Fifteen....who knew?

 Fifteen years ago, this very day....I married The Dairy Farmer.   I've said many times that this blog has become an online memoir for our kids.  I am just amazed how many times I find the oldest punk on here- reading and re-reading and re-re-reading these posts (hi poodle!) and laughing like crazy.  That, my friends, does my heart good.  At least...

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PMM

For those of you who don't know what that stands for- and that should be most of you, cause I just made that abbreviation up....it stands for Proud Momma Moment. I had one last night.  I had 2 new stampers join me for a stamping class.  They stayed and chatted a bit and as they were getting ready to leave, Farm Boy Jr. Edition came in the room.  He needed to "ask me something."  And by "ask me something," he's really coming in to scrounge for left over snack.  He does this at all my events.   He's not allowed to have snack until all...

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MIA?

One day, when we were feeding calves, a very loud, very obnoxious and very black kitty came running out of the corn field.  He was a little bit skinny, but very, very friendly.  Most of our barn kitties are crazy wild.  We don't mess with them too much.  We like em on the lean side...shifty and hungry....that way, they keep the mouse population under...

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