The one with Annie rolling through my head...

Tomorrow is only a day away!

Tomorrow. Yep. Tomorrow. Today is my last day of work before I have three days off...in a row. I know...whoa. What was that? I think it was a pig flying. Never thought it would happen. But here I am, and I'll have three days off. The way things change so quickly at the hospital, I'm pretty sure that everything is going to be completely different by Monday but I'm sure I can catch up.

Tomorrow is going to be excessively busy. I have a LOT to do to get ready plus a doctor's appointment. But that is okay.

So...tomorrow. This weirdo is going to be here:

I don't know if I can handle the excitement. Wish her a happy 16th birthday. (It was a couple weeks ago now...) That's what I'll be doing!

FFR

The one with three days...

Three days.

The one where I'm excited

Remember this goofy girl? She's coming to visit. She's not just coming to visit...she wanted to come HERE for her 16th birthday. I'm pretty excited.

I anticipate riding in the cold...and potentially the rain. She won't leave without riding. Maybe I won't let her ride, then she can stay forever. That would be great. I think our dad would haul her away whether or not she rode though.

I don't know I've ever given you the back story on us. We're nine years apart and she lived with our dad and her mom and I lived with my mom. As a result we did not see each other very much and we've never been very close. This summer when she stayed with Working Man and I for a couple of weeks, we got a lot closer. She wasn't at all the person I thought she was, and that's a good thing.

So now the countdown begins...eleven days. :)

FFR

The one with a new morning routine

I have this morning routine...it involves getting up, something about food, stalls...horses? I'm so tired from this new morning routine that I can't even tell you what it is.

7:30: Alarm goes off. I roll out of bed, crawl over to the dresser, pull myself up, yell at it to shut up and turn it off. Seriously contemplate going back to bed but keep going anyway.

7:45: Go out and clean three of these and the hallway between:

8:30: Go back inside and sweat because now I've gotten used to the freezing cold and quite like it.

8:35: Watch some TV and eat some breakfast. Wonder why on earth I got up so early if I have time to sit and do nothing before I have to leave for work.

8:40: Change alarm time to 8:30.

8:45: Remind myself that if I waited until the last minute I would go to work smelling like horse pee. Remind myself that while clients may not know what horse pee smells like, they will know I smell nothing like something their pets have ever produced.

9:00 Begrudgingly change my alarm to 7:30 and climb into a shower desperate to wake up.

9:15 Leave for work and contemplate how many days are left before I'm off and thus can sleep a little later. Then when my day off rolls around, I'll end up waking up early anyway.

FFR

The one who is the man I love

There's this man...he's kind of cool. He's pretty much the love of my life. Sappy? What sappy? Oh, you mean me. Yes, I'm a big sap. We both are. But don't tell Working Man. He's desperately trying to hold on to his "MAN" card. For those of you who've been married awhile...how long was it before they gave up? Or do they ever? Poor guy, he gets razzed so bad at work when I change his ring-tone to something lovey-dovey. Meanwhile, he's the man I love and I'm the woman who's lucky enough to have him love me.

Uh...anyway, right. Pictures of this man I so dearly love. How many times can I use "love" in a single entry? I'll let you know. Love.

So...first off, I love Working Man because he lives up to his nick. He really is a working man.



Sometimes, he works harder...



And sometimes smarter. He started clearing this out using a shovel. Then he realized the tractor could be faster.



He uses tools, a lot. I like that he has a ton of tools and knows how to use them. (Better yet, I LOVE that they have their own shed. No tools in the house...except for butter knives. C'mon ladies, how many of you have used a knife as a screwdriver? How about a rolling pin for a hammer?)



And Working Man is goofy. He does this...and two nights ago, he shook a handicap sign and pretended it was shaking him back. Goofy.



Better yet, homeboy is STRONG. Mmm, look at those muscles!



And he's a perfectionist...and sometimes not. I would have walked in and placed the salt block perfectly next to the trough. He just dropped it.



Last of all, I love this man for his smile. Sweet, endearing...full of love for his wife who is not helping in the slightest, is watching the pygmy goats escape, and taking pictures of him even when he hates it.

I love this boy.

FFR

PS: I think there were twelve "love" words in there (I did include lovey)...oops, fourteen now. Correct me if I'm wrong.