Sunday, November 18, 2018
Saturday, November 17, 2018
Where The Hell is The Joy?
Sooo...seeing as we had a foot of snow last night with a side dish of sleet, several people sent this to me today:
Clearly, there is truth in that and, given the forecast for the foreseeable future....
I went out this morning to try to find some f***ing joy.
Hmmm...definitely no joy here...
"How about you Ben, have you found some joy today?"
"Do I look like I've found any joy?"
Right.
Next.
"Mr. Einstein, have you spotted any joy lying around?"
"That depends on whether or not you have cookies in your pocket???"
"Yeah....that's gonna be some more non-joy. We are out of cookies."
I don't think I even need to ask Ramsey. If there is anyone around here who finds less joy in snow than I do.......
"Hey Ma!"
"Yes Emma?"
"I know where the joy is stored. It's those yummy pellets in the barrel right right behind you...Just step aside and we'll liven this place right up!"
"Sorry guys, having to make an emergency call to the vet because you gobbled all the joy is not exactly what I was hoping for."
"Bummer, you can be such a killjoy Ma. In that case, you better go play with the stooopid dog cause this is about all the joy you're gonna find here today."
Yup, there is some joy...
...and it's the first time since last winter that he hasn't had muddy feet.
Whew. Some days you have to look long and hard to find a bit of joy.
Clearly, there is truth in that and, given the forecast for the foreseeable future....
I went out this morning to try to find some f***ing joy.
Hmmm...definitely no joy here...
"How about you Ben, have you found some joy today?"
"Do I look like I've found any joy?"
Right.
Next.
"Mr. Einstein, have you spotted any joy lying around?"
"That depends on whether or not you have cookies in your pocket???"
"Yeah....that's gonna be some more non-joy. We are out of cookies."
I don't think I even need to ask Ramsey. If there is anyone around here who finds less joy in snow than I do.......
"Hey Ma!"
"Yes Emma?"
"I know where the joy is stored. It's those yummy pellets in the barrel right right behind you...Just step aside and we'll liven this place right up!"
"Sorry guys, having to make an emergency call to the vet because you gobbled all the joy is not exactly what I was hoping for."
"Bummer, you can be such a killjoy Ma. In that case, you better go play with the stooopid dog cause this is about all the joy you're gonna find here today."
Yup, there is some joy...
...and it's the first time since last winter that he hasn't had muddy feet.
Whew. Some days you have to look long and hard to find a bit of joy.
Monday, November 12, 2018
Wild Enthusiasm
How I wish we could send some of our endless rain, mud and now snow out to CA. Instead, all we can do is hope for rain in the west and try to be as enthusiastic as Connor is about mud and snow.
Although....if you can match this...
...you might end up scaring all your friends....
...and learning more than you ever wanted to know about antipsychotics.
Although....if you can match this...
...you might end up scaring all your friends....
...and learning more than you ever wanted to know about antipsychotics.
Monday, November 5, 2018
Lest We Forget....
That the sun still does exist somewhere and it doesn't really rain EVERY day...
....even if it is hard to tell.
....even if it is hard to tell.
Sunday, November 4, 2018
Monday, October 29, 2018
Extended Family
It has been the wettest, most humid summer ever, followed by the wettest, bleakest, muddiest Fall ever. I've tried not to whine about it because at least we aren't on fire or getting drowned in hurricanes, but we've just had another 3-4 inches of rain and I can hear it pouring down right now. The mud is beyond description, the second cutting hay rotted in the fields, there is fungus sprouting in odd and unusual places and I find that slogging through it leaves my mind a muddy mess as well.
Since there is nothing but mud and more mud to talk about here (even spell check just wanted me to change mroe to mire, very fitting), we might as well visit with some other parts of the extended farm family.
Remember Lulu, the Afghan Hound puppy? She has just relocated to Florida where she celebrated her first birthday by getting a fenced yard to run in, a haircut and some MUD to play in. Lucky dog.
Then there was Elva's sister who was babysitting an entire herd of very clean Golden Retrievers.
I'm not sure how they stay so clean. I suspect they may be existing in an alternate universe - one where the calico cat keeps all mud at bay. She was abandoned on their property a few months ago scared and feral. The vet said she would always be feral, but all those Goldens must have rubbed off, because she is anything but now and she rules the house with an iron paw.
The nameless donkey that Dave took in found his way into the chicken coop on the only sunny day we've had in months and made it his own. His official name is now Herb.
He will, hopefully, be a driving partner for his new friend Hoss (and the rest of the herd: Stormy the other donkey and Levi and Amos, the horses).
And, a couple of hours north, where it is also dark and muddy (especially as Bill is one of those really wacko guys who voluntarily gets up at 4am), a glow-in-the-dark unicorn is brightening things up and making friends with her new herd.
As for my herd, they are all in the barn, dry, out of the mud and not much interested in picture taking. And I need to go mop up muddy paw prints. Again.
Since there is nothing but mud and more mud to talk about here (even spell check just wanted me to change mroe to mire, very fitting), we might as well visit with some other parts of the extended farm family.
Remember Lulu, the Afghan Hound puppy? She has just relocated to Florida where she celebrated her first birthday by getting a fenced yard to run in, a haircut and some MUD to play in. Lucky dog.
Then there was Elva's sister who was babysitting an entire herd of very clean Golden Retrievers.
I'm not sure how they stay so clean. I suspect they may be existing in an alternate universe - one where the calico cat keeps all mud at bay. She was abandoned on their property a few months ago scared and feral. The vet said she would always be feral, but all those Goldens must have rubbed off, because she is anything but now and she rules the house with an iron paw.
The nameless donkey that Dave took in found his way into the chicken coop on the only sunny day we've had in months and made it his own. His official name is now Herb.
He will, hopefully, be a driving partner for his new friend Hoss (and the rest of the herd: Stormy the other donkey and Levi and Amos, the horses).
And, a couple of hours north, where it is also dark and muddy (especially as Bill is one of those really wacko guys who voluntarily gets up at 4am), a glow-in-the-dark unicorn is brightening things up and making friends with her new herd.
As for my herd, they are all in the barn, dry, out of the mud and not much interested in picture taking. And I need to go mop up muddy paw prints. Again.
Wednesday, October 24, 2018
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