It is the world that we live in.  ESPN has changed a lot in our society over the past 30 years.  I’m not knocking them.  I spent over the past decade starting my weekdays with Mike & Mike.  Now, since that show has come to a close, I started with a new show that still has Golic.

We now analyze, rank and critique every high school, college and pro athlete.  There are numerous internet and magazine publications dedicated to the news of college football recruits.  Every major college is ranked and given a score for each class of recruits that they sign.  Then, there are days of tv filled with these college kids heading to the nfl combine and then an entire week dedicated to the draft–several days talking about who will go where, then three days of the draft and then several days talking about who went where, too high or too low.

ESPN, combined with social media, has changed the way coaches are hired and when they are fired.  Too many coaches are fired too quickly in a knee jerk reaction to keep fans happy.  Sometimes, it takes a while to build a program.

I have seen Facebook posts of Okie State fans wanting Gundy gone.  They are retards. He has built this program into a consistent winning team.  Of course, I wish that he could beat ou more often.  But, his teams consistently win 9 or 10 games a year.  That didn’t happen very often before him.  He is the winningest coach in OSU history.  And if they did let him go, why would anybody want to replace him?  He has also built it with out getting the top flight recruits.  The current team only has one 4or 5 star recruit.  And that dude originally signed with LSU and transferred.  So, the rest of the team, including Mason Rudolph and James Washington were 3 star or lower recruits.  That is a sign that these coaches recognize talent and are able to build players.  However, it would be nice to have a few more of those “can’t miss” prospects on the roster.

Our stock show industry operates in much the same way.  Lots of people worry about which bull, buck or boar is the sire.  They only want to buy out of the current “hot” sire.  They only want to buy the best looking in the pen.  They aren’t interested in the next best one, even if they can’t afford the “good” one.

Some buyers cannot recognize a bargain.  If it doesn’t cost a certain amount, it ain’t good enough.  And there are those who worry too much about what others are spending, instead of just finding the best one to fit their budget.  You know, in ESPN draft terms, the best available player on the board regardless of position.  I routinely get out bid by Texans.  Oh well, we don’t have to show against that one.

And once the animals are on feed and then shown, there are those who never get out shown, out fed or out worked.  But they don’t always win either.  They always get beat because of, yep, you guessed it—-politics.  It is always the judges fault.  Granted, sometimes, they are correct.  But, dang sure not every time.

I have been guilty of all of the above.  I have bought goats that I had ranked really high and then got them bought far cheaper than I expected.  Then I spent the drive home wondering what was wrong with them.  Kind of like Dan Marino falling in the ’83 draft.  Those are normally the kind that I like.

I have also bid too far on some that didn’t turn out as well as expected.  Maybe, I wanted them to be better than they were because they were out of a certain buck.  Or maybe they just looked a little too good that day and that was the best day of their life.  Kind of like Tony Mandarich in the ’89 draft.  Yeah, he got drafted in front of 3 future hall of famers–Barry Sanders, Derrick Thomas and Deion Sanders.

I have sold goats that turned out to be busts.  I didn’t and don’t like it, but it happens.  In 2015, I sold a set of 5 wethers at Norman that all brought a pile of cash.  I thought that they were good.  They sold real good.  But not all have them turned out.  The highest priced one crapped out.  3 of the 5 made the premium sale at Woodward District with one being grand.  Two of them made the sale at OYE with a 3rd one being first alternate.  Not a bust, but I still wonder how and why that one didn’t click.

I have also sold goats that I knew were dang good and they didn’t bring near what they should have.  In 2014, we had the labor day sale here at the farm.  I had a Rumour x Dirt wether that I thought was wicked good.  He wasn’t skinny and green.  I knew that he would bring $4 to 6K.  I knew it so much, I didn’t even have him price protected for Duke.  But, he brought $2,25o.  Bad for Duke but luckily for all parties, he went to a good home and ended up being bronze medallion at OYE in 2015.

Too many feeders will want to change brands of feed in mid-stream.  Or use some useless additive because they heard so and so was using it.  Or they give up on one because he doesn’t look like a champion in November but when those genetics kick in could look good come March.  Or they start listening to the wrong people or worse, they listen to too many people.  And there are those like me, that should listen to somebody other than the voices in my own head.  I can get like some Okie State fans and just be retarded.

Not much of a point with this post but it all kind of fits.  Have a good one and a better tomorrow. Peace out!

I was ready for this break.  Although we weren’t in school, I did spend several days dealing with livestock projects.  Unfortunately, there were several pigs that need doctored.

Thanksgiving day brought a pile of people to our house.  Smoked turkeys and LOTS of good eatings were provided.  The pile of pies that I bought did not stack up to the home-made pies.

We did get a little bit redneck Thursday afternoon.  The weather was perfect and nephew Jett wanted to practice shooting.  Tammy let us use the pumpkins that were stacked around outside for decorations.  It didn’t take long to decide to cut one pumpkin open and insert a pound of tannerite.  Then we stacked more pumpkins on top and around that one.  It was awesome.  Pumpkin parts were scattered all over the pond area.

Friday found us AIing cows.  Saturday brought a day of building goat pens and moving does and bucks around.  One thing with goats, there needs to be a strategy when building pens and goats.  There needs to be alleys, catch pens and dividers that keep does from destroying panels.  An aerial shot of my various pens would look like a Chinese gopher tunnel system but it works.

Have a good one.

Seems like some of the recent posts have gotten a bit long.  Not this one.

Athletes are too glorified.  The nfl, baker mayfield and numerous others prove me right.  If they can’t act right…can their ass…no matter how good they are.  Too many $s.  The fans control it but won’t.

Hunting is a skill but sometimes, it too is a bit glorified.  Duke shot a really nice deer.  It was supposed to be the Dragon Lady that shot that one.  BUT…somebody got nervous and couldn’t shoot.  Duke said, “Get outta the way and I will drop him.”  Not exactly a science.

Duke and I pulled cidrs and gave lut shots to cows this evening.  Then I went and doctored a pig.  The combination of green cow manure and ripe pig shit mixed together on my clothes is not a pleasant smell.  At least I didn’t have to wrestle a buck goat today.

I have a blueberry pie and a banana cream pie and a cherry pie and an apple pie and a peach pie and a spiced custard pie….all made by some Amish families east of Tulsa.  I have to eat these before Thursday.  Oh, oh and Tammy ordered a bread pudding from Tiffany Schultz.  I either have to do some sit ups, start jogging or there is always another alternative.  I’m pretty sure that they sell a bigger size of jeans.

Have a good one and a better tomorrow.

Sometime around 1980.  It may have been 79 or 82.  I remember visiting at some of our cousins’ home.   My dad and this cousin were right at the same age and they liked to get together from time to time. I was snooping through their record collection.  Yes, as in vinyl records.  I remember seeing a record with a lightning bolt and a wicked looking caricature dressed as a school boy.  The title of the record was High Voltage.  I asked if I could play this record.  They let me and I was hooked.  That was my first introduction to the band AC/DC.

Three and a half decades later, they were still one of the biggest and best bands in the world.  Today’s kids still listen to AC/DC.  They aren’t the best musicians but what they do, they do very well.  Their beat, rhythm, guitar licks and simple lyrics made you do the white guy head bob, right in time with the beat.  But, they are pretty well done at this point.  The lead singer has lost his voice and now, Malcolm Young has died.  He was one of the two brothers that founded the band.  He was also the rhythm guitarist and he wrote a lot of their songs.

This band is a part of the livestock world.  Every clipper and fitter listens to AC/DC.  Two of the most popular bulls of all time were named after AC/DC songs–Who Made Who and Heatseeker.  And every Okie showman dreams of getting out of the limo and walking across the arena with the tune Thunderstruck rocking the arena.

And for the rest of the story.  Our cousins attend the Seventh Day Adventist church.  Yes, I was introduced to the rock band AC/DC by members of the Seventh Day Adventist church.  Just a little bit ironic.    Good music transcends religion.

For those about to rock, we salute you!

I have been watching tv less than I usually do.  Granted, most of my tv watching takes place in the middle of the night, but I have been trying to change that.  I’ve been trying to learn how to sleep.  (It ain’t going well, but….)  With the sun setting early, I have been in the house earlier.  I did watch The Goldbergs on this fine evening.  Not that I am a fan of the show, but the favorite daughter works for that show.  So, I sat and ate pizza while watching it.  But, once that was over, I went to flipping channels and there it was, the very start of one of my favorite movies from my high school years….BATMAN!

I have had numerous conversations about which was the best Batman movie.  I really like the past few newer movies, but they aren’t the best.  Christian Bale is probably the best Batman.  The newer movies are very well made with many great characters.  However, the 1989 version was/IS the best.  It connected the campy tv Batman shows with the balloons that had Crash! Boom! Pow! for effects.  Yet, it was made to be modern and dark but still kin to the cartoon from which it was created.  All of the movies since have been modern and dark without the campy effects.

Jack Nicholson made the movie.  He WAS and IS the best Joker of all-time.  Sure, Heath Ledger was great as the Joker in The Dark Knight.  But you don’t get that version without Jack Nicholson first perfecting the character.

I recently had a conversation about the greatest Guns N’ Roses song.  That great intellect argued that it was November Rain.  I love that song.  Great Song!  It’s long, and legend has it that they cut 11 minutes off of it that has never been released.  But you don’t get November Rain without first having Sweet Child O’ Mine (which may be the greatest rock song of all-time).  However, I grant that November Rain may have the best rock video of all-time.

I also watched another show called The Big Interview.  I have now decided that I want Dan Rather’s newest job.  He cruises around and interviews big-time musicians.  People, this dude ain’t young.  And whether you agree with his politics or not, he has been a part of delivering history for a long, long time.  And now, he is interviewing Steve Miller, Sammy Hagar, Willie Nelson and the list goes on.  That is a heckuva retirement gig.

There is an event taking place in Oklahoma this weekend called the Fall Classic.  Everybody that is anybody in the hog industry will be in Duncan, Ok.  I used to go but haven’t in years.  Those hog breeders don’t have no problem selling $300,000 boars along with lots and lots of other high $ oinkers.  That sale may hold the record for the most record high sellers!

I wish the goat industry had such an event but it won’t/can’t happen.  Why?  Too many different factions.  Too many people who can’t/won’t sell bucks.  The technology to utilize semen and embryos is too hit and miss.  Therefore limiting the common person.  Too many people worried about who is making money off of their genetics.  And the list goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on. (you count em if you are that damn bored)

The big and the elite excel in the goat game.  (as for us here at Kelln Livestock, we are neither…just little and better than most…but it works for us.)  It is hard for just some random person to get a foothold.  Not so, in the cattle or hog game. Mating the right cow/sow to the right bull can be done.  Then, it comes down to feeding and or marketing.  The big boys still benefit in this game of bulls and boars as they can offer services to market and place animals.  And selling a high $ bull or boar doesn’t seem to hurt those breeders.  In fact, it propels them.   There are lots of viable industries that feed off of bull/boar sales and reproductive sales.  All of the side industries in the goat game feel like buddy deals and or back alley kind of happenings.

Or just mythical.

So and so got x# of fertile embryos with such and such.  No.  That ain’t what I heard.

This guy is good.  But, he will sleep in his car and doesn’t shower.  And you might want to provide clean needles.

You need to try this protocol and have so and so do the work.  Of course, you will need a vet to write scripts.

This guy is good but he is hard to deal with and it needs to be done off the books.

What?  Why?   Whole other chapters.

Or it’s, I will let you breed to this buck as long as I can breed to that buck with future implications and a player to be named later.  But, if you raise a keeper buck, you can’t let so and so breed to it.  And you can’t sell semen and you can’t breed your does to him or your neighbors or your dairy doe to him and this crap gives me a headache.  The ONE consistent amongst ALL goat enthusiasts in the USofA, they are ALL looking for the next great buck piece.  And we wonder why there isn’t much genetic progress taking place in the goat industry.

I bet if you read back through this crap, it is easy to tell at what point I got a call about hogs in Duncan, OK.  Many, most, if not all big time goat breeders are leaving piles of cash on the table by NOT following the cattle/hog sales model.  Those people only have decades upon decades of experience to base their knowledge upon.  The goats, not so much.

Sure, I sell bucks.  We have done so successfully.  And our bucks have produced for customers.  I, as well as others, have raised bucks that were good enough for ANY breeder.  But because of biases, politics and camps, some can’t use those genetics.  Or they were bought, used and genetics were not advertised.  Oh well!  The checks cleared.   That opens the doors for others.  If the big breeders ever decide to flood the market, will it hurt Kelln Livestock?   NO!  Will it help us?  YES and EVERY other breeder in the USA including themselves.  I can’t imagine what the first real buck offered by Pfeiffer’s or whomever would bring.  A LOT!   Like Oprah says, you win, you win and I win. We all win!  Does it enable me to become one of the big boys?  NO!  Why? I don’t want to be any bigger and I don’t like female goats.  THAT is our limiting factor.  But…but…if I can cash-flow a high dollar buck for a few does, some of the others ought to really be able to CASH FLOW a big big $ buck.  And me bidding against them is the American Way.  $50k to $150K are numbers that can work—IF–the genetics are right.  IF—the phenotype is right.  IF—marketing angles are all square.  Even with the crappy ET work and AI rates that we currently enjoy in this industry, the $s still work.  Basically, we are all optimists.

I think that I will stop typing.  This is getting long but not wrong.  You come to this website, to this blog for random crap like this.  We covered Batman and Joker,  the greatest Guns N’ Roses songs,  Dan Rather, a pig sale and now part of what is wrong with the goat industry.  And now The Great Divide is playing on my tunes.  Seems fitting.  If you are going to text me about the best Batman, Joker or GNR song—keep it short and I will try to reply.  The goat crap of this blog will probably best be discussed while sitting on buckets or clipping stands while holding…..

peace out and have a great one.

p.s.  Huey Lewis and the News, our back porch smells like cow shit and 2nd hour Ag class makes it all worthwhile.  And you can add all that to the random list.  Have a great tomorrow and a better one after that.

It does not matter what species that you are dealing with….if you are hoping something works, it always happens to the wrong one.  If you are flushing does, the good one will strike out while the one that you just kind of decided to flush so that you had a full day, well that one will have big #s.  If you are hoping to AI a set of cows…yeah, the best one will be the one that has the abcess on the outside of her uterus.  It’s just kind of a Murphy’s Law part of raising livestock.

If you live south of Fargo, it doesn’t matter what you are doing, you will get caught.  It was after dark and we needed a couple of bales of hay.  I jumped on a tractor and headed down county roads to go 1 mile north of the house to get the hay.  BUSTED!  I couldn’t even steal my own hay without getting caught by the neighborhood watch patrol.  Of course, Johnny is better than any cop.  He catches you, interrogates you and then you go on your way after a couple of jokes.  Of course, I’m pretty sure that he has a better aim and a quicker trigger finger if he doesn’t think a person is up to any good.

Today, we performed a task that I am beginning to think is a thing of the past.  We “cut” hogs.  Anymore, most show pigs are cut by a vet.  Probably for good reason.  However, I took my 4th hour class to the Ag Farm for a little hands on activities–freshmen to juniors.  Most of the kids had never given a shot.  Only a few had seen castration performed.  But, they were willing to watch and learn.  Several boys caught and held the hogs.  I did the cutting.  A crew of girls filled syringes and gave injections.  Penicillin and two different vaccinations IM and a shot of Dectomax SubQ.  Luckily, in this set of hogs, the spot and poland had been cut before purchase, so they just got vaccinated and wormed.  That just left safer breeds to cut.

      Shattuck is a rural town with an agricultural/oilfield economic base.  This particular class has 20 kids in it.  Not a one of them lives in a household with ag as their primary income.  A couple have grandparents that farm/ranch full time.  Only a handful of these students are “show kids”.  Our country is getting farther away from actual ag production–not a new fact.  I may not have accomplished much else today, but there are 20 kids that understand how and why we castrate animals.  They also know how and why we give injections.  We did it humanely and with the animals welfare at the forefront.  It doesn’t matter what part of the country that we are in, we need to keep educating people about agriculture.  

I’m sure that the day is coming when a licensed vet will have to be present to perform or supervise any “procedures” such as castrations, banding, disbudding, docking, ear notching and whatever else the lawmakers can think of.  It really doesn’t matter but in the end it does REALLY matter.  Kind of like the old “the more you know” commercials.  We really need the general public to know why we do what we do.

The one thing that I did not do is cut the hogs by “the sign”.  I normally like to follow the signs, but I checked and the signs weren’t going to fit my schedule.  So, guess what we will be talking about in 4th hour tomorrow.  Get out and teach somebody, something about what it is you do and why you do it.  It doesn’t matter what you do as long as you do it.

It was a busy weekend.  Repaired waterers, shed doors and drains at ag farm on Saturday AM.  Then a few calves got weaned, goats got bred, panels moved around, hay put out, wethers sheared, hooves trimmed and feeders filled.

Tammy and I went to a foundation dinner.  It was a good time.  Duke liked it and he didn’t even attend.  But, there were several that needed a driver.  So, Duke played like an Uber driver and hauled people home for cash.

We finally got to see the newest Kelln.  Duke and I looked.  Tammy had to hold, burp, feed and change diapers.  She almost got peed on.

Monday is here and with it comes a new week.  Have a good one and a better tomorrow.

Sometimes, in some activities, it is easiest to pick the low hanging fruit.  Some may consider this easy, lazy or just simple.  But, sometimes, having somebody new pick the low hanging fruit helps build a taste and therefore a desire.  It then makes them want more fruit, maybe even better fruit.  Therefore, they are willing to work harder to get the harder to reach fruit.

So, if you can motivate a person to grab the low hanging fruit, taste it and they like it, then there is a chance that now they are ready to go find a ladder and work a little harder to get the rest of the fruit.  Maybe they didn’t really like the first fruit but if they could work a bit harder to get a better fruit….And you build from there.  This practice is not uncommon and is used by teachers, coaches and numerous other people in positions of “power”.

Stock shows ain’t no different.  It has became increasingly common to be a part of “camp”.  Not a new deal but definitely more prevalent.  It doesn’t matter what species it is, there are camps, clans, jocks, teams, groups or whatever.  A common phrase is “Who helps them?”

I have fond memories of weekend afternoons when piles of goats, showmen and parents would all roll into here.  Trim hooves, work showmanship and adjust feeding programs.  We saw lots of goats, lots of kids and we didn’t take money for it.  Most of it was low hanging fruit.  People felt like they needed a “jock” to tell them what to do.  It always reminded me of a Bon Jovi song–“Lay Your Hands on Me”.  They just wanted somebody to lay their hands on their goat and bark some orders.

It was cool to watch the younger showmen and their parents when a proven winner would show up.  When Schovanec’s got a goat out, everybody watched how Braden or Halie did things.  As a result, the other kids began to emulate them.  Then after Chesley, Lexi, Bree or whoever won a show or so, all the others started to lookup  at them.  It was cool.  Some were just hoping to win their county, now they set goals to win bigger, work harder.  Go get a ladder.

The better the kids got, the less I actually had to do.  I could set back and point out the little things in showmanship, feeding, fitting or whatever.  The ones that were really working to grab the good fruit wanted the most coaching and needed the least.  It doesn’t matter the activity, it works this way.  I always liked it when the Foraker kids would bring stock to Fargo, America.  They didn’t need much.  They just needed another set of eyes to confirm what they were seeing.  And if they could pick up a new tidbit or two, even better.

The others–well, they were hoping that a laying on of the hands and  some instructions would change their whole success pattern.  It really didn’t matter who helped them.  Until they changed their ways, success on a high level would not be consistent.  “I fed what you told me to do.”  Sure, but you also didn’t exercise or practice showing like I told you to do.  This type changes who helps them, changes feeds, changes where they buy their stock, changes, changes, and nothing ever really changes.  They just keep looking for that perfect peach, right there.  Easy to reach.  But they should have worked a bit to grab a better fruit.

I do have fond memories of dealing with a pile of good goats.  I don’t want to do it again.  I would and I will but dang, it will be done differently.

Speaking of pie, it is getting close to Thanksgiving.  I always give thanks for some raisin cream pie.  But, I would also be thankful with cherry or peach or apple.  Actually, I am looking forward to Nov. 21.  I bought 5 pies from the TSA kids at Shattuck.  These pies will be cooked by some Amish bakers east of Tulsa on that morning and then delivered straight to Shattuck.  I plan to sample them all that day.  I just hope that the fruit was the best, not just some low hanging stuff.  I will work hard to eat this stuff.

Crank up some Bon Jovi, get off your ass and work to win.  Dude(s), I’m out! I’ve got stuff to do.  You do to.  GOD bless you and yours.

Nope, that ain’t a typo for the title.  It is an acronym.  It stands for Oklahoma Panhandle State University.  It is located in Goodwell, OK.  I have been through Goodwell, OK numerous times in the past decades.  I have hauled kids to metropolis’s such as Miami, Manhattan, Clarendon, Wilburton, etc.  But, until now I have never hauled kids to Panhandle State.  I have now.

(disclaimer)This is not a post making fun of this institution.  NOT AT ALL.  Some of my absolute favorite people are alumni of OPSU.  I actually encourage kids to take a look at this school.  Even more so now.

Growing up in late 80’s Shattuck, America, the common joke about Panhandle State was that there was a good looking girl behind every tree.  One thing that I recently noticed was that there were more trees on campus than I expected.  Hunh?!

Another common joke was:  Panhandle State–where the men are men and the women are too.  That doesn’t fit in today’s time.  Anymore, sometimes, it’s just hard to tell.     Currently, I would actually say it is harder to tell on some of the bigger name campuses.  Of course, I do remember this line:  Panhandle State–where the men are men and the sheep are nervous.  We’ll get back to this.

We hauled about 35 Shattuck FFA members to the interscholastics contests.  We brought home a lot of hardware.  But, we didn’t win much.  The common number was 2, as in the crops team–2nd, ag communications–2nd, electricity team–2nd, ag shop–2nd and livestock–you guessed it–2nd.  And for you smart asses out there, yes, there were way more than 2 teams in each division.

Then there was the public speaking contest–yes, we also had the 2nd overall speaker.  AND-the 1st place overall public speaker.  The winners of the big 6 speech divisions have to speak in front of the crowd.  They then pick a top 3 overall public speakers.  Shattuck had 3 of the final 6.  Duke had to speak in the finals.  I love watching kids speak in public.  He did well.  Just not as good as some wicked good girls but he was way better than the other males in the finals.  It was a really good trip.

There were teams from numerous states.  The parking lot was full of buses.  I just wasn’t prepared to get home and finish chores about 1 am.  There was a time when 1 am didn’t hurt much.  Now….dragging donkey….the next day….without any good stories.

And while I was there, I remembered articles from newspapers and magazines from back in the early 90s.  There was a publication, whose founder recently passed, that ranked Oklahoma State University as the #1 party school from 1990 to 1992.  3 time National Champions.  I would bet that title is more legit than that 1945 national football title that they are claiming now.  Speaking of disclaimers—Mom, it is pure coincidence that I was at Okie State from the fall of 89 to the spring of 93.

That magazine would list the top 40 party schools and why they were ranked.  I remember the reasons for  #1, #10 and #40.  #1–included Joe’s week and some other stuff that I vaguely remember.  #10 was Panhandle State University—A bunch of cowboys, middle of no man’s land, some livestock, etc.–sounds fun.  #40 was ou—description—only included on this list because norman is only an hours drive to Stillwater.

For a small college, this school continues to produce.  I don’t know how many rodeo national championships but I do know that they currently hold the title.  And I bet their national titles are way more economical as compared to Ok State and ou.

As I do when I am bored, I read….pamphlets, newspapers, web articles, bathroom walls, maybe even a stupid blog, whatever.  While reading an OPSU pamphlet, I noticed that they give $4 million in scholarships, each year.  Their enrollment is 1,148 students.  Do the math.  Yes, you can use the calculator on your phone.  That comes to almost $3,500 per student in scholarships each year.  Now, let’s figure that at most higher learning institutions, at least half  of the students are borderline dip shits.  That rapidly moves that figure to $7,000 per year.  Now, take into consideration a good student with a good resume, work ethic and attitude—people, that kid has a chance to get college paid for.  Why would you NOT go there?  NO student loans to payoff.  You would already be ahead of most current college graduates.  And they have several degree areas that they can boast a 100% job placement rate in your degree area.  Granted, it may not be the job that you wanted, but a job is a job.  If you take that job and do a GOOD job, you will get a better job.  It’s the American way.  As screwed up as our society is, if a kid can get college paid for, build a resume, develop a social network, have fun, graduate AND get a job in their desired career field–DUDE! they are WAY ahead of most, if not all!  RUfSM?!  $$$$ make sense!

OPSU has a drawing area from Albuquerque to Denver to Wichita to OKC to Amarillo.  That is a helluva land mass with very few people.  Look at a map (who does that anymore?)  It’s all about the same driving distance.  In this part of the world, a degree from OPSU may mean more than a degree from an Ivy league school, or even a Big 12 school such as Tech, OSU or OU.  It means you are real world.  One of Tammy’s favorite nieces is a current student at OPSU (and she has a pile of scholarship money)  While roaming the halls, I found a pic of Tom Lamle from the ’84 livestock judging team.  Nice mustache!  I think Jeffy Spake must have photo-shopped that 70s porn stache onto your mugshot.

Have a good day and a better tomorrow.  I’m going to.  You should do the same.

It feels like a monday.  I’m not sure where the weekend went.  I got a bunch done, but not enough.  I’m still not a fan of this daylight savings crap.  OYE nominations are due tomorrow which means I have to have them done today as I will be gone all day on Tuesday.

We’ve been getting some does bred.  First week of April should be busy.