For the record

• two down two to go and this week will be over
• I do not recommend land diving
  
• my ass is fine but my elbow shoulder and neck are killing me after my little swan dive onto the pavement. *of which I got not a SINGLE freaking bruise that I so truly diserve, yet spanking my dog for YET AGAIN whining at the chicks and pawing at their cage caused my thumb to swell and turn black because I caught her dog tags with it.
• I tried to "help" on friday at a dairy after i took a sample I dipped and turned out a cow, not realizing they had tied up her machine. To do this the wrap a rope from one side of the machine up and over the cow to the other side of the machine, it helps stop air leaks and helps keep the machine on small teated cows. The result was a cow backing out while wrapped up in hoses and rope, oh yeah, with me in the middle. Eventually something gives, usually the hoses slip off the machine and whip around. Did I mention I was in the middle of this? I got a nice hose beating for my trying to help. OHHH and a bruise from THAT!

Karma made me her bitch this week. And here I thought I'd been being so nice lately. *Hum.

Annoying is taking as many meds while "well" as I do when I 'm sick.

It's very hard to stay focused and dedicated to the program when you never catch a break. I do the same things now as I did while I was sick. Only then it was recovery and now it's maintenance.

I find myself having to really TRY to stick with the program and not say "Oh hell I feel fine today I don't need to take/do....."

Grrrr.

Ever heard the saying "As many _____ as Carter has pills"? Yeah only when I was saying that to myself this morning it was As many....... shit, as many pills as Carter. Shit.

Rate of gain this week for the babies is 33.5 pounds. That's 3.35 per kid. Still no complaints. Shoot one of these kids is already 28 pounds at 3 weeks. OMG! HUGE!

Happiness is NOT having a "hunting" hound and 8 baby chickens.

I should be shot.

That is all.

And not in the "if I was a horse I'd shoot me" way either.

More in the "what in the hell was I thinking" way.

As promised I looked up my bucks averages from last year to see if these where just doe throwing bucks. (a handy fact to know if you are pushing semen sales).

But alas, they are not. Last year the two of them were straight up 50-50 bucks to does. Many bred to the same does as this year.

*Sniff*

BUT. I buck I sold to a fellow breeder made the young sire list for 2008 for ADGA. I hope she uses him!

Grr... the fact that the horoscope in the newspaper I read this AM and the horoscope on their web site don't match pisses me off. Today's was totally fitting for what I was talking about yesterday.

Information to Sleep by OR Why my doctors hate me

So this might be the vary reason my doctors really hate to deal with me. It is a curse and a cure all at once. My attention to all the details makes them thankful, because I notice every little change and we can catch the big nasties quickly, yet that can cause anxiety for me and I'm sure them to with I didn't have their phone numbers.

So here is another example of my detail nit picking;

We have 10 babies born last week.

Since last Saturday they have gained overall, 488 oz. That's 30.5 pounds overall and that's roughly 3.05 pounds each. I think that's a good rate of gain since we like to see, what Sarah, about 10 pounds a month each.

These babies are fruit cake for hay. Grass hay thankyouverymuch that alfalfa shit is for horses or cows. I saw them eating hay as early as 1 day old and these 10 have already plowed through a whole flake. We have to modify a hay feeder for these little piglets. I think we'll need to add grain to their diet soon.

But not today. They all have sore shoulders and ears and a headache.
Shots, tattoos, and disbudding was on their menu for today.

Oh yeah, I can feel the love. Or not.

Black Tuesday

It's taken me until today to feel like I could write this. We suffered a HUGE loss to our goat family on Tuesday. Frankly it's a loss I'm not sure we can collectively recover from. In fact, even though its been a couple days I'm sitting here bawling like a baby just trying to type this up. I haven't even been back to the property since she passed. I'm not sure I can face them. Not only are we lost without her, so are they. There is a power struggle there as they fight for the queen spot. The natural second in command is totally lost without her mother and constant companion since she was born. She's never been without her mom.

And we've never tried to continue on without Peaches.

For 7 and a half years this doe has been a constant companion to my son. She's been his friend, confidant, source of comfort, constant shadow. She's been everywhere with us. Every move, every show, every kidding.

We don't own a goat that isn't influenced by her genes and for that I am eternally grateful.


She was strong and powerful and kind and a bully all at once. She could pout like no other. She hated to go to shows but trudged through them as long as Greg was at her side. S

Sometimes we made her look like an idiot.


And she never cared.


And sometimes they looked great.



The field will always be empty without out you PooterButt. No one will ever fill your special spot, not only in our hearts but in the field or the herd.

Rest in Peace Elk*Mt*Farms Peaches. 3-3-01 to 3-3-09.

Thank you for your final gift to us of healthy twin does. Know we loved you and will always miss you.