Sunday, August 24, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Laurel seems to share my twisted sense of humor over certain things, one of them being our pets. Here is a 'letter' that she sent to me this morning. It is so cute and shares my sentiments exactly, so I wanted to share it with all of you:
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm!
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, bark, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years -- canine attendance is not required.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog’s butt. Rather than the other way around. I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it 'fur'niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Remember: In many ways, dogs are better than kids because they:
1. Eat less
2. Don't ask for money all the time
3. Are easier to train
4. Normally come when called
5. Never ask to drive the car
6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends
7. Don't smoke or drink
8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions
9. Don't want to wear your clothes
10. Don't need a 'gazillion' dollars for college
11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.
Sasha and Jeremiah, 'looking pretty' on mom's couch at Christmas time.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I have been watching Puke and Snot since the mid-seventies. I can remember watching their show when Hubert Humphrey was touring the Ren Fest grounds. My brother shook Senator Humphrey’s hand! Every year, for over 30 years, I sat in the stands watching as some lucky lady received “the rose” during their show. But three years ago, I was the one that got that rose! I have carefully dried it, and that rose will go into my casket with me when I die. I made my family swear to it!! It was a most memorable day, one that I will never forget as long as I live. (I might add here that my daughter went to see the show all by herself one year, and she got that rose on her very first try!!! Brat! ;)
I will take my mother to the Renaissance Festival again this year, along with my daughter and my very good friend, Kenny Schmitt. He may be what some folks call 'handicapped,' but he is a lot smarter than many people I know that supposedly are 'normal.' And the four of us will go to all the familiar booths for all the familiar food (spinach pie, oh! to die for!!) and all the familiar items. But it will never be quite the same, without the familiar face of one of the funniest men we've ever known.
Thanks for all the good memories, dear friend...May you rest in peace.
Mom, Melissa, Kenny, Dan (Don's son), and Don
Kenny and the Scottish tortoise
Mom and Kenny beneath an archway of branches. I want to make one of these!
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Meanwhile, the flowers that I planted just this spring are happily blooming. Everything at the farm is at its peak now, just about ready to BURST due to its fullness. The corn, the blooms in the gardens, even the grass. I saw a few fallen leaves from the Cottonwoods today. Summer looks – and feels – like it is starting to wind down. It makes me a little sad. I love summer so much! But, like everything else in life, we enjoy it while we can. And then, move on.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Momma (aka: Starlight) let us come right up and stand and watch. He walked all around his mom, and ate his lunch, and then laid down right underneath her and took a little nap. Don called momma into the pen to have some pellets and a long drink of water, and then - after locking the gate! - we went over to inspect the little guy. And at that point we found out that he was actually a little boy. Don was hoping so badly for a little girl, but, as you can see, he is delighted with his little boy:
Here are more pictures of our 35-pound miracle:
Remember when we had a Red Dawn this morning? It really did act like it was going to be stormy for awhile, but no bad weather actually happened. Just a little wind, and some gorgeous clouds. You know, I have never been to Hawaii, and I hear the sunsets are beautiful there…but I don’t see how any sunsets can compare to the ones that we have out here on the prairie. I’ll share with you tonight’s sunset:
We hope that you have a wonderful day tomorrow. Blessings to you all….
THANK YOU for being so kind as to share with me!
Also, I purchased a yearling Boer buck goat on Saturday. He was just one year old in July. He is an absolute sweetheart! They called him “Little Billy,” but since we already have a Billy, I want to change his name. I have not thought of anything yet. Have any suggestions?? If so, write them in the comments for this page!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
We promised both the kids and one another that we would “CUT DOWN” on the garden size this year. We have worked far too hard on the gardens the last few years and gotten little else done. So, with that in mind, we purchased only 4 teeny-tiny tomato plants in a little tiny 4-pack. Problem is, there were two tomatoes in each little square, and so we ended up with 8 tomato plants. OK. So here I am, standing next to ONE (mind you) tomato plant…
And that is not the end of it! Here is just one small section of what each and every tomato plant is producing:
I don’t know how many bushels I am looking at for canning, here, but I have a feeling that it is going to be unreal. It is just amazing what a little crap will do. Speaking of crap, Don is giving me crap all the time anyway. Why, just the other day I was checking out the corn, and I found this staring back at me:
This is broomcorn:
These are squash and pumpkins:
And the darned summer squash and zucchini have gone crazy…
So much for "CUTTING DOWN!!!" If anybody wants anything from the garden, please, PLEASE feel most free to come on down and partake of the garden’s abundance! And if you do, you may want to lock your car doors upon your arrival… otherwise, you might return home just to find a trunk or back seat full of zucchini and summer squash!!
(Year-old raspberries, and broom corn)
Here’s hoping you’ll have a great day!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
I have always known that my animals are weird. From cows that let me ride them, to dogs that understand what I am telling them without having to utter a word, to sheep that run into the house and leap on a specific chair and ask to be fed…you name it, they are weird. And the chickens fit right into that category. Our Gold Stars run right up to you and ask to be picked up or petted. They enjoy being carried around, and ride ‘shotgun’ on the four-wheeler. They peck at your shoes, and fly up on your shoulders for a ride.
We have a total of five hens. Three Gold-Stars, and two Leghorns. The Leghorns are getting to be over a year old now, and their production days are over. I have not seen a white egg in over a month. This past Friday night I went into the hen house to collect the eggs. I found only the brown variety. I looked at the two Leghorns sitting on the roost, and asked, “Has either one of you ever heard of dumplings?” One of them issued a very loud “ba-GOCK!!!!” And flew down off the roost and tore out the door. I just laughed.
Well now the Gold Stars have started acting weird, in the egg-laying department. I don’t know if this all has to do with the hot, muggy weather, or they all think this is just one big, happy joke…
On Saturday night I went in to gather eggs and shut the chickens in for the night, and when I reached into the nest box I found a surprise waiting for me…
And right beside the Eggus humongus was this:
My friend Connie has Americana’s. They are the rainbow-colored egg layers. She gave me some of her fertilized eggs (totaling eighteen) to put in our new incubator, and I added eleven Guinea eggs as well. Yes, I know. I AM a glutton for punishment. I am hoping that they are mostly all females. Enough of that “Kung-Fu” crapola…
Well, I hope that you all have enjoyed the weekend and are refreshed and ready for the week ahead. Here on the farm, it will be more mowing, hauling round hay bales for the winter, and adding a string of barbed wire to the top of the goat fences. Somebody - won't mention any names - keeps getting out!