Monday, September 1, 2014

Happy Labor Day!

Credit to Cutest Blog on The Block

I was just thinking... and every time I mention that to my dear husband he always gives me this skeptical eye, somewhat like it's going to either cost him more money or a whole lot of time for him to accomplish.

 I wrote the above teeny paragraph and my Sciatica nerve hurt, so I opted to go to my laptop and sit on on "Sciatica Pillow." I was working on the "big computer" at my husband's old desk, but the chair hurt my back. I arranged the "special pillow" and two pillows behind me on my back and moved this wonderful (?) TV tray with my laptop.

The disaster begins. I spilled my soda-pop and obviously something I shouldn't be drinking (also known as: Die Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper.) Oh, I forgot the "t" in diet. Subliminal message. Yes, I know we all die. The disaster continues. The soda-pop was full but I grabbed it in time. Whew! Not all of it made it's way to my computer. It soaked a perfectly composed letter and of course, I didn't write it and flooded two floppy disks. I cleaned the spilled, red liquid off of the tray and set my soda-pop on a book that was on the arm of the sofa. The book made a perfectly good flat surface and all was just right until the TV tray was moved slightly and the "under part" holding the tray fell down. 

Thankfully, the laptop fell on my lap but my elbow hit the book that began a red waterfall and landslide that soaked everything but my computer. Everything was covered with Diet Dr. Pepper. including my phone, the leather sofa, my awesome thermal robe (that's weird at 2:00 in the afternoon) and my beautiful fur goat-hide. Oh my gosh! That sounds so lazy and weird. It's hit 100 degrees this afternoon. No East Wind. It's humid and I'm not used to this kind of weather.

The robe explanation: I'm resting my back so it gets better. My other robes are too hot I'm not planning to go out in public, I'm going to lie down on my bed and over a big block of ice in a few minutes.

The goat fur that was soaked was a gift from my oldest dear daughter as a joke. It's old and she's not old...but literally a real animal lover. I suspect she's a VEGAN. I adore most goats and from the looks of this wonderful hide, it was from a goat I would've loved.  Turbo the buck, is in my "Off Wellman Way" heading. Turbo is a little darker but about the same brown and white color.

Now, where was I? Steve's just home from working (on Labor Day!) He made me a great lunch and there's nothing more comforting than a grilled cheese sandwich with real American Cheese and sliced dill pickles. No more soda-pop.

I'll go out with Steve this evening during the sunset and while he feeds I'll milk our sweet. once-a-day milker-goat. I thought about drying her up. She needs to be sold, so if anyone in Southern California needs a milk goat I've got a wonderful and generous milker. However. She's is only about 5 years old. You can email me at

Valentine is our doe's nickname. Gitana goat's delivery of this doeling was really hard because the baby was so huge. My daughter was so upset that Kiely didn't breed Gitana again. This birthing was too hard on Kiely's favorite goat. This job of the delivering Viper was the most traumatizing for all of us and we all remember it as the worse and we've delivered hundred's of goats. Gitana recovered after this delivery and she seems fine, and she's an aged-doe. Weird to talk about this on Labor Day(?)

My daughter was still upset when she filled-out her paperwork on her new little kid. Kiely named Gitana's offspring, Viper. By the time she was just a few months old we were calling her Valentine. This goat is such a sweetheart.

 This year my grand daughter entered the does in the Fair and won. Her awards were 1st in showmanship with Valentine (Viper) and won "Best of all Other Breeds," "Best of Three" and also "Best Herd" and took the "Dam and Daughter." Her Doe kids won champion and reserve.

My grand daughter's showmanship win led her to be in the Round Robin and she won "Master Showmanship" she takes after her four aunts that had goats and market animals and a couple of them won Round Robin. 

My grand daughter's steer was amazing and I know she'll do this all over again next summer.

The Belt Buckle and Pretty Ribbons!
I hesitated when Kiely went off to college to breed this sweet white doe. Would I be able to go through what her dam, Gitana doe had experienced? I finally took her up to be bred and she had two bucks the first time and lovely pair of does this time. The goat is really easy in all ways. The goat kids this year did really well in their classes at the fair and so much thanks goes to Melody Mountain Ranch for breeding our Valentine doe to one of their very best bucks.

I need to explain the first paragraph of what I was thinking. That big question to my husband. I didn't forget. First, I have to say it's one of those glorious California days of Fall. A beautiful way to end summer and a great Labor Day! We can sure tell it's Autumn time. 

I was thinking that I was going to ask my husband Steve for an additional air conditioner. The weather pattern has sure changed here and it's too hot. Our house just sucks-in the heat! I thought if it's going to become cooler soon... it's going to be Fall and cooler. There will be a change of season and hey, we could get a good deal on an air conditioner. That crazy thought whizzed though my head and out the other-side like an arrow ... as I walked-out on our (oven) porch to fetch our water bill, my jaw dropped. 

There was a slight water leak for a couple days last month and the total bill was $1300.00. Wow! That's crazy! Our lawns are dead, garden is dead, and our trees are dying. Granted, we share our water with a neighbor and everything is dry there, too. I'm not asking for another cooler or air conditioner, I'm just going to pray for rain!

***I'm going to have to do a few more posts on Fair. We had pigs there, too with my two other dear grand children. They made a lot of money and their cousin showed at Fair, way up in Wyoming. I smile because I couldn't imagine this was continuing-on with my children's children. I guess the work and stressful times years ago was worth it.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

So Done!

I think I may start this out laughing so hard that "Mel" could hear me.

This isn't a rant or complaint at all. It's more like should I post with this new teeny tablet and that it is so hard type? I'll talk in it because talking is an option. I'm talking in this microphone (that I can't see) instead of trying to write. I didn't plan to speak in this thing, but I really am unable to even type it. Thank you. Hahaha! It wrote thank you and my laughter!  I said "thank you" to the machine. I'm an idiot. "Space Odyssey Hal!" hahaha! I can't actually type, the keys are too little and I don't need to thank a machine!

Oh my gosh, I'm sure I can't post this to my blog. One of the things this little keyboard does continually... is mess-up with the vowels and it's putting another little icon over some letterß ----  It did it. It put a "bunch of mess" on my blog and I have to come in a go over it all. I will say for sure, there's just some things a person can't say about a product that's in use and there's complaining going on about it. Who's in control here? Not me for sure.

Random Placement for the "Goat Farmer
MeMe." Not quite me but I love it anyway.

Lower left (don't look)

(Frowning---that picture's ... hahaha) I have squirted goat milk from the teat to my mouth. It was silly, for fun and on a dare. My children once or maybe more dared me and my grandchildren did too. It is cleaner right outta' the teat for sure. And we don't have Pygmies right now, but I love them. We have had pigs, now eaten.

I'm on my IPhone now. No telling what this post will all look like. ***I had to remove all the HTML from my Android Quest. I knew it and it's crazy. I think know Google's getting into spyware territory.

All I wanted to write was I have a bad back and it's getting better (STOP! I don't care what's trending right now! Twitter ticker-tape flying across my screen.) I have Sciatica and that a part of farming I don't like. I suppose I should accept the fact that I'm older and my back parts don't heal as quickly as they used to when I was young. Not a whine or complaint because I like being a grandmother and I need to act like one.

I shouldn't have tried to jerk that big, metal, heavy outside couch outta' of the mud last May. I'm grateful this isn't something else yuckier and maybe by keeping down a few days my back will heal a bit. Staying flat so the inflammation goes down is boring. I wanted to go and do stuff, like go to Church.

Here's my picture in bed and the only reason I'm smiling is because I was trying to take a "selfie" kind of picture and it hurt my back even more. I've never had much success at that anyway. So my Steve took my phone and stood over and me and the flashes of the camera were going and I was trying to make him stop it and I started laughing. Yeah, it hurt to laugh. No make-up-in bed selfie--lovely!

                      ^ line across the page is me leaning on the keyboard. It fits, I guess.

I want to do more and I really can't. I still milk the goat with my back-out. I love it too much. And I adore my Physical Therapy swimming as ever and it's the best. I need a pool. That's not a wish. A little one would do and it would help my husband's "retirement injuries" received from falling-off the mountain...he could definitely use it. He was fighting a bush fire, my Captain Steve needs that even more than I do. I know they don't make them to fit my fireman. He's too tall. There no way we could dig a swimming-hole. It's not only illegal, our rocks are big as VWs, and I don't think either one of us could dig a hole to plant a twig.

Yep, my toenail polish has never matched my fingers and I don't care
Android Adventure Completed!
( can't spell, either so that's two of us!)