A Beautiful Day

March 29, 2017

The sun is shining, it’s in the 70s already, and I’ve had my morning coffee and I feel much, much better today.  In fact, I felt so good I resumed my morning trek with my dog, and daughter this morning. There’s nothing like a walk in the fresh air, with turkeys gobbing and roosters crowing. Here’s some of the scenery that I get to look at during these.

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It’s kind of hard not to be in a good mood by the time we’re done.  🙂


Winters Gets His Eyes Did

March 28, 2017



Spring Decor

March 28, 2017

I’m feeling a little bit better today, so I got out my camera and took some pictures of some spring decor that I put up in the dining room.  Nothing extreme.
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March 27, 2017

I’m sick.
My husband has been using my computer to play Diablo3. He has a chest cold.  I left bleach wipes by my computer, since he was coughing all over it.
2+2 = bad Barbarian!!
If I could breathe, and lift my head up from this headache, I’d kick his ass.
*sniff* bad barbarian…*sigh*  I need a kleenex.


Farm News

March 26, 2017

Things have been kind of slow around here, which means there isn’t much to write about, but here goes…
*The sale didn’t go that great.  I made enough to have lunch and maybe get a dinner.  I also got very congested from inhaling a bunch of dust, whipped up by the wind.
*The pup keeps getting bigger.
*The turkeys decided to join us for our walk today.  They just started following us down the path. Usually it’s a run, but since being congested I’ve toned it down.
*Our hen, Harlequin, got attacked by a hawk.  He didn’t get to finish the job, because Mr. Crow kicked his ass.  I really love that rooster. I should mention that Harlequin is Mr. Crow’s daughter. We put medicine on her wounds, loved her up a bit and put her in a covered pen, with a coop, to recover. When she got settled in, Mr. Crow came to check on her. Again, I love that rooster!  He’s such a badass!crow legs

*Ethel (turkey) still hasn’t shown up with her new babies.  I heard coyotes the other night, and said a quick prayer for their safety.
*We have a new heron that has taken up temporary residence on our pond.  If I can snap a picture of him, I’ll post it.



March 25, 2017

It’s a little after 5:30am, and my daughter is dragging me out to set up at a sale.Maybe I can sell some of my paintings?  I tried to part with some of my shoes/boots, but could only rustle up one pair that I was willing to let go. ughhhh I need WAY more coffee to deal with this.


And Oldie Repost…

March 24, 2017

Remember the good ol’ days, when we could all rally around and get pissed off about normal, everyday things??  This is just such a post I wrote in 2010.  Enjoy…

Things That Piss Me Off

September 30, 2010

I haven’t done a good rant in a while, and after reading a good rant about McDonalds on STFU already it put me in the mood to write one. SO here goes…things that piss me off.

LOUD car stereos. I can’t tell you how much I freakin’ hate loud car stereos. And it’s always the real shit cars that have loose parts that rattle when the bass plays. And of course, since most of it’s rap music that gets blared, the bass is constant. Dumbasses. I don’t even want to hear rap when it’s NOT distorted, let alone when it’s being accompanied by rattling car parts I’ve written this before, but it bears repeating. It’s my sincerest wish that the next time I’m sitting at a red light with one of these bastards in front of me, their freakin’ car vibrates apart. And I’ll be the crazy bitch in the car behind you, laughing my ass off.

People with no sense of humor piss me off. You know the type. People who’s face would actually crack and look like a road map if they even hinted at a smile. Worse yet, they expect you to not smile, laugh, giggle and don’t even try to be sarcastic. They’re just so sober and superior. They’ve evolved into a non-laughing Stepford type person. And any attempt by you to be funny will be met with an ice cold stare that would freeze the ass off of the abominable snowman. SO smug, SO superior. They wouldn’t even see the humor in that last sentence. hmph…They can bite me.

Perverts REALLY piss me off. I’m sure you know this type too. They turn everything you say into something sexual. In actuality, the only time these types ever get laid is if they have a hen sitting on top of them. You know, the last time they were in a woman was when they visited the Statue of Liberty. I HATE these people. I’d tell them to go get screwed but the mere mention of a physical act from a female that’s not inflatable would probably have them running for the kleenex box and the baby oil.