“Oohh?!”, said the casual everyday reader of this blog.  “Should I continue?” And the writer answered, “Yes.  Come on in.  The water is fine.”       Yes, we are going to discuss a little religion.  But in typical form, it will be a different side of religion.  And there won’t be a collection plate.        I was very fortunate to be raised in a family setting that was/is heavily

     To start with, congrats to the Foraker family in Kansas.  They had a pretty good run at the Kansas Jr. Livestock Show.  Blake was the champion goat showman and Kaci was 3rd overall.  Then in the goat show, Kaci showed the res. grand wether.  Blake had a res. div. 2 wether.  Then in the sheep show, Blake had the res. grand wether lamb and once again, was champion lamb showman.  These kids can

      I have been accused of being superstitious, somewhat sentimental and even a traditionalist.  I have “routines” as to where and when we eat at certain shows.  I may wear certain clothes/caps on proper days at a given show.  But the most traditional goat show that I attend is the State Fair of Ok.         1st tradition is that we always eat lunch at Earl’s on Friday.  Cheddar burger with

       Contrary to popular beliefs, I actually like to try to research topics and figure out a solution.  For example, the problem that we call YOUR government.  I have a solution (And it isn’t an original idea).  Get rid of all current elected officials in state and national positions.  Have an election of all new candidates.  FRESH SLATE!  Impose term limits (like 2 years per office–no re-election).    All government officials will be

     NOOOO!  It is not Friday yet.  But we are one day closer.  I really miss the days/weeks that I had in May/June/July when I didn’t care what time or day it was.  I only shaved for church or when the Dragon Lady told me to.  Duke and I got stuff done and we ate lunch when and where it best suited us.  Now, I’m retarded.       Clicked on facebook tonight.  I

      Last night’s blog was a bit wonky.  I apologize.  I was sitting here, my mind was whirring, but nothing could really come out.  One of my mother’s best friends had passed and it had me thinking many thoughts.  Throw in some text messaging from one of my retarded brothers and well, there you go.  You ended up with a blog that made Schoovy kill brain cells trying to figure out if he

      I feel like Ricky Bobby trying to do his first interview.  I just don’t know where to put my hands.  Here…maybe here.  Nothing feels quite right.  The keyboard feels a bit wonky.         Other than losing grandparents and a few others, for my age, I haven’t had to deal with many passings-on.  I’m not good at dealing with weddings or funerals. But it happens.  And I don’t like it.

     “When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers.  You will always find people who are helping.’”  –Fred Rogers This quote also fits stock shows.  Not so much the scary part, but the helpers.  When you see somebody have success, there is a helper somewhere.  Parent, ag teacher, county agent, breeder or maybe just a friend.  Heck, it

     American Royal entries are due today-the 10th.  I would recommend sending them certified mail and get a return card.  

and we need some motivation to make it through the week.  I’m big on making to-do lists on sticky notes.  And I do enjoy crossing things off those listed items on these lists.  There’s another one done.  However, this week looks like there is stuff that will get moved to next week.  And then you come to this Monday….      And the wheels fell off the wagon.  I got home early this morning with