Batteries Not Included

Undies needs toys.

I guess I might need to explain who Undies is to some of the new readers. Undies is short for Unexpected Delight, he is our 1 year old Kerry Bull.

Undies needs toys.

Yesterday I was watching from the warmth of the house as Undies stood within view of my window. I wasn't sure what he was doing right off. And then it suddenly dawned on me, he needs toys.

He had found a tire tube. He had it on his muzzle, lifting his head up, and trying to get it down around his neck. Th tire tube wasn't doing what it was suppose to, and Undies spent about 5 minutes attempting to get that tube to slide or bounce down. Of course I had a giggle fit watching him.

When Lott, our rent-a-bull was here, he had a fondness for our tire swing. He would butt it so it would swing back and forth and play fight with it. He also loved the loveseat that we had in the field, pushing it like a football player, or lifting it up trying to get it over his back. (loveseat was out there to be burned, we left it while he was here)

The one thing that no one seems to tell you about Kerries or Dexters are the young bulls love their play time. And toys are a good idea to keep them occupied.

Snow Storm and snowboarders

We are waiting for the rest of our 8 inches or more snow to fall today. We are told to be ready for blizzard conditions.

Lightning and snow storms, it is a common occurrence here and hadn't even thought to mention it until I saw a post on the Popwell homestead about it. I did try to find a photo of the phenomenon, but alas, nothing. I will try my best to wax poetic and give the beauty of the storms that they deserve.

Imagine if you will, thick white and wet snow failing thickly about you, the wind has died down and you can see three feet in all directions from you. The ground rumbles under your feet, and you remember the feeling from the spring storms that love to visit you on a regular basis. Instinctively you raise your head to the heavens, the wetness of the snow bites at your exposed skin, and you squint to keep the snow from blurring your vision. In the corner of your eye you see a quick, bright light, and turn your head to see it better. Then you wait, you know it will be there again, you just have to have the patience. Then THERE! The snow doesn't part, it falls heavily around you, yet you see it clearly, the white blending and stretching the colors of pink and purples and a majestic blue. A brilliant sudden sunset that lasts only a fraction of a second. The ground rumbles under your feet once again, and you will never forget the first time you saw lightening in the snow storm.


And I will leave you with my brothers new xrays.

Do you still have a copy of my e-book?

I know this is a long shot, but do you remember that free down-loadable horror book I had up for awhile? Does anyone still have a copy of it?

Here's the problem, the people that were hosting the pdf closed down without warning. the book was on my other pc that is now broken, and I would really like to have a copy of it.


Thank you

An insult is like a drink

it affects one only if accepted. And pride is too heavy baggage for my journey.

~Robert Heinlein

It's almost midnight and I am up reading. The above line I thought was brilliant, and wanted to remember it. I thought that some of you might think so to.

I did say, it felt like this year

it was going to be a good year.

Some of you probably don't know this, and some of you forgot, but we have been borrowing a car for little over a year now.

Why?

My truck engine blew up while hauling cattle. Bought a new to be truck, blew the engine taking the rent-a-bull home. Our car transmission went out, after we had it rebuilt the year before, and we make $16,400 less then we did the year before. (Yep, just did taxes and saw it on paper. More then I thought it was)

We bought a used engine for the truck last year, March I think. We got it in, but the manifolds have bolts in them that can not be removed with out a special tool, like a torch. So my truck has sat there, and we have been borrowing a car from my husband's boss.

Husband came home the other day and informed me that he traded a rear tire for a motorcycle for manifold work. It shouldn't be too long before I have a working truck again.

But I do worry about dear good neighbor. I mean what will he do on weekdays if he can't do things for us with his truck?

Also, my stepfather. Things have turned rather interesting. The bumping man was made to train for 3 days and take a test. Turns out this test was a no fail test. And in front of the Union Reps, the bumping man FAILED the test. He failed it! Stepfather will keep his job for a few more months. I do wonder however, if the bumping man tanked it on purpose because of all the tension that this was all causing. I don't know, but it is a nice thought.