Friday, April 10, 2009

It looks like rain...

Maybe because it has been raining?! I know, great deduction Watson. Boy I'm on top of things today aren't I. Oh well, today is a good day! Why may you ask, see that's the kicker... I can't tell you! ARGH!!!!!!!! OK well I can tell you this... after many weeks not knowing who, if, when, we were going to be able to set this modular home... it's all been settled. All that has to be done is everything signed and in it's proper place and we will be FREE of certain people!!!!

Happy days are here again, happy days are here AGAIN! I just want to shout it from the roof tops... Now I get to have my personal blog back... OK sort of... I just have to have it by invitation only. NO PROBLEM!!! OK slight problem... I don't like it but then I don't care for certain people who frequent that blog. People who just "LOVE" you and your family, and LIE like a rug on a dirty floor. Who would do almost anything to get out of being morally right. I'm not bitter really I'm not... HONEST!!!! Stop laughing... it's not nice. :) All we wanted was justice... I've learned this... there is little true justice here on earth and that you don't see the whole "picture", that's what really burns my biscuits the most. And then in turn that isn't right... as it leads to all sorts of carnal thoughts, NON-Christ likeness. It is just so HARD sometimes... especially when it involves your family and livelihood.

On the farming front... yet again our cows went walk about last night. Just 7 lovely ladies... although I'm sure neighbors from miles around heard me... OK slight exaggeration... even I can't scream that loud. :) any who got the lovely ladies home and did they want to go be milked? NOOOOOOOOOO, they wanted to run and play. Well being the good warden I am, I proceeded to MAKE them go on the holding pen and be milked. I would show them who's boss! Yeah right... would they come in the barn?! Heck NO! ... It was nights like last night that make me wonder "WHAT WAS I THINKING?!!?" when I was eighteen... and decided OH I want to milk cows... a dream...maybe sorta, guilt... maybe sorta, I don't know... Don't get me wrong, most of the time I love my cows and the farm. I couldn't function without either I doubt. Some how I thought there would be more to life than the constant highs and lows of milk prices, droughts and floods, danged bulls constantly being over here from the neighbors, cystic cows, mastitis, snow and blistering heat... I could go on but you get my point. All this comes to a head when people complain about the high food prices... did you know dairy is the ONLY food product that the price has come down on. I wish I could remember where I read that. If someone knows, please tell me...

OK I'm rambled on enough... chores are waiting... bottle goats, bottle calves, appointment with the tax lady (thankfully all I do is sign), looking at a milking doe maybe, getting binding for a baby quilt that should have been sent BEFORE the baby made it's arrival. And the list goes on...


  1. I hate chasing cows...hate it, hate it, hate it!
    What gets into them anyhow? I can certainly sympathize. I hope everything stays ironed out and all goes well for you...take care!

  2. I have a theory about what gets into cows. It goes something like this... they have to much time on their hooves between milkings (if they are in milk) so that leaves them time to come up with things to do to that will drive us batty and makes us look silly.

    For instance... yelling, screaming, and going back and forth between your side of the fence and the neighbors saying "Home, not home, HOME, NOT HOME... see girls it's very easy" Yup any normal person would think that is nuts... me... I think it's normal. :)