Who you callin' Weird???

Shabby in the City tagged me. Seven weird things, she says, I must post about myself. Oh, please! The agony of attempting to select just seven! But here is just a taste...


7) When I say I'm a cowgirl, I mean just that. I learned to ride on the back of a Guernsey milk cow. Nothing like riding a cow. You can trust me on that.


6) I like pickles with my peanut butter. I've written to M&M/Mars several times asking for a candy with pickles and peanut butter, sort of an alternative to the Reese's candies, but they continually turn me down. I don't know why...doesn't everyone enjoy that combination? mmmm...pickles dipped in peanut butter...


5) I learned to speak pig Latin when I was nine. Not terribly unusual on it's own, I suppose...however...I came home from school and neither of my parents were home. I don't recall where they were...there was probably a note saying they'd stepped out to a neighbors or something. Shortly after I arrived there was a knock on the door. I answered it to find a warthog. Not just any warthog. This one was my uncle. Uncle Warthog. And while we waited together for my parents to come back home, he taught me to speak pig Latin. I'll bet none of you learned pig Latin from a warthog.


4) My uncle is a warthog.


3) I'm the official photographer in this county for slug weddings. No, really! The pay isn't great, but the dandelions are fairly tasty as long as you get to them before Uncle Sylvester.


2) When stores ask me for my zip code, I give them someone else's.


1) There's not much I enjoy more than a good, creepy cemetery! If it's got an angel with glowing eyes? All the better...

I swear her eyes glow at night! Really!

Soooo....now I'm supposed to tag seven others. But you know what? I'm not going to play the game. Well...not quite in the same fashion. I mean, the weird thing has been travelling around like a virus, and I think it's time to morph! So instead of seven weird things...

I'm going to hand out boogers. And this will be played like the thinking blog tag, but instead of blogs that make you think, you'll need to tag three blogs that make you laugh. Laugh enough for boogers! Which of course is somewhat weird, so it does fit rather nicely after all. And the best part is, you don't really have to think (about how weird you are or anything else!)

And here are my three little boogers for today:

Blind As A Bat. That would be Beth. She loves to laugh. She loves to laugh at herself. It says so in her profile, so it must be true. Plus, I'm pretty certain she's caused a snort or two in me over the past couple months. Trot on over and wish her little boy a belated happy birthday!

Catching Light. This is Vicki's blog. When I first 'met' Vicki, I realized we had a lot in common. We both blog. We both take pictures. We both have horses. Both of us are women. Women with children. We are also both Christians. However, the similarities end there, because unlike Vicki, I've never been to a sex shop. And if I had been? I seriously doubt I'd tell the world about it on my blog. Okay, maybe I would, but I've never been. Vicki, however, has both been and posted about it. And when I read about it? Well, booger worthy if anything ever was.

Dan's Blah Blah Blog. Okay, I tagged Dan a few weeks ago for the Thinkers Blog. Like me, he complained of the pain involved in thinking. Like me, he wished he didn't have to think. And yes I think my husband is the sexiest, best man in the whole world!!!

Wait! I didn't type that! My husband has nothing to do with Dan! Sheesh, step away from the keyboard for a moment and City Boy takes over...

Okay, back to Dan. Dan is funny. But not as funny as his cat. Go check out Dan's cat, Lulu. Poor Lulu is is hopelessly abused, and somehow she found a way to express herself on Dan's blog this week. And she hasn't even got opposable thumbs! Way to go, Lulu! You get a booger for your effort at the keyboard. (PS...my cats made me give the last booger to Lulu!)

Now...all three of you little boogers must find three more booger worthy blogs and pass it on... Hey, look at it this way, you're at the top of the booger pyramid! You don't have to worry about handing it out to someone who's received twelve dozen of these stinking awards already!

Random Silliness

Happy Birthday, Lanky Hanky!

Today is Lanky Hanky's birthday. Darling and I took her to the cemetery to celebrate. We feel it's important to do things on one's birthday that one will be able to look back on later in life and say "Gee, that was warped". Lanky Hanky, thanks to us, will be able to do that.

Lanky Hanky and Darling exchange a hug.
This is a birthday she will long remember!

Lanky Hanky is taller than Darling!

Lanky is the older sister of Miss Banana Head, and the younger sibling of Trouble. She is also more than a full year younger than Darling. Which why we're puzzled as to the size difference between the two. Lanky's mother is Little Hitler, who is a good four inches shorter than I am. Both City Boy and Lanky's father are about the same height. So how did Lanky grow so tall?

While at the cemetery, we pondered nicknames for Lanky. Darling suggested Skinnie Winnie. Lanky nearly fell of the tailgate of the truck laughing. No, she didn't think that was a good one. Hmmmm...how about Thin Min? No, that wasn't going to cut the mustard either. Darling sighed...Lanky Hanky? Another outburst of laughter from Lanky. "It's all about the rhyme with you, isn't it?" she asked Darling. "Yes. The rhyme an the fact that you're too skinny."

And that is how Lanky Hanky got her nickname. It was just one step above Skinnie Winnie, and as it's Lanky's birthday, we allowed her that one small token as a gift. However, it still doesn't answer the question of how she got so tall.

But I swear...it'll never happen again!

Some days are just like that...

Perfectly wonderful and glorious, that is.

Then there are the rest of them.

A couple months back I had three ewes here for breeding to one of my East Friesian rams. Carrot was more than willing to do the job; in fact, quite anxious the moment he smelled 'girl' getting out of the truck. He was convinced one of the ewe lambs was ready to go right then and there. Ewe lamb did not agree. So Carrot began romancing the ewe...and let me tell you, City Boy couldn't do it any better...worse?..well, they've got about the same style. (Sorry, City Boy, but you bought me a toilet bowl brush!)

The thing is, ewe lamb, or (plink! brain-o-pause attack...what is her name?) wasn't interested. In fact, she tucked her tail, threw him the most bewildered look and ran as fast as she could away from him. Being a man...or ram...he followed, thinking she was just playing hard to get. You know...that whole no must really mean yes because I think you've got a cute hiney thing. Brie! That's her name. I knew it would come to me eventually.

Ewe's the only one for me, Brie!

Anyway, Brie wanted nothing to do with Carrot. However, there was Lady, the experienced girl of the crowd, the been there, done that, wanna do it some more girl in the crowd. Lady thought Carrot smelled good, and she began to hunt him down. So while Carrot ran after bewildered, virginal Brie, Lady ran after Carrot. It was like some warped Shakespearean love triangle going on in my sheep pasture. Carrot could not figure out how to convince Brie that she really meant yes, and Lady couldn't convince Carrot that she may be older, but she was definitely wiser and more experienced and he'd have a great time if he just forgot about her age... (oh, this is just sounding all too familiar...)

Don't touch me! I'm the Princess...and no means no!

The ewes stayed here and...um...got acquainted with Carrot for about a month. After that they went home. However, it would appear that perhaps one ewe did not get bred, and the services of one of the rams would be needed once again. So this morning I was going to bring Pokey down to visit. That was the plan.


I love it when a plan comes together. This was nothing like that. I got up bright and early, went out to feed everyone. I tossed the chickens their feed, put hay in Quiet Storm's manger, and placed hay out with the sheep. Then there was Sunny...sweet, beautiful, wild Sunny. I grabbed the grain scoop and brought it into the paddock in an attempt to lure her close, hoping she'd eat out of it this morning. I don't know how long I spent there trying to get my sweet girl to let go of her fear, but it was evidently too long. I was late, which meant my little window of morning opportunity to deliver Pokey had slipped by. The ewe's owner had a meeting at 10, so now I had to wait until afternoon before driving down.


City Boy was home, which meant I had to pretend I actually accomplish things during the day. I did a load of laundry (bleck!), actually used that stinking gift of a toilet bowl brush (double bleck! Have you any clue how long I'd been growing that culture for science?) and even considered washing my truck. Oh, but that would just be silly...it's still winter and will get dirty again in no time. Scratch the truck idea.

I'm nearly out of hay, so had to make a quick run to Brigget's to pick up a couple bales to take along with Pokey. By now, I'd wasted enough time to consider loading him up. Normally a very friendly sheep, I didn't think there'd be any trouble taking him away from his harem of ladies. I thought wrong. Pokey suddenly erupted into a wild beast from (I'll spell it out so I don't have to say it, okay?) H-e-l-l (I know you appreciated that!) He wouldn't walk with me, he wouldn't lead, he wouldn't follow the grain. And he's too derned big to lift up and carry! What takes me two minutes with a ewe took twenty with Pokey. The girls know that there's grain in the back of the truck, so when it's backed up to the loading area, they race to see who can get there first. Winner gets the most grain. Pokey didn't know the rules, or maybe he realized there was no competition and he'd get all the grain no matter what. Either way, I was again running late.

You're kidding, right? I'm not going anywhere today...

My truck was nearly out of gas. Great. Stop at the credit union to grab some cash. Run grab a couple bales of hay to accompany Pokey. Get into a conversation with Brigget and now I'm even later! Plus, I'm hungry, so I stopped at Mickey D's for a burger...and the fries must have been cooked in old oil, they were barfy!

Get down to M's house and unload Pokey. The ewe's are all huddled around the gate, anxiously awaiting their man. Pokey gets out and immediately thinks he's died and gone to ram heaven...then quickly realizes that three women is only good in fantasy land. In reality it's a nightmare. The girls are all jealous of each other because he's looking at each them with a wicked gleam in his eye, and instead of his fantasy of them fighting one another to win his affection, they gang up on him and try to kill him. Poor Pokey, this is not what he signed up for! But it turns out our experienced Lady was actually bred, so she's moved out of the pasture. Now that the younger girls are a bit more relaxed without Lady to educate them, Pokey thinks about getting down to business. And which of these two lovely ladies does he find the most attractive? Our little goodie four shoes, Brie! When I left, Pokey was chasing her about the field, trying to convince her that no really meant yes...

Look deep into my eyes, dear...

By now it's getting to be late enough for me to be thinking about going home. I decided to take the long way since it was still light enough for pictures. Drove a road I was unfamiliar with, hoping to find an old barn or some such thing. At the bottom of the hill I spotted a big barn near a berry field. There was a road turning off to the left, so I turned down in order to get a better shot of the barn. That's when I saw it...the Bow Hill Cemetery!

Guess it wasn't such a bad day after all.... :)