Different kind of weekend.  Friday night found Tammy and I at her HPTC adult ed division Christmas Party.  Saturday night found us at the Shattuck Public Schools Christmas party.  The superintendent cooked fajitas for all of the staff.  The head custodian, Lourdes, made all of the salsas.  Way cool!!  What did your superintendent do this weekend?

      In between, Tammy and I hauled a trailer load of furniture to Weatherford, OK to move Duke into his first house.  He will now be working on wind turbines in the greater Custer county region.  Duke was waiting on us with his girlfriend and his buddy, Riley Girton.  The unloading went quick.  During the unloading, Tammy and I gave Duke his 21st birthday present.  Wicked cool piece of art that measures out in the 9mm range.  We then went and ate lunch.  

     After lunch, it was now time for Tammy and I to head back to Fargo.  Wait.  What?  Duke was also heading back to Fargo. At lunch he was making notes of what kind of household products to buy. This kid was amped about moving into his first house.  I guess months of living in New Mexico and then in a Motel 6 in Snyder, TX had him ready to have a steady place.  So, he drove to our piece of paradise, loaded his pickup and went back to Weatherford.  He was ready to settle in and he wanted ALL of his personal stuff–European skull mounts of deer, a Woodward District Grand wether goat bench and books.  Yes, books.   Those of you that have been around Duke may not know or understand this but Duke is a reader.  Lots of Louis L’amour if you are wondering.  

His mother even asked, “Son,  you need all of those books right now?” 

Duke replied, “Yes, I’m in my own place now and I might need to re-read some of these.”

Dragon lady, “I’m glad that you want your books but THIS is a priority?  Right now?”

He then replied, “Mom, I have had two books with me everywhere that I’ve been.  My bible and Lonesome Dove.”  Excuse me while I wipe a tear from my eye.  

      My dad has long asserted that Kelln males should be buried alive at age 15 and not dug up again until they are 25, at which point they are now productive and decent people.  He’s not entirely wrong.   

      Sunday afternoon found me going to Sweet’s to pick up a young buck prospect.  NO DOES!!  I had a family riding with me.  They are on fast-track to learn all of this goat info.  As we drove back towards home, I dispensed some old-school goat history lessons.  Upon arrival to Fargo, we went to the basement to look at some pictures.  Tammy broke out Kela’s FFA scrapbook.  Whew!!  We were now traveling down Memory Lane.  L&W boer goats, Ralph Shafer, Kelly Meat Goats, Harbour Livestock, the high seller of the FIRST ever Pfeiffer wether sale ($1,400 if you are wondering), Helms, Gallagher, Lex Lehmberg, etc.  I hadn’t seen this scrapbook in years.  Cool.  Wicked Cool.  

      One of the worst decisions ever made in the FFA was to allow portfolios instead of scrapbooks.  These portfolios are lifeless and have no meaning to the State FFA Degee Recipient.  Who gives a sack of monkey crap about a bio or essay about my sae.  Pics, pics and the paraphernalia that matches up with the pics.  

    I cooked supper tonight.  Shrimp, scallops, garlic butter taters and salad.  Wait.  I didn’t cook the salad.  The rest was edible but I shouldn’t be allowed to cook inside.  Leave me near a grill.  (I made a mess)

Random thoughts–Camouflage Lingerie.  Yellowstone was better this week.  Gas Station Sushi.  Hair sells but structure & balance never go out of style when gathering banners or cashing checks.  

Ostriches.  Yes, a big bird called an ostrich.