My summer just seems to stay as screwed up as an upside down tackle box.  I have no one to blame, but it isn’t all my fault.  No matter.  The summer weather is proving that it is a pile of coat hangers kind of year.  RUKM?!   It is 70 degrees and wet & green, in July.  We WILL Gladly take it.        In a week or so, I am going

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 help you fill those pens.   It’s time to thank your ag teacher/county agent.  If you’ve got a good one, go thank them. They are

     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 fixed.  And there is blood stains on the roof to prove it.  At least the stains are not on the ground.        The

     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.  Nice family. Later, the hoof trimming lady showed up.  Stephanie worked like a sled dog and as usual was too cheap for her labor rates.

     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 notes.  And I take satisfaction in scratching items off of said lists as they get done.  I also use these pads of sticky notes to

     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 wish that it would have.        Paradise was actually green for the month of June.  We are starting to get hotter and drier.

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 goats. If the doe kids look good, then use some imagination to project what the wethers will look like in a couple of weeks. Resale–Having

      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.          I spent time on the barn roof today.  Too high.  Too windy.  I did NOT enjoy it.  I’m fine with heights

     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 kind of man lift.  It lifts over 40′ high, moves side to side, up/down, steers.  Yeah, it’s a bit scary, but way cool.  I have