Last Push

This is my last push before tomorrows Blogathon.




Saturday morning, at 8 am I will begin my 24 hours of blogging. In the past I have done a homesteading Q&A, the ABC's of food, cooked and taught bread making, and cowboy lore and songs. This year I have decided to write a story. There will be breaks for the give-a-ways. Hopefully some of you will stop by to cheer me on. I will need it come early Sunday morning.

I am blogging for The Downed Bikers Association. They are not a prevention group. There sole purpose is to help motorcyclists that have been in an accident. I see this as a way to say thank you to the biker / motorcycle enthusiast community for all their charity work they have done over the years. From Toy runs, to The Patriot Guard, from saving a community fundraisers, to child abuse prevention.

They have quietly helped out our communities, you only hear their pipes, but they do this, and many people still see them as horrible, dirty people.

I wish I could introduce you to the guys that hang out in the shop. Most are Veterans. Mainly Koren war, Vietnam, and the first Gulf war. Though we have are suspicions on what war some of the older gentlemen were in. They will give you the shirt off their backs if they thought you might need it. If anything ever happened to any of these guys, we would indeed hold a Poker Run to help their families.

The Downed Bikers only works in 2 States, but have traveled before. If you are interested in Starting your own Chapter, get in contact with them. It's also more the reason to get the word out about them. To raise money for them to help them expand and help as many families as they can.

We have Associations to help DUI victims, car crashes, and the such. This is the only group that is dedicated to help motorcycle victims. Be it there fault or not. Majority of the time is isn't the riders fault. You see our brains don't process certain things. We have a blind spot so to speak when it comes to motorcycles. Many that hit riders swear they never saw them, and in part that is true. If we haven't trained our brains to see them, then we don't. And that causes many fatalities in the riding community. I highly suggest everyone takes a motorcycle safety course. Even if you never ride, you will at least know they are out there.

The Downed Bikers are not a political group. They have nothing to do with anything but helping others. They are also an IRS recognized Charity. So you can write them off on your taxes.

You can donate directly to the Organization, as in buying a membership or a Koozie (as I can't seem to find a donation button)

If you do, please let me know. Sign the pledge and you will be entered to win the roadRunner Magazines goody bag, worth $50. Even if you don't ride, you can always give it to some one for a present.





Please help me out. This is the only time a year that I raise money for charity online. After this, You won't hear a peep until next year. If you choose to place one of the 3 banners I have, up on your blog, please let me know and you could win your choice of t-shirts from Crazy Dog T-shirts.

I will be back tomorrow with the links to where you can go to help me stay awake, and where you can find the voting on the 2 names for the cow.

Thank you to everyone that has been playing along and helping me out. It makes me feel better about so many things.

See you tomorrow, 8 am central time!




I never see your money!


And remember there are other 'thonners out there. Go to this facebook page and see if there is another charity you would like to help.

2 days left to vote!

NAME THAT COW

you can vote once on each poll

Second part

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  Xanto (means Golden)


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  Xylia (means wood dweller)


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  Xixian Xi


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  Xhosa


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  Xalina (means Moon, light, shine)


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  Xanthe Xira (means Blonde Messenger)


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  Xia (glow of sunshine)


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  Xiu Xiu (heaven Bath)


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  XIA XING (glow of the sunrise star)


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  Xanadu Gelfing

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What should her name be?

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  Xandra's Xanthippe


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  Xavia (means new house)


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  Xanadu


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  Xiavierre Xuxa


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  Xuan (means Spring)


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  Xena


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  Xstead's Xtra


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  Xola Xolani (means Stay in Peace & Please Forgive)


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  Xuxu's Petals


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  Xanthe

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In the Dark, Peeing with X Bunnies

Can you tell the difference?


before



After



I was painting the hallway at the farmstead, white. No electricity, no windows in that area. The white has brightened it up a bit. And yes, I am painting wood paneling.






X is looking good. He seems happy and busy.



You saw the bathroom at the farmstead. There is a little traveler potty. A composing outhouse is in the plans but for now the above tree is perfect for peeing. No really. I thought you guys were just dying to see it.


After we left the homestead for the farmstead, we stopped at a store. I opened the back of the car to put the bought items in. Out came 6 quarts of canned pickled, crashing to the pavement. Mom was upset, but I told her to look, it was only 2 jars, not all of them. I cleaned up the glass and the now useless pickles and put them in a grocery bag. As I was putting them into the trash can, I discovered that the entry hole was a bit too small. Now the peat moss bags are covered in blood.

The cut is deep and long. I could move the flesh around the bone easily. I needs a stitch or two (three would be my guess). I wrapped in in Kleenex. My mother wanted to stop at an ER. I waved her on, we have what we need at the farm. Turns out we didn't though. Mom had nothing for stitches. And she says she doubts she would be able to sew any one's flesh up. We still need stuff for stitches out at the farmstead. We poured clean water on it, and I bit my lip to keep from cursing in front of my mother. It burned! Then some peroxide. But the vinegar and salt had kept the wound clean. I also had to pucker the wound out, as it was trying to curl inward. It will be a good scar. (still burns a bit this morning)



I wasn't home 10 minutes, when the phone rang. There were rabbits at the shop.



Free range rabbits. But the are very docile. We received 7 yesterday and the guy says there are more on their way. And I didn't have to pay or barter for them.

I don't accept any excuses

I put everybody to work.

Our Buddy Brian came out yesterday. He comes out every Monday.




This day he decided not to do nothing, while he watched husband in the garden. He grabbed the machete and went to work.




He was telling us that when his parents lived in Brazil, a couple of men would come by twice a week to mow the lawn using nothing but machetes.

Then at one point Brian looked at Husband and asked him to roll him over there. "Because I'm a push mower." he laughed.

I am glad he still has his humor.

We talked about getting him a Mountain Pony to pull him around the Farmstead, he thought that was great.

Brian is one of the reasons I am raising money for The Downed Bikers Association. If you have yet to read his story, you can find it here.

White Trash Farm Monday

some before and during shots of the inside of the farm house (can't say after because it is still in progress)




We showed up at my mothers on time, to take a large desk and piano out to the farmstead. Once there it was all about the fencing, again. But I think we are done with it. Barbed wire is stretched and the walk gate is up.





I included this photo because I still think Husband is a hotty, especially when he is working.




Cows seem to be very happy. They scared one of my mom's helpers. He has never been close to a cow and it worried him.





Small said he wasn't feeling well. And you know what they say. . . animals have a sense about these things.



This was a good ending to a productive day.