Just when you get your $hit together…

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…

Old Age…Yep it is here! I thought it would take longer.

Friday nights thru the ages (MY ages)!! 20's – who has the best (cheapest!) happy hour? Dancing so good and looking so fine! No better way to spend my time!! 30's – who is hanging out at Dimples (local bar) Friends and drinking what better way to spend my time? 40's – what time is the … Continue reading Old Age…Yep it is here! I thought it would take longer.

Rights vs Consequences

  Wow, facebook seems to be agog for the football season. I will stand for the flag when ever it is presented that is my privilege earned by many many brave men and women. I think that they are little confused between rights and consequences. They have the right to do what they are doing … Continue reading Rights vs Consequences

Weening Day 1 & 5

The shadows are long, and the chore list is short(er) than it was this morning. Ok unless you are living in a cave or just not reading my blog you might not know that I am trying to "Grow where I send thee!". So I am trying to be countryfied. This means that a lot … Continue reading Weening Day 1 & 5

All Gave Some…

All gave some and some gave all.... and some of the ones that gave the most are the ones that are still giving. Veterans in WWI and WWII called it shell shock. Today they call it PTSD. It means they have seen and done things that will never leave them. I have to say that … Continue reading All Gave Some…

Writing

Not sure if I will post this or not. But I just have to write it down. When I was in about 7th or 8th grade I had an English teacher that I thought was really nice. She was a little Irish woman with an accent. Every St. Patrick's Day she would have a big … Continue reading Writing

Spoke vs Ankle?

  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?

Full Growed

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.

Newer Toys! Update at the bottom

I don't know how many of you remember when hay came in bales that weighed about 50 lbs. I remember them being heavy. Now they weigh in the tons category. Anybody want to come out and heft those for a day or two? Well, I know I don't! I am not even sure I could … Continue reading Newer Toys! Update at the bottom

POP Bottle – Disastrous Decision!

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!