I haven’t had the time to blog for a few days because our life is overflowing. With good things.
Last Thursday, for instance, was a day for Bangs-vaccinating heifers. I was in charge of lunch and made chili and Beau’s favorite cornbread for the crew. That evening our whole family attended a 7-year-old birthday party with no fewer than 16 kids in attendance.
Then, Friday morning, Asher and I left the house at 5 o’clock and drove to Red Lodge for a mother-son skiing date. More on that in an upcoming blog — you won’t want to miss it. Here’s a preview: We stopped at Costco in Billings on the way home and spent over $1,000 on prime ribs.
Saturday was a day of prepping for Sunday’s prime rib dinner at the church I grew up in; there were seasoning packets to put together, 9 primes to deliver to various home cooks, and other groceries to unload.
Yesterday, Sunday, was the prime rib dinner. So many excellent volunteers at the church. We fed, I think, 105 people! This is our fourth year of hosting a prime rib dinner and the crew just gets better and better every year.
Today Beau is at Horse Camp fixing water and I am here with the kids, nursing a yucky cold. The kids are trying to be good as I doze, half-conscious, on the couch. In my meditative state I’ve been going through that list in my head of all the blogs I’ve been meaning to write:
There HAS to be one about my day with Asher on the mountain. Too hilarious not to put down.
I’ve been rolling one around in my head on the subject of Facebook and how Facebook makes me feel despicable.
There’s another one that will discuss the finer points of my latest internal ranch rodeo battle: trailer race YES, or trailer race NO? And the real question: have we all gotten too big for our britches?
I’ve always meant to write one about the day we moved from the VX back to PV headquarters. I can see the title now: Moving Day: Worst. Day. Ever.
And another one detailing The Funniest Shirley Temple Story. Ever. (Shirley Temple as in the drink.)
There are others, too. I don’t know if I’ll ever have the time to sit down at the computer and tap out all my stories. I just keep filing the ones I don’t have time to get to away in my brain… which is all fine and good until my brain overloads and short-circuits.
But I guess, once that happens, my untold stories won’t matter much anymore anyhow. ‘Cause I know it’s not like the world waits with tremendous anticipation the next goofy thought I painstakingly record for all eternity.
Still… I thought it wouldn’t hurt to let you know I haven’t forgotten you. Whoever you are!
© Tami Blake