The last post!

First off, please accept my apology for not posting last week.  I kind of let the week get away from me.

This will be my last post.

I'm just kidding! This is my last post of 2014. I am not giving up that easy. With next Thursday being Christmas, I am not going to worry about writing a post and missing out on all the fun.  Kids will be out of school, family gatherings... my mind will be mush.  This post will cover the last two, boring, routine weeks as well as tell all of you my New Year's resolutions.  If I tell them to you, perhaps it will help as an accountability program. So here goes.

The last two weeks have been rather monotonous with the sheep. Just trying to get them to trust me and making sure I give them the space to get over their shyness.  I did however mess up BIG this week.  One day the sheep or the goat let themselves out.  Now these sheep are still very skittish and I have said from the beginning that if they ever got out, they would be gone because we can't get close enough to them to get them to move where I want them to be.   I was in full panic mode as I am looking out my kitchen window and am seeing Rosie and Agrippa just grazing away.

My first thought was that they managed to leap the fence and that our pasture is now ineffective.  I am truly thinking that even if I manage to get them all back into the pasture, that they will all just jump over the fence again and I will just be back here again in no time.  As I head towards the barn I am moving slowly thinking that Caoihme, Grizelda and Bellisarious might have wondered into the barn to munch on the hay, and then I see it.  The reason they were able to escape (read that like Dory...e scapp A).  I had a brain fart the day before and did not chain the barn gate shut after feeding them.  Thank the Lord that they didn't figure out my screw up until the next day, but oh man, I was feeling super stupid.

Once I figured out how they got out, I felt slightly better about under taking the task of trying to re-pasture them...slightly.  When we got these sheep, the previous owners let their dog out to help corral them.  I am pretty sure that my 14 yr old lab/newfie mix could definitely chase them, but without already being in a pasture they would just bolt all helter skelter and IF he did catch them, he would try to eat them.  Luke was not an option.  The only thing I could hope for was that they would want more oats and I could bribe them back into the pasture.  I grabbed a bucket with some oats and started shaking.  Rosie was the first to come back into the pasture (no surprise there), but Caoihme is the leader of the group and she was not convinced that the oats I was shaking was going to be any better than the grass she was already eating.  One thing I have learned so far with Caoihme, is that if I crouch down on my heals, she will come closer to me.  I crouched down by the open pasture gate and sure enough, she came sauntering up to me to see what I had.  Once she realized that oats where what I had she ran into the pasture followed by the others.  Crisis averted.  I shut that gate and double chained it. Double checked that I chained the barn gate and then went inside to drink my coffee and curse myself for not chaining the gate.


Onto my resolutions...


I'll keep this short for this post, but here is what I am planning for 2015.

I want to run more, and eat better.  Make my Weight Watchers membership work for me.  I pay for it and I go to the meetings, but some where between my bank account, the meetings and my head all motivation to eat better is lost.  I am tired of that nonsense. So next year, you'll hear about my progress right along with the progress of the sheep. I'll even tell you my weight changes each week (not the actual weight but the fluctuations up or down).

I want to do my make up daily.  For as "hippy" as I am getting with my essential oils, I LOVE my Mary Kay.  Did you know I am actually a consultant for Mary Kay?  Yeah, I am not very talkative about it, but I am.  Next year, I want to be more talkative about it. I want to do my make up more.  Not because I feel like I need make-up, but because I like it.  I like feeling like not everyone can see my chicken pox scar on my eye lid. I like my eyes with my make up done. They're blue-er.

I also, want to run a half marathon! There! It's in print for the world to see (if they're looking).  So now I have to at least try to be physically ready to do it.  If it doesn't happen this year, early next year it will. :)

I hope you all will continue reading my journey as it changes and grows next year.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, from I Sheep You Not! See you next year.