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!
(shhhh...it can't spell, either so that's two of us!)

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Jus' Sittin' Here. Yes, We Had More Puppies

I was just looking at the screen and was thinking it's been a long time since I've written anything at all. Well, I write just a little on my Facebook Page, "365 day of Reading The Book of Mormon." I write the scriptures that are assigned for the day, the date, and the day we're working on; then go to lds.org and copy and paste that day's reading.

I hardly write anything anymore. More than half of my family have migrated to Instagram only, so if I'm not taking pictures and I've really stopped. I think my family's tired of sheep, cats, goats, horses, pigs, chickens, dogs (especially dogs) I'm just commenting on my family's pictures and trying to write a little message. I received a message recently asking me if I had more puppy pictures than my grandchildren and I had to confess that it was true. Well, I'm not selling my grandchildren. Duhr...

This post has really come about because I am forced (by me only) to write it. We did have more puppies. Most of the persons that have called me about puppies know I keep a puppy book and always keep track of buyers that I need to call if a requested puppy is born. For instance, we had a request for a runt, without a tail, red, and female. That's just about the most rare puppy ever, for us.

Little Pig Peg?
We had just one amazingly runt-red female a long time ago. We were blessed by "Little" and she eventually turned blue, but our runt-red girl was so ugly no one wanted her.


This is Tilby
Sleepy Tilby Going-up To Solvang To Her New Family

Little looked like a pig but became the very most beloved dog we've ever had. even saved my daughter's life. I know I posted that event somewhere on my blog. Little was meant to be here for us and again we had one ... I knew this runt-red we just had named, Tilby had to go to the family that wanted her.

All our reds are gone. I haven't even told anyone that we have a big blue boy left and he's beautiful. He's shy (because I just can't keep loving him constantly) but the other red boy can't go until September 1st and Bunyip keeping him company. Bunyip was born on June 27th 20014 at 3:00 pm. The day we went to the Beach House for vacation. Darby had all her puppies under my kitchen window in the ivy. Steve came home to feed and she ran-out and got him and was so excited to show him. Steve knew what her excitement was all about even though this was pretty-much a complete surprise. Darby in her last hurrah, had 5 red puppies and 1 blue. They were so small! We didn't fatten Darby-up for puppies. Darby had just her usually normal body. Maybe this helped her have the pups on her own. I'm putting a photo in just to show how small they were.

Super Healthy!
This makes me sad thinking I need to let Bunyip go, but we have Darby forever and our two dogs, Duelly and PeeWee. My Kiely and her family moved to Wyoming after she graduated from USU and it is just too crazy-cold for Darby up there in polar frost of "Santa Claus Land." Honest, I don't understand how my grown children arrive at such places, but they do. Who would have thought my daughter, Marnie would be my next-door neighbor? I LOVE it, but it's funny! I have 6 children in the most unlikely places.

                                                                      He's Sold
I'll be putting-up all the puppies and more of Bunyip on my Queensland Heeler Page My address is susankaylazenby@gmail.com if you're interested in this cutie-pie. Oh, I'm pathetic! I feel like the "Cat Girl," that LOVES cats and she cries on You Tube. I know I shouldn't be upset ... this is the very last time we have puppies and this is our very last puppy.