Thanks for the ride lady.

Medium's custom costume is looking more like John Marek rather than a scarecrow. I wonder if I should just have him walk around all night yelling, "I'm not an animal! I am a human-being!"

My biggest excuse for not wanting to do my chores is. . . .

"I can't, raccoons will eat my face."


I told this to my mother, and she informed me that out at the farm, she knows at least 20 people walking around without faces.

My mother says raccoons will eat your face, and I believe her.


HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!

What a Wonderful Day for an Exorcism

The combination of my love of horror movies and the fact we live in the boonies, makes for some interesting conversations around here.Depending on the age of the child dictates which movies they get to see, off course. Small is obsessed with zombies, and Scooby Doo does them rather well. The snake incident the other day just confirmed everything that Small knew. We have had the zombie argument before, but he will not hear of it, they are real, and do not scare him in the least.

Small limps around the house, and in a falsetto voice (that is unnerving coming from a 5 years old's mouth) repeats, I will eat your heart. It is his favorite saying.

After the goat massacre is when we first got the clue that he was in love with zombies.

"dad" Small approached husband as we were digging the hole for the dead goats. "We have to cut their heads off."

"why's that?"

"So they don't become zombies."

What ensued after that was a long talk about zombies, and that they didn't exist. Just something that he and mommy would watch on cartoon shows. But he was dead set on it, those goats had to be prevented from becoming zombies.

"Do they scare you at night" I was getting rather concerned about it. But Small shook his head.

"I just don't want them bothering Good Neighbor. He said he was scared of them." Turns out Small could care less about zombies, at least in the scary nightmare sense. He is just as fearless as ever.

He told me yesterday, about the snake. "I told you so."

I'm Running This Monkey Farm Now.

"MOM! Athena Brought a snake in!" Small my youngest was hollering through the house. I walked into the kitchen to see our calico cat with a mouthful of snake.

"What kind is it, mom."
A Garter snake. Is it still alive?: Small bent down closer to investigate, Athena, who is very protective of her food, growled.

"no, it's dead."
I guess let her eat it." And I went back to doing the laundry as Small when to watch his precious few minutes of television.

"MOMMMMMMM!!" I heard Small screaming bloody terror ten minutes later. I ran into the kitchen to see what was going on.

"It's still alive." I looked down, and at our feet was that garter snake, his lower half of his body had been eaten, and it was slowly swinging his upper portion back and fort. I felt bad for the little creature. And thought it best to go ahead and kill it. I bent down closer to see where his head ended. It took me a moment.

"Small, it doesn't have a head!"

I'm Sorry I called you Meatloaf Jack.

I can 't find the treat, so it must be a trick, husband has Saved by the Bell on. hhmmm. . . I'll figure this out.

Good neighbor came over yesterday to show me how to trim up the goats hooves. They have been kept relatively trim just from running and jumping all over the rocks and cinder blocks, but Patch is an old lady, running and jumping just doesn't have the appeal it once had. Plus if my breast dangled like hers, I don't think I would go any where near anything jagged.

Trimming hooves is rather simple, I just like to see it done at least once before going for it. I don't want anyone coming up lame. He showed me on 3 of them, and I did the 4th. Not bad if I do say so myself.

As Good neighbor started to leave I asked him if he had ever trimmed up cow hooves before. I got that wonderful bewildered look. "Never even heard of that. Who told you. . . " just about every cattle care book, and a lot of people advertising on craig's list talks about their for sale cow needs hoof trimming. I was standing their with our bull Undies, who by the way was dead set determined for me to love on him so much, that my finger would be protruding from my shoulder, he is a rammer. I told good neighbor that right now everyone's hooves looked good. His brother runs cattle, and he thinks that his brother has never done a thing like that. I shrugged, just thought I would ask. A good slab of concrete right inside the barn should solve any issues, but there is no way I will be attempting to trim any ones hooves. These gals will kick if they aren't in the mood to be scratched, can't imagine trying to hold a leg up. oh, hurts just thinking about it.

Come Play with us Danny

The week of Halloween. I think we live for this week around here. Wonderful autmun weather, horror movies and plenty of gore. This week we make our costumes and plot our trick or treating course. I think the boys have finally settled on what they are going as, Small = flying monkey. Medium= Horror movie scarecrow. Large= Bruce Campbell.

We enjoy making costumes together.

Have you ever woken up one day and said enough's enough? One small life changing event happens and you decide that no longer will you be content on merely holding on to that bulls horns, but no you want to grab those horns and shove that bull's pierced nose into the ground and rub it in the dirt? yep, me too. That is where I am at.

Something happened yesterday and I am done with it all. I know what I am suppose to do, and will be fighting tooth and nail for it. So if I seem a little, umm. . . pissy, I'm not. I am determined. And sometimes what some people see as complaining, isn't that. It is telling some one what is going on. If you are not willing to bite your tongue then don't expect me to.

So if you'll excuse me, all prior plans have been chucked out the door, they are too passive, and new ones are forming. I am off to get those going and make me some kickin' dead people!