Men

Why do men think that the world is their washroom?

Today, while working in the barn. (I work in a barn that is having an addition put on the back, so the construction guys are there working.) I looked out the window and what do my eyes behold. Yep, one of the plumber guys relieving himself. I was oh, so close to knocking on the window. Not sure if he saw me but I sure saw alot of him. Too much. Now it's one of those images that is etched in my mind.....eeeeeewwwwww. And no, I didn't stare. I quickly turned away and thought.....too much information.

Now that's all you can picture too isn't it? You know it is.

Uncooth

Here on our farm we grow sour cherries, peaches, pears and apples. Every fall I do a small side business of selling our produce. I don't bring in much (mainly due to the fact that I work during the day and not able to be at home) but what I do earn goes towards the church anniversary offering and buying Christmas gifts.

My question is: would it be uncooth of me to email friends in my contact list to let them know that I do sell this produce. You see, many of them have no idea that we sell what we grow. Or for that matter what we grow.

Should I go out on a limb (not literally) and let these people know? Or should I just continue to hope that people will talk and hear it from the three people I do sell to?

I don't want to offend people or make them feal like they have got spammed.

What's in a Name

Hi everyone. Or should I just say "one". I just wanted to let you off the hook and let you know what we decided to call the puppy. Her name is Trixie. Much to the trill of a friend of ours whose nick name is Trixie. Now this is going to get confusing when I start to blog about Trixie. The one with the wet nose is the dog and the one with brown hair is my friend.....or is it the other way around??
Well little Trixie is getting bigger every day and great amusement for the kids. Last night she was in the house after supper. She doesn't get let in much due to the frequency of the puddles. So she was exploring and found that dishes going into the dishwasher had doggie treats still left on them....at least that's what she thought they were. She started licking the cutlery (I know everyone who has a dog does this so don't get all OOOOOHHH, Juck on me). When I removed Trixie from the dishwasher she proceeded to growl at me. Boy does she have attitude.
I guess that also means she's got personality. Good Dog.

I'm Exhausted

Bobbie and I went to work with his and Princess Weah's 4-H calf today. This morning we went to the Judd's (no not the country singers) and washed the two calves. (no not just the calves but the whole bodies).

You see they have to show their animals at a local fair on Saturday so you gotta get all the poop off and give them a hair cut so they look nice. Since Weah is away at camp and won't be home until late Friday night I took it upon myself to pretty her calf up.

We gave the calves a shower this morning and then went back after lunch when they were dry, to give them their hair cut.

Things were going really good up until the time we finished doing all these things. That's when Bobbie had to put Candy back into the pasture. Only she has recently been moved to the front pasture with the young heifers. And somebody forgot to remind her of this small detail.

She tore the halter out of Bobbies hands and headed for the the hills, Literally! We spent the next half hour chasing her back the lane.....throught the soyabeans.......through the clover......up a hill......and through the corn field. We were also able to view the cows in the back pasture and yes, they are doing well. We finally caught her halter and had to lead her......through the corn field......down the hill......through the clover......through the soyabeans........up the lane......to the front lawn......across the bridge......into the front pasture where she now belongs. Oh did I mention the burdock....I just found one stuck to my shirt.

Is it any wonder why I'm so tired. Well that's another thing I can now cross off my "to do list".


Note: this picture was taken in July and Candy is now much taller and heavier. Please pray Bobbie won't get hurt showing her at the fairs.

Name Game

Princess Weah has come up with the name, "Kitty". I really like it. I can just see her a year from now weighing 100 pounds boundy around a corner scaring a customer after you've told them to beware of Kitty. Priceless!

Puppy made it through the night okay, I think. She slept in the garage and we didn't hear a peep out of her. The garage is the best place for her at this stage. It is heated and safe.

I'M A MOTHER....AGAIN

Great news!! We are the proud parents of a brand new baby girl. The two youngest children are thrilled with her. Bobbie has yet to see her....won't he be surprised!

She is adorable, with black hair, brown eyebrows and white feet. Just have to decide now what to name her. Perhaps, you can help.

Don't you just love her smile. She is part huskie (apparently) and part something else from the neighbourhood.

So far Bryan wants to name her Christina. I really don't like that name. I have suggested Hilda and Phoebe but they have been vetoed.

Wednesday Night Prayer Meeting

We just returned home from Wednesday night prayer meeting. The best part was the music special. My good friend, JAJ, was singing this evening. She always does a beautiful job of singing. One would never know that she gets nervous. She never shows it. Many people of our congregation love to hear her voice.
I hope that someday she will sing at my funeral. I'm already married, so she can't sing at it. At least I hope to grow old with grace to the man I married. (Not sure who grace is but she does make a good housemate.)
So, JAJ, always keep a song in your heart.

Love Your Friend Lola

Windy Night

I was awoken to a violent storm last night. I don't think I've heard wind and rain and thunder or seen lightening like that for a long time. At around 1:30am we were jolted out of a sound sleep by the storm. It lasted for about an hour. Although, I'm really not sure since the power went out around 2:00am. This morning I took a quick walk to survey the damage just around our house. Since we live in the middle of an orchard I counted 50 trees down just in a 10 acre area. So I'd hate to see the rest of our 600 acres. I hate it when stuff like this happens. Especially when you see trees that are only five years old and haven't started to produce enough fruit to pay for themselves yet and now we have to start all over again.
I'm also curious to see how the peaches faired last night. Yesterday was the first time we picked anything off them since planting them four years ago.
It could be worse. Apparently, there was a tornado touch down about 15 kilometers from here. We didn't suffer any structural damage, that I know of. So we were blessed that way.
And another good thing is that it isn't nearly humid today as it has been the past week. So let's hope that the humidity won't be back for a while. Give us all a chance to breathe.