Friday, June 12, 2009

Oh, and this little snippit than anyone who plays FarnTown will find humorous....

So I'm driving along the highway and look out over a feild full of... queen anns lace and think....

"Wow, their potatoes are ready to harvest."

Step away from the computer. Put down the mouse and everything will be just fine.
My back = Completely Fubared.

It took three days for the muscles to loosen enough for it to pop and relieve some of the pressure. In the mean time I took enough Ibuprofen to warrant buying the 1000 tablet bottle. We figure it'll last 176 days.

I need to go see the chiropractor and get new insoles for my work shoes, but I'm waiting for my finances to mellow out a little.

I overestimated (?) the speed at which people would send payments to me and fired off a big payment to one of my bills. This all resulted in a near disaster when another bill, which is auto- payment (and like 600 a month *screw you UPS*), went through early. *Ahhhhh*

It's all clear now. I'm just letting the dust settle for good measure.

All else is going well. I do wish the damn weather would PICK a mood. Rain... Sun....Wind..... PICK a combination for fucks sake and let me adjust. This humid shit is killing me. Literally. My lungs tighten up like nothing else the more humid it is.

I"m going to a fair in OR and figuring the best way to swing the *OMG* motel bill. A #1 first reason why being on O2 at night SUCKS ass. I can't camp, saving myself tons of cash. No, no I have to pay 100 a night to sleep in a crappy bed which might as well be the ground so I can have power. Now I could take my neighbors generator, but I think the fair campers would kill me in my sleep for keeping them up, no matter how quiet that thing is.

So there you have it. What I'm doing this summer.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Crap, so I've been a little absent. I blame Crackbook and that time whore Farmtown.

And the goats. I've seen alot of my goats. And cows. Lets not talk about the cows, m'k?

But today. The head it pounds. (I had to re-type THE three times, OMG)

What was I saying? Oh yeah, the head... it pounds. Nothing so far is touching it.

Today's todo list included
  • hauling the kids to the property and removing their little (yeah NOT) asses from my yard and worming them. (DONE!)
  • packing and shipping milk samples from the 1000 cows I've seen in the last two days (Packed but not shipped yet)
  • getting some pig feed (DONE, epic FAIL)
No where on that list is a pounding headache. Please NOTE that!

A note about the pig feed; EPIC FAIL. I stopped to pick up a bag since Sarah pointed out that taking the heifer grain out of my mix (thanks feed store guy for being out, AGAIN) I was losing protein. Shit! So, knowing she's (and others) have been feeding it with success I though this might be a good quick fix. On the way hauling the goats I stopped at FF to pick up a bag. I never shop there because they carry a brand of feed I think sucks and which my goats normally won't touch. (First clue) Oh, and they are horribly overpriced and 90% of the employees are idiots. But hey I was pulling a trailer and it was easy to get into.
And really, it's pelleted pig feed, how bad can P***** screw it up?
Apparently enough that my goats would rather STARVE that TOUCH grain that has touched pig pellets. I mean literally. They wouldn't even sift through it and pull out what they liked.
So I threw some in for my kids to see if they will eat it, ha.. they don't know any better, if not, ummm Sarah you want to see if yours will eat it?
I'm not sure if it's the brand or the product itself. I'll have to try another brand once I figure out what to do with this 50lbs.