When do I have time to do this?

This is a recurring question that keeps coming up..where do I get the time to blog, time to do the other stuff etc.

Since I do virtually no housekeeping, I use all that time I should be mopping, cooking, etc. I am also a master multi-tasker. I can do 6 things at once and mess them all up the same amount as if I were doing just two things.

So far today, I have checked on the weaning process and fed breakfast. The pig got raspberries, which was a treat for proper use of his litter box. He is a good piggie today and very proud of himself.

That was around 9:30 am--all is going well with the weaning. Lucky and Grandpa were NOT standing at the fence like they were last nite, but ran to it when I got there. Lucky is hoarse from crying, but Riot is only at half speed from last nite.

Then I came to work, got here around 10 am. Good thing I am "my own manager" (an inside joke to my coworkers). Had some leftover Charlie cake for breakfast-I ate the horses head. That was a little disturbing, but it is the good icing, so I barrelled through. I worked a while, then went to run errands over my lunch hour. I needed about four things, most importantly dog food, a new feed scoop for smaller doses of feeding, a scale to measure it (they did not have that), and a new cloth tarp for the gravity wagon.

This is where we got in trouble. Our TSC is new, but it is a disaster--nothing where it is supposed to be, not well-stocked and everything overpriced. I found what I wanted, but it was of course in a box on the top shelf. I climbed up there to pull it off, with Rita standing behind me in case I fell off, and pulled the box down. It landed on my head-bet you saw that coming. The damn thing must have weighed 40 pounds. I got that situated, got what I wanted and Rita put it in the cart, smashing her finger int he process. She cussed and hopped, and I put the box back on the top shelf and shove.

Evidently I shoved too hard, as it flung itself OVER the entire shelf and out into the next aisle. It did not do this quietly, of course, as it knocked down God knows what in the process---I was afraid to look. Plus, I think I have a concussion. It must have been even louder than I thought, as a bunch of workers come running--now where the hell were they when I needed it down in the first place? I am guessing it must be a special day as there are a LOT of workers there and there never are--that is when I noticed what appeared to be TSC bigwigs there. Oops.

So that happened and we came back to work where I am now. I just managed to pawn off a State Appeal on a co-worker, which is wonderful news for the client, as I am the kiss of death on State appeals. I am celebrating the client's good fortune by writing this entry.

My next big event is the farrier coming today. We are having the assembly line trims tonight--yearlings and twos and broodmares. It will be a three man deal (me, Marvin, and his apprentice Luke), and a Madison who counts as half a person, and I hope to turn out at least 8 of them. Maybe more, God willing. The first ones are stalled and ready to roll in case Marvin gets there early and beats me home, which has never actually happened but you never know- I liek to be prepared. Most will also get wormed, and whatever shots they need.

While that is all going on, I will gut two baby stalls and rebed them (or make Madison do it, the best she can at least), get everyone fed, and unload my car of the special feeds I picked up yesterday and failed to unload yesterday. I suspect this will take til 9 pm or so. If things go better than expected, I may ride Slygirl after her trim---uh oh, she is not on the list of to-be-trimmeds but really needs it.

Then I will go home, deal with more friggin laundry (I am almost caught up again just in time for Barry to come home from Kentucky and pour more in there), watch Big Brother 8 which I will have DVR'ed (thanks Missy K for making me get that, it has saved my life), read a record or do other work during it, find my daily calendar that Carrie got me and has hidden itself somewhere so I can write down all that has happened re: worming, trims, weaning, etc.

In the middle of all that, I will deal with four dogs who cannot be in the same house together. A max of three can be inside together, and Tequila cannot be in with anyone besides Thor. It makes for musical doors (and remember the front door is jacked up which lends an air of danger to the whole thing). Boce the peeg will maybe come in, unless he is too filthy because it is RAINING, which I am sure makes him almost as happy as I am.

Because I have not gotten a lot done today, I will take a record home with me to read after I get home after dark. People think I never work, but they do not realize that I often take work home and knock out some things there, and as far as production, I get more done than anyone in my office.

So I have wasted 5 or 6 minutes typing this and if I would quit jacking around, I would get more done here and thus not have to take work home. But what fun would that be?