Well, those does that we pulled cidrs on yesterday morning were hot tonight.  You can even add another that I thought was bred.  She was hot to trot tonight.

There is a pot pie cooling off for me to eat tonight.  We are counting down the weeks till I can order my favorite turkey pot pie in some major city out west.  Not looking forward to the drive and I didn’t like having to pay for a trailer parking spot AND a fitting area.  All of these shows are learning how to maximize income from every angle.  At some point, enough is enough.  But, I paid it.  Tammy and I started showing with Kela in 2000.  The end is near.

A couple of years ago, I wrote on here about sitting and watching a boy walk his older sister to school each day while holding her hand.  He still does.  There are challenges in their day to day life.  Mine too.  My challenge is too be in a bad mood when this boy is in my classroom.

People, this boy and his good friend are in 2nd hour ag class.  My day is made in this class.  First, it is my small class–2 boys, 2 girls.  All 4 great kids.  Dramatic differences between the 4, but all gr8.

Last week, we loaded up and headed to the vet clinic.  I needed to get some straws of semen checked.  The ladies at the vet clinic entertained us for a bit.  We dug out a straw or two out of the tank, then one of them took it to the back.  She came back with a good report.  Then she asked if the kids wanted to look.  YES!  That is what I had planned.  One of the girls is from successful stock show family, she knew what was happening.  The boys–not so much.

The first one looked and then exclaimed, “There are moving organisms on the slide.  I see moving organisms. ”

The next one took a gander.  He hadn’t looked through many microscopes. A little coaching was in order. Finally, he saw the moving stuff.  But, he didn’t ask what it was….until we got in the pickup.

He asked, “Mr. Kelln what was that squiggly stuff on the microscope?”

I said, “You really don’t know?”  He replied, “NO!”

His buddy said, “That was semen.   I don’t know if it was bull semen, goat semen or what but it swam like semen.  I saw a video on the internet like that.  It was semen.”

Now, he exclaimed, “EEWWWW!!!!  I think I need to wash my glasses off after looking at that.”

Then, we got back to the ag building.  The bell rang for 3rd hour.  The others left.  He waited at the door until nobody was left around.  I said, “You better get your butt to history or Coach will be mad at you.”  He looked twice to make sure the coast was clear and nobody else was around.  Then he told me, “I farted so loud this morning in bed, I woke myself up.”

Of course, I laughed until I cried.  I don’t know whether to feel honored that he told me this or scared that I am going to hear more.  Yes, you are right.  I can’t wait till the next comment from this dude.

This class is so hot, several seniors are already trying to arrange to transfer into it next semester. Not so fast.  These 4 don’t want anybody else.  Rationale–there are 4 seats in the ag pickup.  Can’t argue with that.  The girls are writing an application to be in 2nd hour ag.  There will be an interview process.  I have a feeling that it will be harder to get into Harvard than it will be to join 2nd hour ag in Shattuck, America.

Speaking of kids that are on fire.  How about Addy Schneberger?  She won a state speaking title as a 5th grader.  Several years ago, her dad and I were sitting together the night before the Champion’s Choice jackpot.  She was by herself, talking in different voices, pitches and using enunciation to take orders like she was a waitress.  Her dad was like “WTH are you doing?”  I was like, leave her alone.  Kids that will do that on their own will win speech contests.  I’m glad to know that I was right.  I bet she wins more.

I’ve got to get away from this keyboard.  I smell like a mixture of pig poo, goats, welding fumes, burnt flesh (mine) and I’m burping a pot pie.  Historically, this ain’t a mixture that the Dragon Lady finds as hot.

Have a good one and a better tomorrow.