It has been rather busy this week with a couple of very bad days. I have had some headaches this week that have nearly been the death of me. Today is off to a good start. I hope everyone is doing well. There have been those posts asking about the length of time it take to undecorate. Well, it is barely even started. Perhaps toady though i will accomplish something. yesterday i rushed around as much as I could with my head pounding. I had to be at a funeral at 1:30. I just did get ready in time and rush to the funeral home. As I rounded the courner I noticed there were only three cars. I was at the wrong place. For a moment I did not even know where it was. I did not go late. I went back home and rested before going to work. Yesterday was a total wash. I did nothing productive. I think I might hire a team of undecorators. If I filthy stinking rich I would. I am everything except the third descriptor. Well, anyway, I must go. More things to do.
About Me
- Jason Mullins
- In 2003, my wife Tabithia and I left our city home and embarked on an unexpected journey. Both of us have fulltime jobs outside of the home. When the work day is over we return home and begin working again. We have around 100 animals here. Many of which are owner surrendered or rescued. This 4 +/- acres of land that we call Fair Haven Farms is a little piece of heaven. Not everything is always grand, but we endure the negative and celebrate the highlights of our furred and feathered friends. The farm is available for travel. We participate in many educational programs. FHF also opens the barn doors for birthday parties and other events. Feel free to visit our Fair Haven Farm facebook page. We hope to see you soon. Until then may every day be FARMTASTIC!
6 comments:
I would pity you in your sea of Christmas decoration and all of the time and work it's going to take to UN-do it all... except that you bought yet more stuff a few weeks ago. Anyone who continues to bury himself deeper doesn't deserve any sympathy when it comes time to pack it all away. Just so you know, all of our decorations have been removed, packed, and stored neatly away in the shed. ~aaaahhhhhhhh~ Feels great! ;-)
I do, however, have pity on you for your headaches. Unless, of course, they are the result of the glare of the 4 billion Christmas lights for a month's time. Hhmmm... I'll pray for you. Whether for your head or your brain, you'll never know.
Sis Pam, I am not planning on being at Russellville. I am on call this weekend. So I will not be able to make that. I hope you all have a wonderful time
Sis Becki, those prayers are appreciated whether for HA or for brain. Both are warranted. I have bought a little more Christmas stuff at 80% off. It is such a sickness.
Since you're spending NO TIME blogging these days, will we be seeing you any in Pocahontas this week? I have a feeling you're next on NARR's list of "Most Wanted." ;-)
There once was a boy named Jason,
A strange and quirky lad;
He had potential and a clever wit,
But at blogging was very, very bad.
His life was full of weirdness,
Lots of strange things to share;
Things to bring joy and laughter,
To lighten the loads that we bear.
But he was a slacker, a loser, a bum,
He cared not of our cheerless plight;
He vanished from Blogland one day,
He seems to have taken flight.
He's forsaken his calling, his mission,
"The Ramblings of a Merry Heart;"
So he's hereby kicked out of the Blog Club,
He'll no longer have any part!
He's been banished, excluded, turned out,
Given the boot, dismissed;
His blogging days are over,
His link will no longer exist!
There's one small exception, one out, an excape,
For this loser who's doomed to exile;
His only hope to remain in Blogland,
Is to go the extra mile.
The only way he'll be readmitted,
His only way back in;
Would be a lengthy and colorful apology,
It's time that he makes amends.
So here is your warning, my friend (you slacker!),
Your one and only chance;
GET BUSY AND BLOG SOMETHING--AND MAKE IT GOOD,
I'm warning you in advance!
If you fail to comply you'll be very sorry,
Sorely punished, to say the least;
Your site will be deserted...right after we post:
BLOGGER JASON MULLINS IS DESEASED!
(THIS HAS BEEN AN OFFICIAL THREAT BY NARR; ANY ATTEMPT TO PICK APART THE POOR RHYTHM DISPLAYED THROUGHOUT THIS POEM FALLS UNDER SECTION 4B, MAKING YOU LIABLE FOR A POORLY CONSTRUCTED POEM TO APPEAR ON YOUR OWN SITE.)
Bec, how DO you do that??? You truly are your father's daughter! *shaking head*
HELLOOOOOOOOOOO JASON! Buck up, buddy, OR ELSE!
Ok, all the Christmas decorations are boxed away and waiting until next year. Work is crazy, and the Canadian Okie II needs to know if you're ever at HOME. I need to chat with ya or hear from ya over email. Have your people call me. We love ya Brother.
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