An Untitled Mess

Funny story.  I was out at the farm the other day helping dad tear down the walls in our feed room.  He swore up and down that the walls are infested with rats and the only way to remedy the problem is to tear the walls down so they have nowhere to nest.  Anything that involves destruction with a hammer and crowbar and I'm in.  We had a blast pulling the walls down, it was some quality time together.  We didn't find a single rat either. While out at the farm, I went to go see our male goat, BB.  Mom and dad call him Mr. Mister, but I call him BB, which is short for Blue Balls.  See, he is the only buck at our farm and we have a few does.  We keep them separated so they can't mate, hence the name Blue Balls.  Well, I was in his pen, because he is very friendly, playing with him and petting him.  Dad sees me and says, "Make sure he doesn't try and mount you."  I just laugh at him and say that we are just playing around.  Not ...

Me and Jamie Dog (..oh, and DTY also) I just noticed, as I posted this photo to my blog, how the image is reversed.  The writing on my sweatshirt is backwards and the steering wheel is on the British side of the car...very peculiar. Oh, so I bet you are just clamoring to know what the title of this post is all about.  What, a new girl friend?  Could it be?  Well, yeah.  It was hard not to fall for her.  We had a connection almost instantly.  The first date I took her for a walk on the beach on a crisp, cool evening last week.  The sky was clear and speckled with brightly shimmering stars.  Sounds of waves gently breaking on the sandy beach serenaded our evening.  It was the perfect night and we got to know each other very well. When I picked her up the other day, she was overflowing with joy and happiness.  It had been nearly a week since we last saw each other and her excitement was infectious.  There was no possible w...

Yes, this is going to be mostly a "woe is me" piece.  Deal with it, get over it or just stop reading...that simple.  My birthday was the 25th.  Yes, Christmas day.  Do you know what people usually say when they find out that's my birthday?  They usually say, "Man, that sucks" or some other variation of that same sentiment.  I usually smile and say politely that it's not so bad.  I have never been called to work on my birthday and usually the family is all here because everyone is "home for Christmas".  Then they add something like, "I bet you get screwed on presents" and I'm like, it's not about the presents man, it's about the people I care about in my life being here for me.  And that's the truth.  I couldn't care less (yes, that's the proper way to say that phrase) about presents.  Maybe as a child I would get a little upset and point out how unfair it all is to get ONE birthday/Christmas gift from some relati...