Friday, July 20, 2007

I'm TIRED.
This has been a long week and it's not getting any fucking shorter. I work tomorrow in Loleta and that will be a long haul. Then it's Sunday "off" to work on my barn, set up for another milk test at 2am Monday morning then work at the fair the rest of the week. Until Thursday which I'm taking "off" to pack and finish getting ready for the show I'm leaving for Friday morning at about 4Am.
I have half of my goats clipped and am totally considering NOT clipping my kids. But it's going to be hot there and I'm afraid they will overheat. *Sigh*
I'll have to see how much I can cram into Sunday.
Did I mention I'm tired?

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Things are moving along nicely at my little summer job . I'm rather amazed really. For such a late start we are cooking right along. 3 day projects are coming together in 1.
Entries close for most things tomorrow. Rabbits don't close for another week. I'm hoping my paperwork and show help is still lined out. I haven't heard from her (hinthint) in a while!
Two employees quit before they ever started. *gasp* That's never happened before. Kids! Sisters even. "We don't want to work during fair." Um HELLO? "Fair job"?
Looks like next years fair date move is really being seriously considered. It was mentioned in the Jr Livestock newsletter, but stipulated that it is very far up in the air. I'm hoping it blows away. Our fair would then conflict with State Fair. Lose entries much?
My goats have been loose the last two times I've gone to milk. This morning it took me so long to clean up the mess, I didn't have time to milk them. How do 4 legged critters with no opposable thumbs, move a milking machine 15', unwind and unplug an extension cord ( that was tied up with a ball bungee), open a latched gate, drag said cord through their pen, and move three garbage cans out of a barn?? How to I know it was them that ransacked the place.... well other than the obvious... I caught them? They also ate two cans of grain, and that goat crack I talked about... gone!

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Goat Crack

Yep I've found the new goat crack.
It's pretty much molasses with a side of fiber. Similar to "chaffhay" for those in the know, those not in the know it's chopped up hay mixed with copious amounts of sugar aka molasses. They pretty much sweep up all the shit off the floor in some dude hay barn, blow the dust out, add molasses and sell it to people like me, ruled by their animals.
And it's like crack to the goats, did I mention that?

Have I mentioned today that this weather sucks?
Well it does.
It's raining, and I like rain.
But it's 70 freaking degrees at 9 at night.
I've been running my A/C all day..... in the rain.
Men.Should.Not.Wear.Capri's.

I don't care if you want to call them long shorts. When they hit you mid calf, and have those little ties.... they're Capri's. You look stoopid.

I received a letter yesterday that brought my G-pa's death all back up again. Seems I have an inheritance. Nothing to pay off the mortgage with or anything, but still he left me what he had.

I would still rather have him.
I decided this morning that my job doesn't provide much blogging fodder.

There isn't much to say about staring at a cows ass for hours. It's not like staring at people's asses all day. At least with people you can make fun of their outfits, or the way those clothes fit/don't fit.

Not so much with cows. Especially not so much with cows at 3 am. Cows at 3am are especially large and wet and smelly. Wet you say? Yes, because at 4am it was raining.

And at sun rise the sky was blazingly RED and ORANGE and YELLOW.
"Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning"

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Pointing out the Obvious

Thanks Avi.



Your Score: Borefest - ISTJ


40% Extraversion, 26% Intuition, 66% Thinking, 93% Judging




One word. Boring. Sums you up to a tee. You're responsible, trustworthy, serious and down to earth. Boring. Boring. Boring.



You play by the rules. You follow tradition. You encourage structure.



You insist that EVERYBODY do EVERYTHING by the book. Seriously, is there even an ounce of imagination in that little brain of yours? I mean, what's the point of imagination, right? It has no practical value...



As far as you're concerned, abstract theories can go screw themselves. You just want the facts, all the facts and nothing but the facts.



Oh. And you're a perfectionist. About everything. You know that the previous sentence was gramattically incorrect and that "gramattically" was spelt wrong. Your financial records are correct to 25 decimal places and your bedroom is in pristine condition. In fact, you even don't sleep on your bed anymore for fear that you might crease the sheets.



Thankfully, you don't have anyone else to share the bed with, because you're uncomfortable expressing affection and emotion to others. Too bad.

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If you want to learn more about your personality type in a slightly less negative way, check out this.

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The other personality types are as follows...


Loner - Introverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving

Pushover - Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging

Criminal - Introverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving


Almost Perfect - Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving

Freak - Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging

Loser - Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving

Crackpot - Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging


Clown - Extraverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving

Sap - Extraverted Sensing Feeling Judging

Commander - Extraverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving

Do Gooder - Extraverted Sensing Thinking Judging

Scumbag - Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving

Busybody - Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging

Prick - Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving

Dictator - Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging





Link: The Brutally Honest Personality Test written by UltimateMaster on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Sniff....

Not even an Honorable Mention.
*Hurmph*



So fine I'll post my own damn pictures here. You may all swoon and fawn over my hard work. ...... I'm waiting.

What? The flag isn't supposed to have 90 stars? Stop counting them!