Thoughts from Kelln


Posted on February 01, 2018

Goats should not be called goats.  Albeit though it may, goat is a four letter word. However the word malady is more appropriate.  There is always something wrong with at least one of these things.  Sometimes, I just dread reading a text, email or listening to a phone call.  It doesn’t matter whose farm or how many, there is always some of the following going on. –My goat(s) has coccidia problems.  Oh really.  Not unusual.

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Posted on January 30, 2018

When Tammy and I first got married, she couldn’t cook anything but lasagna.  A whole big dang pan of lasagna.  She would cook it on Sunday.  It was good.  Real good.  I would heat it up again on Monday.  By Tuesday, I needed a break and so I made a sandwich.  Wednesday, I would reheat another chunk of lasagna.  Then I didn’t touch it again.  And by Friday, it had penicillin growing on it. So

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Posted on January 29, 2018

Last Sunday, I clipped a heifer.  I was sore on Monday.  Wednesday night, I clipped another heifer.  Little bit stiff on Thursday.  Friday, I clipped again on two more.  Saturday–not sore.  I guess I am back in cattle clipping shape.  But still fatter than I should be. Took a couple of first time cow showmen to a jackpot in Laverne, OK on Saturday.  Up early, blow heifers out, load chutes, load tack, load generator, load

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Posted on January 24, 2018

What I learned on January, 23, 2018 –Duke and I can catch all the does, sort the right 16, load two bucks, then load those does, move all of these into two different pens, then move 2 other bucks and trailer unhooked–all within 26 minutes, no cussing, no rocks thrown, no physical or verbal abuse of man nor beast.  It’s a miracle.  Then we headed to Shattuck with 2 pickups.  It was at this point

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Urban vs. Rural

Posted on January 23, 2018

This isn’t much of a discussion anymore.  Even in a rural place like Shattuck, OK, we have became not-really rural.   I wouldn’t call us urban.  But the majority are removed from the farm.  This is a county of 4,200 people–total.  Three small schools–no stop lights, lots of cows, wheat and hay when it rains and oil related jobs.  First hour of the day, I have 26 eighth graders.  There is only 134 kids in

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Posted on January 22, 2018

For my current profession, I deal with kids.  I also have a little sideline that deals with goats.  I have dealt with the public in some form or manner since 1993–students, parents, employees, customers, etc.  I have a 17 year old son.  I should be used to stupidity by now.  But no.  Much like the smell of a dog kennel or a hog barn, some things you just don’t get used to. Tide PODS–RUFSM?!  If

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Quick Trip

Posted on January 21, 2018

No, not the quick stops by that name, but we did make a quick trip to Denver and back.  The Dragon Lady and I left Thursday night and headed towards Denver.  No real travel plans other than the mini Herf open show started at 8 am Friday.  It has been a few years since I traveled to the National Western. On the way up, we stopped at Goodland, KS at the SteakNShake.  People, that was

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J.M.M. & Twisted Sister

Posted on January 18, 2018

So, somehow tonight, the Dragon Lady, Duke and I were discussing life, other students at the HPTC and she said that she had asked a student the phrase “What do you want to do with your life?!” I then asked Duke if he knew where that phrase came from?  “UUHH?! Sure, No, but I am really sure that you are going to tell me.?…oh how I hope that there isn’t a quiz later!” Yes, son.  You are

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Hump Day

Posted on January 17, 2018

It is wednesday morning which means it is hump day of the week.  But it is also the day that we get over the hump of this frozen stuff….at least for this week.  Tuesday morning, we didn’t have a temperature as it was ZERO.  This morning, a bit warmer as it was 5.  At least it hasn’t been windy. Checking does this morning revealed a truth that I was kind of expecting.  At least one

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Like Whitesnake

Posted on January 16, 2018

Here we go again!   Another arctic blast.  I have never wanted to live in the Dakotas or the frozen tundra of Canada and these blasts remind me why.  And to top it off, Tammy’s favorite son forgot to drain a hose yesterday.  Guess who got to bucket water this evening?  Not me. The wethers are warm and once again I am reminded why I did not breed any does to kid until sometime after

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