Oh MY GOD !!!

OH MY GOD, I am so sore...I can't move....why oh why do I do this to myself..

I wanted to quit around 4 pm. planting trees and digging up sod...but R wanted to keep working until we got it done..so now my joints are on fire  and I will have to take one of those scary sleeping pills the docs gave me that make me have horrible nightmares....but I won't be able to sleep other wise.

We spent my birthday, yesterday shopping for a new tree, to replace the one we had to kill because it had black knot.... and the new one could not belong to the "prunus" family....so we chose an ornamental crab apple...with purple leaves and pink blossoms... we got a bit carried away because they were on sale...for 4o bucks and bought two...along with a Siberian larch...which I love...  so today we had to excavate some of the lawn to enlarge the planting bed to accommodate our newest members of the family...ahahaha  It should look lovely when they get a bit bigger...they are only about 6 feet tall right now...

I quite often feel like crying,  because I just don't think R is listening to me...I mean if  he were he hear me when I say I am done, I need to go inside...but I think he is just so used to me being able to work all day that he forgets I can't anymore...I mean, it would be nice if I could...but man just a few hours in the yard, working, digging and carrying pails of water....has done me in good. 

It is 10:3o pm and he has just left, to drive to Westlock to deliver  a few cull cows to the auction mart for tomorrows sale...he won't be home until at least midnight...I hate it when he pushes himself so much...he was up at 6 am this morning and we never quit working all day except for an hour at lunch...The farm sure doesn't bloody appreciate it...there is no reward just pain...his hip is bothering him and he is dragging his leg around most of the day...geez what a pair we make...but here we are....slaves to a god damn farm...uggghhh.

I got a gift card for Micheal's craft store, where I buy most of my painting supplies...yippee.   I made the most horrendous cake ever for my birthday..it sounded so good in the recipe...a Walnut Mocha Torte....but oh my god I had no end of trouble with it...right from the start...10 eggs, 1 cup of butter, etc.... it was supposed to be a grand statement....like thumbing my nose at getting old...but good grief was it bad...and on top of the crappy taste...dryness and general blah....it caused a fire in my oven....that's right...I had a fire in the oven.... the stupid wax paper you had to line the pans with, caught on fire...and one of the four cake layers, was scorched....hahahahah   what excitement...they don't make wax paper like they used to apparently...ahahah

Any way R and I are gagging it down...but I can feel my arteries hardening while we eat it....I finally froze the last two pieces of it tonight....It went so fast because we had help to eat it...yes....I know I am bad...but I forced my neighbours to each have a piece on Sunday night...and then this morning our friends who came over for breakfast coffee...had to gag down a piece each as well...so that helped a lot...next year I am making the old standby, black forest cake...R's favorite...we rarely eat cakes anymore...and it had been ages since we made a birthday cake...and could be that many more years again if that is the way they are going to turn out...ahahahahahaha

Tomorrow, if I can limber up before noon I hope to slip out and mow the lawn...driving my mower is no hardship...it is one of those front mount, zero turn ones that I just love...I had to hawk my future first grandchild's eye teeth for it but it has been worth it...
When my sister F was here last summer, she said she had mower envy....hahahaha I highly recommend one to anyone who has tons of grass to cut.

Thank you for all the birthday wishes, I truly appreciate your thinking of me.  I  have to  head to bed now...the pain killers are kicking in and I am yawning to beat the band here so, toodleloo every one...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz