Saturday, May 12, 2007

Pimpin'

So as most of the three of you here know, I'm not a big "joiner". I'm not into groups of people unless I'm controlling them. I'm pretty much a loner that way.
But over at DIST forum I've found a group that I can lurk around, toss out a half witted comment, and still have friends. No one gets their panties in a bunch when they don't agree. And no, they don't all agree all the time. There are varied and vastly different opinions there. Everyone keeps on their big girl panties and places nice, even Avi.
DIST turns one year old Sunday. I think it's pretty amazing that any group in this day and age on the internet lasts one whole year. That's like 12 months, 365 days, 8760 hours of togetherness without crumbling. We sent cards for Christmas and had a gift exchange. I never did get my damn cookies from KG though.
Congratulations DIST. I'm happy to say I'm a part of it. Super Slut that I am.

Friday, May 11, 2007

My ass hurts and that's all I have to say about that.

The training conference was fine. Boring as hell but fine. At least it's like an open forum so we could blurt out and get off tract at will. Given we were taking about teat end vacuum pressure and... what else were we talking about?

Even though it was a year ago? Two years ago? that I went to WA in the summer, where it was 110 and we thought we would melt, die, and evaporate, 85 just didn't feel that hot today. The numbness to heat must have stuck.

And when, WHEN my "friends", were you going to mention to me that I look like HELL? Ok, so normally I wear sweatshirts and it's rather hard to tell... (why am I helping you out of this hole I'm trying to dig for you) that I'm getting skinny as hell? I'm glad I don't have large mirrors at home.
I jumped out of the shower last night at the motel and thought, Holy fuck!
The big problem is I am 5'3" with the bone structure for someone 5'8". To say I'm large boned would be an understatement. My collar bone is protruding a good inch right now and you could use my ribs as a xylophone. Ewww?! Muscle baby. We need to find some.
I may never remove my sweatshirt again. My minds eye is burned. Be guaranteed I will not be buying any mirrors soon. I may never walk by one again either.

Other new. Humm. Got none. I've been on the road for two days. I *heart* my truck/suv/car. It may get crappy gas mileage but it was a nice trip down and home. I'm almost looking forward to putting a trailer behind it.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Owning your own

I think Amy says it better than I ever could have.

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Have you heard the hair dye commercial that goes along something like... Where were you when this song was playing and your hair was in braids and a headband.... or something like that.

Anyhow the next part says ...this song....fushia tips.... blah blah

We're driving down the road. This commercial plays. My sons says..."Did she just say fushia TITS or TIPS?" And like any mature parent I almost rear ended the person in front of me laughing my ass off. "Son. TIPS, with a P." I mean it was the '80's and all, but we hadn't quite got THAT into dying yet.

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In other news I received a call from the insurance company of the girl who hit my PARKED car. Their going to accept responsibility. Duh? This here traffic accident report, listing her in the who-done-it column, pretty much guaranteed you were paying one way or the other. Cause the next time I had to call to see if you'd "talked to your insured" it would be my lawyer making the call, asshat.

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Since I won't be home for much of FOAD Thursday. I'm issuing an early statement.
*FOAD to people planning events who wait (I don't care how young they are) until the last minute to contact you to help. Or rather, to ask you which item you want to cover. You want me to create a display board depicting and deciphering a milk record and you want me to do that in 5 days. Two of which I will be on the road? SURE. I can whip up something that will hopefully not look like ASS because I really do want this girl to be successful but why is another story. Some people need time to plan and prepare. If we CHOOSE to put it off until the last minute, that's our problem, right? I feel sorry for people trying to prepare to give a demonstration.
*FOAD to insurance agents. Hit.Parked.Car.With.Police.Involvement. And you can't accept responsibility until you've talked to your insured? It's not like they left a little note on my car and said OOPS and I'm some random Joe calling in. Police report in hand. Not my fault your insured hasn't A)given you a current phone number B)answered their phone or C) called to report the accident and damage to their own car.

Sunday, May 6, 2007

hairy boys

Hair Beasts.
Since I couldn't lift a copy of the picture, damn flikr anyway, you'll have to go here to see the hairy boys.
Thanks Sarah. And yes, I do hate having my picture taken thankyouverymuch.
Home from the first show of the year. A buck show. I totally went the lame-O way with my bucks and didn't clip. This is mostly significant with the breed I have because they are hairy beasts, think yak only smaller. I'm hoping my friend Sarah caught at least one picture of one of the hair beasts. The pictures will likely have the head of a child making faces attached to it. You can't say our bucks don't get enough lovin'.

We did fine. Probably would have been better if I'd clipped, but ya know, I just don't care. In fact the only think I really care about is that HE (this one breeder) is standing behind me. Yeah I realize that's not very sportsman like. HE has this ego he has to sling over his shoulder to carry. HE has this attitude of "you can't possibly beat my goats, but thanks for coming to play". The first time he did that I thought, "Wow, ok, he must have some great goats." I'm someone who feels you earn ego. After he spent that whole show staring at either my ass of my friends ass he was not so nice to us anymore and I was rethinking why his ego was so inflated. This year he was nicer, barely. It's still nice to know he's standing behind me. Even in the ring I placed 2nd to last, he was last.
My young buck, short and short. Yeah, duh? So was papa until he turned 3. I'm ok with that. Every judge, even the really odd one, said both my bucks had the widest and best rear leg sets in the class. That's the best news.
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The bad news?
On the way home I get a call from my hubby. Someone hit my new car. In front of my house. While it was PARKED!
I guess the woman cut the corner by our house going too fast and when a car was coming at her she swerved into my car, pushed it a whole foot forward and damn near hit my fence. In actuality the damage is pretty minor considering she hit my Jimmy with a full sized pickup. We're not sure if there is damage to the running gear yet. If my family ever wakes up we will find out. I was mostly flipped out because ALL of my work meters were in the back. All.Of.Them. I had just tested my big herd before I left and frankly was lazy and didn't take them out. That could get costly for her, they are just shy of 400 new. I haven't looked to see if any were damaged. Bill did say some of them are shifted forward.
What is it with cars this weekend?

Sarah was hit by a buzzard and some dumb bimbo hit my parked car.