Guess what got delivered last night? Yep, just when I think I have gotten my shit together they bring in something to scatter it all over. Well, not my shit exactly but still. Who even knows what to do with it? OK, rhetorical really. If you have animals that digest vegetation. I.E. cows and horses … Continue reading Just when you get your $hit together…
Well, once more I sit down and take pen in hand. Well, how about keyboard on lap? What ever I have new things to write about! The ranch is getting a face lift. How about an up grade? Well, anyway something is going down out here! What is it I can hear you ask. (NO, … Continue reading Solar Power Update! At the bottom….
Yet another story from my klutzy childhood. It is amazing to me now that I made it out of childhood alive!! Guess what this one doesn't even have my BROTHERS to blame it on! We lived on a street with a big hill. One summer day the girls down the street were riding their … Continue reading Spoke vs Ankle?
Various people have various opinions on what "full growed" means. In cultures that have Quinceanera it is when your daughter turns 15 she is a woman . 16 means drivers license, 18 means voting, 21 means drinking. From there you have all the big 0's. You know 30, 40, 50 and as I have recently discovered 60!! One of the markers in my Dad's mind was drinking coffee...black coffee! So by that means of measure I am still in puberty! I drink what I like to call my ranchers coffee. Enough sugar to choke a horse and enough milk to drain a cow.
Remember when the most exciting thing in the world was a refund on a pop bottle? the days when 2 cents would fill up that little precious brown bag with wax lips, stretchy sugar necklaces, and those little dots on paper that tasted mostly of paper? One day while on the play ground at my … Continue reading POP Bottle – Disastrous Decision!
Wow It really is hard to find barbed wired that is still in use. Maybe because of things like this story!!You know I really should stay off of the internet – or at least Facebook. I saw a photo that exclaimed “Barbed wire, tearing jeans and ripping skin since 1867.” AND guess what?? Yep, I … Continue reading Barbed wire, tearing jeans and ripping skin since 1867
I don't know about everybody, but we had a frequent visiter at our home. He was called Mr. Nobody (because you know a sweet little GIRL wouldn't do that!!) He came around when anybody did something or forgot to do something that they were suppose to do. See if this sounds familiar to anybody: Mom: … Continue reading Mr. Nobody
Here on the Johnny Moore Ranch Christmas came rather early! Yep, September 7, 2017 at about 1:00 PM. John Deere made an appearance... instead of red and white fur it came in John Deere GREEN!! The man who dropped it off had a really unusual truck - well I think it was. In order to … Continue reading New Toy…
Remember how playing in the mud and making mud pies? Running at your Mom with your muddy hands? She would run until she got that look. The one that said "OK, fun is over now get cleaned up because YOU are not coming in the house like that!" Amazing what Moms could say with just … Continue reading Mud not as fun as it use to be…
OK, would you believe that I have been almost consumed with curiosity about a shed on the ranch. Taking my handy dandy pitch fork and shovel, I started digging. Would it be King Tuts Tomb? How about that story on the internet of finding antique cars in an old garage? Better yet the story about … Continue reading Treasure Shed!!