and down the stairs!
So let the healing begin!!! He didn't want ME doing any on him, but I had been telling him all day to do some self healing...
12 1/2 yrs old, ain't quite time to go yet eh old boy xxx
Monday, 30 September 2019
Thursday, 12 September 2019
oh dear.... they do tend to come in threes......
Boss got flown to Nelson Hospital late yesterday afternoon. Sadly he died before the rest of the family could make it there by car :(
Higgi was a bloody cowboy when I started at the firm 9 yrs ago, but a great boss none the less. We kicked him out of the spreader trucks 3 or so years back and semi retired him to the wee farm which he promptly turned into a vineyard. Still you can't keep a truckie out of a truck and when we were busy and I was still stuck in the vineyard trucks, Higgi would steal my big truck and help out on the farms, leaving it dirty and often something gone wrong with it LOL, but the man was always smiling and had the most cheeky grin when he was up to no good.
Feel for the kids and Mrs Higgi cause where mine won't be missed, he most definitely will be... by all of us.
Have warned the boys at work, the grim reaper always takes 3 and it's only 2 around me so they better get to the doctor at the smallest niggle. One who is over 65 looked rather freaked out by that comment BWAHAHAHA.
Higgi was a bloody cowboy when I started at the firm 9 yrs ago, but a great boss none the less. We kicked him out of the spreader trucks 3 or so years back and semi retired him to the wee farm which he promptly turned into a vineyard. Still you can't keep a truckie out of a truck and when we were busy and I was still stuck in the vineyard trucks, Higgi would steal my big truck and help out on the farms, leaving it dirty and often something gone wrong with it LOL, but the man was always smiling and had the most cheeky grin when he was up to no good.
Feel for the kids and Mrs Higgi cause where mine won't be missed, he most definitely will be... by all of us.
Have warned the boys at work, the grim reaper always takes 3 and it's only 2 around me so they better get to the doctor at the smallest niggle. One who is over 65 looked rather freaked out by that comment BWAHAHAHA.
Wednesday, 11 September 2019
Life and Death...
Shot up North to see mum on the weekend. Crap weather to ride the bike up there, but like I kept saying to everyone who commented in that vein, it wasn't raining when I booked the tickets!
Mum was good, she was about the same as when I saw her in April, which is good because I was expecting to see some more decline in her!
So few words left it's impossible to understand a damn thing she is trying to say, altho I'm sure she makes sense to herself, you have to watch her face when she finishes a sentence and go from the inflection of her tone and whether she looks amused or not, before you can respond with a "no way! surely not!" or something similar, but she is still very able to laugh and be happy and that's the main thing.
I got home to a few missed calls and a text on my other phone from a mate of my dads. I called him the next day and found out that dad had died on Sunday night. The end of an era....
My dad was an asshole. A wife beater, a child abuser (in more than one sense of the word) and we were ALL glad to be rid of him when I was 15 and mum finally had enough back up in us kids to chuck him out.
I had shifted in the police to Golden Bay in 1998 and my dad got wind of it, rang the Takaka Police, said who he was and that I was his daughter and could he have my phone number. Huge no no for info like that to be given out to ANYONE, but the cop working at the time gave him my number and that is how my father got in contact with me again.
Funny thing is, his phone call to me came only a day or so after a phone call to my older brother where we had talked about him and our childhood and the shit that went down and he said he had come to realise that his "family" was mum and me and Cammy (brother) and that was it. "He" was just a stranger. Obviously that came at the perfect time (great believer in "everything for a reason" because when a couple of days later I picked up the phone and recognised the voice on the other end of it, I didn't have a heart attack, but after the initial "holy shit he found me!!!!" I realised Slade (brother) was right... this man on the other end of the phone was not family to me, he was just a stranger wanting to talk, and that was the final stage of me making peace with my past.
Dad kept in contact over the years and after Marcus was born he visited twice, the last time when Marcus was about 3 or 4, and he rang to keep up with what was happening, and he always sent birthday and Xmas cards and presents for Marcus which was always appreciated. But at the same time, as harsh as it may sound, his death is no great loss for us as a family.
I've talked to him since I heard the news, he thinks its rather funny that he can talk to me more now than when he was alive, and I know that as spirit energy he is no longer the asshole that my dad was, but have told him to just give me a bit of time to now separate the 2 things in my head before he tries to start advising from that side, cause him butting into things going on in my life like he had the right to over the last 10 or so years used to bug the shit out of me and there were a couple of short sharp conversations when he would try!
I'm glad mum has outlived him, even if she's in no fit state to appreciate it....
And bonus of a windy day back at work, where there isn't too much we can do I got to put some fertiliser on MY paddock tonight!!! Just as the grass is thinking about having a sprout, great timing :)
Mum was good, she was about the same as when I saw her in April, which is good because I was expecting to see some more decline in her!
So few words left it's impossible to understand a damn thing she is trying to say, altho I'm sure she makes sense to herself, you have to watch her face when she finishes a sentence and go from the inflection of her tone and whether she looks amused or not, before you can respond with a "no way! surely not!" or something similar, but she is still very able to laugh and be happy and that's the main thing.
I got home to a few missed calls and a text on my other phone from a mate of my dads. I called him the next day and found out that dad had died on Sunday night. The end of an era....
My dad was an asshole. A wife beater, a child abuser (in more than one sense of the word) and we were ALL glad to be rid of him when I was 15 and mum finally had enough back up in us kids to chuck him out.
I had shifted in the police to Golden Bay in 1998 and my dad got wind of it, rang the Takaka Police, said who he was and that I was his daughter and could he have my phone number. Huge no no for info like that to be given out to ANYONE, but the cop working at the time gave him my number and that is how my father got in contact with me again.
Funny thing is, his phone call to me came only a day or so after a phone call to my older brother where we had talked about him and our childhood and the shit that went down and he said he had come to realise that his "family" was mum and me and Cammy (brother) and that was it. "He" was just a stranger. Obviously that came at the perfect time (great believer in "everything for a reason" because when a couple of days later I picked up the phone and recognised the voice on the other end of it, I didn't have a heart attack, but after the initial "holy shit he found me!!!!" I realised Slade (brother) was right... this man on the other end of the phone was not family to me, he was just a stranger wanting to talk, and that was the final stage of me making peace with my past.
Dad kept in contact over the years and after Marcus was born he visited twice, the last time when Marcus was about 3 or 4, and he rang to keep up with what was happening, and he always sent birthday and Xmas cards and presents for Marcus which was always appreciated. But at the same time, as harsh as it may sound, his death is no great loss for us as a family.
I've talked to him since I heard the news, he thinks its rather funny that he can talk to me more now than when he was alive, and I know that as spirit energy he is no longer the asshole that my dad was, but have told him to just give me a bit of time to now separate the 2 things in my head before he tries to start advising from that side, cause him butting into things going on in my life like he had the right to over the last 10 or so years used to bug the shit out of me and there were a couple of short sharp conversations when he would try!
I'm glad mum has outlived him, even if she's in no fit state to appreciate it....
And bonus of a windy day back at work, where there isn't too much we can do I got to put some fertiliser on MY paddock tonight!!! Just as the grass is thinking about having a sprout, great timing :)
Sunday, 1 September 2019
the stupid things that make kids kids....
The things I used to post to FB so I wouldn't forget them and because lots of my friends there know/knew Marcus and find his actions or words funny...
So today we were driving home from town and Marcus was in one of those moods where if he had a sibling he would be antagonising them till a scrap happened, except without a sibling it happens with me, which is silly cause his ego desperately wants to win but heck I'm an adult and craftier than him by far, so he always gets the twack around the head as we're driving and he really can't retaliate like he really wants too cause I'm his bloody mother AND I'm driving, you just feel his frustration as times LOL.
He had lost this particular round in the battle and had tucked his head under my arm so I couldn't twack him easily at which point I was closed my arm on the top of his head and told him to sniff my pit LMAO, it was just too easy!
When I let him go to a "I hate you mumma" (which I hear often!) he said "I'm going to put my head out the window" which he did and then he promptly let rip with an almighty spit!!!!! Except the dork was still looking straight ahead BWAHAHAHAHAHA nek minit.... he pulls his head straight back in and wipes a very impressive massive spit off his face with his sleeve looking rather sheepish with it.
Oh dear lord, I mustered up as much disdain as I could to save wetting myself and told him he was a right royal dickhead.... I allow the laughter as I'm typing this instead!!! What a dork!
Funny as hell at times tho LMAO.
Used to love seeing the FB memories come up reminding me of equally stupid things he'd done that I'd shared that I had completely forgotten about! Won't get any reminders now, all those wee gems gone! Poof!
So today we were driving home from town and Marcus was in one of those moods where if he had a sibling he would be antagonising them till a scrap happened, except without a sibling it happens with me, which is silly cause his ego desperately wants to win but heck I'm an adult and craftier than him by far, so he always gets the twack around the head as we're driving and he really can't retaliate like he really wants too cause I'm his bloody mother AND I'm driving, you just feel his frustration as times LOL.
He had lost this particular round in the battle and had tucked his head under my arm so I couldn't twack him easily at which point I was closed my arm on the top of his head and told him to sniff my pit LMAO, it was just too easy!
When I let him go to a "I hate you mumma" (which I hear often!) he said "I'm going to put my head out the window" which he did and then he promptly let rip with an almighty spit!!!!! Except the dork was still looking straight ahead BWAHAHAHAHAHA nek minit.... he pulls his head straight back in and wipes a very impressive massive spit off his face with his sleeve looking rather sheepish with it.
Oh dear lord, I mustered up as much disdain as I could to save wetting myself and told him he was a right royal dickhead.... I allow the laughter as I'm typing this instead!!! What a dork!
Funny as hell at times tho LMAO.
Used to love seeing the FB memories come up reminding me of equally stupid things he'd done that I'd shared that I had completely forgotten about! Won't get any reminders now, all those wee gems gone! Poof!
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