How exciting for you! If you get the cattle, please post pictures. Those are neat looking!
Lisa
The Front Porch Swing
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How exciting for you! If you get the cattle, please post pictures. Those are neat looking!
Lisa
Good morning my fellow Front Porchers. It's gonna be a beautiful day here at Oleo Acres. Gonna start out the day with Bee's advice, get rid of that soggy mess in the brooder and dump in straight shavings. Ohh, I can hardly wait for Charlie, Rose and Jane to pull their stuff this morning! <insert evil laugh here> My day will be busy too - maybe not as crammed full of good stuff as Deb's, but as soon as I've had my coffee I'm going to hang the heat lamp in the coop with a small fan to see if I can dry out some of the lingering dampness out from yesterday's rain/snow/rain/snow. Checked it before I went to bed last night - there were no leaks anywhere, despite not having shingles, fascia and soffits installed yet, but the air has that damp feeling to it and I can't see trying to prime it that way. So I figured since it's going to be halfway nice today, if I get that lamp out there early with the fan blowing it around it should be dry enough to prime by the time I get home. There's no straw or bedding of any kind - just the bare dirt floor, so I'm not too worried about leaving that stuff running for a bit. Ken will be home from Sheridan early Saturday afternoon and we'll be finishing up the coop! (Tarzan thump and yell!)
I'm taking Jenny, Katie, and Kendra to Cody today. The girls have appointments with their pediatrician and while we're up there I need to pick up some bucket nipples. I know where I saw some! Gonna buy a few of them and stick two into an ice cream bucket I have on the back porch. Let you know how it goes! Sometime today I also need to get my column turned into the newspaper before I get fired. Haven't had one in all month, and I'm supposed to do one every two weeks. Fortunately Dave (paper's owner and editor) and Ken are good friends and Lodge brothers, so I probably get by with more than I should! Teehee!
Hey, I've been meaning to ask...some of you have some really cute emoticons that I can't find. Help?
I'm taking Jenny, Katie, and Kendra to Cody today. The girls have appointments with their pediatrician and while we're up there I need to pick up some bucket nipples. I know where I saw some! Gonna buy a few of them and stick two into an ice cream bucket I have on the back porch. Let you know how it goes! Sometime today I also need to get my column turned into the newspaper before I get fired. Haven't had one in all month, and I'm supposed to do one every two weeks. Fortunately Dave (paper's owner and editor) and Ken are good friends and Lodge brothers, so I probably get by with more than I should! Teehee!
Hey, I've been meaning to ask...some of you have some really cute emoticons that I can't find. Help?
Last night I said I felt a story coming on! Grab your buckets...gonna tell a quick story about my sister Linda and me. Ready?
I was thinking about Linda and what a great childhood we had, thanks in large part to the great guy Ma married after our father died and the addition of 2 more sisters and one brother that they had together. At first I was terrified of this giant. I didn't know humans came in that size! And Ma was only 4'11, which made him seem even bigger!
Linda was tiny, but she was a little hellion. This particular day we were supposed to be picking potato bugs off the plants and dropping them into the "drowning bucket." She was going out of her way to irritate me, throwing weeds and bugs at me and giggling like crazy. She was tiny, but she was always a total little hellion. I'd had enough. I reached behind me and yanked a very large, very overripe tomato off the vine in the next row and I let fly!! Unfortunately that tomato left my hand just as Ma came around the corner of the house. She looked at Linda, who had seeds, 'mater juice, and 'mater innards merging with her tears at mid cheek level, then she looked at me firmly and said, "I think your dad needs to deal with this. I can't right now." The she took Linda by the hand and led her into the house to clean her up.
I was scared to death and dreaded him coming home from work. Ever have 2 seconds in your life you wish you could order do-overs for? That tomato toss was one of mine. Dad stood 6'4" and when you're 7 or 8 you could get a sore neck just from looking at his chest. I was in BIG trouble and I knew it.
I started bawling the minute I heard his car pull up and had worked myself into a state of unholy terror by the time he stepped out into the back yard.
He looked down at me and said, "Your mother told me that you threw a tomato at Linda today." I nodded. "Young lady," he scolded, "in this house we do not waste food." Then he winked at me, which confused me no end. "Now, did you waste a tomato today, Sis?"
"Um, yessir, I...I did and I'm really really sor...."
He interrupted my groveling. "Did it land where you meant it to?"
"Um, yessir, I guess it did."
"Then you didn't really waste it. Nice shot." And then he walked away, his shoulders shaking.
I didn't find out until many years later that when Ma said she couldn't deal with me right then, it was because she was trying so hard not to laugh. She knew Linda had something coming for her behavior and she was just coming out to get her when the 'mater came flying. She said Linda's stunned silence, followed by the tears and snot running down her ornery little face amid the tomato juice and seeds was one she would always remember as a lesson in being torn between right and righter.
Violence never solves anything, but a good old giant overripe tomato can sure make a difference at times. My sisters and my little brother are my greatest treasures. We go home to South Dakota every summer, and every summer we TRY to take 2 photos - one of just the five of us and one with Ken, Linda and husband Russ and Lori with hubby Steve included. (Neither Ron nor Bev are married.) Two years ago my niece took a total of 31 shots, and this one was as close as we got to a decent
picture! But we haven't given up...someday we'll get one! Last year was the year Linda got sick, so
we didn't even try.
Back row: Me, Ron, and Bev. Front: Lori, Linda
I was thinking about Linda and what a great childhood we had, thanks in large part to the great guy Ma married after our father died and the addition of 2 more sisters and one brother that they had together. At first I was terrified of this giant. I didn't know humans came in that size! And Ma was only 4'11, which made him seem even bigger!
Linda was tiny, but she was a little hellion. This particular day we were supposed to be picking potato bugs off the plants and dropping them into the "drowning bucket." She was going out of her way to irritate me, throwing weeds and bugs at me and giggling like crazy. She was tiny, but she was always a total little hellion. I'd had enough. I reached behind me and yanked a very large, very overripe tomato off the vine in the next row and I let fly!! Unfortunately that tomato left my hand just as Ma came around the corner of the house. She looked at Linda, who had seeds, 'mater juice, and 'mater innards merging with her tears at mid cheek level, then she looked at me firmly and said, "I think your dad needs to deal with this. I can't right now." The she took Linda by the hand and led her into the house to clean her up.
I was scared to death and dreaded him coming home from work. Ever have 2 seconds in your life you wish you could order do-overs for? That tomato toss was one of mine. Dad stood 6'4" and when you're 7 or 8 you could get a sore neck just from looking at his chest. I was in BIG trouble and I knew it.
I started bawling the minute I heard his car pull up and had worked myself into a state of unholy terror by the time he stepped out into the back yard.
He looked down at me and said, "Your mother told me that you threw a tomato at Linda today." I nodded. "Young lady," he scolded, "in this house we do not waste food." Then he winked at me, which confused me no end. "Now, did you waste a tomato today, Sis?"
"Um, yessir, I...I did and I'm really really sor...."
He interrupted my groveling. "Did it land where you meant it to?"
"Um, yessir, I guess it did."
"Then you didn't really waste it. Nice shot." And then he walked away, his shoulders shaking.
I didn't find out until many years later that when Ma said she couldn't deal with me right then, it was because she was trying so hard not to laugh. She knew Linda had something coming for her behavior and she was just coming out to get her when the 'mater came flying. She said Linda's stunned silence, followed by the tears and snot running down her ornery little face amid the tomato juice and seeds was one she would always remember as a lesson in being torn between right and righter.
Violence never solves anything, but a good old giant overripe tomato can sure make a difference at times. My sisters and my little brother are my greatest treasures. We go home to South Dakota every summer, and every summer we TRY to take 2 photos - one of just the five of us and one with Ken, Linda and husband Russ and Lori with hubby Steve included. (Neither Ron nor Bev are married.) Two years ago my niece took a total of 31 shots, and this one was as close as we got to a decent
picture! But we haven't given up...someday we'll get one! Last year was the year Linda got sick, so
we didn't even try.
Back row: Me, Ron, and Bev. Front: Lori, Linda
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The worst butt whipping I ever got for doing something mean....... my sister thought she was my shadow. She nearly drove 8 year old little ol' me crazy. One day in desperation I lead the pony she was riding under a sagging clothes line. The line hooked her under the chin just perfectly. Dumped her right on the ground. Didn't hurt her a bit, but her screaming brought moma running. ........... I think I stood up for about 3 days to eat.Last night I said I felt a story coming on! Grab your buckets...gonna tell a quick story about my sister Linda and me. Ready? I was thinking about Linda and what a great childhood we had, thanks in large part to the great guy Ma married after our father died and the addition of 2 more sisters and one brother that they had together. At first I was terrified of this giant. I didn't know humans came in that size! And Ma was only 4'11, which made him seem even bigger! Linda was tiny, but she was a little hellion. This particular day we were supposed to be picking potato bugs off the plants and dropping them into the "drowning bucket." She was going out of her way to irritate me, throwing weeds and bugs at me and giggling like crazy. She was tiny, but she was always a total little hellion. I'd had enough. I reached behind me and yanked a very large, very overripe tomato off the vine in the next row and I let fly!! Unfortunately that tomato left my hand just as Ma came around the corner of the house. She looked at Linda, who had seeds, 'mater juice, and 'mater innards merging with her tears at mid cheek level, then she looked at me firmly and said, "I think your dad needs to deal with this. I can't right now." The she took Linda by the hand and led her into the house to clean her up. I was scared to death and dreaded him coming home from work. Ever have 2 seconds in your life you wish you could order do-overs for? That tomato toss was one of mine. Dad stood 6'4" and when you're 7 or 8 you could get a sore neck just from looking at his chest. I was in BIG trouble and I knew it. I started bawling the minute I heard his car pull up and had worked myself into a state of unholy terror by the time he stepped out into the back yard. He looked down at me and said, "Your mother told me that you threw a tomato at Linda today." I nodded. "Young lady," he scolded, "in this house we do not waste food." Then he winked at me, which confused me no end. "Now, did you waste a tomato today, Sis?" "Um, yessir, I...I did and I'm really really sor...." He interrupted my groveling. "Did it land where you meant it to?" "Um, yessir, I guess it did." "Then you didn't really waste it. Nice shot." And then he walked away, his shoulders shaking. I didn't find out until many years later that when Ma said she couldn't deal with me right then, it was because she was trying so hard not to laugh. She knew Linda had something coming for her behavior and she was just coming out to get her when the 'mater came flying. She said Linda's stunned silence, followed by the tears and snot running down her ornery little face amid the tomato juice and seeds was one she would always remember as a lesson in being torn between right and righter. Violence never solves anything, but a good old giant overripe tomato can sure make a difference at times. My sisters and my little brother are my greatest treasures. We go home to South Dakota every summer, and every summer we TRY to take 2 photos - one of just the five of us and one with Ken, Linda and husband Russ and Lori with hubby Steve included. (Neither Ron nor Bev are married.) Two years ago my niece took a total of 31 shots, and this one was as close as we got to a decent picture! But we haven't given up...someday we'll get one! Last year was the year Linda got sick, so we didn't even try.Back row: Me, Ron, and Bev. Front: Lori, Linda
Last night I said I felt a story coming on! Grab your buckets...gonna tell a quick story about my sister Linda and me. Ready?
I was thinking about Linda and what a great childhood we had, thanks in large part to the great guy Ma married after our father died and the addition of 2 more sisters and one brother that they had together. At first I was terrified of this giant. I didn't know humans came in that size! And Ma was only 4'11, which made him seem even bigger!
Linda was tiny, but she was a little hellion. This particular day we were supposed to be picking potato bugs off the plants and dropping them into the "drowning bucket." She was going out of her way to irritate me, throwing weeds and bugs at me and giggling like crazy. She was tiny, but she was always a total little hellion. I'd had enough. I reached behind me and yanked a very large, very overripe tomato off the vine in the next row and I let fly!! Unfortunately that tomato left my hand just as Ma came around the corner of the house. She looked at Linda, who had seeds, 'mater juice, and 'mater innards merging with her tears at mid cheek level, then she looked at me firmly and said, "I think your dad needs to deal with this. I can't right now." The she took Linda by the hand and led her into the house to clean her up.
I was scared to death and dreaded him coming home from work. Ever have 2 seconds in your life you wish you could order do-overs for? That tomato toss was one of mine. Dad stood 6'4" and when you're 7 or 8 you could get a sore neck just from looking at his chest. I was in BIG trouble and I knew it.
I started bawling the minute I heard his car pull up and had worked myself into a state of unholy terror by the time he stepped out into the back yard.
He looked down at me and said, "Your mother told me that you threw a tomato at Linda today." I nodded. "Young lady," he scolded, "in this house we do not waste food." Then he winked at me, which confused me no end. "Now, did you waste a tomato today, Sis?"
"Um, yessir, I...I did and I'm really really sor...."
He interrupted my groveling. "Did it land where you meant it to?"
"Um, yessir, I guess it did."
"Then you didn't really waste it. Nice shot." And then he walked away, his shoulders shaking.
I didn't find out until many years later that when Ma said she couldn't deal with me right then, it was because she was trying so hard not to laugh. She knew Linda had something coming for her behavior and she was just coming out to get her when the 'mater came flying. She said Linda's stunned silence, followed by the tears and snot running down her ornery little face amid the tomato juice and seeds was one she would always remember as a lesson in being torn between right and righter.
Violence never solves anything, but a good old giant overripe tomato can sure make a difference at times. My sisters and my little brother are my greatest treasures. We go home to South Dakota every summer, and every summer we TRY to take 2 photos - one of just the five of us and one with Ken, Linda and husband Russ and Lori with hubby Steve included. (Neither Ron nor Bev are married.) Two years ago my niece took a total of 31 shots, and this one was as close as we got to a decent
picture! But we haven't given up...someday we'll get one! Last year was the year Linda got sick, so
we didn't even try.
Back row: Me, Ron, and Bev. Front: Lori, Linda
Blooie you really need to put warnings all over your stories! I am now cleaning my computer off. That was great, sooooo great! Thank you for the laugh!
Lisa
Blooie you really need to put warnings all over your stories! I am now cleaning my computer off. That was great, sooooo great! Thank you for the laugh!
Lisa
x2!!!!!
Ooh, your poor sister! And your poor backside! Sorry I'm being a little flip, but that was FUNNY!
Little sisters and brothers seem to be able to bring out the worst in us! I seem to recall a meal or two where I didn't want to sit there long enough for everyone to finish eating myself, and it usually did involve Linda, Lori, Ron or Bev somehow!! But Dad really surprised me on this one - I thought for sure I'd end up with a little hand to butt communication when he got home.
Are ya sure? I have castor oil and I'm not afraid to use it!
How are you today??
Ohhh!!! A front porch!!! Can I join?? >>>grabs a tall glass of iced tea and a rocking chair....
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