You just got nothing worthwhile to say. And then I realize, that isn’t true. I just don’t feel like typing.
It’s time to order DNA kits for Kansas City. It’s time to make sure that you have a fresh bottle of GO juice. It’s time to look at your pens and think “I still need another good goat or twelve.” Then, it’s time to call me and I will
I know that Sunday is supposed to be the sabbath–a day of rest. Well, it didn’t happen around here. I made it to Mass, then back home. I used the man lift, once again, and climbed back on top of the machine shed. The sky light is now
Eventful day. Got the 93 Chevy Van out of the barn and took it to Woodward for a much needed bath. Later this evening, we will be at the drive in at Shattuck watching Transformers 4. Had some Kansans here to purchase breeding does.
There are a lot of things that most people don’t know about me. One thing is that I am big on lists. To be specific, lists on sticky notes. I’m normally not very far from a pad of sticky notes. I make daily lists of stuff-to-do on sticky
Life in paradise is hectic. The Dragon Lady always has stuff going on. The hired man is at church camp this week. And me, well I’m just retarded. I’ve got too many irons in the fire, but it will all work out. And if it doesn’t, we will
I often hear the phrase, “The doe kids look really good, but the wethers are still green.” YES!! That would almost always be a correct statement. Why? It’s simple. The wethers have had their horns burnt. Then, they got their brains banded. This should be a tool for reading green
We should all take a second or three, and maybe even a 4th and remember all of the people that brought us the independence and freedom that we have here in the good old US of A. Without their sacrifices, well, it just wouldn’t be the same.
Yes, it was a Thursday. BIG FUN!! Bouncy, squishy kind of fun. I have had enough of big tree limbs being blown down. I needed to repair skylights in the machine shed. So, I started a pre-emptive strike. I rented a man-lift. 4wd, diesel, drive from the bucket
Sounds like it ought to be a James Bond movie title. Or maybe a buck name. I’m not sure if I actually ever uttered the phrase that “I will never….” But the last few days have had me trying to re-think my mouth. And that, my friends, is
