Thadd returns home from California tonight and I am still fighting off this nasty cold. I have purchased a nettie pot, mucinex D, sinus nose spray, breathe right strips, a humidifier, vapor linamint, Nyquil all in the past twenty four hours. Unfortunately it took three trips to get all the stuff I needed. I would say my illness has made me inefficient. I think the Vegas lack of sleep mixed with the sick lack of sleep is catching up with me. It is like jet lag, but with snot. When I do finally fall asleep I dream of being in the Miss America Pageant again and getting called as a finalist, but having to do cartwheels on a beam to arrive at my finalist location. Seems easy ten years ago, but life has taught me I'm closer to 40 than 20. No cartwheels on the beam.
You might have forgotten today was "pick up pony" day. I went back to my friend's house and picked up her Yukon XL and the trailer and went promptly to pick Charles up at the vet. He was happy to see us and the dead horse had been removed from the premises so I didn't have to cover his eyes when we exited. He loaded fine and we maneuvered back in to traffic. I was driving down Main Street and saw a State Trooper pull up behind me. When you are pulling a trailer it is hard to see the lights on the State Trooper car flashing. I pulled in to the nearest parking lot and blocked all seven cars visiting the local feed store and pet shoppe. The trooper pulled in behind me. I knew I had not been speeding, which is the usual purpose for my being pulled over.
The handsome young trooper comes to the window and I'm looking tired and puzzled. I roll down my window and the look on my face says, "WTHeck!!" The trooper announces that the trailer registration is expired and as he says that he glances at the windshield just in time to see the expired inspection and he also informs me that one of my tail lights is out. He asks for my license and insurance. I look at him again with a completely puzzled face. He says, "Never mind, I will just look it up." He leaves my window and returns about five minutes later. I have seen nearly five families I know and one even rolled the window down to inquire about my infraction. I sort of wanted to say I stole a pony. At one point I told the trooper, "Don't mind me, I'm going to escape on my diabetic pony!" He smiled. I was only partially joking. Meanwhile we needed crickets for the gecko so I sent Chloe in to the pet store to purchase some while the officer finished issuing the citation. By this time, most of the owners of the vehicles I've blocked in are coming to their cars, staring at me, or acting annoyed.
Brett has been mostly quiet during most of the ordeal except when he says, "Mom, you got pulled over by the black and white car. This is really serious!" The officer returns to my window and I apologize for my terrible parking skills with a trailer. He assures me that it was the best possible parking considering our location. I smiled. He apologized for having to issue a citation, but felt it was imperative the trailer have registration since its current registration expired in 2010. I agreed. He then issued a warning for the five month past due inspection on her Yukon XL and the burned out tail light. I thanked him for his kindness and he encouraged me to call the judge if I had any questions. Confused I asked, "So I can just call up the judge and chat with him about all of this? Hi Judge!" "Yes ma'am" he replies. Tempting, very tempting. I asked the officer to please spread the word for no other officer to pull me over during the time it will take to go from this point to my home and then to return the trailer and Yukon XL to my friend. He laughed. I was serious. He walked away.
I pull out of the parking lot and at some point I sent my husband a text message about the situation. His text read, "Your ticket skills are weakening." Look MR, I can't really compete with expired registration from 2010. That is not a gray area. UGH!
After all of this craziness we still have to run to the pharmacy and I need to feed the kids. We eat and make it home to do homework. Chloe is not feeling well and has been complaining about a headache since Sunday when I returned from my trip. I focus on finishing homework with Brett when I hear Chloe talking to Siri. I overhear Siri saying, "Happy Bungalow Cat." I inquire and Chloe says, "Well, I changed my name so Siri now refers to me as Happy Bungalow Cat. Where does she come up with this stuff?? I finally tuck everyone in bed and walk in to the playroom to check the incubator and turn the eggs. There is a pile of Legos on the floor. I call to Brett to come and put them away where they belong, "Or I will throw them in the TRASH!!!!!" Brett, on his knees, mumbles, "It is the life cycle of the Lego. It is born, it is alive and it dies." Catching the end of his comment I ask, "What do you mean?" "Mom, when you buy them, they are born. You build them and they are happy and alive!! Then you throw them away and they are so sad. They die. That is the life cycle of a Lego." I wasn't sure if I should laugh or pat him on the back for learning something in science class and then correctly applying it to his Legos. I laughed and hugged him and tucked him back in to bed.
I sat down to write my blog but collected a dozen eggs first. I now have twelve dozen eggs in my fridge. Everyone has been laying lately so our supply is starting to grow again. On my way back to the house I looked down at the pony/goat barn and heard nothing. A stark contrast to the visit I made to the barn at 1am this morning to calm the goats as they cried for their pony. The cry is heart wrenching. Last night I stayed with the goats for about twenty minutes trying to calm them down. They were cold and they missed their giant cuddle pony. Tonight not a sound came from the barn. I imagined they were huddled together or the goats were fast asleep directly under their pony. Wherever they are, they aren't crying.
Tonight is the first night I'm starting to feel better. I hope to sleep more than three hours, as has been the case every night this week. It will help to have my husband home. It is always better when you have somewhere to put your cold feet. I hope everyone is feeling healthy and well. Sadly, as I receive good news and a healthy report on my pony, my friend's horse is battling some serious leg issues. It is so easy to get frustrated with the daily grind, but a healthy report for our children, animals, and loved ones is such a blessings. Not every one is so fortunate. I am so thankful for a pony with a clean bill of health(at least until his blood work returns in a week) who is home to love on his goats.(Day 50) Goodnight Friends.
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