A few years back, I decided that I was tired of running around for Christmas. I informed both families that my family would go no where on Christmas day. Instead we were going to hang out at home. We finally got to enjoy the day with our sons.
Wednesday we went over the river and through the woods (literally) to Mima's house, my mother. I got me some city boots! My mom made me promise not to step in manure with them on. Now I can smell like a normal person when I leave here, I am the only one on the homestead without a pair of muck boots. The boys had a grand time, we ate, had dessert, talked and headed home.
Thursday we had our friend Hooter out for Christmas Day. (some of you remember the story of our friend) He seems depressed. I am sure the holiday's aren't the best thing for him. But he played with the kids and my husband. They made play dough racers, and raced them down a store bought race track. It was definitely a boy day. We ate the honey ham that was gifted to us, talked, had a little Irish Cream with dessert.
Friday was my husband's parents day. And once again I am reminded why I don't hang out with any of his siblings on a regular basis. It was my turn to be the female in the family that everyone was mad at. Not sure why, but this is what has been happening for the last 12 years. 1 woman, not the mother she doesn't seem to play the game, and not the oldest sister because she's the leader, is chosen to be the one everyone is suppose to ignore for however long the oldest deems it necessary for the woman to learn her lesson. Good thing I am hard headed, I ain't learnt nutin'. Other than that it was a fine day. I got me a metal slinky! We also brought home some local raised and butchered pork as a gift from my husband's parents.
Saturday doesn't count in this catch up, because I was here (this is where I stick my tongue out at you)
Sunday. . . oh Sunday. Our banny rooster got caught out in the pond. Our puppy pulled him out. I think more for the novelty of eating him rather than saving him. We brought him in to warm him up. The puppy had done a bit of damage. After a few hours the roo died. We chopped his head clean off ( after he died) Sunday I dressed out the banny rooster. He is in my crock pot right now waiting to be canned up. Banny meat is wonderful for canning. We also measured and prepared to rebuild the hog panel gate that the horse stood on. Horses are the most destructive livestock I have ever had to deal with.
So there was our Christmas week.
You guys make out like bandits?