It has to be the worst.  I cannot imagine a worse stretch of highway.  There is not a worse major highway that I know of…ANYWHERE!  This title has to belong to the Cimarron Turnpike.  And we get to PAY to drive on this POS.  It will knock the fillings right out of your teeth.  I would hate to be an animal riding in a trailer to the Tulsa State Fair while bouncing down this stretch

I had zero intentions of writing on this worthwhile blog on this evening.   I got home late, was watching a pen of young bucks act like young bucks (gross), checked cows and made sure feeders were full.  I was starving.  I mean hungry enough to eat….well, something about the south end of a north bound skunk during that time of the month.  Just wrong. Speaking of just wrong, I got inside the house to

I bet that my day was a bit different from yours.  Why?  We harvested hemp seed.  No…No…No….not the stuff that you smoke but some actual native Oklahoma hemp.  It was tested.  It tested LOW in THC–.23.  Smoke it and you will get a headache…that’s it.  As compared to the “good” strains that are 20 to nearing 30% THC.   This stuff tested high in fiber and fairly high in oils.  Those are the two traits

can REALLY piss one smooth off. Granted….none of this stuff really measures up in the high importance scale of bad things that can happen.  They are just things that can set one off.   –cell phone usage when you’ve been warned (numerous times) —Yeah, I might have taken one from a student and tossed it across the room–today.  I had warned him that the next time that I take it, that I will torch it.

On saturday, I made my third trip to OKC in a four day period.  I sheared off a skinny wether Saturday morning.  He’s a good goat but he took the banding hard and is just starting to rebound. I listened to the Okie State game on the way there.  Unloaded and then sorted through all the other goats that were there.  Then I parked in a chair and listened to the end of the Okie

Yes, like the great 80s hairband Whitesnake, “Here I go again!”    By the way, all time great video.  Tawny Kitaen in that video–monkey wrench. Trivia–Why is a monkey wrench called a monkey wrench?  Supposedly the inventor’s last name was Moncky.   I’ve also read that it was Monquet (french?).  Might also be some racial slang tied to it.  Heck, you readers obviously have the internet…look it up.  Who really cares?  Either way it tightens

It was not uncommon for our eldest offspring to win some outstanding student awards and make some honor rolls for her academic achievements.  Saying that, it’s been a few years since we have seen any of these kind of awards around our house. But now, the youngest has earned himself a title.  Duke was named as the August student of the month for the High Plains Technology Center.  He likes going to class there and

I really don’t give a rat’s rear about the nfl lawsuit that involves nike’s new poster female dog.  I did not like him when he took a knee and my opinions have not changed.  I have not watched an nfl game in two years.  My life has not changed as a result. Now, they are suing and using the term collusion.  Good luck with that.  I’m not a lawyer but I have watched a lot

Couldn’t play one properly if my life depended on it.  But, I love the sound of a well played guitar.  Plugged or unplugged–don’t care. My mother tried to teach me music.  “If you learn to play the piano, then you can learn to play any instrument.”  Much like the classic Merle Haggard song “Mama Tried”.  She dang sure did.  Tried she did, on numerous levels.  Music, religion, etc.  I had the chance to learn how

Oh, we did have a sale this past Labor Day.  Good goats brought good money.  Pullan sold goats for good money.  I took a pair and they sold about like they should have.  It wasn’t the Best of the West sales of former years.  From an ag teacher perspective, I got some very good goats bought and stayed well within budget.  From the seller side of things…hunh?!   But….the food was excellent.  All of the