A Good Friend

This picture was taken in our maternity pen.  These two ladies were laying down, side by side, commiserating about their pregnancies and discussing the ensuing births.   I guess it became a little too real and Bertha decided to take a little nap, by resting her big ole head on Rose's strong shoulders.  It reminded me of that Leeann Rimes song......a good friend and a glass of wine.....someone to say it's gonna be alright.......It's gonna be alright, ladies.  You'll deliver soon and I'll take care of your babies.  You'll be able to go back to doing what you do best.....sleeping and eating. 

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When Boredom Sets In......

I fed this little bull one afternoon last week.  He was fresh and clean and white.   I returned the next afternoon to feed him and low and behold, someone broke into my barn and defaced my bull!  He was spray painted all over with bright orange paint!



Why, I asked....why would someone break in here and paint this dear, little guy orange????  I was seriously concerned.....bull graffiti is a serious concern on a dairy farm......seriously serious.  I had images of a gang of Fayetteville hoodlums running around, defacing bulls in the dark of night all over Franklin County.   Something needs to be done.....STAT.....and fast too!

So, I doned my sleuth cap, monacle and spy glass and started piecing this mystery together Sherlock Holmes style.   I wish I could report a more interesting ending.   But, in reality; the bull was a bit off and The Dairy Farmer gave him antibiotics to make him feel better.  The orange paint was a HUGE alert to all of us NOT to send him to auction.      Sorry, that's the scoop.  It's what happens when boredom sets in.......your mind starts to wander (and by your mind, I  mean mine)

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Mr. Sandman

This is how I feel today.  I would like to curl up in a sunny spot and take a siesta. 

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Color Blind

Sometimes, when you live in a world that is black and white......it's always nice to see a little color.

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A Morning Musing

I have been neglecting Farmin' in the Ville for awhile and if there are actually people out there who have been lying awake at night wondering if I'm ok and missing your daily dose of farm life- I apologize.

I am busy with "school"....or as some call it "volunteering the heck out of myself."  But it's worth it.  I'll be back in full swing (or at least a partial back swing) after November 13th.  We have a large Silent Auction fundraiser for the punks school that day and between now and then, it drains my time.

I digress.....this post was to be about my oldest punk.....and my family.   This sweet faced little cherub is going to turn 12 on Saturday.   Now, in this picture, she was 7 or 8 and gangly legged Jack was about 4 months.  Now, 2006 really wasn't that long ago, but to see them today, they are both completely different.  Girlfriend has had braces and then had them removed.  She has gorgeous (aka expensive) pearly whites, pierced ears and is no longer wearing OshKosh B'Gosh.  Jack, well, he weighs 180lbs and his muzzle is turning gray.  It reminds me of that country song where the chorus is "time marches on...time marches on."  So true. 

Here is what I woke up early to write about.   We always have a family dinner for the punks birthdays.  We started it from Birthday Nurmero Uno.  See, both our families are divorced, some are remarried and well, our family is quite extended.  The Dairy Farmer and I figured- it wasn't our fault this happened so we really didn't want to be spending our little punkin's special day visiting all these seperate family members, so we said: big party, our house, be there or be square.   And, guess what.....they showed up.   And they have every year for 12 years.  

Last night I realized how blessed we are to be sitting in the room, listening to everyone laugh, joke, tell stories and celebrate the most important person in our lives (which was the oldest punk in this case)  All the hurt, heartache and rough patches are behind us.  I am sure it had to be awkward and uncomfortable at times to spend an evening in the same room with  ex-spouses and new spouses, but they did it for their grandchild.   And as "time marches on"......  it became  comfortable and easy and some of the walls came down and the tension left and we can all smile and laugh and remember those times long ago which, seemed like pure hell, and allow the good parts to surface.   I always joke that we have a very functional dysfunctional family and it's all because "time marches on".......   

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