Happy New Beginnings!

It is that time of year where everyone says “happy new year!”, and some even go as far as making resolutions. With the way 2020 turned out, I feel as though we should look ahead as though it is a chance at a new beginning, and in a way it really is. We all have that uncertainty ahead of us, but we are in it together and as much as you are probably tired of hear that, it really is the truth. So, allow me to wish you a very “happy new beginning!”.

The holiday’s were low key for us this year, which made me happy because if you know me at all, December is my least favorite month, but we both took 8 days off and it was glorious. In that time off I realized that we do not take enough time off throughout the year. We work, we stay busy and we cram a lot into our 2 days off each week, but it is rare we take more than a week off each year. I think that needs to change and I have plans to make that happen for 2021. It’s going to be a pretty badass year, and I hope the same for you!

Ridiculously Weird Facts

  • Tomato sauce was sold in the 1800’s as medicine. Interesting
  • A donkey will sink in quicksand, but a mule won’t. I think we need a test donkey and a test mule to verify this weird fact.
  • Grapes light on fire in the microwave. I think someone should try this and let me know if that actually happens. I almost caught the house on fire Saturday, so I’m out.
  • There are almost 8 million possible seven-digit phone numbers per area code. I bet MtnMan could figure the different seven digit numbers out in less than a day. Seriously. His math skills are mind boggling. Although, I am math stupid, so that might be part of my amazement. lol
  • No number from 1 to 999 includes the letter “a” in its word form. I never thought about this, but holy shit, the ‘a’ only appears once you hit “one-thousand”
  • The opposite sides of a die will always add up to seven. hmmm.
  • Playing dance music can help ward off mosquitoes. So will OFF and staying inside.
  • Thomas Edison, who invented the lightbulb, was afraid of the dark. I feel like I have a deep connection with that guy.
  • Most American car horns honk in the key of F, which is also the same key as a telephone dial tone. Both are annoying
  • The entire¬†world’s¬†population could fit inside Los Angeles.¬† WHAT??

Snow, Snow and More Snow

We have had a very dry start to winter, with very little snow accumulation. In Early November we had a day of blizzard conditions, when there was no snow forcasted, and it gave me hope that winter was well on her way. But, that moved out almost as quickly as it blew in, and we’ve had no rain and no snow since. However, it has been freezing with below zero temps, warming up to the mid-thirties by 1p, just long enough to make it feel sweltering and then it drops back to below freezing. I do love that because I’ve never been a fan of the sun. It’s a love hate relationship, really. I know we need the sun for beautiful flowers and trees, but too much of it is ridiculous! lol. I have, and always will be, a lover of gloomy days with torrential rains and freak snow storms.

So, it is with a very happy heart that I share with you our snowy forecast. They are expecting 4-6″ with heavy winds lasting through the weekend. This is very good news for us because we are so dry that when the wind blows, the dirt flies, and that’s creating a big dust ball, also known as Abby the Golden.

Your Favorite Holiday Movie

There are so many to list, so I won’t, but I’d love to know what your favorite holiday move is.

For me, it will always be Christmas Vacation.

Good News: The Owl Lives!

Early this week I shared with you our experience with the “Owl vs. Eagle”, and today I have some good news to share with you.

We drove through the canyon yesterday, and checked the bush where Mtnman left the owl after his traumatic experience with the eagle. He was not there, nor were there feathers or other debris that would tell us he met a dreadful end. Nope. There was no sign of him, and this made me so happy. As we were leaving the canyon the owl flew over us, dipped his wings (a wing wave), circled back and over us again, before flying off. I choose to believe that was him and he was showing his thanks to us for helping him to safety.

Nature is beautiful, but sometimes those who live in the wild require some assistance, and that is okay. It’s much like the orphan elephants; without sanctuaries, such as the Sheldrick Foundation, many would not survive the trials and tribulations they have been forced to endure.

Eagle vs. Owl

Sunday we were out and about, driving into a canyon in the mountains. An owl flew over head and into a crevice of a rockface, and I thought what a neat sight to see. I’ve always been fascinated by owls because Granny loved her some owls. Her house had owl clocks, figurines and nicknacks, cookie jars and plates. Like I said, she loved her owls. Here in Nevada I’ve had the chance to see a lot of owls and I am just in awe each time we come across one. We were in the canyon for probably about an hour and as we were making our way out, we saw a bird (of sorts) that couldn’t seem to take flight and when he did, he’d drop. I thought it was a crow and said- “he better not have my owl!”. MtnMan parked and we walked just a few feet off the road to find an eagle with an owl sitting upright, but they were locked together. Although eagles are a sight to see, there was no reason to go after my owl! The eagle tried to take off, the owl screamed and then dropped a few feet to the ground. He sat and stared at us with big, beautiful eyes; it was the closest I have ever been to an owl. MtnMan gave him a massage with a very long stick, trying to check it for injuries. Owl let MtnMan inspect him, from afar, and even closed and opened his wings, with some help. He kept looking at both of us, but never attempted to fly off or attack. Once MtnMan knew for sure he wasn’t injured, or at least, nothing obvious, he took a chance to pick him up to move him to cover, and hopefully safety. MtnMan carried him to a bush, and he never once tried to claw him but he also would not open his talons to latch onto a branch, which was a little concerning to both of us.

We left him, comfortably resting under the bush, out of the sun and hopefully hiding from predators, most importantly from the damn eagle. We are going back on Wednesday to check on my owl and I really hope he is gone and there is no carnage. Poor guy. I know it’s nature, but I want this owl to survive.

Dig Deep, Find Your Happy

Welp, the last post was a complete flop. Let’s try a different approach.

Until recent years, I despised the holiday’s, but circumstances changed and now I truly do not mind them. I actually enjoy shopping for gifts for our nieces and it is always good to spend time with family over food.

In my previous post I said that the best part of December was that we are getting closer to Thanksgiving, but that’s not really how I feel. I try not to wish my life away because before I know it, it will be gone.

There are many things that I enjoy about December. The cold. The snow. Our days off which are always spent in the mountains during winter months. And, yes, even December 25th. It’s good to gather, although a very small group, and catch up over food while giving the girl’s our gifts. That is my favorite part, to be honest.

My absolute favorite memory of Christmas was when my twin and I were 5 and under. One of my older brothers (13 yrs older than us) would get so excited about it that he would wake us up with so much holiday cheer it was infectious. I would stumble to the living room where he was waiting for us, all smiles and ready to be Santa, handing out the presents. He was more excited about surprising us with some pretty awesome toys, than what Mom and Dad got him. He was our santa and he played the role perfectly.

Share Your Favorite Part about December.

I would like to get some engagement on the blog, so please do share with us what your favorite part of December is.

It is only fair that I go first. With each day gone, we are one day closer to Thanksgiving! Okay now your turn. GO!

Ornery Abby

Abby has become quirky over the last few months, often saving her breakfast for dinner. She will look at her food, sniff it and walk away, and for the longest time it would worry me. I googled it, talked to the vet, had tests run and she is a healthy, happy golden. There is no reason she has stopped eating breakfast with the gusto we came to adore. None.

To get her excited about eating (and mostly to stop me from worrying she was going to starve to death), MtnMan started playing a game with her. One that she looks forward to each morning now. She sees me getting her food and she runs to MtnMan and he pretends to hold on to her, not letting her go to her dish. If he doesn’t hold on, she does the whole act of being held against her will and it is quite comical. This works most mornings. She will run to her dish and take each, individual kibble, and slowly chew. When we are in a rush to leave the house, this is somewhat annoying because we have to stand next to her while she enjoys her breakfast. But, she eats, so it is what has become part of our routine.

Friday morning we left the house before sunrise, so I packed her breakfast in her lunchbox and once we were rolling down the interstate I poured her breakfast into her to-go bowl. She nudged MtnMan from her backseat, so he held her snout while pretending to not let her eat. She pried herself loose and quickly sniffed her breakfast and then looked at me before laying down on her bed. It sat there for a bit, so I started to put it back into her lunchbox and she quickly sat up, licking her lips and sticking her head as far as she could, trying to get to her food. MtnMan took a few kibbles, placing them on the console and she whole-heartedly scarfed them down. I poured the food back into her bowl, she sniffed, looked at me and went to her window to stare out at the passing cars. Pfft. I started to put the food back into her box, same reaction. MtnMan laughs and puts a couple pieces onto the console, where she scarfs them down and leaves slobber in their place. What the hell? Again, I pour the food into her bowl, same damn reaction. If I didn’t love her as much as I do, I’d have tossed her food out the window for the coyotes to enjoy! But, as it is, she is my girl and I am just baffled. We repeat the events, food back in box, MtnMan gives her some kibbles, she scarfs them down with gusto and looks at me as if I am the bad guy. This time, however, I put just a handful in her bowl and the same reaction. After I looked away, she smiled at MtnMan; she knew what she was doing. After that I put it away and told her she could starve! She sat there staring at me in dismay for awhile before gruffing and laying down for a morning nap. MtnMan thought this transaction between Abby and me was laughable. He said she’s got my number, and he is right, she does.

Later that day we were enjoying a beautiful view of the snow-capped mountains, eating lunch and she had her deadpan stare locked in on me. I suddenly remembered she didn’t eat much of her breakfast and probably thought I was retaliating by starving her. I poured her food for her and she did not chew much, she scarfed it down before I took it back.

She has become ornery and she loves to make me worry, I am convinced of that!

What I am Thankful For

I had planned to blog daily this month, sharing with you what I am most thankful for. As you can see, I was an epic failure in that regard, seeing as though I have only posted a couple threads and here we are, two days away from Thanksgiving. Yes! Two days! Oh my, how I love this time of year. More specifically, this month, this week and the day of the turkey. The day that I eat one slice of turkey because it is one tradition I cannot seem to break away from. Traditions. They are good to cherish and to hold on to. Some are worth tossing, while others have a stronghold. The one slice of turkey is one that I cannot break away from, despite my deep hatred for all things turkey. It’s a dry meat, there is nothing good about it. Yes, I have had it smoked, deep fried, BBQ’d, baked, roasted and more. I do not like turkey. End of discussion.

Good grief, I slid into another post, getting away from the topic at hand. Let’s start over.

I am thankful for sunrises and sunsets; for mountains and trees. I am thankful to see the beauty in every day, and I’m thankful to have an optimistic outlook. I am thankful.

This year our plan was to have a small gathering of 7, reconnecting with the parents and catching up with the nieces. We have since decided to stay home and bake cornish game hens instead. It will be a very quiet day of relaxing and maybe a movie, or three. It’s been awhile since we’ve watched a movie and I figure it’s time that we make Netflix work for their money. lol. Truthfully, I am looking forward to our day at home, with no plans, no schedules, and no people. Plans change, but that does not mean that Thanksgiving won’t be just as wonderful as it always has been for me. It’s a day to reflect and be thankful. I’m thankful. It is my favorite day of the year!

That does mean that I will be breaking my tradition of eating one slice of turkey for Thanksgiving. Who knows, maybe this is the beginning of no more turkey for me. Would that be a bad thing? I don’t know. I’ll let you know on Thursday. lol.

I know this is only a US holiday, so those that are elsewhere in the world, I hope that you have a wonderfully beautiful week. For those of you that are celebrating my favorite day, please enjoy it for what it is and no matter how you spend it, be happy and find peace with where this year has gone. It will soon be over.