Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Valentines, Goats, Sheep, Genealogy, You Name It

It's no make-up, sweaty hot, morning
and I'm smiling because I'm done,
birthing livestock for the day.

I haven't written on my blog lately because (this is where I burst-out laughing) my life has turned into so many directions and I'm not too good at any of them, but I make-do. And if you don't understand "make-do", it means just barely getting by, just barely.

Steve surprised me with the most lovely Valentine's Day. I ate the chocolate, so I didn't get a picture of it. I want to note that I didn't eat the chocolate all by myself, my grandchildren love chocolate covered cherries. Yum.

All Goodies!

The radio host in the morning said, "Don't buy roses for your wife you guys... from the corner "flower hawker!" They all sell terrible roses! Steve bought them from the corner guy and let me tell you, the flowers smell and are still gorgeous! Everyone that comes in my house asks us where Steve bought them for me. ha ha!

I slammed my pinkie finger in a feed door and w/o saying a whole lot about that... I didn't want to do very much, especially on the computer, so Steve and Dustin decided to take me for a ride up the coast to my run-away place, Santa Barbara. It's only 53 minutes from our house and I love it. Steve had a really strange dream in the morning before we left and he doesn't ever tell me anything about his dreams because he hates it when I go on and on about my adventures I have when I'm asleep. He told me that he had dreamed about Dustin driving an unmarked Intrepid black police car and that there were fire engines, just a story that I didn't even (I hate to admit this) listen much or too interested--now I understand, but this is where the story gets good.

We get to Santa Barbara and Dustin stops at a music store, we go for lunch from this yellow bus (that's a Santa Barbara thing)

And then ... go off to find his friend's fire station at the top of State Street. The engine company wasn't there. The fire engine just happened to roll-up as we were leaving and the guys jumped out and my husband and son met the captain at the curb. Dustin asked if his friend was on duty. He was supposed to be there. The captain asked if Dustin and Steve were family, and found out they were firemen, too.... and that his good friend was in the hospital. He used to be a cop before he was a fireman and this bit of information is important because he drives a black Intrepid. The secret undercover police car Steve had dreamed Dustin was driving. So.... Dustin calls his fireman buddy's wife, who lives in the same town as we do, and she was on her way to the Santa Barbara hospital. Dustin offered to drive the work car or black "cop-like" car back home for them and he did.

I am amazed at a couple of things here. Why did I go? I didn't feel like it, really. If I hadn't gone, Steve wouldn't have left me at home to go off with Dustin, so wow! Dustin wouldn't had a way to even get the car home w/o Steve and I taking a drive-up the coast. Not coincidence.

I thought a week ago, I couldn't make it. Lots of swimming and running around trying to "catch-up" That should be more than just something you dip your French Fries in...

I was too tired to eat and just went to bed. Ta Da! Baby lambies born in the morning.

Babies Are Just Now Unfolding &
Gettin' Fat and Jumpin' Around.

I really got a cardio work-out on my non-swimming day. So did my Steve, the sheep roper, extraordinaire! He caught them even in his uniform. The sheep didn't recognize him. My Steve not only helps humans, he helps deliver newborn lambs, and fix stalls, and shelters that leak, and...Thank you, Steve...I love you!! ♥ ♥ ♥

Yes, Sarafina Jr. had Triplets

Why THIS TIME do all the babies (lambs and kids) come on the same week? Never happened. Of course, Molly who gave her grand entrance during a meal on Mother's Day a few years ago. Had to out-do her mother, and have her kid at Marnie's children Valentine's Day party! Who knew? Good job, Adree, my sweet neighbor grand daughter helping me!

Molly and Valentine

It was not a coincidence that we had five baby lambs and two doelings in one week. Our area had a huge amount of rain and then the weather turned almost hot with the barometer going way up from where it was. I found out through Kiely's college livestock class that sheep and goats will wait and or actually start labor early with a sudden change in the barometric pressure. I wish I had known this 30 years ago. It's not caused by the full moon like the "old wives tale" that I always thought was true and that was always what started group labor and deliveries. I should check "snopes site" on this. I kept asking everyone, "Is it a full moon?" "Big waves, maybe, it is." That's the answer I got from everyone--must be the moon and the big ocean waves. It was the weather. Fancy that.

I'll have to remember to tell the nurses at the hospital. nah. They'll think I'm nuts.

Names of the baby goats are Valentine and Sweetheart and One of my friends suggested Sweetheart because the little goat has a heart right on her back. The other one was the easy one because her birthday was Valentine's Day. No names for the lambs yet. I'm sure they will very soon because their personalities are cute as they can be. And....they all smell so good!

Sweetheart and Her Unhappy
Dam, Gitana (Spanish for
Gypsy, her mother and this
doe's putting a spell on me!)

Flash photography didn't go well in that small stall.

Accckkk! Don't bite the Camera!

Farmer's Valentine Tattoo

I'm trying to do my genealogy. I've tried fixing past mistakes and I did finally learn to print-out all the data for taking to the Temple. Yay! My mind is now mush at 9:00 pm... so I'm going to be up and at it tomorrow morning. ♪♫•*¨*•♥•*¨*•♫♪ Genealogy...I am doing it ♪♫•*¨*•♥•*¨*•♫♪ My genealogy! ♪♫•*¨*•♥•*¨*•♫♪ Only problem....I'm so mixed-up and so in a hurry. I have to do chores outside, milk the goats, do my swimming, and I'm just not getting to far . I have the information, doing the IGI and then I question all that I've added. Did I put the daughter married to the dad? Is Robert in the right place?

Oh, you McKeans! You are making me crazy. The desire is here, but I think I'm going to need help with this jig-saw puzzle. The pressure has been on because Kiely wants names to take to the Manti Temple. I am "spinning so bad, I'm going to throw a bearing!"

Don't look at This Picture or

I just sat back and thought, "This is good." "I'm just wingin' it, on my journal and feeling better already." You know...journal writing is good for the soul and for just getting a light on your life. It's all worth it, even though I get out-of-breath regularly and my head turns to butter. Thank you dear daughters that gave me description. I do know the feeling. I have to remember this:

"God's writing the song, and

Grandma 's just dancing along!"

"My Journal with a Twist. A twist of lemon..but lots of sugar and happy times. I have always felt there's too much in my head to not forget and if I don't write down the memories now, they will be forgotten. I want all of what our family is and does together to be eternal and filled with joy and tickles." To my family I love you all. Grandma Susie hahaha Sounds like I'm getting ready to "Kick the bucket!" Not to worry. I have too much to do!

P.S. Something is putting yellow underlined links on my site. It's for a radar detector being sold on eBay. That makes me mad because lots of my family is in law-enforcement and I DO NOT want drivers driving fast! I want them to get tickets. hahaha Watch me get a ticket from our S.P. motorbike cop. He has no sympathy, no compassion, no true love for firemen that help him, and I've heard crying doesn't even help. (no .... I didn't get a ticket, yet, but I know some of my daughter's that ... never mind)

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Mormon Names, I Think I Know The Answer

How can life just more busy! My journal entry was a week ago and I haven't had time to just publish on my Google Blog. The days are flying by and I'm thankful I'm not alone and involved in many activities. I know there are so many people that are lonely and each of every day seems to drag-on for them.

I was going to write about my collections. So, I will, just to get it out-of-my-head and I can bring my blog up-to-date later. Too much is going on around here. It's lambing time.

The collection that is the most precious and of course, most important, and love, really love is my family first. Then, also my genealogy falls right into family. I collect names. Real people that are connected to me. I have found lots and lots of journals, documents, pictures, letters, and first-hand knowledge given to me about my ancestors. I'm not going to blog about my ancestors. I have the most interesting stories and histories. I get caught-up in the experiences and forget that I'm collecting names, not stories.

My children have been given first names that were, at the time, the 1970's and 80's, unusual. They are Tressa Alene, Dustin McKean, Marnie Dune, Bree Ann, Larin Luree, and Kiely Jean. I am teased the most by Larin's name as Larin Luree Lazenby. It turns out to be such a fun song. I'm also glad that Larin is okay with her name.

Latter-day Saints or Mormons have strange names. I don't even live in Utah and I was a convert to the Church 40 years ago. I had no idea that Utah was, and is very famous for their originality with names. Some names are just downright strange and weird. They are given to the children from parents that are members of the Church. I think the only way I can describe it is that I think I know what's going on to give their children identity to their family. My grandfather, Joseph Foster Wellman was the son of William Wellman of Barnesville, Minnesota and his father, Benjamin F. Wellman of Eyota, Minnesota had a sister named Al Zetta or as my grandfather wrote, "Aunt El Zetta." So she was El Zetta Wellman and then El or Al Zetta Cook of Minot, N. D. This isn't a long story just the facts. She looks like me and every single time I looked in the family's old album, there is Grandpa Joe's great aunt. He always said I should have been El Zetta because I look just like her. Maybe Zetta, but forget the "El" I'm so grateful for my popular 1950's name of Susan. Thanks Mom. Below is some pictures where you can actually see similar facial characteristics. Check-out the slanted-eyes, fat lips, small nose, and almost frizzy hair (I straighten mine) We even both have a predominate chin.

Would you like a cool LDS name? Here's the place. The Baby Namer! I've read most of the articles and it is so funny, I'm not sure funny...is the right word. Wow! Some of the names children have to live with their whole lives. The naming a baby is such an important investment to their identity and self-esteem. I think the whole idea of the unusual names is either to set us apart as a people, and also join names together or use last names for first names for genealogy purposes, I hope. Many of us have this important link to our ancestors. I know so many women and girls that have no middle name and use their maiden name as a middle name. That is really smart because later, the link to our ancestors is there.

I don't believe that our family goes for celebrity names at all, like so many young mothers seem to do these days. I really wanted Dustin to name one of his children Moroni Lazenby, he was a great patriarch and lived in Manti, Utah. I wrote the name down and realized Moroni, in California is just one letter added on to the slang and shameful adjective to describe someone as a Moron. I never mentioned it to Dustin, but he wanted to name one of his boys, Porter. He just loved the story of Porter Rockwell and was going to name his boy Porter McKean Lazenby. McKean is a family name on my side. It was nixed--ALL I SAID WAS, "Ya' think someone will call him porta' potty."

My Bree broke from the name maker thing and named her little girl, Jane Kay (Kay, is after my middle name, COOL!) But it is unique with her very obvious, Arkansas accent. "Jaaaaane" Bree's little boy doesn't seem to have an unusual name, Charlie. But actually it is: Charles Milton Watson, the FIFTH. How's that for a connection.

My Larin gave her one son a normal Dean name but there is a link to a former last name of Parker. Dean Parker just like his dad, David Parker Knapp. And then there's Jaxon Douglas and Finlee Luree. Oh my heck! Are we there yet? I love their names. The names are hooked to Steve's dad and Larin's middle name.

Tressa went for Bible names, with Hanna Alene and Jacob Fletcher again there's the attachment to Tressa's middle name for Hanna and Mike's Middle name and family name. The Biblical Names were greatly devoted to the Lord as well as Jacob in the Book of Mormon.

We have a Tanner McKean, Corbin J, Tatum Rose, and Eirely Elizabeth... Lazenby kids. All have connections to either our family or their mother. They also say a lot about our national origin.

My Marnie Dune. Her name came from a cousin of Steve's and Steve's mother's given name Dune. Marnie's children have cute names, too and they are popular. Adree Ann, J Dallin, Kennadee Grace and Preslee Marie. The Marie came from Steve's mom Dune Marie and then there's a version of Adrian, my mother with Adree Ann. The J is from my Steve's dad's first name and my Steve has the J for his middle name. Not an initial, just a J. It's a very confusing name because everyone wants to put a dot or parentheses around the J. Our little Kenna's middle name is from her dad's side and Presee's middle name is from three different lines. Just for reference, when I say "my Steve" There are lots of Steve's in our family.

Only today did I figure-out this connection. All my own children gave their children names from their family line. I don't think all my children know that they all did this. Even my unmarried daughter Kiely, has a feminine form of my dad's name, Gene and my best friend's name, Jeanie.

In Proverbs: “a good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold” (Proverbs 22:1). We are reminded in Malachi 4:5–6 “the hearts of the children shall turn to their fathers”“And he shall plant in the hearts of the children the promises made to the fathers, and the hearts of the children shall turn to their fathers.

L. Tom Perry delivered this devotional talk and article in the Church magazine The New Era, titled: "The Value of A Good Name." Elder Perry begins his talk by saying, "Your good name connects you with your past family history. Your righteous living, your example, your teachings, and your worthwhile service will bless numerous people with your vision."

"Hearts Bound Together

"Elder Henry B. Eyring is another great talk on honoring your name. Actually, El Zetta aka...Zetta sounds real good right by my last name, instead of Susan it would be: Zetta Lazenby.

Please don't "think" on a name at the moment of birth. Please plan in advance.

Our daughter's doctor, Dr. Geer said she worked as an intern at a hospital in New York in the Bronx. The mother had a very hard labor and was getting very close to the delivery of the baby and Dr. Greer said, "Meconium." She said it because there was meconium coming out with the baby, which takes extra care because if it gets in the lungs, the almost fecal matter can really cause a baby problems, even though it's sterile. Okay, back to the mother. She was screaming as the baby was being delivered, "Meconium! Meconium! My baby, Merconium!" No matter how much Dr. Geer tried to tell her what she was calling her baby, she wouldn't listen. The mother thought that her Doctor...and such a sweetheart, she is was inspired by God to give her baby that name. This is a true event, but Dr. Geer is sure it wasn't an inspired name for the baby!

I understand that tattoo artists talk to people about justifying that the tattoo they are receiving will be the only personal belonging going with a person as they pass-away. Oh, and there is a personal significance to the name or symbol of the tattoo. I think our bodies don't last too long and tattoos, don't last. What is the personal significance to our given and surnames. Our name is forever and what we do with our name is remembered. That, in itself, makes me want to be so much more than I am now.

I am also thinking of Larin and Dave and when Dave wanted to name one of his kids, Nicholas. Dave was so serious. Whew! I'm glad baby Finlee was a girl or we would have had a "Nick Knapp!"

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Very Updated: Trials, Tribulations, and No Pantyhose

So... According To A Rodent, Winter is not over yet!


Don't spend your time on time wasters. I know what those are, and I need to so fix that.

I have written these thoughts over a few days and can see a trend. I'm a bit sad about some changes that I can't handle, or have no control. Makes me feel down. My husband gave away my $500 buck goat. It was the best, of the best, linage. Yes, the goat was mean, but I still admired this buck so much for the improvement he could have done for my does. Wow! Over 27 years of working to get this line. I think I need encouragement from my animal husbandry daughter. I need her assurance that she'll come home from college and AI the does for me. I really did love this flashy buck ... compromise was needed because he was tearing - up our fences and fencing is really expensive.

I thought about a comment given to me at my swimming class. "YOU have potential, and YOU remember that!" Translation: "You stink!" I suppose that label will be remembered my whole life. It was like a knife. I do know that potential is hope and if I work on my potential for change, I can develop whatever my potential happens to be. Now, I wish there were more potential goals I could work toward and accomplish. I am trying through the Young Women's Values, it seems a lot like getting Girl Scout merit badges way too late. I'm just kickin' the goals up a bit more challenging.

Conversion is a life-long process. Baptism is a step, A strong testimony is a step, prayer is also a step, as also scripture study. The biggest goal here should be putting all these steps together and walk toward our Heavenly Father to thank him for our lives and the Gospel of Jesus Christ.The showing our love for the Savior is by giving back helping with charity, love in all ways, donations, and service to all our brothers and sisters, outside and inside the Church.

Sometimes my aerobic exercise includes going to the missionary transfer meetings. I don't swim on Tuesdays ... but my heart pounds listening to the missionaries strong and enthusiastic song: "Called To Serve" with so much strength. Tears fill my eyes every time. The testimonies really incredible. I was reminded to do things the Lord's way because the "natural" or my way, will not ever work.

I found that saying a prayer before I seek, helps so much even when it is just small. Prayer for help is a faster way to accomplish finding whatever I'm searching for at anytime. Spiritual strength is just as important to find as a lost object or even a change of attitude

Do avenging angels have sharp edges? I think our Angel does.I need to make sure I file all the edges, I need to do this all the way around so when I touch the Angel, it doesn't cut my hand or finger.

There will be an explanation in an upcoming blog.

I amazed myself day-before-yesterday. I have an infection with a fever... and even though I felt terrible, I cowgirl-uped fed and watered all the animals. I even played with the cats and dogs and watched our sheep. I ended the fun as the sun started setting and just did happy brodies in the mud with my FJ Cruiser.

I guess "Strong" is just a state of mind. I'm thankful for better balance to put my clothes on with-out sitting down and the best part of balance and strength is the change to work and dance at the same time. I get so into it that I sometimes forget what I was going to accomplish next.

I remembered: hahaha

I needed to check on my storing of my clothes from way early last winter. All my children said that all of my belongings were in the 40' container, here on the ranch. It supposedly didn't leak. I need to clarify...the exception IT DOES LEAK and lots of Steve's genealogy is in there. All were safely stored tight in the big storage container. Steve said he thought everything we were storing was in the basement. Whew...But my mind reflected on my daughter's remark that the boxes were the storage container and since my girls did that for me, they knew the place all was stored.

I was outside anyway.

The sheep were out grazing in Jurassic Park and I had put-out the horses in the big pasture.I worked my way back to the rear of the container. It was full of water and lots and lots of rubbermaid containers. Nooooo!

My closet space and my huge, whole, linen closet was emptied and remodeled (torn -out) and the really large closet was removed for another entrance into the bathroom. The new door entrance really helped all my a company and especially for my grown children and their families. They needed the extra room and needed to stay with us for a couple months. One family was waiting to move far, far away; and my other daughter and family were waiting for a house in town.

So today, I went into the container just to check. No one knew the container leaked. It was flooded and much of the water went right into the rubbermaid containers. As I opened each box, with lids, I saw so much ruined. All my best clothes, things that I've been missing. My most sad moment came when I realized that our families genealogy was so wet. Steve's pictures are in big books in the house, but all of my pictures of my young life and most of my children's were sopping wet. I have done a few scrapbooks, but I still have tons of work to do with my pictures and my children's photographs. Steve's precious antique and signed books on Abraham Lincoln were wet and its too bad, they were suede leather. All my own children's books that I HAD WHEN I WAS YOUNG and.... 100 year-old books my grandfather gave to me about horses and judging are wet and ruined. ALL MY FEATHER pillows, old quilts, and tablecloths are wet and mildew-laden.
Sorry this seems like rambling...
but this experience really has made
me stronger. It's not the end of the world.

I tried to pull-out the boxes... but not only were they all beyond heavy from all the water, they were not balanced and everything keep falling out as I tried to pick them up. I even found my old purse with my vanished license. I cried hard for an hour and thought I wished I had enough money to get pantyhose and knee highs. hahaha (I'm laughing only because that's what I need right now) That actually really did make me laugh-out-loud. I do have a huge bruise from when I fell through the porch. One leg is going to messed-up for my life, with knots and junk.

That's okay, I'm almost 60 and they don't hurt. I want to cover them with pantyhose and that's still funny for a Californian. We dress differently than the rest of the world.

I need knee stabilizers also, my old ones just fall to the ground. Funny things come to your mind when stuff happens like this. Mainly the ground outside is so...I can only describe it as uneven and there's iron rods in the weeds, they aren't standing up, so they are trippers. I need to keep my knees in-line.

I dislike the noxious weeds of stinging nettles hidden in the Malva weeds. I'm so glad our sheep like nettles and Malva. The sheep have been loose all day wandering around. Darby keep rounding them up and putting them in the pen and Little Dog is sleeping in the middle of the herd, basking in the warmth of the day. I can see she's so irritated by our Red Heeler, Darby. She never stops to just enjoy the moment. It's always time to round them up and put them away. I'm so glad the dogs don't eat sheep and they stay right by them. Danger Ranch has coyotes and lions. Actually, something the other night (very late) really growled at me by the horse pens--way out by the crik. We've decided it was probably a mother raccoon because there's this weird, nest, hole under the hay container. I'd bite if a giant were near my baby and worse--I was shinning a LCD flashlight all over. I was the Cyclops Monster.

I col'cocked a huge Pelican at the Stearn's wharf or pier, in Santa Barbara, when Kiely was a toddler. The big, brown pelican was just walking like it was going to gobble her up. They were the same height. I jammed over there to the huge pelican and took my fist and knocked it upside the head and it fell over side-ways, like one of those big punching toy Bozo Clowns, with the weighted bottom.The pelican hit flat on it's ugly eyeball. It also shook it's head when it cane to, and flew away shaking it's head. I think it was bewildered, not hurt. I don't know why this "mother-bear" urge came over me, but I truly understand, if there was a nest of creatures and the giant (me) came over ... shining a high beam light, I'd growl the biggest growl ever, to save my youngin's.

The sister missionaries are coming for dinner tonight and we are having our ever fun "dough-dattles" It all ready except for the dumplings. The recipe is from Bohemia which is located in the Czech Republic. A few years ago we had a Canadian missionary sister who was we thought a native Canadian. She really was from this area of Bohemia and our interesting dinner
turned into the greatest feast ever for this sister. She was more than just a little excited to eat a real home cooked meal. What a great turn on us. We really love this dinner. Our children in town heard that we were making dough-dattles this evening, and called for take-out. The pot is now a canning pot full of soup. How interesting how the word gets around--they love it.

Later: The sister missionaries loved the soup. I think! I'm glad I didn't mess it up!

The chicken soup is made with water, chicken or turkey, onion, chopped carrots, chopped celery and little salt and pepper. Cook for a few hours and when putting the dumplings in the soup, the soup has to be a slow rolling boil.

Dough-dattles is made with 7 or 8 eggs, fill a large bowl 1/3 full of milk with eggs, salt and pepper (especially salt) and then add flour enough to make the dough come away from the sides of the bowl. My grandfather called the mixture woody-looking. See above photo of dough. I just keep stirring until it's smooth, elbow grease needed. Heat-up the spoon in the boiling chicken soup and scoop of spoonfuls of dough and let them slide-off the spoon. Do not stir, but set each dumpling around the pan and they will start to rise as they cook. The dumplings have to cook about 20 minutes and need to cook until firm. The soup is even better the next day.

Today: I walked-up the stairs. I mean right-up the stairs, one foot on one step, and the other foot on the higher step. I know that that might not mean anything to anyone. But, I did a dance at the top of the porch.I'M STRONGER! I was so happy .... that the white, mean cat (not ours) that sprayed the whole neighborhood and my door, didn't mean anything to me. I just danced. I'm going to go get all the mares and put them back in their paddocks, feed, water, round-up the sheep (they don't need much..thank you Darby) and put the dogs in jail. Life is so good and I'm going down the stairs one foot after the other. If I fall, I'll write about it in my blog.

Live Time: I fed all the animals. The sheep were in their pen, but it wasn't Darby who put them there. The sheep were hiding and didn't come out for alfalfa.

That is not possible because they are pigs! Sheep will eat, even though they've been grazing all day. First weird feeling....

I fed the donkeys and the stallion, Sonny. Sonny was jumping all around and the donkeys both had their big ears up and looking at the crik, and also all of them were not hungry. The donkeys and Sonny didn't even graze.

Yes, Jurassic Park! The barometric pressure must be going down and I feel maybe all the animals are just frisky. Why are the dogs and cats hiding?

Okay, this is where I feel I need to prepare and listen to the voice in my head about the horses.

I DID have a clue that the mares were not going to be easy to take to their corrals. I was ready. I decided to put all the halters and leads on the horses. The two last ones I wrapped the rope around their necks and through the halter like they were going to be trailered. They knew I wasn't leading them. I had Banner. My daughter calls her "the brood mare" like it's a cuss word or something. Banner walked through the gate and something spooked all of the mares. I heard what they heard, a rustling in the trees and bushes. I didn't have my glasses on, but it could have been a hiker or a bear and I wouldn't have known the difference, or even cared at this point. Horses are loose. The two young ones just bolted. I just took Banner back to her pen easy, slow, and actually she was hugging and licking me?

These strange manners are really untypical for this mare. I let her loose in the corral and she went completely nuts! Rearing and looking out at the back toward the mountains, and bucking. There was alfalfa and she eats 'til every scrap and leaf are gone. She was not interested. It was as if their were "boogers in the bushes" as my dad would say. Horses sometimes look for a reason to act out-a-control, that's their way of buffaloin' ya.

The other mares easily went to their pens. Sahara did not want to stay there at all and turned quickly and tried to "shoot" the gate, again.

I sent her back in and now she's pacing back and forth looking out toward the crik and trees. Okay, somethings out there, I can't see it. House is tight, feed is tight, everything's locked-down for the rain. I went up and down the stairs easily three times without even thinking about how hard that load of steps is for me. I even forgot I had written about the stairs on my blog. It must have been an adrenalin rush.(sound familiar... Twilight fans?) Okay ... give me more. Never mind, I changed my mind.

It's gonna' rain for sure!

Updated today, tried to fix my little notebook's messes. Feb.5, 2010
All animals accounted for this morning. Whew!
Lambing Season is Now Beginning, They have Enormous Udders.