Hitting submit the other night has turned in to an almost cathartic moment. Boom!  It’s done and out there.  I even had the Dragon Lady proofread it for me (and she hates the blog).  Nobody should have been offended.  If offended, that’s your problem.  I/We will help people, but it is now on our terms.  I shoud have done this years ago.  I will reminisce on occassion about those Sunday afternoons when there were piles of people working goats here.  It was cool, but I’m glad it is in the past.  If you need/want help…call.  If you are scared of the answer, call someone else.  

“Are the Kelln’s done showing? ”  NO.  Don’t ask stupid questions!

I’ve enjoyed watching some facebook videos.  Anytime a dude can tie brisket and tenderloin in a message, they have my attention.  Especially, when they can bring it all back home.  

I hate to admit it, but I had fun buying pigs this weekend.  I left with a popper in the pickup and came home hooked up to a gooseneck trailer.  I had an online purchase to pickup.  AND, I thought that I might get 2, maybe 3 more bought at the sales.  WRONG!  I ended up with 11.  We unloaded my popper and I hooked on to Schoovy’s trailer.  He now has my popper and I have his gooseneck. I call that a GOOD TRADE!  

If you want to witness stress free people–watch TravASS Schovanec and I at hog sales.  What?  These things seem cheap compared to a goat sale.  Speaking of goaters at pig sales.  I was standing there at the Okie Throwdown watching people throw some serious cash at some dang nice porcine prospects.  The goat power present at this sale was powerful.  The whole Pfeiffer clan was there as well as some guy that looks like Glen Martin’s skinny brother.  Throw in Bryan Kennedy, Schoovy, Mikey Thompson and there was some real goat power present.  

Maybe I’m wrong.  But if you are going to bid on your own animals via phone during the auction, shouldn’t you have phone signal?  IDK.  

I’m listening to some Real Men of Genius commercials  I love these things.  “Whoever beholding that thing, beholding one ugly sweater.”  Well written, clever and clean.  Impressive.  Back in the mid 2000s, Tammy and I hauled Tyke and his bride to a Cardinals game.  It was memorable.  Something about a pony ride and I bought a CD of Real Men of Genius commercials.  I still laugh at these things.  

Tammy is worried about me running into this vance guy that is the wanted man in this big man hunt.  He has been “sighted” all over Oklahoma and even in the TX panhandle.  I told her, “Honey, if he runs into me and I’m in one of my moods, I’m pretty sure that he will turn himself in.”  

Cheers and here’s to having a great day and a better tomorrow.