Monthly Archives: August 2008

Murphy’s Law or Why I Hate Deployments

Sgt left last week for a sandy place I like to call “the ‘ghan”. Sgt like to call it “the sandstorms, duststorms, people who hate you shithole.”

Everyone else calls it Afghanistan.

This is not a regular deployment for us. We don’t need another one of those, four is enough thanks. He’s gone for a short trip to deliver a product to some of his co-workers, set it up, show them how it works and how to repair it if it breaks down. I have no idea what this product is because he can’t discuss this part of his job and I’m OK with that.

Needless to say the day, the DAY, he left things started to break. Or get loose. Or get sick. It started Monday morning when I figured the carpet needed to have the vacuum run over it. With two St. Bernards it’s something that should be done everyday, sometimes twice a day, and I had neglected it over the weekend. I plug in the cleaner, hit the switch and immediately smell burning rubber. “This can’t be good.” I think and sure enough it’s not. After taking apart the head I find the reason behind the burnt rubber smell.

Burnt rubber.

The rubber thing that makes the bristles go around (yes that’s the technical term) is in two pieces because it has melted. No big deal, I have a replacement rubber thing. After replacing the rubber thing, cleaning out the bristles and putting it all back together I sit back and look proudly at my accomplishment. Who needs a man around to fix things huh?

Then I turn it on.

Strangely I smell burning rubber again. Quickly I shut it off, gather up Graeme and head into the Canadian Tire in town to buy a new vacuum.

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One of our lambs got out of the pen yesterday. It so desperately wanted to be with it’s mother it popped over a 4 foot gate. No small feat for this husky fellow.

I needed to get this lamb back in with the others so we can finish them on grains before they head off to market but he seems to know of this plan and refuses to cooperate with me. I left him with the ewes for the evening and told Nic that tonight we had to get him back into the pen.

Nic takes this sort of thing seriously and refuses to give up. He’s a tenacious teen. Just what you need when you are trying to catch a lamb that doesn’t want to be caught. Not what you need when he wants to got to a bush party with his friends. (The teen, not the lamb.)

It took Nic about ten minutes to get this lamb and it was luck that caught it. The flock was heading back out into the pasture and Nic spooked the lamb. Instead of running to catch up with the others this brilliant creature thought it would be safer to hide in the barn. The barn where all the other lambs were being kept.

Plain old shit luck, it’s the only way to catch one on it’s own.

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Sgt’s due home in a few days and I can guarantee that before he gets here one of us with become sick or injured in some way.

What do you think the ailment/injury will be Internets? And who will it affect? I’m taking wagers now and the closest guess will get a little something.

Show and Tell Sundays with Mel

 Show and Tell

This week I thought I would try something a little different for Show and Tell. I video blogged a tour of our evening chores here at Dunwaetin Farm*.  I hate the way my voice sounds so no making fun of my Canadian accent eh?

The boys “outed” themselves by using their names on the video. At first I wasn’t sure if I was going to post this but after talking with them about using their real names here they wanted me to post it. They are both very proud of the animals and love to show off. Not that you could tell from the video.

I’d like to do more video blogging in the future. Maybe a Q&A from commenters or perhaps a tour of our town. What would you like to see?

* Dunwaetin as in Done Waiting. It was Sgts idea to name our farm Dunwaetin and I love it. 

One Year

On August 3 we celebrated Graemes first birthday.

It’s hard to believe that one year has come and gone. It feels like Graeme has always been with us. He has been in my heart for as long as I can remember so maybe in some way he always has been.

 Newborn

This photo was taken on the day before the packers/movers were coming to move our family 200kms. Graeme was just 2 days old. We were posted once again and Graeme took it all in stride. Infact he slept through most of the hustle and bustle.

Birthday Boy

Before the cake …

Mmmmm Cake 

and after cake.

How quickly the year has gone by.

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

Thank you all for your comments on my last post. I did send out an email to the Donor Sibling Registry user basically stating that for Graemes privacy I did not feel comfortable sharing photos but would be happy to share developement milestones, medical info, etc. I also offered to send her the childhood photo of our donor if she did not already have it.

When Sgt and I started the whole diui process we had several criteria we were looking for in our donor, looks was not top of the list. We had a list of about 20 candidates. From that list we narrowed it down quickly by looking at the medical histories of each donor and his family. If the donor had any type of pet or food allergy he was crossed out. (Seasonal allergies were not an issue because I suffer from mild seasonal allergies.) If there were serious family health issues, again he was taken out.

Once we were down to about 8 donors we checked to see if there was a childhood photo. If there was none he was crossed off the list. From the 8 we were now down to 4. Our first choice had just two vials left so he was eliminated. Our second choice had 2 confirmed pregnancies and a son of his own. His photo looked very similar to Sgt as a boy and he matched all of our stats ie. height, weight, hair colour/texture, eye colour and blood type.

Unfortunately I miscarried twice while using this donor.

Our third choice had everything the first donor had except his blood type did not match either me (A+) or Sgt (O+). After a brief talk Sgt and I agreed that we planned to be open about using a donor if we had a successful pregnancy so having a different blood type* should not be an issue. We did not want to keep it a secret and have him come home from Grade 10 science class wondering why his blood type was different, who his ‘real daddy’ was and was his mama a ho.

*It was a good thing we had that frank discussion before using our donor because Graemes blood type (AB+) does not match anyone in the family.