I am about to be politically incorrect...maybe it is the cold that I have and the fever and chills that keep hitting me, but I am home sick today and I have had the television on for company, even though I am not really watching it. What the hell has happened to our world? I guess that I have missed a lot in the past few years, not having access to daytime television at work. I have to repeat my question...what the hell has happened to our world? Really? Do we not have better things to think about and debate. Honey Boo Boo....seriously????? Or am I just feverish or have I picked the one day in the year that the populace has lost its brains? I used to have a healthy respect for the journalism of Anderson Cooper. When his name came to mind, I envisioned projectile rockets, terrorism, genocide, Anderson risking his life to get behind enemy lines to show us the atrocities that we need to know about to affect change and make the world a better place. I think, today and forever more, I will have a different take on him. Did a piece of mortar shell hit him in the head? Is he experiencing post traumatic stress syndrome? I don't get it. I am going back to bed. Maybe this is just a bad dream. People peeing in bottles to save $10.00 a month on water bills, a Honey Boo Boo generator that will tell you what her made up name for yours would be, seriously? I think I am delirious...zzzzzzz

This is how my weekend went down...snow, snow and more snow. Poor little Rusty! He got buried alive in the heavy snow that we received over the weekend. Jackie couldn't resist setting up a little photo shoot to capture the weather. Last winter, we had relatively little snow and the girls and I had no trouble getting into the workshop, but I have a feeling that this winter is going to be a bit different than last! Mike is out plowing snow off the road so that we can get into work today, and I have been busy this morning cleaning the porch and floors in the house, that are covered with a host of boots, coats and mittens. I tried to swing a "snow day" today and phoned the girls to see if they really wanted to come to work, or if there was nothing pressing, could we just cancel the day due to lack of interest. It sucks to have responsible staff!!!! They decided that we really did need to work, so we are just waiting for the road to be opened. I might just pull the "boss" card and not go over. I am really trying to get this house in order. We had out of town guests for seven days and I am feeling like I need to set things straight today, to be able to get on with this week's scrapbooking work. This weekend, one of our guests from Vancouver Island (an old school friend of Mike's) had a camera lens that I would kill for! He paid over $3000.00 for the lens and I sure wished that I could have played around with it a little more. It was massive and heavy and ohhhh so lovely!! Mike, Allan and Dario spent the week driving around and taking photos, you could see the frost on the noses of the deer, one or two fields away with this lens! I want one. I want one so bad!!! So, today as I am putting away all of the stuff that the guys left laying around, cleaning floors and doing laundry, I am dreaming of warm weather and camera lenses. One day, one day, I am going to get me one of those!

This is Andrew's new mistress - he spends all of his time with her... polishing, shining the mirrors, wiping the floors. Poor Kayla has some serious competition for Andrew's attention. I knew as soon as Andrew and Mike went to the auction sale that they were going to bid on this truck and I knew that Andrew was going to dig deep into his bank account to make it happen. The very first day, he spent his time getting the previous owner's decals off of the doors and windows and ordering more chrome on line, because one can never have enough shiny chrome! As soon as he got it insured, he was loading hay bales out of our field and heading down the road. It only took a couple of days and he was hot on the trail of a flat deck hay trailer and with a little help from an observant friend, he found one down by Fort Macleod. A little more money out of the bank account and he is in business. We are benefiting from his new toy, as he is hauling our hay out to the ranch that purchased it all. On the weekend, I was standing outside the workshop with Peyton, and Andrew came up the hill, heavily loaded. As he past the workshop, he tooted on the semi's horn to surprise Peyton. She was so shocked that she almost jumped out of my arms! The sound was so eerie and haunting! It scared her to death. I had to do some sweet talking to get her to calm down and smile, but she still wasn't too sure about that loud sound, and she kept shaking her head and saying "no,no" when I would say that it was Uncle Andrew in there. We had to go in and watch Bugs Bunny to make her happy again. I love to hear the tractor loading hay and the sound of the semi going through the gears to climb the hill in our hayfield. Andrew should be very proud of himself!