entertaining yourself

When you 1st get married you have fun and games that you play. You are happy and enjoy everyday. After a while you get into a routine and life becomes predictable. It is in these times when you must entertain yourself. I have been looking for something to do to entertain myself for a while now and I think I may have finally found it.

Now before I go any further I must take you back a few years, to the cold war...the laundry war!

Troy wanted me to put the laundry away everyday. I like living out of laundry baskets and lets face it - I am lazy! I get home late one night, only thinking about going to bed, and when I get there what do I find? The bed filled with clothes to be put away. I was pissed. So I put away my own and pushed all of Troys to his side of the bed.

Troy put away his clothes, then went outside and snow plowed all the snow around my car.

Now Troys big mistake was to take this on while he was on midnights, From that day on I would wait about 1/2 hour after he went to bed. Then I crept into the bed room to get my clothes...opps the drawer got away from me and slammed...opps I banged into something in the dark...hold on I just need to turn on the light for a minute to see if this is my brown or black shirt.

Then I would wait another 10 minutes and go back in for something I forgot. I won that war. The laundry gets put away when I decide it needs to be done.

Now back to present day. How am I going to entertain myself? I have decided that each day I am going to put away my clothes. I am not going to say anything to Troy and wait until he notices. When he does I will stop doing it.

Why? Because I can. Because I am childish. Why not?

I will let you know how this plays out. Only Troys clothes are down here right now.

Next thing is the tool belt. Next spring Troy plans to buy a plastic prefab shed for at the trailer. One of the kinds that just snap together. He is excepting me to put it together. I told him I would need a pink tool belt with pink tools in order to do it.

He looked at me like I was dumb and explained it all snapped together I wouldn't need any tools.

Now I am not dumb. I know I don't need tools or a belt. But here is how I look at it. If I look like I know what I am doing, I will feel like I know what I am doing and I will be able to do it. Plus I will look like I know for the neighbours.

Troy just thinks I am a weirdo. In my defense - He had many years to figure out I am a weirdo - it isn't my fault he is just figuring it out!

Lastly - The island of the misfit animals.

We went again to a petting zoo. At this zoo they have...a blind house broken pig that will poop in any other stale but her own, blind bunny, a 20 year old goat who thinks it is pregnant (it isn't) and is lactating, a goat with a sore tummy, cripple chicken, ducks that play tag, a friendly bull that like to play and be pet, 2 horses on pain meds for life because the previous owner didn't look after them and a christmas donkey. Oh and 3 lama's.

We are able to pet and feed all the animals. Alex really likes the lama's. Why? Because one snotted on me twice. That's right I had to walk around with lama snot on me! She also likes the pig - why? Because it started eating my pant legs and left slober all over it.

Alex spent all day there. I had to drag her away. She loved petting all the animals. Loved having the ducks and chickens chasing her around. Loved that the bunnies didn't run scared from her. Loved to feel how soft the donkeys ears were. Love to walk the goat like he was a dog.

Alex said she wants to go live on a farm. She will have to marry a farmer because there is no way this girl is moving to a farm!