Then we slice and dice and carve in pretty pictures

How to shave with a straight razor.

I haven't used safety razors in years. Disposable razors and safety razors can be expensive and a pain. Plus whenever I used them, I ended up getting all prickly within a few hours, or as soon as I got any goose bumps. Blah. How annoying is that? Besides, nothing compares with how clean a straight razor actually shaves. Smooth without the pain of sugaring.

For the guys, this is simple, find a barber shop. No, not a Fantastic Sam's or something like that. But an honest to goodness Barber shop. Talk to the Barber and see if he will teach you to use a straight razor. Many will charge you for the shave, but if you have never had this done before, it is well worth it, and your lady will be constantly touching you.

Ladies, this can get a little more complicated. If you are man enough, seek out a Barber. Most will not be able to show you how to shave your legs, underarms, or any delicate areas. However, they might be willing to take you an as an apprentice. Not only will you learn a new skill, but possible work.

It takes an average of 100 shaves to get decent at it.

And you will bleed. No if and or buts about it, you will cut yourself more than once. Straight razors are dangerous, if you aren't careful, you will slice and dice yourself. However once you get it down, those slight cuts are indeed worth the effort.

Because someone else has already written the article, I will send you to this wiki page. It does a good job in telling you how to shave your face.

Ladies, you will need to follow the directions as well, for your legs. However there are some differences.

• Lather and shave is sections, don't try doing it all at once. Use short strokes.

• When learning, start off with the easier sections nothing bony. It will be easier for you, and help you build up your courage.

• Once you got the down, time for the knees. They can be an issue. You need to shave away from the knee cap, never towards it, as it will cut you.

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• Make sure you pull your skin taught while doing this.

• Bend you knee and shave up, carefully.

• Rinse in cold water and sooth any razor burns with witch hazel.

That would be how women shave their legs with a straight razor or cut throat razor.

Withdrawing

I am preoccupied as of late. I am concerned about my fellow countrymen and the things I have been reading. I really want to tell every one to just stop talking for a moment.

I have a lot of work to do here, and at the farm. Those are the thoughts that should be taking up my time. I am going to have to force myself to do that. I had to withdraw from my friends on facebook, because I knew that if I said anything about the horrible remarks made about (in general) my side of the opinion, I would upset a lot of people. It wasn't so much them as it was the company they keep.

I have been watching the chicks, and enjoy them. The way the little ones punk up to one another cracks me up. It reminds me of Junior high boys. This is what I like. I am not a people person, I have very few friends. But I have always been that way. I don't shun away from people I am just too honest for them, and I know it. But I cherish honesty and do not feel the need to change it.

Turkey vomit is gross. Why on earth must they vomit like that! I know it is a self defense thing and I would not want to eat something that vomits on me. I still might want to kill it out of the shear grossness of it however. Yes, I am changing the subject, that way I don't start ranting.

The turkeys are getting big, soon they can go outside. I am worried though, the rainy season is coming, and with flooding and wetness, turkeys don't like to survive. We are reconstructing he turkey hutches, lifting the little ones off the ground until they are larger. Hopefully this will keep them all alive until butchering time.

One of my husband's clients makes his own soap and beer and some other things. He is retired Navy, a preacher and a biker. Husband said he will ask him if he would teach me how to make soap. I plan on offering him goats milk in exchange. I really would like to actually learn something from another person rather than reading it. I am self taught in too many things, and just once I would love to be a real student. He is on a mission right now, so not sure when I will be able to talk to him.

Now that I think about it, I have an outlet for my pent up temper. I have a couple of blogs that few people read. I can go there and spew my frustration. Maybe.

Skippymom, is all this coherent enough for you. ~wink~

This is how I think, not so much how I write. I can concentrate on one subject at a time. When I feel the need to. But my thought process can be sporadic. I will finish sentences of conversation I had 3 weeks before. Only because I thought of it suddenly. Of course the person I had talked to before, then later has no idea what I am talking about.

I keep my friends on their toes to say the least.

So tomorrow I will push the thought process aside, and go back to my homesteading ways. For today, I just felt the need to ramble. And I appreciate you putting up with it.

Get it!

I have pictures that I wanted to share, but alas! I can't find my cord to download them. So I shall tell you a story.

Tuesday evening, before twilight fell, husband arrived home. The cattle mooing their greeting and informing him that hay was needed. Our bull Undies is going through puberty, or at least his baleful mooing reminds one of the Brady Bunch episode where (Peter?) was going through "Changes". Those of you that remember seeing the episode surely has the song going through your head at this moment. ~taking bow~ You are welcome.

Husband imeditaly moved the car up to one of our trucks. He has been messing with our '67 Chevy for a few days now, and after about 15 minutes and a jump start, it came to life. We then discovered that there were several large holes in the radiator. I ran back and forth, filing it with water, only to watch in desperation as it seemeingly poured out the holes. Yet there was little choice it what we had to do. The cattle were gritching by this time, and husband has his pride, and we have relied too much on good neighbor for this job.

Husband managed to grab a bale with the failing truck, as I ran to get the gates. The mud and straw lied heavily on the ground, giving way to pooling water as I stepped heavily down. With y back turned I could hear the engine being gunned behind me, quickly I stepped aside as husband and his baby blue pickup came flying down the path. Mud and water sprayed up from the tires as he passed.

The cattle and I went running after the truck. As Sam (horse) decided that she was the one that was to inform good neighbors horses about what was hapening. she ran and jumped, taunting the equines. Husband and I shooed the cows away as we dropped the bale, and I grabbed the hay ring.

Husband was off, hitting the standing water, the front end hopping up. Halfway through the barn area, as the truck jumped yet again the hood went flying up, blocking all views of the path ahead. Husband revved the engine and was off like a bolt, not once being able to see if he was about to hit a barn or fencing. But the mud and water was thick if he would stop, he would be stuck.

He made it without a problem. As I shut the gate and turned around, husband had hopped out of the truck and was doing a victory dance.

Yesterday, as I was working in the house, our dogs began barking desperately. Then I heard good neighbor's truck. My dogs have never barked at good neighbor for just leaving his own home. I pulled back the old lace curtain's just in time to see good neighbor flying into my driveway, and begin honking. The way he was driving, the way he was honking, I felt that something horrid had just happened. I went running out, neglecting my jacket, and ran to see what was the matter.

He had forgotten to come over Monday to help us with a bale.

Why I Will No Longer Be Able to Accept Medicare or Your Insurance

I was just looking something up for a friend, when I stumbled on this. I remember getting a similar letter from my PCP 5 or so years ago. My Doc is cash or check only.

Thought some of you might find it interesting.

Dear Patient: For over 30 years now, Medicare (aped by private insurance companies) has been increasingly interfering in the patient-doctor relationship, and increasingly meddling in my business, to the point that it is now virtually impossible for me to deliver quality, affordable healthcare, or to enjoy my cherished profession. The alleged purpose of this meddling is to "control costs." But because these efforts have been short-sighted, knee-jerk measures that ignore fundamental laws of economics and human behavior, the actual effect has been to cause healthcare costs to increase at TWICE the rate of inflation. These cost increases are not making doctors or hospitals rich -- average inflation-adjusted physician incomes have steadily declined, in sharp contrast to the wage trends for other professionals. I and a growing number of my fellow physicians are no longer willing to participate in this lunacy that is destroying our healthcare system, depriving many citizens of needed care, stifling medical innovation, and even driving patients overseas to obtain affordable treatment.

To accept your insurance, I and my clinic staff would be required to waste enormous time and other resources coping with numerous complicated requirements intended to limit your test and treatment options. Virtually everything I do as a physician would be subject to being second-guessed, micromanaged, or rejected as "not medically necessary." As a free American, I can no longer in good conscience tolerate this level of government interference in my business, nor should you.

You can read the entire letter here>>>

I also read a bit on his blog, interesting stuff.

Like my world, I'm on fire

Mother Love Bone was and still is one of my favorites to listen to. Great for mucking out the barn with.

My music is rather eclectic.



Prong, another band I have been in love with a long time. Talk about old school metal.

My music taste ranges all over, from Irish Folk, to 80's punk, from Russian death metal, to Southern Rock. And why yes, there is indeed some 60's love and a tad of rap and bluegrass.

My life, as my music, is rather all inclusive. I read blogs from all over the world. People like me and people that aren't. If I read something interesting, I keep reading. My blog list is rather odd if you actually sat down and dug through it. I have hippies, and green mothers, I have patriots and revolutionists, I have moms and dads, brothers and sisters. It keeps pace with how I see the world.

But some people will only see that I have Prong on my play list, they will not see Mother Love Bone. I will be labeled quickly as a skin head, a hate monger. All without digging into what I really am. You need to look at the whole picture, not just a sentence or two.

And I am seeing this happening all over with rapturous appetite on quite a few blogs I read. Posted by our dear friend anonymous. The blog world is looking hateful these days, and it saddens me.

I am a naive little girl. I get that. But the peace and sanity that some of my friends have enjoyed for years, writing about their daily loves are suddenly being attacked because they have an opinion about something. I must say that I don't clearly understand the motives of some people to search the web, to only leave nasty remarks on a family blog. I know that people can be emotional over certain things, and I myself have been guilty of getting hot under the collar. However I have never once gone out of my way just to find someone with a different opinion than myself so that I can threaten their families. This is beyond me.

If I don't agree with something, I might say something. I try to keep it respectful. And usually it isn't said until after I had been reading the blog for a bit. If I am new to it, I just move on for the moment. It isn't that hard to do. And I never leave it anonymously. I am not a coward. If you truly believe in what you are saying, then say it proudly. If not, move on, let them be. There is no need for name calling and threats, it makes you look like the bad guy and never persuades anyone to your side.

And when calling someone a racist and hatemonger, be sure not to litter your vocabulary with overly vulgar somewhat homophobic graphics.

He Left me for my Mother

That's what my audition tape for the Springer show will say.

Husband did indeed leave me for my mother yesterday. They headed out to the farmstead. I wasn't able to go, because of the boys school. Husband got a new chainsaw for his birthday and was itching to use it. He asked if I had pictures of what the land looked like before he got out there. He says there is a noticeable difference in the land scape. Actually started to look like people might be moving in again.

They said the drive way had 3 feet of snow in it. The drive is a big problem. It sits very low, and seems to be always flooded. even if we are in the flint hill, I'm not sure the boys will be able to fill it with the rocks they find around the farm. We will have to raid the neighbors place.

I am sitting here watching 50 two day old chicks run around like, well chickens with their heads cut off! They arrived yesterday. The hatchery threw in extra roosters for me. Which is good. I only ordered just enough for my breeding needs, and these extra's can be butchered later. Or rather sooner, than later.

Husband had built a new brooder out of scrap. It's rather large. Big enough that Small crawled into the cage and slept the first night it was in the house. The cats being shut in it with him were not happy. But we did discover that the cats couldn't get out, which in turn means they can't get in. Small wasn't happy that he couldn't keep sleeping in it because of the birds. I'm shaking my head as well. All I can say is that he is my son. I take responsibility for the eccentric behavior of me children. I know that I too am not the "normal" type of person. However, I still blame husband in public.

Kansas Senate to consider amendment blocking federal health-care reform

TOPEKA — A proposed constitutional amendment aimed at limiting the impact of potential federal health care reform measures is on its way to the full Senate.

The Senate Public Health and Welfare Committee on Wednesday moved out Senate Concurrent Resolution 1626 without recommendation on a voice vote. Sen. David Haley, D-Kansas City, Kan., was the only recorded no vote.

The resolution would add a new article to the state’s constitution to say that no person or business in the state could be required to participate in a specific health care system or purchase health care.


Read entire article here>>>

I refuse

Come take me to jail now. You know where I live.

If you think that I will be forced, coerced, or frightened into buying into your program. You are wrong.

I know that you will threaten to take my children. I know you will threaten to take my livelihood. We have ways around all that ourselves.

I will not be purchasing your health insurance.

I didn't have a choice in life. My mother made that choice. Once my brain developed and I learned on an intellectual level what life meant, I decided I liked it. And I choose to continue to go on. I will not kill myself, it isn't like car insurance.

I was raised in a very liberal household. What ever happened to the mantra of my body, my choice? Are you that hypocritical. Do you think the working poor are so stupid that they have to be saved? Or that's right, you are. It isn't their fault.

My father had health insurance for us when we were children. That was a part of the perks of getting a good job. I left home, and had no insurance. And the thing I find out is that if you have some money to give up to the hospital you go to, they tend to reduce bills and give you payment plans that actually fit your budget.

My husband worked hard. Earned a job with health insurance as a perk. We have been without it for two years. We set money aside in case of an emergency. And our doctor is one of those rare breeds that doesn't except health insurance in any form. Cash or check.

I refuse to drink the kool-aide, as so many are putting it. I refuse to buy into this. I will not pay your fines on principal.

I am prepared to go to jail.