<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:55:40.249-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Honest Scrap'/><category term='Little Man'/><category term='Storm'/><category term='9-11 Anniversary'/><category term='Humbling'/><category term='Sister Flo'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Newspaper'/><category term='Child'/><category term='Meteor Shower'/><category term='4H Fair'/><category term='Ky'/><category term='brother'/><category term='FarmBoy'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Autumn'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Branson'/><category term='Basketball'/><category term='Twilight New Moon'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='family'/><category term='Prank'/><category term='Friday Fiesta Foto'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Photo Tag'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Critters'/><category term='Hubby'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Christmas Carols'/><category term='MHS Wrestling'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>FarmGirl Monologues</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-8499801707421661258</id><published>2009-09-23T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:14:11.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child'/><title type='text'>Touched My Heart</title><content type='html'>Children hold a special place in my heart.  FarmBoy and I have been blessed with a pretty incredible child that is just as beautiful on the inside as she is on the out.  Ky is a healthy, average 11 year old girl.  As a parent, I think that one of our biggest fears is the fear of our child being diagnosed with some horrible disease or getting terribly hurt...or even worse, losing them.  I am often reminded of how blessed FarmBoy and I are when I hear the radio-thon for March of Dimes, or when a terminally ill child comes into my office.  Life is often taken for granted as we all sometimes overlook what is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am briefly blogging this because today when I opened my email, there was the typical YAHOO headlines, and there happened to be a link of Beyonce singing at a concert in Australia.  The brief headline mentioned that she dedicated the song to a child.....so of course, I wanted to check it out.  I just love it when a "star" does something nice...especially, yep you guessed it, for a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I clicked on this link, not knowing that I would need a tissue.  This girl, this little child, is battling Leukemia.  While hugging Chelsea, she looked into her eyes as she sang "I got my angel now," before resting her head on Chelsea's chest. She also added the child's name to the lyric, "[Chelsea] I can see your halo, you know you're my saving grace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it.  Plain.And.Simple.  Wow.....  As I am even typing this, it brings tears to my eyes, because I cannot imagine being that little girl's parent...it is quite humbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look, and thank God today for your blessings!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlTG07DV2iI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlTG07DV2iI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-8499801707421661258?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/8499801707421661258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=8499801707421661258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8499801707421661258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8499801707421661258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/09/touched-my-heart.html' title='Touched My Heart'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-8216872573542804077</id><published>2009-09-14T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:19:28.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight New Moon'/><title type='text'>The "New Moon" Trailer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:mvideo:mtv.com:10253677" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" width="425" height="354" allowFullscreen="true" flashvars="dist=http%3A%2F%2Fvideoguide%2Emsn%2Ecom%2Fplay%2Ftv%2F&amp;orig=msn"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/vma/2009/" target="_blank"&gt;Exclusive 'New Moon' Trailer Premiere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/vma/2009/" target="_blank"&gt;Exclusive 'New Moon' Trailer Premiere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just do not know if I can wait until November 20th!  Ironically enough, this was NOT my favorite book within the series, however, this trailer has me VERY excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-8216872573542804077?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/8216872573542804077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=8216872573542804077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8216872573542804077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8216872573542804077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-moon-trailer.html' title='The &quot;New Moon&quot; Trailer...'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-8315109160314751203</id><published>2009-08-11T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:55:45.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meteor Shower'/><title type='text'>Meteor Shower TONITE!!</title><content type='html'>I am always a sucker for a shooting star.....quick to close my eyes and make a "reasonable" wish.  Well, tonite will be a night FULL of wishes! Every August the skies are peppered with little bits of space debris that create the Perseid meteor shower--shooting stars!  The Perseids get their name from the constellation Perseus, from which they tend to emanate like spokes from the hub of a wheel. Comet Swift-Tuttle, whose debris creates the Perseids, is the largest object known to make repeated passes near Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I found a few tips on meteor watching!  A few years ago, I counted well over 75 in an hour!  I was a good little star watcher that year, and went outside about 1:30 am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good LUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Find the darkest location you can, away from porch lights and other lighting. &lt;br /&gt;~Use a blanket or lounge chair to lie back and scan as much of the sky as possible. &lt;br /&gt;~Allow 15 minutes for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. &lt;br /&gt;~Binoculars and telescopes are of no use, as the meteors move too swiftly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect the shooting stars to arrive in groups. While scientists forecast 1 per minute during peak hours, the pace in fact tends to be higher for brief periods with relative droughts in between. Patience is truly a virtue. &lt;br /&gt;The Perseids get their name from the constellation Perseus, from which they tend to emanate like spokes from the hub of a wheel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-8315109160314751203?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/8315109160314751203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=8315109160314751203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8315109160314751203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8315109160314751203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/08/meteor-shower-tonite.html' title='Meteor Shower TONITE!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-3525155627496002914</id><published>2009-07-24T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:54:30.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4H Fair'/><title type='text'>4H Fair Fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMQICXRRogg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMQICXRRogg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we SURVIVED!!  Wow, what an incredible fair this year.  FarmBoy and I did not choke one another, I only got pee'd on once, and Ky only shed tears twice!!  That is an amazing feat in and of itself!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, it was another fantastic year, especially since we were blessed with beautiful weather and hard working kids and volunteers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch the video, and you'll get a glimpse into the 4H Fair.  I am so stinkin' proud of my kiddo...and ALL the kiddos!  Thanks to everyone who came and watched.  And a big ole' thank you to my friends and family, for understanding why FarmGirl and her fam haven't been available lately!  Hugs and love to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  AJ, this video is awesome!  HOWEVER, I do not feel that it was necessary to show my butt smacking moves!!  WENCH!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a YEE HAW!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-3525155627496002914?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/3525155627496002914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=3525155627496002914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3525155627496002914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3525155627496002914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/07/4h-fair-fun.html' title='4H Fair Fun!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-2190829774897014456</id><published>2009-06-24T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:01:43.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What's In YOUR Wallet?</title><content type='html'>Since I have a few moments to rant....I am going to post (finally) my current tribulations!!  Life has an insane way of getting out of control without even REALIZING it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we finally had a little getaway last weekend, only to see the poor Cardinals get stomped by Detroit, fry the bottom of my feet at Six Flags &lt;em&gt;(I would have thought the WATER park would have had WATER on their sidewalks....hmmm)&lt;/em&gt;, and laugh my ass off when a poor unknowing sole had Llama spit for his afternoon snack!!  It was a much needed getaway, with loads of laughter.  I am sure you are wondering if this trip was our traditional "get-the-hell-out-of-dodge" trip we take each year with another "not quite right" family--it was indeed!  This year, however, beer did not fall out of the back of the van w/ Miss KK's bra for all to see!  I enjoy each year....new FUNNY adventures every year!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my belly ache for the day....lost my wallet.  Like, pulled into Casey's for my rice krispy treat and had no wallet, kind of lost.  I looked like a crazed lunatic, tearing my car apart, looking for my oh-so-cute zebra striped wallet.  NOT THERE!!  WTF???  Luckily, I have "saved" winning scratch off lotto tickets for a rainey day, and cashed those bad boys in so I could eat my Snap-Crackle-Pop treat!  I didn't call FarmBoy--why give him a reason to complain! HA!  I just figured I would look for it when I returned to my construction site of a home later tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmBoy called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmBoy:  "Are you missing anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl: &lt;em&gt;(cautiously)&lt;/em&gt; "Why?" &lt;br /&gt;FarmBoy: &lt;em&gt;(toying with me)&lt;/em&gt; "Just curious." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl: "Oh for crying out loud...what is it?"  &lt;br /&gt;FarmBoy:  &lt;em&gt;(smugly)&lt;/em&gt;  "Someone says they found your wallet along the highway....3 towns over."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Shit shit shit)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl:  &lt;em&gt;(trying to save face)&lt;/em&gt; "Ya, so?"  &lt;br /&gt;FarmBoy:  "Do you want their number?"  &lt;em&gt;(I just can see him smiling, saving this "haha" for a rainey day)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl:  &lt;em&gt;(sigh)&lt;/em&gt; "Ya, what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the lady, who found HALF my wallet, minus the cash and checkbook.  Tonite I will begin my scavenger hunt for the other half of my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD GRIEF!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-2190829774897014456?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/2190829774897014456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=2190829774897014456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/2190829774897014456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/2190829774897014456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-in-your-wallet.html' title='What&apos;s In YOUR Wallet?'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-8846295668081927735</id><published>2009-05-06T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:00:23.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!</title><content type='html'>Before I was a Mom, &lt;br /&gt;I never tripped over toys &lt;br /&gt;or forgot words to a lullaby. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't worry whether or not &lt;br /&gt;my plants were poisonous. &lt;br /&gt;I never thought about&lt;br /&gt;immunizations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom, &lt;br /&gt;I had never been puked on. &lt;br /&gt;Pooped on. &lt;br /&gt;Chewed on. &lt;br /&gt;Peed on. &lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my mind &lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;I slept all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom, &lt;br /&gt;I never held down a screaming child &lt;br /&gt;so doctors could do tests. &lt;br /&gt;Or give shots. &lt;br /&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried. &lt;br /&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. &lt;br /&gt;I never sat up late hours at night &lt;br /&gt;watching a baby sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom, &lt;br /&gt;I never held a sleeping baby just because &lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to put her down. &lt;br /&gt;I never felt my heart break into a million pieces &lt;br /&gt;when I couldn't stop the hurt.! &lt;br /&gt;I never knew that something so small &lt;br /&gt;could affect my life so much. &lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much. &lt;br /&gt;I never knew I would love being a Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom, &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the feeling of &lt;br /&gt;having my heart outside my body.. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel &lt;br /&gt;to feed a hungry baby. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that bond &lt;br /&gt;between a mother and her child. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that something so&lt;br /&gt;small &lt;br /&gt;could make me feel so important and happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom, &lt;br /&gt;I had never gotten up in the middle of the night &lt;br /&gt;every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. &lt;br /&gt;I had never known the warmth, &lt;br /&gt;the joy, &lt;br /&gt;the love, &lt;br /&gt;the heartache, &lt;br /&gt;the wonderment &lt;br /&gt;or the satisfaction of being a Mom. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, &lt;br /&gt;before I was a Mom . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to you...all of you moms...YOU ROCK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-8846295668081927735?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/8846295668081927735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=8846295668081927735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8846295668081927735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8846295668081927735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-5870526588883504919</id><published>2009-03-17T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:05:23.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>Our Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Check out this video montage that my pal Angie made for us!  I just LOVE it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pI17FJekio8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pI17FJekio8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-5870526588883504919?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/5870526588883504919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=5870526588883504919' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5870526588883504919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5870526588883504919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-anniversary.html' title='Our Anniversary'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-3339111166186698225</id><published>2009-03-10T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:07:59.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ky'/><title type='text'>We're Not in Kansas Anymore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SbbiOikIMQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DnaWkkP2krM/s1600-h/tramp+030809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SbbiOikIMQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DnaWkkP2krM/s200/tramp+030809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311681549954461954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trampolines are obviously NOT for country people!  We had a heck of a storm blow in this past Sunday morning.  When we looked out the window, we saw Ky's trampoline swingin' in the wind.  This was tramp#2, as #1 was replaced last year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ky returned from her friends house later that afternoon, she just looked at us with those puppy dog eyes, trying NOT to cry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KY:  "Can I get a new one?  I'll help pay for it."  &lt;em&gt;(sniffle sniffle)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(What do I say to that?)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl:  "Sure thing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ky:  "Why did the wind have to do that again?  I like my trampoline.  Can you sew it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Uh, no....have you ever seen me sew??  Not pretty, &lt;strong&gt;believe &lt;/strong&gt;me!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl:  "I don't think that would help.  We will try to get you another one soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ky:  "Can you try to sew it?  It wouldn't be hard."  &lt;em&gt;(more sniffles)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl:  "We have to get it out of the tree first, then we will see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ky:  "I hate that tree!!!!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off she ran....no longer able to be brave.  She later came in to help fold laundry and apologized for saying "hate".  All over a trampoline, and the funny thing is....&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to cry!  I felt like I had taken her best friend away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang ole' WIND!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-3339111166186698225?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/3339111166186698225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=3339111166186698225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3339111166186698225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3339111166186698225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/03/insane-wind.html' title='We&apos;re Not in Kansas Anymore!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SbbiOikIMQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DnaWkkP2krM/s72-c/tramp+030809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-2576246800226279737</id><published>2009-03-04T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:05:16.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ky'/><title type='text'>Survival...On and Off the Court</title><content type='html'>So today I am taking a breather, one I am sure I will regret later.  It is not that I don't have other things that need to be done, it is that I cannot focus to do them, or at least that is what I tell myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball has become a part of my life, and get this....I LIKE it!  I never played basketball, my "girls" always got over stimulated running up and down the court.  So I was a full-time "backseat driver" in the stands as a kid, "Brett is OPEN!!  HELLO!!" I would yell, even though I knew nothing about wing men and whatever.  Well, I know now that life truly is full-circle because once again, I am yelling in the stands, yelling at the refs, stomping my feet.  Only now, I am in a 33 year old body, that needs assistance from her loving hubby to "navigate" through the bleachers safely!  Dear lord, what has my life come to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ky is doing great with basketball &lt;em&gt;(this is her 1st year)&lt;/em&gt; , just a little on the passive side.  Her first game was somewhat painful because you could see her apprehension on the court. She was practically GIVING the ball to whoever wanted it...she was "SHARING".  When the other team players would bump into her or push her around, she was apologizing to them...she was being "KIND".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand where her confusion comes from, because as parents, we do sometimes send mixed messages.  We raise our kids to share, be kind, blah blah blah.  During my first, "Don't LET the other team take that ball!" speech, she was totally confused.    What happened to my "use your manners" speech?  Where DID it go?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you where....OUT THE DOOR!  Those girls were pushing my baby around, and I'll be danged if I just sit by and watch! Well, that crap is over, I say!! &lt;strong&gt;OVER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  I have toughened up my little cookie and last weekend..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAM!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  The other team tried to take the ball from Ky, and she almost grew 6 inches and made the scariest face I have ever seen...twisted HARD from side to side and THREW that girl on the GROUND!!  I was in the corner yelling, "YA......YA!!  That's my girl!!!"  I almost cried, I was so dang proud!  That team was NOT going to push her around, and SHE was taking care of herself......BY herself!  A very proud moment, indeed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that I felt kinda bad, hootin' and hollerin' at the other girl's expense--but that was MY girl being thrown to the ground just a few weeks ago.  And as a parent, we have to teach our kids to be strong, emotionally and sometimes physically, otherwise, they'll spend alot of time being "knocked down".  I will say that this alter basketball ego has been tough on Ky, maybe even tougher that running up and down the court for an hour.  Even when this little gal was being the aggresser and Ky stood her ground last weekend, Ky's little hand went down to help her up.  What a sweet little soul she is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cup runnith over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-2576246800226279737?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/2576246800226279737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=2576246800226279737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/2576246800226279737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/2576246800226279737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/03/survivalon-and-off-court.html' title='Survival...On and Off the Court'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-2133374260574692161</id><published>2009-02-27T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:48:35.105-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Beyonce Watch OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zo5ZbgkCJH8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zo5ZbgkCJH8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, long time, no blog!  I came across this today (my pal Carla sent it) and I just had to take 2 minutes to post!  Hope you all enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been nutty around here.....basketball tournaments are our life!  March it will all die down and I will be BACK!!  Yee Haw!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-2133374260574692161?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/2133374260574692161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=2133374260574692161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/2133374260574692161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/2133374260574692161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/02/beyonce-watch-out.html' title='Beyonce Watch OUT!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-6994459270143691555</id><published>2009-01-29T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:51:22.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Branson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The "LOOK"-- Are YOU Scared?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SYI848mb7KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/t1K3yXAIF6g/s1600-h/cartoon+ksw+dec09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SYI848mb7KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/t1K3yXAIF6g/s200/cartoon+ksw+dec09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296863060778806434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SYI84p9mPhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M8y9exJ3MQ4/s1600-h/cartoon+hlw+dec+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SYI84p9mPhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M8y9exJ3MQ4/s200/cartoon+hlw+dec+09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296863055775677970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family is wacko...as I am sure you all have figured out by now.  I have modified these 2 photos &lt;em&gt;(into cartoon---ooohh  ahhhhhh)&lt;/em&gt; from our Christmas trip to Branson.  Ky and I were patiently waiting for our food &lt;em&gt;(seriously, we TRIED being patient--for like 10 minutes!!)  &lt;/em&gt;at FudRuckers and practicing our "Nana Look" on the cashier. &lt;em&gt;(We were hungry...and bored!! So what the hey?!)  &lt;/em&gt;Now this is a serious matter, because all who have seen this look can attest that it is indeed intimidating, and yes, even scary.  So here we were, a bunch of rednecks, playing with the camera, and getting a bit antsy for our chow.  FarmBoy was enjoying the free entertainment as we kept making eye contact with the little cashier lady.  Needless to say, I do not think our "look" caused her fear...if anything, I am sure she was thinking, "WTF!!!....Freaks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My momma is the only one who can get the men working and the kids quiet with this look.  I must catch up with her soon to try to perfect this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mom...I know you are reading this.....and it is funny, ok!!  I need to get a pic of you making this look, so I can practice on FarmBoy and Ky!!  Love ya!! Hug Hug!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...even in cartoon funk, isn't Ky just the cutest thing! &lt;em&gt;(ahh to be young again!!  What a crappy cliche--but oh so true!!)&lt;/em&gt;  I wish we had taken a video clip of this....we were just rip-roaring laughing because no matter HOW hard we tried, our food took for flippin' ever to make!!  But it was SOOO yummy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-6994459270143691555?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/6994459270143691555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=6994459270143691555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6994459270143691555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6994459270143691555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-are-you-scared.html' title='The &quot;LOOK&quot;-- Are YOU Scared?'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SYI848mb7KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/t1K3yXAIF6g/s72-c/cartoon+ksw+dec09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-5903500096106127972</id><published>2009-01-28T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:09:58.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honest Scrap'/><title type='text'>Honest Scrap...or Crap--You Decide!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SYC4BpnqERI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PqE84vibRdo/s1600-h/Honest+Scrap+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SYC4BpnqERI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PqE84vibRdo/s400/Honest+Scrap+Award.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296435500279271698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ole' &lt;a href="http://momsterme.blogspot.com"&gt;Momster&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me for a fun lovin' game of 10 things....in this case, first 10 honest things about me.  Right now, the way I feel, this could get me in trouble, so I will do my best to tone it down and be ladylike!!  HAHA!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RULES are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honorees are to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) First list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep! &lt;em&gt;(Scary!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.  &lt;em&gt;(This is usually the hardest rule for me to follow, so I will just ask that all who read this AND have time(haha) do this and link back to me!!  I will list a few blogs at the end, but I am sure that by the time I get this done, I will not put anyone!!  My initial intentions are ALWAYS good, I promise!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, then....here we go.....YEE HAW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I &lt;strong&gt;CANNOT&lt;/strong&gt; stand peas....they are just plain NASTY!!  &lt;em&gt;(and they are NOT a vegetable PEOPLE!!!!  It is a starch!!!  So quit making kids suffer by eating them!!)&lt;/em&gt;  My little nephew Logan has NO idea how painful it was for me to eat 2, &lt;em&gt;(and when I say 2, I mean 2, no more, no less!!) &lt;/em&gt;of those with him a few weeks ago. I really wanted to help him hide them in his napkin.  But I was the good Auntie and choked them down with a quart of milk!!  YUK!  Peas are just GROSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I love being a mom, I mean LOVE it!!  I enjoy doing homework with Ky, taking her places--trips or just a quick run to Wally World.  I like that she will still grab my hand while we are walking sometimes, and I love that she lets me tuck her in at night...."snug as a bug in a rug".  Being a mom completes me, even though sometimes we both push each others buttons.  I love it....the best thing that I ever did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am a hateful little snot when I am hot.  My best pal Angie can attest to that!  I feel like I could cause bodily harm to ANYONE when the sweat beads above my upper lip---just THINKING about it makes my blood pressure jump a notch!  FarmBoy takes great pleasure in my discomfort during these times...and honestly, I could choke him!!  &lt;em&gt;(man, I am feeling a bit aggressive today, aren't I??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I smoke...and I wish I would stop.  I don't even smoke a pack in a day...maybe 2 or 3 days, so I don't know why I just don't quit!!  UGH!!  But in defense of my poor choice, I do not smoke in the house or car.....I don't want Ky to breath it in AND I cannot stand the smell!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  On the smoking thing, I wear a hat, even if it is 105 degrees outside....I will wear a hat when I smoke so that my hair won't smell like it!  And a glove...yes, ONE glove!! &lt;em&gt;(FarmBoy says it is my Michael Jackson look!!)&lt;/em&gt;  I don't want my fingers to smell like it either!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I just adore &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/on/shows/chelsea/index.jsp"&gt;Chelsea Handler&lt;/a&gt;!  She cracks me up!  I watch her show on E! and her brutal honesty and "take no prisoners" approach to everything is freakin' hilarious!!  The roundtable is the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  My first "relationship" was of course, young love, in 1st grade.  I loved G Potts and JAzdell.  When I officially got all my "stuff" out of my parents house when they moved a few years ago, I found some of our refreshing love notes.  The fact that we (and yes, the boys did too) took so much time to put these little notes together is quite entertaining.  Remember the ditto machines---they printed purple colored ink off of a roller.  Anyway, our daily worksheets always had a section in the top right corner for "Name".  We would cut the tops of the returned worksheets off, tape together to make a long strip, and see how many times we could get "love" written across the top.  THEN, we would roll them around our pencil and give to our love of the day.  I mean....that is crazy!!  So much thought at what, 7 yrs old????  And yes, I still had one or 2 that I have gotten from them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  (&lt;em&gt;Another elementary confession)&lt;/em&gt; I had a nemesis all through school, BChase.  And boy howdy, I could not stand her and she could not stand me.  It was unfortunate that we lived on the same block because even when school was out, we had to see each other.  I would compare our relationship to that of Seinfeld and Newman...when we would see each other, we would just snarl at each other.  ANYWAY!!!  In 4th grade, I buddied up with DLong to prepare our "attacks".  We would take the erasers off of the top of our pencils at home, roll them in glue, let dry and repeat until a nice hard outter shell was obtained.  We would then take our "artillery" to school and pelt her upside the head during the Pledge.  I know that this was mean, and if Ky ever did such a thing, she'd get in big ole' trouble &lt;em&gt;(unless it was her nemesis StringBean, then I would silently smile)&lt;/em&gt;....but, I will be honest here....I still think its freakin' funny!!!!!!!! &lt;em&gt;(Please don't think less of me people!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Holey socks &amp; underwear irk me.  FarmBoy especially loves this about me...prancing around the living room with a big ole hole in his sock, or heaven forbid, how "airy" he is feeling today &lt;em&gt;(he can be so gross)!!  &lt;/em&gt;And I have TRIED to trash them, but FarmBoy thinks it is SOOO funny, that he will dig them out of the trash can, wash them, to only drive me nutty later by showing me that he "saved" his drawers!!  I now &lt;em&gt;(silently)&lt;/em&gt; examine his undergarments in his clothes chest, and if there is a hole, I rip the snot out of them, until only pieces remain!!  I know that if there was a hidden camera on me while performing this ritual, I would look like a mad Indian showing off a prized scalp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Last honest thing....hmmmm....I really like to read.  I am a little OCD about it though, and just cannot STOP reading if involved in a great book.  I think I have probably mentioned this before, but the Twilight Series, by &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/a&gt;, was incredible!  So check it out!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then....I am done.  It is now my turn to pass on this award, so I am passing on to all the blogs on my blog roll.  &lt;em&gt;(Yep, I am lazy, but my blog roll is very dear to me, and all the ladies on it...so check it out!)&lt;/em&gt;  And anyone else, feel free to join the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodle Loo...and YEE HAW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-5903500096106127972?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/5903500096106127972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=5903500096106127972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5903500096106127972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5903500096106127972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/01/honest-scrapor-crap-you-decide.html' title='Honest Scrap...or Crap--You Decide!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SYC4BpnqERI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PqE84vibRdo/s72-c/Honest+Scrap+Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-4938524082128819164</id><published>2009-01-19T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:38:59.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Critters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Kiss My GRITS!!</title><content type='html'>So I was minding my own business....trying to get in the Monday groove.  &lt;em&gt;{{It did not help that the dang bus was 12 min early, so I had to take Ky to school.  Why oh why could I not have been off work today?}}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY....&lt;em&gt;(sheesh, I really AM easily distracted)&lt;/em&gt; phones were ringing and I was running to the back phone while on the cordless &lt;em&gt;{{pray tell why no one  can get line 2 to ring up front....maybe it is BossMan's kind way of telling me to get off my badonka donk??? hmmmm}}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story....OKAY!  Ringing phone in back...as I answered it, I had to stiffle a &lt;strong&gt;SHRIEK&lt;/strong&gt; because the biggest, &lt;strong&gt;HAIRY ASS&lt;/strong&gt; mouse ran right in front of me!!!  Being that I am so quick and limber, I hopped &lt;em&gt;(or thumped)&lt;/em&gt; onto the desk.  The little sucker turned around and &lt;strong&gt;LOOKED&lt;/strong&gt; at me and ran for cover!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{{Alright, I am a FarmGirl, and I know that if there is ONE, then there are FIVE!!  I do not know how the "math" works, but that's the way the cookie crumbles.}} &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to get thru the phone conversation, &lt;em&gt;(I still do not know who called or why....YIKES!!) &lt;/em&gt;and I quicky sprint into the front show room, crawl into my chair, and call BossMan.  He says, "FarmGirl, chill" as he listens to my crazy talk!  I explain to him that I suffered thru the "bug" problem &lt;em&gt;(don't even ask...it was TERRIBLE)&lt;/em&gt;, but that I could NOT handle lice infested mice running amuck!!  Again, "FarmGirl chill" &lt;em&gt;(he likes to embrace his heritage when I am wiggin' out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few deep breaths, I called FarmBoy!  Who, of course, immediately laughed his ASS off!!  He has SEEN my quick, limber moves before and just kept laughing and saying...."Oh I can just see YOU FARMGIRL!!!" &lt;em&gt;{{hoot hoot....cackle cackle}}&lt;/em&gt;  He is not a very gracious hubby, is he??? &lt;strong&gt;hmpf!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me about 10 minutes to "brave" to the back of the store,where the crime went down, but I had to!  My breakfast was back there! So I tiptoed back and slowly made the corner to the "snack" area &lt;em&gt;(this is a closet w/ a mini-mini frig &amp; microwave)&lt;/em&gt;and low and behold the little MF'r ate my package of grits!!!!  And there is mouse crap all over the freakin' microwave!!  So I threw all my potential mouse food into the mini-mini frig and ran for cover!!  Can you BELIEVE IT??  The little punk ATE MY GRITS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sitting up front, the rest of the morning, with my feet perched on the rollers of my desk chair.  BossMan will be here soon, with traps.  And he has another thing coming if he thinks I am capable of disposing of slain mice bodies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot believe that my breakfast is now feeding the mouths of a thieving mice community.  All I have to say about that is...yep, you guessed it....KISS MY GRITS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-4938524082128819164?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/4938524082128819164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=4938524082128819164' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4938524082128819164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4938524082128819164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiss-my-grits.html' title='Kiss My GRITS!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-5702584176678238692</id><published>2009-01-14T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:10:19.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FarmBoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Language of Women---9 Tips</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it has been MONTHS since I posted anything really interesting or worthy reading.  Time has just gotten the best of me.....for now anyway.  This morning, I decided I needed a breather, so I was catching up on emails and got this one from my pal Liz.  In my mind, I was thinking, "How appropriate...perfect timing". With that said, I have printed this to share with FarmBoy tonite...you know, to "help him along".  I then decided to post it here too.  I know men in general struggle with understanding women, but there are times where it is really a no brainer!!  Here is a recent example of FarmBoy's brilliance.  I encourage you all to post a story about a man you love, a story that will have us all mesmerized with their super intelligence!  &lt;em&gt;(ok, I even rolled my eyes as I was typing this....ooooh, and again....CRAZY!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FarmBoy's Smart Story &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work is busy....farming is done......so he calls (yesterday at 11am)..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmBoy: "FarmGirl, how many packages of fish do you want me to put out for supper?"  &lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl: "Two."&lt;br /&gt;FarmBoy: "Are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(My phone at work is just ringing off the hook, I put him on hold)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl: "I gotta go....it's busy today."&lt;br /&gt;FarmBoy: "So how many packages?"&lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl: "Two."&lt;br /&gt;FarmBoy: "Don't you think that will be too much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I am getting a little annoyed now....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl: "Fine, one."&lt;br /&gt;FarmBoy: "Well, I'll just put out two."&lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl: &lt;em&gt;(large sigh)&lt;/em&gt; "Whatever. Sounds good."&lt;br /&gt;FarmBoy: "You're sure that isn't too much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ok......at this point, bodily harm comes to mind.  Are we seriously having this conversation???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl: &lt;em&gt;(in a short, quiet voice)&lt;/em&gt; "If you knew the answer to your question, then why are you calling me?  One.... Two.... I really do NOT care---I have to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(phone's ringing again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmBoy: &lt;em&gt;(still not having a clue)&lt;/em&gt; "Oh, you're busy?  Call me back later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I am staring at the phone....is this really happening?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FarmGirl: &lt;em&gt;(in my sticky sweet voice)&lt;/em&gt; "Bye" (&lt;em&gt;ya know the "bye", where the "y" is held extra long???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So based on this story, I think FarmBoy needs a "gentle" reminder of our language....I dropped a few "fines" and "whatevers", but he still struggled with the situation.  God Bless him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when I got home, TWO packages were out!!  Go figure!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 Tips on the Language of Women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) &lt;strong&gt;Fine&lt;/strong&gt;: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) &lt;strong&gt;Five Minutes&lt;/strong&gt;: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) &lt;strong&gt;Nothing&lt;/strong&gt;: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) &lt;strong&gt;Go Ahead&lt;/strong&gt;: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) &lt;strong&gt;Loud Sigh&lt;/strong&gt;: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) &lt;strong&gt;That's Okay&lt;/strong&gt;: This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) &lt;strong&gt;Thanks&lt;/strong&gt;: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' ... that will bring on a 'whatever'). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) &lt;strong&gt;Whatever&lt;/strong&gt;: Is a women's way of saying ______ YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) &lt;strong&gt;Don't worry about it, I got it&lt;/strong&gt;: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-5702584176678238692?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/5702584176678238692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=5702584176678238692' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5702584176678238692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5702584176678238692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2009/01/language-of-women-9-tips.html' title='Language of Women---9 Tips'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-3651197707984037172</id><published>2008-12-17T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:04:33.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Tag'/><title type='text'>Photo Tag</title><content type='html'>Ok...so I am dawdeling today....(is that even spelled right??) Anyway, I have lotsa catching up to do, and &lt;a href="http://momsterme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Momster&lt;/a&gt; tagged me like AGES ago....so here is my response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/?action=view&amp;current=P1010733-1-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/P1010733-1-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are supposed to do is pull up your photofile, open the 4th file folder and post your 4th photo in that folder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of our little gal.....swinging away on her tree swing!  She was so proud of this swing, her and FarmBoy made it together while I was at work one day.  This was actually one of the last "nice weekends" we had this fall. If you look close, you will see that she is sitting on a towel....they did not have the patience to SAND this swing before trying it out, and Ky had a big ole' splinter in her butt!!  Still, instead of sanding it (after the splinter was removed) they covered the seat with a towel!  Poor ole' Strawberry Shortcake was full of filth the entire weekend!!  Yep...I was too lazy to sand it too...and the towel DID prevent splinters in the rump....so who cares about Strawberry Shortcake and her splinters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to join the fun.....post your pic and leave a comment on here for me to come take a peek...I promise to work on my timeliness.....really I do!!!! Cross my heart....hope to die...stick a needle in my eye.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-3651197707984037172?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/3651197707984037172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=3651197707984037172' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3651197707984037172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3651197707984037172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-tag.html' title='Photo Tag'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/th_P1010733-1-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-3870318941768921582</id><published>2008-12-17T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:14:06.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Carols'/><title type='text'>Funny Christmas Carol</title><content type='html'>Ok....I just got this email, and at first, I could not figure what the heck this guy was singing...then, as I scrolled down the page....the lyrics were there!  I guess this especially made me laugh since my first job was at a "burger joint".  Anyway....take a peek....it made me smile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gatchel.com/burgerking/index.html"&gt;Ding Fries are DONE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-3870318941768921582?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/3870318941768921582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=3870318941768921582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3870318941768921582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3870318941768921582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/12/funny-christmas-carol.html' title='Funny Christmas Carol'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-4167882034322982220</id><published>2008-12-08T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:59:36.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MHS Wrestling'/><title type='text'>Wrestling Tourney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_XA1iaOLFI"&gt;MHS Takes 1st Place!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an amazing tournament this weekend!  The local highschool took 1st place!  My best pal Angie made this video and I just had to post it!  Please check it out, the more people look, the higher it will move up in the search.  Ang asked that I help her out.....so a big ole thankyou in advance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I promise to post more later...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-4167882034322982220?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/4167882034322982220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=4167882034322982220' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4167882034322982220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4167882034322982220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/12/wrestling-tourney.html' title='Wrestling Tourney'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-1123917210107528707</id><published>2008-11-15T06:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:12:36.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Yes...I am still ALIVE!!</title><content type='html'>Holy COW!!  What a chaotic little world I have been living in lately!  I can hardly believe that it is November, let alone MID November!  So much has been going on...yet when I was chatting with a pal yesterday and they asked, "So where have you &lt;strong&gt;BEEN&lt;/strong&gt; FarmGirl?" I simply did not know....where have I been?  What HAVE I been doing?  Hell if I know...I just know that Christmas is nipping at my heels and I have lost that summer tan....what the HECK is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does time pass us by so quick?  What is really so important that you lose contact with friends for a week or more at a time?  Life....that is what happens.  It seems that I have so little time lately, that what time I DO have, I am trying to spend it with FarmBoy and Ky.  But that is the story of everyone's life, right!!  I just am not a good time manager, and I tend to be a little OCD when it comes to my job--I just cannot relax if I have things that need to get done.  If I leave work with a big fat list of things to do....even if I AM home...I tend to fret about what is left at work.  Personal problem.....I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I am checking my photobucket for cools pics...be back.....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....I don't even have any cool pics to share...now that is SAD!!  &lt;em&gt;(Ok...mental note...I need to get a grip on my life.)&lt;/em&gt;  Who goes a full month without taking a picture?  Now I am frustrated!  I had no idea until I just went to my photobucket, that I have NO PICS!!  Not even ones that need to be downloaded!  Crap, crap, crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough whining...I know! I like lists, so I will make a list now as to what we have been doing....maybe then it will make me feel like I haven't lost an entire month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Farming - FarmBoy has been hard at it.  We still have corn and beans in the fields, but I think &lt;em&gt;(I really don't know for sure)&lt;/em&gt; the wheat is in.  I love the wheat...it gets green so early in the spring, when everything is all brown and dead from winter.  Wheat symbolizes hope for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ky - I am so proud of her.  She has been selected for the &lt;a href="http://www.nationalyoungscholars.org/index.cfm?utm_medium=EMAIL&amp;utm_source=11-12-08&amp;utm_campaign=NYS1096_PFTS"&gt;National Young Scholars Program&lt;/a&gt;.  How is it that a child, meerly 10 yrs old, can be so incredibly grown up?  And how did it happen?  &lt;em&gt;(Again...I have issues with time--DUH!)&lt;/em&gt;  She was nominated by her teacher and principal for her "ability to demonstrate exceptional maturity, scholastic merit and leadership..."  Talk about puffing up like a big ole' rooster!  I have been strutting around, eager to tell anyone who will listen!  It is a week program &lt;em&gt;(out of state....yikes!)&lt;/em&gt; that will stimulate her creativity/curiosity with fun, engaging projects.  No parents are allowed AND it costs $1900...but we are looking at maybe a fundraiser/sponsership.  So I have been trying to research fund availability...in my free time of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. House - This is ticking me off.  We spoke with a contractor 3 mos ago, he gave us a bid, and gave us a worst-case-scenario date of Nov 1.  Go ahead...ask me......the answer is............... NOOOO!!  He has not been by, called--nada.  So FarmBoy called him on Friday to find out what was going on &lt;em&gt;(he was worried about what I would say....so he called instead of me)&lt;/em&gt; Well, Mr. Hawkins &lt;em&gt;(ya...I said his name...so THERE!!)&lt;/em&gt; forgot about us!  Can you believe that!  FarmBoy asked when he could fit us in...he said mid-December!  FarmBoy let him know that his wife was not going to be too thrilled about this, and let him know we would call him back.  Needless to say, FarmBoy was defending this joker before he even told me what happened &lt;em&gt;(the male species cracks me up!)&lt;/em&gt;  And now it is the principal of the matter....I can't get anyone to put our windows in any sooner, but I'll be damned if Matt or his dad touches my windows.  I mean, seriously.....if you don't want to do the job, then say it....I CAN handle the truth.  But no, the 2 jerks stood in my living room singing the song I wanted to hear, instead of being honest...saying that they would not have the time to get to it.  Well BITE ME!!  I've gone this long with those rickety old ass windows, I can wait until spring!!  In the mean time, I will be running my big ass mouth to anyone that listens to me.....and get this......we were paying cash!!  And they were getting $1000 to do a 2 day job...CASH!!!  Freakin' morons!!  I can see it now...I am going to have to buy one of those DIY videos at Home Depot on how to install windows, and I will be out there this spring trying out my new "trade".  Now that, folks, is some funny shit.....cuz I am NOT handy...I am crafty (and a little bitchy), but NOT handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....enough for now.  But all is well in my neck of the woods....just working like a mad dog.  I know I won't get to post much...at least for a week or so, so I must let you know what has me all excited this week.......TWILIGHT!! Check out the movie trailer....I am pumped up....so who else is going to be seeing this??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lio6Y_XA5Ko&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lio6Y_XA5Ko&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week everyone....I do miss chatting with you all...I have been a bad bloggy friend.  I will return soon!  I will try to stop by and visit you all!  Thanks for thinking of me!! TaTa for now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-1123917210107528707?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/1123917210107528707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=1123917210107528707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/1123917210107528707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/1123917210107528707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesi-am-still-alive.html' title='Yes...I am still ALIVE!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-6360980089750230955</id><published>2008-10-20T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:26:56.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Branson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I've been TAGGED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SPy019GwlTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PorB0ii6SnA/s1600-h/Tagged+(Blog).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SPy019GwlTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PorB0ii6SnA/s400/Tagged+(Blog).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259277303890875698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tina Bug&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me, so here are a few random facts about me (I know you have all been dying to learn more!! HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I do NOT like nuts in my brownies, cookies, bread...NADA!  If I want nuts in my food I will add it myself, thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I love LOVE auctions.  My record to date is about 6 hrs and 10 minutes.  And boy oh boy...did I get me some DEALS!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am dreadfully hateful when overheated....I am actually thinking of tatoo'ing a warning label, just in case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I start playing Christmas music around Halloween...right now I have found my Point of Grace Christmas CD.  I am trying to be strong and not play it, but I "fondled" it this morning....and I am thinking my will-power to resist is about out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Speaking of Christmas, I am also considering watching ELF this weekend!  I just love that movie!!  (Can you tell, I LOVE Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  My beloved friend, Ang, (she posted a few comments on the post previous to this) thinks I am crazy....as I am getting a 2nd job for this Christmas season.  I hate to do it, but I don't want to stress about the money this year...and I love GIVING presents and I MUST go to Branson, MO....not an option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I love Branson, MO....I just love it.  Walking along the Landing--wandering aimlessly into the yummy shops, watching the ducks, listening to the music on the streets.  I love strolling along the cobblestone road, the sidewalk vendors....and Joe's Crabshack!  Our favorite time to go is in the winter, before Christmas.  The Festival of Lights cannot compare to ANY light show I have ever been to.  Just thinking about it makes me all giddy....I have attached the infamous Christmas Tree Lighting at Silver Dollar City--it is what they call &lt;a href="http://www.bransonsilverdollarcity.com/mini-section/default.aspx?id=55"&gt;"An Old Time Christmas"&lt;/a&gt;.  Many types of Christmas music, from Polar Express to some of my favorite Trans-Siberian Orchestra, fills the cool night air. Our entire family loves going here each year--even FarmBoy has started talking about going again.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know it is not Christmas yet, shoot, not even Halloween!  Funny how my "random" facts has lead me into Christmas...and yes, I know I have problems!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CuWBDDEsaOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CuWBDDEsaOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is all I wrote....mainly because I am currently bombarded with a crap load of work and shouldn't even be posting...but I just cannot resist!!  I hope you all enjoyed!!  Whoever wants to play along, please feel free to.  Post a comment so that we can all go check out how incredibly "normal" you are!!  Oh, and YEE HAW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-6360980089750230955?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/6360980089750230955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=6360980089750230955' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6360980089750230955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6360980089750230955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been TAGGED!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SPy019GwlTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PorB0ii6SnA/s72-c/Tagged+(Blog).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-4587591547343305148</id><published>2008-10-16T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:19:09.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Fiesta Foto'/><title type='text'>Just a SWINGIN'  {Friday Fiesta Foto}</title><content type='html'>Now how fun does this look!  FarmBoy and Ky made this swing last week and put it up in an old tree we have in our back yard.  She has been on it constantly!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/?action=view&amp;current=P1010722-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/P1010722-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just waiting for the screams of "MOM!!  I HIT THE TREE" as I nurse a broken arm, but oh-well...since when do 10 year olds listen to their moms anyway.  Besides, I must admit, there is some adrenaline that gets to flowing when you get too close to the tree...ah, yes....I've been a swingin' too!!  I was scared to death of breaking the dang limb out of the tree, but here I am, still in one piece!  Now FarmBoy, well, I tried to take him out, with my oh-so-long-slender legs (now THAT is funny people!!), and I almost wet myself.  I had no idea that FarmBoy could bend like that!  I have myself my own GUMBY!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like John Anderson sings..."And we were swingin', Yes we were swingin'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{For more great Friday Fiesta Foto's, check out &lt;a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/search/label/friday%27s%20foto%20finish%20fiesta"&gt;Candid Carrie&lt;/a&gt; Better yet, join the fun!!  See my oh-so-cute button on the right to get there too!}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/search/label/friday%27s%20foto%20finish%20fiesta"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-4587591547343305148?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/4587591547343305148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=4587591547343305148' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4587591547343305148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4587591547343305148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-swingin-friday-fiesta-foto.html' title='Just a SWINGIN&apos;  {Friday Fiesta Foto}'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/th_P1010722-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-8699847968022143715</id><published>2008-10-16T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:41:19.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Happy Fall Ya'll</title><content type='html'>We went on a little adventure out into our woods Monday night, "Checking out the crops," as FarmBoy would say.  Old Blue &lt;em&gt;(now that is a classic farm truck if I have ever seen one)&lt;/em&gt; hauled us up the "old lane", Ky riding in the back with our other "puppies" and Little Man &lt;em&gt;(who you met earlier this week)&lt;/em&gt; riding in the front seat between hubby and myself.  This photo is of some of our corn on the east side of the woods.  In the background, you can see that the woods surround this field--a great place for deer hunting &lt;em&gt;(I only shoot with my camera!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/?action=view&amp;current=P1010750.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/P1010750.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it may be Autumn, but our leaves are still green, or all gone!  I have GOT to plant some maples out here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/?action=view&amp;current=P1010751-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/P1010751-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around to the right, there is a big clearing (&lt;em&gt;our neighbor bails hay here)&lt;/em&gt; surrounded by woods.  It is so amazing &lt;em&gt;(so much so that I forgot to take a picture!!)&lt;/em&gt; to walk into the woods, so peaceful...and cool.  In the summer, I will sometimes take Ole Blue and sit on the tailgate and read &lt;em&gt;(FarmBoy brush hogs into the woods so I won't trip--I am a bit accident prone, go figure!) &lt;/em&gt;because it is always 10 degrees cooler in there.  Well, long story short (&lt;em&gt;ya right)&lt;/em&gt; we will take apples, melons, pumpkins, etc that have gone bad out there for the deer to eat...but we always throw the fruit at the trees, you know, to watch the fruit blow up.  It is a great way to release tension, and we all know that Monday, after my car vs garage incident, I needed this.  A blast was had by all...though FarmBoy was bummed because he had the biggest "air ball" of us all, which made Ky and I VERY pleased!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally headed back, though Ky scrunched in the front with us...it was pretty chilly.  It is truly amazing how quickly it is getting dark now.  I truly love this time of year, but hate to see the sun go down.  This next pic is taken of the good ole' Mid-West Sky...I just love the amber colors. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/?action=view&amp;current=P1010780.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/P1010780.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a minute sometime soon and enjoy this beautiful time of year--Happy Fall Ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-8699847968022143715?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/8699847968022143715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=8699847968022143715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8699847968022143715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8699847968022143715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-fall-yall.html' title='Happy Fall Ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/th_P1010750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-1912477172153660138</id><published>2008-10-14T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:19:13.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>FarmBoy's Buddy</title><content type='html'>FarmBoy loves this little guy, calling him "MACHO man..." in his Jolly Green Giant voice.  Little Man (his REAL name) loves it because he indeed DOES feel Macho...being the only boy dog on the farm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/?action=view&amp;current=P1010747-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/P1010747-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo is Little Man's pathetic attempt to make us feel sorry for him...needless to say, it only caused me to get the camera!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-1912477172153660138?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/1912477172153660138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=1912477172153660138' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/1912477172153660138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/1912477172153660138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/10/farmboys-buddy.html' title='FarmBoy&apos;s Buddy'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Fall%202008/th_P1010747-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-4785022772691771641</id><published>2008-10-13T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:03:18.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>What a day....</title><content type='html'>A typical Monday, some would say, but since when did waking up and going to work COST money?  Leave it to me...I'd find a way.  When the alarm went off this morning (when I thought it was Sunday), I should have just stayed put.  We all were running around frantic-like, trying to figure out if it was Sunday or Monday...the arrival of the schoolbus confirmed it was indeed Monday.  **UGH**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling out of the garage was the icing on the cake...especially because my husband was there to witness my little "altercation" with the garage.  It looked like I would truly prevail....I folded in the cotton-pickin mirrors and all!!  (My Pacifica barely wedges in, maybe 2 inches to spare each side...may-be)  Well, I guess it's a good thing I am not a gambler, because the garage won....$336 worth of damage!  Can you IMAGINE!!  I was freakin' fuming!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called insurance (I have not had a ticket or claim in over 7 yrs) and those pocket book leeches told me that if I claimed it, it would cost me  THREE POINTS!!!  What does that mean, you ask....it means MORE money in premiums!!  I have paid over...(I am getting a calulator...so just a sec.........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$ 10,000 in premium and they wanna charge me more!  They are freakin' idiots!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...any suggestions for good insurance?  Cuz I am ready to tell him to stick it where the sun DON'T shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{{Ok, I DO realize hitting the garage is my fault...I am not blameless, but getting ripped off---I ain't into that.  So there, I admitted I was WRONG...but only for hitting the garage door!!}}}}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-4785022772691771641?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/4785022772691771641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=4785022772691771641' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4785022772691771641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4785022772691771641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-day.html' title='What a day....'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-2425379728201625098</id><published>2008-10-06T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:18:42.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Freakin' Hilarious!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-V58LkjfLi8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-V58LkjfLi8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I accidently stumbled across this and I wasn't impressed UNTIL I saw his "fatal" move! I cannot stop laughing!!  The outfit is so funky fresh...I think I am going to get one for FarmBoy!!  Enjoy!!!  I sure as hell did!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-2425379728201625098?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/2425379728201625098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=2425379728201625098' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/2425379728201625098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/2425379728201625098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/10/freakin-hilarious.html' title='Freakin&apos; Hilarious!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-8006855622302388076</id><published>2008-10-02T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:47:48.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Fiesta Foto'/><title type='text'>Friday Fiesta Foto (A Priceless Moment)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/MG%20Visit%20Sept%202008/?action=view&amp;current=P1010760-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/MG%20Visit%20Sept%202008/P1010760-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby brother here with son #2.  What an amazing reunion this past weekend of our families.  He had served our country since before 9/11, and is now a full time dad.  I am so incredibly proud of him...I just cannot even put it into words.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was somewhat in awe as he was showing this little guy (my nephew) how to fish.  Not that B understood a word.  I think it was at this moment I realized how blessed we are as a family...to share in priceless moments like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-8006855622302388076?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/8006855622302388076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=8006855622302388076' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8006855622302388076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8006855622302388076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-fiesta-foto-priceless-moment.html' title='Friday Fiesta Foto (A Priceless Moment)'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/MG%20Visit%20Sept%202008/th_P1010760-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-6249931574547244616</id><published>2008-10-02T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:32:07.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>Brief Recap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/MG%20Visit%20Sept%202008/?action=view&amp;current=P1010767-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/MG%20Visit%20Sept%202008/P1010767-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the top of his head is cut off....I am not blind. I just could not keep up with this little bugger!  But I got him with his tongue out!  This is my little nephew at the park this past weekend.  I am absolutely in love with this little guy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/MG%20Visit%20Sept%202008/?action=view&amp;current=P1010763-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/MG%20Visit%20Sept%202008/P1010763-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I got the other brother's head in this one!  He would at least "semi-pose" for me!  Again, at the park during my brother's visit home last weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/MG%20Visit%20Sept%202008/?action=view&amp;current=P1010744-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/MG%20Visit%20Sept%202008/P1010744-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful reunion of our families.  MG is now in Wisconsin, with his wife, 2 boys and precious baby girl.  How did the weekend go by so fast?  We sure hated to see them go, but felt so blessed to have spent the time together....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-6249931574547244616?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/6249931574547244616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=6249931574547244616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6249931574547244616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6249931574547244616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/10/brief-recap.html' title='Brief Recap...'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/MG%20Visit%20Sept%202008/th_P1010767-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-5088126043102703330</id><published>2008-10-02T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:28:23.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping FarmGirl Entertained</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HETAnq5s58g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HETAnq5s58g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I needed a good giggle today.  I am feeling a bit under the weather, just exhausted, really.  So, I am trying to find things that get me "pumped" because I have quite a few hours ahead of me today (it is only freakin' 10:30 in the morning!!!  AHHH, 5 seems too dang far away!!)  This is my 1st installment, or rather ATTEMPT, to keep this day moving forward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-5088126043102703330?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/5088126043102703330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=5088126043102703330' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5088126043102703330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5088126043102703330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/10/keeping-farmgirl-entertained.html' title='Keeping FarmGirl Entertained'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-3195534512759915999</id><published>2008-09-30T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:56:38.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Riddle that works...</title><content type='html'>CALCULATING YOUR AGE FROM EATING OUT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask your age,you probably would tell a falsehood anyway, Lordy knows I'm still 29!!  Anyway, check this out....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes less than a minute.  Work this out as you read.  Be sure you don't read the bottom until you've worked it out!  This is not one of those waste of time things, unless you really do have somthing to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. First of all, pick the number of&lt;br /&gt;times a week that you would like to go out to eat. (more than once but less than 10)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Add 5.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Multiply it by 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1758; &lt;br /&gt;if you haven't, add 1757.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You should have a three digit number.  The first digit was your original number (i.e., how many times you want to go out to restaurants in a week).  &lt;br /&gt;The next two numbers are -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YOUR AGE ! ------ (Oh YES, it is!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE ONLY YEAR (2008) THAT IT WILL EVER WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do people come up with this?  And it is true!!  I just am not that smart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-3195534512759915999?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/3195534512759915999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=3195534512759915999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3195534512759915999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3195534512759915999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/09/riddle-that-works.html' title='A Riddle that works...'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-6025284436770005866</id><published>2008-09-30T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:59:34.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I Found!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SOJnhxdaSHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8ZT74K-8grg/s1600-h/Combine+World+Record+-+mix.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SOJnhxdaSHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8ZT74K-8grg/s320/Combine+World+Record+-+mix.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251873945377458290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SOJnh3YItGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LpxztD5xOB4/s1600-h/Combine+World+Record+-+JDeere.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SOJnh3YItGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LpxztD5xOB4/s320/Combine+World+Record+-+JDeere.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251873946965947490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole cyber world still amazes me.  I was out searching for John Deere things, and low and behold, I ran across these photos.  I am so sad that the great state of Kansas made this new world record this year, but so proud that "farmers" got together to do this!!  160 acres were harvested with 100 combines and several grain trucks in 10 minutes and  15 seconds--can you BELIEVE that???  Holy macaroni!!  What is really neat is that a portion of the crops were donated to a children's camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer's ROCK!! Especially REAL farmers, you know, the ones that drive GREENE!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YeE HaW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-6025284436770005866?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/6025284436770005866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=6025284436770005866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6025284436770005866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6025284436770005866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-what-i-found.html' title='Look What I Found!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SOJnhxdaSHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8ZT74K-8grg/s72-c/Combine+World+Record+-+mix.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-988467255713742713</id><published>2008-09-23T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:44:58.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some crackers please....</title><content type='html'>Ok...I busted my butt getting all my stuff done so I'd be ready.  I, of course, am talking about CSI: Miami.  I hustled the kid to bed and hubbie in the shower. I am ready to see what has happened to Mr. One-liner Cane...is he dead...or has he beaten the odds yet again&lt;em&gt;!(you know he survived a small militia in Brazil)&lt;/em&gt; I started watching it laying down, but Wolfe was getting on my nerves, so I had to sit up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my phone ready...ready to call my pal PJ if her "pal" Wolfe was a part of this set up.  (She, for whatever reason, has "faith" is the jerk.)  Shoot, I called during the 1st break and she didn't even answer the phone with "Hello, FarmGirl". Instead I got, "FarmGirl...Wolfe is a good guy...blah blah blah".  Why does she like this punk anyway?  I digress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial storyline was great...I was ready to and willing to become part of the "Hunt the Wolfe Club"--I WANTED to be a part of that club!  But nope...Wolfe was a good guy &lt;em&gt;(he drives me batty)&lt;/em&gt; and the storyline was ruined in less than 15 minutes!  Who the heck wrote this episode?  I mean, what the hell?  Who in their right mind would spoil a whole 3+ months anticipation by spilling the beans before the 2nd break? &lt;strong&gt;Had I not been waiting ALL SUMMER!&lt;/strong&gt;  I &lt;strong&gt;DESERVED&lt;/strong&gt; a GREAT episode...what I got was cheese....cheese....cheese---from ALL of them! WTF?  That was a crappy ass episode!  So much cheese, and NO CRACKERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have included some of the finest "cheese" ever served by Horatio (somehow it's tolerable coming from him) for those, like me, that fell short of being entertained last night.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width='448' height='365' src='http://www.spike.com/efp' quality='high' bgcolor='000000' name='efp' align='middle' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' flashvars='flvbaseclip=2812952&amp;'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href='http://www.spike.com/video/david-carusos-csi/2812952'&gt;David Caruso s CSI One-Liners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-988467255713742713?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/988467255713742713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=988467255713742713' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/988467255713742713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/988467255713742713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-some-crackers-please.html' title='I need some crackers please....'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-3704525119966828051</id><published>2008-09-19T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:10:47.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister Flo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Sister Flo's Cousin</title><content type='html'>Saw this on another blog, and cracked up...then Flo came to visit me...it's not so funny anymore!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://current.com/e/89157733/en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://current.com/e/89157733/en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="400" height="400" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I gotta say....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-3704525119966828051?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/3704525119966828051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=3704525119966828051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3704525119966828051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3704525119966828051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/09/sister-flos-cousin.html' title='Sister Flo&apos;s Cousin'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-5636147683503973875</id><published>2008-09-18T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:59:22.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prank'/><title type='text'>Idiot Roll Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SNKfkJ8X8fI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EicQKu-k5vQ/s1600-h/Barn+Paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SNKfkJ8X8fI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EicQKu-k5vQ/s320/Barn+Paint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247431959333302770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so the truth is out.  My dear, wonderful hubbie officially thinks I am an idiot.  Why, you wonder?  So glad you asked...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hubby painting barn...Hubby out of paint...hubby calling FarmGirl)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello&lt;br /&gt;Him: I'm outta paint&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okayyyyyyyyyy, do you want me to get some?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ya, I need three 5 gallon buckets...barn and fence paint.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, I'll stop at Tractor Supply&lt;br /&gt;Him: It needs to be barn and fence paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(No shit sherlock, you are painting a barn, right?  DUH)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya, I remember...I picked it up last time&lt;br /&gt;Him: I need THREE... &lt;em&gt;(I imagine him holding up 3 fingers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Got it&lt;br /&gt;Him: Barn and fence paint...the red label&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Call me when you get there...it's the red label&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Shut the hell up!  I get it!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Got it&lt;br /&gt;Him: Don't forget to call&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok &lt;em&gt;(jerk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go in the store, to get the freakin' paint....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Phone rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Did you get it?  You didn't call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I just got off the phone with you, moron!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: The guy is getting it from the back.&lt;br /&gt;Him: I need THREE, ok? &lt;em&gt;(Using his high pitch kid voice)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I KNOWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;Him: You're getting the Barn &amp; Fence paint, right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Him: The white?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Him:  The guy is getting the red label, right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Him: ok, see ya in a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the paint loaded, am heading home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Phone rings, *sigh*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hello&lt;br /&gt;Him: So did you get it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes&lt;br /&gt;Him: The barn fence paint, right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes&lt;br /&gt;Him: The red label, you got the red label right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes... &lt;em&gt;(I am starting to feel ornery now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya, I got five, 3 gallons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(oh this is too fun!! Too easy!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya, I got five, just like you told me.&lt;br /&gt;Him: I didn't say five.  Did you really get FIVE?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes you said FIVE, 1-2-3-4-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(hee hee...they don't make it in 3 gallons)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;(almost yelling)&lt;/em&gt; YOU GOT FIVE???  How much money did you spend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: a little over $400 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I am seriously trying not to giggle....he is wiggin' out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Ok....ok.....well, we can take it back.  You have the reciept, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Do I look that ignorant!!  Give me a freakin' break!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No...I told her I didn't need the reciept....sorry&lt;br /&gt;Him: YOU.HAVE.GOT.TO.BE.KIDDING.ME.FARMGIRL!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ok, I am crying---I am laughing way to hard)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, I got another call, I'll see you in about 20 minutes...bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he's calling back, freakin' out!  I mean seriously, I am an educated woman!  But I don't answer the phone. I pull in the driveway, and here he comes!  OMG...I swear I could hear his footsteps in the grass...he looked like a big ole Sasquatch!  I ran in the house, cuz I am laughing so hard!!  I watch from the window as he opens the back hatch...then he looks to the house, back to the THREE buckets of FIVE gallon paint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's an idiot now, MISTER!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ahh....that would be my loving hubbie....he is so much fun to mess with!!)  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-5636147683503973875?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/5636147683503973875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=5636147683503973875' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5636147683503973875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5636147683503973875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/09/idiot-roll-call.html' title='Idiot Roll Call'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SNKfkJ8X8fI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EicQKu-k5vQ/s72-c/Barn+Paint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-8766854025827609371</id><published>2008-09-16T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:24:00.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decor Montage Unfolded---and the Tween</title><content type='html'>Turns out the whole weekend wasn't completely wasted.  I was dog sick on Saturday, but come Sunday, I felt well enough between naps to scatter more "stuff" through the house.  Hubby tried to pretend that it was the last thing he wanted to do, but he really did enjoy it...he's the one that got the ladder, measured and cut it---withOUT me asking!!  He tries to play tough---but he ain't nothin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((See slide show below))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must tell a funny story about my daughter.  Now that 5th grade is here, she has unfortunately discovered that boys are cute.  I try to not laugh as she gushes about playing kickball with the boys, or that so n-so hit her on the arm....the secret language of a 5th grader...ahhh.  Anyway, so she is "going with" this one kid...(who is worse than a woman on the phone!!  AHHH!!  And yes, Momma laid the law...she's only 10 for pete's sake!!) Okay, so yesterday, I get home and she tells me she needs to "talk" to me.  I am thinking,  good grief, now what.  So I sit down and she steps in front of me and says, "I broke up with Travin."  Now, I KNOW she is testing me...to see if I start laughing (I find this whole tween thing pretty humorous, most of the time).  I calmly nod my head, no smiling...."I just told him that the relationship just wasn't working out."  She then smiled, and went to playing her trumpet.  What the heck was that...my 10 year old...acting so...adult.  Sheesh...she is better at communicating than I am.  Then....I went outside to call AJ to giggle about insane phone boy won't be calling anymore---such a great VICTORY for me!!  One boy down...and hopefully not anymore to go...til' she's 25 or something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YeE HaW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-8766854025827609371?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/8766854025827609371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=8766854025827609371' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8766854025827609371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8766854025827609371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/09/decor-montage-unfolded-and-tween.html' title='Decor Montage Unfolded---and the Tween'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-9180817375272777593</id><published>2008-09-16T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:12:34.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Decorating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w317.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Decorating/033491c9.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/Decorating/?action=view&amp;current=033491c9.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-9180817375272777593?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/9180817375272777593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=9180817375272777593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/9180817375272777593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/9180817375272777593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainy-day-decorating.html' title='Rainy Day Decorating'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-5523587522053746367</id><published>2008-09-11T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:07:03.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9-11 Anniversary'/><title type='text'>God Bless you all...I remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlQJgTnx7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SUWhHII-4bE/s1600-h/9-11+Survivors.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlQJgTnx7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SUWhHII-4bE/s320/9-11+Survivors.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244811365270931378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlQJ2GESPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9HfKV-MApcY/s1600-h/9-11+Survivors+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlQJ2GESPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9HfKV-MApcY/s320/9-11+Survivors+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244811371119659250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlPz21Ei1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/TO_IUFrwW-U/s1600-h/9-11+Trade+Center+Stairwell.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlPz21Ei1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/TO_IUFrwW-U/s320/9-11+Trade+Center+Stairwell.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244810993359686482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlP0JbVv8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Q5rDU2AzomI/s1600-h/9-11+Memorial.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlP0JbVv8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Q5rDU2AzomI/s320/9-11+Memorial.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244810998352035778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlCVbtU5RI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RUkiTzIv884/s1600-h/9-11+Trade+Center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlCVbtU5RI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RUkiTzIv884/s320/9-11+Trade+Center.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244796177032209682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlCVaAB7FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XWcM6X_uHzw/s1600-h/9-11+Trade+Center+and+Plane+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlCVaAB7FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XWcM6X_uHzw/s320/9-11+Trade+Center+and+Plane+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244796176573787218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlCVqwnw_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/VDeE9RNfviY/s1600-h/9-11+Trade+Center+survivors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlCVqwnw_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/VDeE9RNfviY/s320/9-11+Trade+Center+survivors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244796181072561138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlCVsQS9FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4TJOyWEzLw/s1600-h/9-11+Trade+Center+remains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlCVsQS9FI/AAAAAAAAAEw/N4TJOyWEzLw/s320/9-11+Trade+Center+remains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244796181473850450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlCVxEfVMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eCqzHtPMApU/s1600-h/9-11+FireFighters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlCVxEfVMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eCqzHtPMApU/s320/9-11+FireFighters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244796182766507202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?  I sure do...who will ever forget this?  I was on my way to work, a sales meeting, when it first came over the airwaves...a plane has hit the World Trade Center.  I thought I had heard wrong...can this really be happening?  Surely not...then the 2nd plane.  I thought I was going to vomit.  I was crying and shaking my head in disbelief.  All those people, their families....I prayed and prayed, saying the Lord's prayer as fast as I could...over and over, I couldn't think of anything else...I was in shock, disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the horror together that day, in the bank.  It was so quiet, no rustling of papers, no phones ringing--just us, as we all cried silently, men &amp; women, holding hands, hugging, trying to make sense of this horrific event.  I wanted to leave so badly and get my little girl, 3 at the time, and just hug her, love her.  Did I tell her I loved her this morning...did she hear me?  I just cannot imagine anything more tragic to happen to innocent people.  We watched in silence and horror as the Towers fell.  Then I was angry...so angry that ANYONE would do something like this.  I felt like a trapped animal...I remember shaking, wanting to hit something, then feeling so weak...I felt so helpless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on the radio while I was driving to work, the station had a moment of silence with a music montage of sound clips from that day.  A 9-1-1 phone call...a woman named Melissa who had called begging for help and the dispatcher praying with her, trying to soothe her, knowing that her voice was the last Melissa would most likely hear...then there was silence--Melissa's voice was there no longer, no longer praying and begging for help...only the dispatcher calling her name, and praying to God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried today...listening to that, remembering.  It felt just as horrible today as it did that day.  I cried for all those families, mommies and daddies, that are no longer here.  I cried for the brave men &amp; women firefighters, that risked their lives to save so few.  I cried for the pain &amp; sorrow of all those that lost a loved one.  I cried for America, my beloved country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I remember...I will never forget.  May God Bless you all, that no one will ever have to experience anything this horrific again.  Keep your family &amp; friends close today, tell them you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TIMELINE 9/11---REMEMBERING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:58 a.m. - United Airlines Flight 175 departs Boston for Los Angeles,&lt;br /&gt;carrying 56 passengers, two pilots, and seven flight attendants. The&lt;br /&gt;Boeing 767 is hijacked after takeoff and diverted to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:59 a.m. - American Airlines Flight 11 departs Boston for Los&lt;br /&gt;Angeles, carrying 81 passengers, two pilots, and nine flight&lt;br /&gt;attendants. This Boeing 767 is also hijacked and diverted to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:01 a.m. - United Airlines Flight 93, a Boeing 757 carrying 38&lt;br /&gt;passengers, two pilots, and five flight attendants, leaves Newark, N.J.,&lt;br /&gt;for San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:10 a.m. - American Airlines Flight 77 departs Washington's&lt;br /&gt;Dulles International Airport for Los Angeles, carrying 58 passengers,&lt;br /&gt;two pilots, and four flight attendants. The Boeing 757 is hijacked&lt;br /&gt;after takeoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:46 a.m. - American Flight 11 from Boston crashes into the North&lt;br /&gt;Tower at the World Trade Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:03 a.m. - United Flight 175 from Boston crashes into the South&lt;br /&gt;Tower at the World Trade Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- U.S. Federal Aviation Administration shuts down all New&lt;br /&gt;York area airports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:21 a.m. - Bridges and tunnels leading into New York City&lt;br /&gt;are closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:25 a.m. - All domestic flights are grounded by U.S. Federal&lt;br /&gt;Aviation Administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45 a.m. - American Flight 77 crashes into The Pentagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:05 a.m. - The South Tower at the World Trade Center collapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:05 a.m. - The White House is evacuated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:10 a.m. - A large section of one side of The Pentagon collapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:10 a.m. - United Flight 93 crashes in a wooded area in&lt;br /&gt;Pennsylvania, after passengers confront hijackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:28 a.m. - The North Tower at the World Trade Center collapses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-5523587522053746367?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/5523587522053746367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=5523587522053746367' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5523587522053746367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5523587522053746367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-bless-you-alli-remember.html' title='God Bless you all...I remember'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMlQJgTnx7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SUWhHII-4bE/s72-c/9-11+Survivors.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-945243805776286224</id><published>2008-09-04T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:27:28.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Mess with the Bull....You get the horns!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMBUu6zuZVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JpqCaXxKAsM/s1600-h/Bull+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMBUu6zuZVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JpqCaXxKAsM/s320/Bull+Pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242283131296179538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on...just give it to me....it is my day.  I should have just stayed in bed this morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This crazy lady (client of ours) called today yellling...I didn't know why at first, but she was loosing it...grunting to herself and everything.  It was like Heroshima with the F Bombs flying around!  Then the wench hung up on me...ok fine.  I get it you are mad, I can see her point.  No problem.  So I bend over backwards, calling the manufacturer, making him accountable for their crappy product, and he is going to personally go to this Wacko lady's house to fix this chair--that SHE has messed up (BTW). So, I let the FBombs slide and figure out a way to get this taken care of.  I call her...in my oh-so-nice-to-chat-with-you-(FREAK) voice.  She starts yelling again...I was shocked!  I had a solution to her mess...shouldn't even be my freakin' problem, and the hoochie was freakin' screamin' at me!  OH NO SHE DIDN'T!!  But, the wench hung up before I could respond.  I was fumin'....so, I decide I'm gonna take the high road and kill her with kindness....but I will not be hung up on TWICE!!  So, I called her back...."I'm so sorry," I said, "I guess we had a bad connection."  She then starts ranting about her busy day on Saturday...giving me very specific details fast....so I repeat them back to her, to be sure I have her life all organized (Like I really give a flying truck!) I said, "Herculeen, MO" and she goes off...AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMBUlVFRbhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1RFNYIQvu84/s1600-h/Crazy+Lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMBUlVFRbhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1RFNYIQvu84/s320/Crazy+Lady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242282966550408722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;"NO!! LISTEN TO ME FARMGIRL....I WILL E-N-U-N-C-I-A-T-E  F-O-R Y-O-U!! I- S-A-I-D- H-E-R-C-L-A-N-I-U-M , MO!" Then she demanded a freakin' credit....she hasn't even PAID FOR IT YET!!  SHE OWES US $$$$$.  I sweetly say, "I am sorry, I can't issue a credit when we have not been paid."  Then, it was Pearl Harbor...FBOMBS...and she hung up!  I bet you see where this is going....I am pretty easy to predict...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her back...."Really bad connection we have today, isn't it?" I said ever so sweetly.  She said she was busy, then said bye, then hung up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manners people!!  Ya want respect?  Ya want me to help you?  Then be freakin' nice and don't cuss me out!  I didn't screw up your chair--YOU DID!  I can't give you a credit--YOU HAVEN'T PAID!!  I will walk thru fire for my family, friends, and my clients...I will fight battles that I should not have to fight....but let me tell you something, don't disrespect me! Don't yell at me!  Don't hang up on me!  I ain't puttin' up with that shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Miss Herculanim, MO (wherever the heck that is)...........BITE ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-945243805776286224?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/945243805776286224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=945243805776286224' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/945243805776286224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/945243805776286224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/09/mess-with-bullyou-get-horns.html' title='Mess with the Bull....You get the horns!!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMBUu6zuZVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JpqCaXxKAsM/s72-c/Bull+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-8092541883387351387</id><published>2008-09-02T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:44:23.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newspaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Here Ya Go....Jay Leno!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SL2rBGEGtAI/AAAAAAAAACU/r8LhVD_dgN0/s1600-h/Warren%2520Funeral%2520Home%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SL2rBGEGtAI/AAAAAAAAACU/r8LhVD_dgN0/s320/Warren%2520Funeral%2520Home%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241533576625173506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is REAL!!  Right close to home!!  I am still crackin' up!  Who in the world edits this NEWSPAPER!!  Warren Funeral Home has to be pitchin' a fit....or maybe not!  When I saw this, I just had to share.  I must go now to giggle, some more!!  Sheesh....ok....GIGGLE!!  I hope someone got a hard copy of this and sent it in.  I just happened to stumble across it last week, and since I have acquired "new skills" thought I would share with the rest of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FYI...Warren Funeral Home has been shut down while they are under investigation for not doing their job right.  A big mess....check out the Fulton Sun for more details)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-8092541883387351387?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/8092541883387351387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=8092541883387351387' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8092541883387351387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8092541883387351387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-ya-gojay-leno.html' title='Here Ya Go....Jay Leno!!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SL2rBGEGtAI/AAAAAAAAACU/r8LhVD_dgN0/s72-c/Warren%2520Funeral%2520Home%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-4576708508339251505</id><published>2008-09-02T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:38:58.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Can you BELIEVE IT!!  I got an award!! (UPDATE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SL2jFq_TEkI/AAAAAAAAACM/qBaOLhuHIsM/s1600-h/iloveyourblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SL2jFq_TEkI/AAAAAAAAACM/qBaOLhuHIsM/s320/iloveyourblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241524859163578946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPEEEE!!  My bloggy pal, &lt;a href="http://momsterme.blogspot.com"&gt;Momster&lt;/a&gt;, has tagged me and she thinks I am cool.  Ok, Ok, she likes the blog...haha!  If I was smart enough to figure out how to post this cute little award, I would.  I have requested my pal Momster to help me--Pathetic, aren't I!!  I am so lucky to have met this lady...be sure to check her out...she is also a teammate on our new blog &lt;a href="http://hotlikemeandyou.blogspot.com"&gt;Hot Like Me &amp; You&lt;/a&gt;!!  FUN FUN FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point (I ramble lots...sheesh!)There are rules in accepting this award. I have to answer the following questions with one word answers.  I know, I know...me and one word answers...a funny thought!  But I have accepted this challenge, and THEN...I must pass this award on to seven people. I will now complete the task at hand!  Have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Purse&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? Farmin'&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? Brunette&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? Millie&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? Stanley&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Family&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? wierd&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? contentment&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? work&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? reading&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? loss&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? content&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? home&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? satisfied&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items? Wii&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? Missouri&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? blogged&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? jeans&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? flat-screen&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? lots&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? slow&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? tired&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? Pacifica&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? watch&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? Randolph-Mercantile&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? SHORT&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? earth-tones&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? today&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my seven blogs to tag (this is where it gets difficult...since I am slow in responding, many of my bloggy pals are tagged &amp; I can't quite figure out how to get their blogs to post right....) I am taking a deep breath and gonna give it a shot.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://schmonseeslouisville.blogspot.com/"&gt;And Hania Makes Three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://retiredpartygirl.blogspot.com/ "&gt;Girls Gone Mild&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://blogs.coventrytelegraph.net/fromdawntillrusk/"&gt;From Dawn Till Rusk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/"&gt;Candid Carrie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://sleeplesssabra.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sleepless Sabra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://7-7-7heavensent.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heaven's Gift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I only have 6...but I am hoping my effort is what matters most.  I am still pretty new to this bloggy scene....but be sure to check out this new blog!  It is a group of us gals kickin' those extra pounds to the curb!!  So check it out...together we can all be &lt;a href="http://hotlikemeandyou.blogspot.com"&gt;Hot Like Me &amp; You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEE HAW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((HOLY MOTHER OF DIVINE THINGS!!  I GOT IT!!  I for real figured out the link thingy and the picture posting...BY MYSELF!!  I am feeling pretty saucy right now...I know it may not sound like a big deal, but no worries...because I figured it out!!  YIPEEEEEEE!  And all the links work and the pic is there!!  Have I mentioned that I LOVE LOVE Blogging....holy cow!  I will now stop singing and start my happy dance....go FarmGirl...GO GO....GO FarmGirl!!  YEE FREAKIN' HAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-4576708508339251505?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/4576708508339251505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=4576708508339251505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4576708508339251505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4576708508339251505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-you-believe-it-i-got-award.html' title='Can you BELIEVE IT!!  I got an award!! (UPDATE)'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SL2jFq_TEkI/AAAAAAAAACM/qBaOLhuHIsM/s72-c/iloveyourblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-944737893887778926</id><published>2008-08-26T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:27:49.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Dog 101</title><content type='html'>Well, what a beautiful weekend!  I know it is Tuesday...but so what!  Since when am I ever on time...unless it is for Friday Fiesto Foto Finish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was amazing.  We went down to one of the irrigation lakes and went fishing.  I was so excited because I was the only one catching anything.  My hubby and I have an "unspoken" rivalry when it comes to fishing.  I always lose, cuz I am by no means a pro, but last night...I was on FIRE!!  Mike caught, nothing, nada, ZILCHO!!  Poor Ky kept following me around, as soon as I'd catch a fish she'd ask ever so sweetly, "Mom, can I fish there now?"  I let her, of course, because that was like salt in Mike's wound, because it is usually HIM that she is trailing behind!  Anyway, enough about fishing, cuz that is only exciting for a few seconds, right!!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here are some photos I took last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is of the sun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;current=SunDog82508-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/SunDog82508-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sun and a phenomenon known to my farmer hubby as a "Sun Dog"  You can see a small glow in the left corner, mid-sky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;current=SunDog825082-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/SunDog825082-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is the close up of the "Sun Dog" only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;current=SunDog825083-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/SunDog825083-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that amazing.  My hubby is an "old school" farmer and we read the almanac and have the funky calendar with a bunch of jibberish that tells you when it's good to fish, when you should trim your trees....I've still been looking for the one that says when I am supposed to pick my nose...I am sure there is a "right time".  Anyway, a "Sun Dog" signals a weather change (for better or worse) will happen in 3 days.  The "Sun Dog" was last night, so a change of weather can be expected Wed/Thurs.  Interesting, eh?  My hubby and father-in-law are firm believers in this.  This is why I got a big kick out of fishing last night...the sign on the calendar showed a colored in fish--meaning good fishing.  And Mike didn't catch a SINGLE ONE!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a YEE HAW!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Folks, isn't my life SOOO exciting!  It's the little things...that's what I live for!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-944737893887778926?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/944737893887778926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=944737893887778926' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/944737893887778926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/944737893887778926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/08/sun-dog-101.html' title='Sun Dog 101'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-1035545919803053342</id><published>2008-08-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:00:01.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Fiesta Foto'/><title type='text'>Sweet Corn For Sale!!</title><content type='html'>This is my Friday Fiesta Foto Finish for this week. I have mentioned Candid Carrie before, but if you haven't checked her out, you need to.  It gives us all a great opportunity to share some of our favorite photos.  Her blog rocks.  I have a button on the right, so if you haven't go see her pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;current=corn0812-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/corn0812-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yes...another endearing pic of my little gal.  As many of you know, we have been corn selling fools for 2 weeks.  I always grumble about it (at least after the first few days, when the "this is neat" has worn off). Well, we are finally done.  Almost 2 full weeks of bustin' our butts, but we are finished.  This pic is of the last loader full of corn that we had.  We sold/delivered over 200 dozen ears of corn...all hand picked by US!  The only sad thing is that, I did not pick enough for me to freeze back for us.  But, at this point in the game, I don't give a rats about that!  We had so much fun though, tromping in the corn field and meeting so many great people at our produce stand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking me out today....now if I could just find someone selling corn!!  haha, oh, and YEE HAW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-1035545919803053342?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/1035545919803053342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=1035545919803053342' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/1035545919803053342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/1035545919803053342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-corn-for-sale_22.html' title='Sweet Corn For Sale!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-7539358980602268081</id><published>2008-08-21T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:19:42.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider Yourself Tagged</title><content type='html'>A big howdy do! A friend of mine has graciously tagged me for this.  Go check her UN-Spectacalar Things out: &lt;a href="http://whyislifeishellonearth.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-im-it-next-its-you.html#links"&gt;Plain and Simple, that&amp;#39;s me!: Tag I&amp;#39;m It - Next it&amp;#39;s YOU!#links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she has tagged me and now you all must endure more useless knowledge about myself. So here it goes....Six UN-Spectacular Things About Me . . . Here's the rules: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Link the person who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mention the rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 6 blogger's by linking them &amp; leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they have been tagged. &lt;em&gt;(ok, I am bending the rules...I just tagged all on my bloglist, and linked original tag...I am pooped out and lazy today!  If you do this, just don't forget to comment on their blogs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I recently, (last week, to be exact) fell in love with Stephanie Meyers "Twilight&lt;br /&gt; Series" (I've freakin' tried to link these books to this list, but I am still in the beginner stage and am too ignorant to figure this out...ahhhhhhhhh)Anyway, I become full fledged OCD and read the entire series in 8 days...keep in mind I work 40hours a week!  Now I am so bummed that there is not another book for me to obsess about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I went down one of those big "Air Slides" this past weekend...it was a blast!  We sprayed it down with armor al...ride of a lifetime!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I cannot stand peas...never have.  Even when I was a kid, mom says that I would find the peas in mixed veggies, and spit them out on the plate.  I can tolerate sugar snap peas, but that is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have eaten an entire medium pizza by myself before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I was a nanny in New York...and wish I still kept in touch with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I have insomnia...and take prescriptions for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I made it.  I know they are short and sweet...and I tend to ramble on &amp; on usually, but I am irked that I couldn't link pics of those books and I am off to go figure it out.  Yes, I know...OCD!  I can't help IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging all those in my blog roll....this exercise has exhausted my brain, but I can't bring myself to delete and move on...or even get all the links.  So this is my LAZY, FRUSTRATED version of a wonderful game that has left me feeling defeated.  Ahh...the work day is almost over...I need a drink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-7539358980602268081?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/7539358980602268081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=7539358980602268081' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/7539358980602268081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/7539358980602268081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-howdy-do-to-my-pal-at.html' title='Consider Yourself Tagged'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-5546856938534667035</id><published>2008-08-21T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:56:11.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w317.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/d65a7d6c.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;current=d65a7d6c.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-5546856938534667035?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/5546856938534667035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=5546856938534667035' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5546856938534667035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/5546856938534667035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of SCHOOL!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-6224790891800936720</id><published>2008-08-20T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:58:17.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Already?</title><content type='html'>Today was Ky’s 1st day back at school…. 5th grade, can you believe it?  Hard to imagine this is her last year in elementary.  She is playing with her trumpet now…. Dear Lord what was I thinking?? The poor dogs are all hiding, including Ladybug.  When I got home tonight, Mike and Ky met me at the door, each holding their instruments—they called themselves the .... Jazz Band.  It was funny, Mike tried playing his sax, and I tried the trumpet again…. it was pretty sad, really!!  I don’t think either one of us have any hope for joining a REAL band anytime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;current=WagnerBand-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/WagnerBand-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;current=WagnerBand6-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/WagnerBand6-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;current=WagnerBand5-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/WagnerBand5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Paris tonight…had to make a delivery for work, and then we went out to eat at the only restaurant in town, “Jonesy’s Diner”.  It was a neat place.  Nothing fancy.  The old time bar w/ stools are still in the middle of the dining area w/ old wooden booths for additional dining.  All kinds of junk, old and new, on the walls…the best part was that the kitchen was in true diner fashion—open for all to see.  Ky was intrigued with the old-time milk shakes.  She had strawberry, chocolate for me, and Mike had homemade coconut cream pie.  We all were in heaven.  When we were finished, Ky and I broke out singing a Beatles song together—it was on the radio.  Our waitress and cook got a kick out of Ky knowing that song!  Yes, I am one of “those” mothers!  I make Ky listen to real, TRUE music…I have to make up for the Jonas Brothers somehow!  UGH!  This must be how my parents felt when I would go ga-ga over New Kids in the 80’s.  Boy was I pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must pause as Ky has entered the room with her beautiful trumpet.  I will listen and do my best to ooh and ahh at all the right times…. in between the serenity prayer, of course….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        (Ky begins playing the trumpet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;current=WagnerBand4-1-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/WagnerBand4-1-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(My brain…who am I kidding…my entire BEING, with a twist of Motherly love,  responding to the beautiful music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok…a sick dog has climbed into this trumpet and is dying a slow and painful death.  An entire school year of wearing earplugs has now become my destiny!!  Excuse me while I listen…enthusiastically, of course!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the house is now quiet again…the little trumpeter has gone to bed.  I have never been so relieved to “strictly” enforce bedtime.  And to think…she didn’t even have band class today.  I know. I know.  Don’t tell me, the best is yet to come?  Thanks for the cliché, but I don’t need to hear that…literally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-6224790891800936720?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/6224790891800936720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=6224790891800936720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6224790891800936720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6224790891800936720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-already.html' title='School Already?'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-3597848554510004722</id><published>2008-08-14T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:43:55.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me...Attention PLEASE!!</title><content type='html'>Alrighty everyone....no time like the present!  I have a bloggy pal that is doing amazing things....and she is bustin' her lil' hiney to raise money for CANCER SUCKS!!  I think this title is very well suited, don't ya think.  My dad is a cancer survivor and my pal Polly just got her 5 year clean bill of health...a survivor of breast cancer!  I can't tell you how terrified I am of cancer, as it claimed the life of my husband's mom in 1999.  This woman is running in a marathon (currently training) for Team in Training in January &amp; to raise money, she is making a cookbook.  She has been nursing 2 stress fractures, on crutches, wheelchair and now back at it.  She is also asking for stories about our loved ones who have faced "Cancer" head on.  So far, she has not had anywone respond to her request...so I am asking all of you wonderful people....let's help her out!  She is a hard workin' lady who faces many challenges, yet doesn't complain...she faces it head on, determined to make a difference.  She is one to be admired by all...so please, run over to her site or even send these to my email, wagner31332@yahoo.com Together we can show her that we can all unite and make this a successful event...for all of us!  Here is the link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whyislifeishellonearth.blogspot.com/2008/08/urget-urgent-urgent.html#links"&gt;Plain and Simple, that&amp;#39;s me!: URGET URGENT URGENT!!!!!!#links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thank yous!  I am amazed by this woman's pure heart and determination.  So thanks for the "attention"...you are now excused to make a difference to!!  Oh, and YEE HAW!!  (didn't think I could fit this in, did ya? HA I am a farmgirl afterall!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-3597848554510004722?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/3597848554510004722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=3597848554510004722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3597848554510004722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/3597848554510004722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/08/excuse-meattention-please.html' title='Excuse me...Attention PLEASE!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-7517309352728906451</id><published>2008-08-14T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:37:04.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Foto Finish #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ok, so I know that it isn't Friday, but this week has been crazy and I wanted to get this done while a had a chance.  Yes, I am planning ahead!  Hard to believe, I know, so mark it on your trusty calendar now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/4H%202008/?action=view&amp;current=P1010509-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/4H%202008/P1010509-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of Miss Haley.  She is a daughter of a friend of mine...and I just happened to snap this just in time!  Notice her crooked hat and her melting-oh-so-fast icecream cone!  Again, this was out at our county 4H Fair...what a great photo op the fair turned out to be this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-7517309352728906451?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/7517309352728906451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=7517309352728906451' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/7517309352728906451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/7517309352728906451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-foto-finish-2.html' title='Friday Foto Finish #2'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/4H%202008/th_P1010509-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-4267621575486707290</id><published>2008-08-10T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:10:04.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yee HAW!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I only had a few minutes to check on my 2nd child...my blog!  And much to my suprise...I have been listed as "saucy" on my dear SITS blog page!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEE HAW!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I am so excited!  I have loved reading everyone's comments and will be checking you all out soon!  We have been busy on our farm...the darn sweet corn in FINALLY ready!  We have been pickin' our little hearts out and selling it like crazy!  I know I work outside the home and all, but sheesh!  I bust my hiney when I get home....farmin' is tough work, but good golly...SOO rewarding!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a great gal during my Quirky Facts I posted the other day...she is hilarious!  Check her out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://7-7-7heavensent.blogspot.com/2008/08/share-13-of-your-fun-and-quirky-facts-i.html"&gt;Heaven&amp;#39;s Gift: Share 13 of your Fun and Quirky Facts. I Dare Ya!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for the saucy blog shout out on SITS...I am not feeling so saucy right now, just hot and sweaty (ugh).  Well, hubby is knocking on the window...time to take more corn in to town!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEE HAW!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-4267621575486707290?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/4267621575486707290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=4267621575486707290' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4267621575486707290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4267621575486707290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/08/sooooo-excited.html' title='Yee HAW!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-4417267154691280166</id><published>2008-08-08T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:10:42.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fiesta Foto Finish</title><content type='html'>Today's featured SITS bloggy friend is Carrie. You can find her at &lt;a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is loads of fun and does this great Friday Foto thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I too am going to join the fun and post my current most favorite photo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;current=P1010474-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/P1010474-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this photo because Ky has really fallen in love with her baby "boys". You can't tell, but she is in her PJ's. We had worked the cattle that evening and we sent her in to shower--get ready for bed. Well, she was speedy this night and came back out so she could tell them good night. If you look, she has on her camo gum boots on too! This photo sums up my summer thus far...blessed. It's been spectacular, (except the rain, of course)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to play along, post your fav foto today with a short description as to why. Leave me a comment with a link to your blog and I will add a link to your blog in mine! A fun way to end the work week! Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-4417267154691280166?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/4417267154691280166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=4417267154691280166' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4417267154691280166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4417267154691280166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-fiesta-foto-finish.html' title='Friday Fiesta Foto Finish'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-2289811227228234416</id><published>2008-08-07T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:10:38.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Fun and Quirky Facts about ME!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I was reading my fellow SITS feature today (yes, I am a day behind...duh!) Anyway, she was tagged by another blogger to complete this little survey.  Go see, Burried with Children at &lt;a href="http://mimitchells.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mimitchells.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; .  She is a lady after my own heart!!  If you decide to do this, leave a link in my comments so that I can take a look as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So drum roll please.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I must have my underwear folded in a certain way.  You must fold each side into the middle, then fold up center to waistband and tuck.  My household has finally learned to let mom fold the undies...it drives me crazy folded any other way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  June bugs freak me out!  The way they fly into your hair, pelt your forhead...they are just plain nasty!  And crunchy!!  I can't stand it when we are outside and they "gather" around the garage door light, then fall to the floor after headbutting the light bulb, only to be crunched under your flip flops!   Gag!!  Nasty, worthless bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love LOVE Neil Diamond!  He is a musical genious!  I recorded the American Idol with him on it so that I can listen to him....I have a girlfriend that shares my passion who I MUST call everytime I hear him on the radio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I must drink a Coke every day...just one.  I love this stuff, even though I know it is bad for me!  And Pepsi just doesn't cut it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  One of my most favorite stores to go to is Randolph Mercantile, in Moberly, MO.  I can just roam in there for great lengths of time.  It is a home decor store that mixes antiques &amp;amp; reproductions flawlessly with a hint of shabby chic flav with a dash of primitive.  Christmas is the best time to go.  She has this awesome old time sleigh out in the front of her store with real Christmas Trees piled in.  Ahhh....I think it is time to take a little road trip.  Last time my pal Angie and I went, we had to make 2 trips b/c it would not fit all at once.  So we drove 40 minutes home, unloaded, and drove back.  The place is addicting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Along with #5, I adore flea markets.  We (hubby, Ky &amp;amp; I) will make a scavenger hunt list of things to find.  We'll leave mid morning and travel wherever the road takes us, stopping at all the flea markets on the way.  We have great fun!  There is usually points assigned for each thing, but somehow the points never matter!  Ky found this great jar w/ marbles in it, then shooters for each of us further down the road.  We just love playing marbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I am addicted to reading.  By addicted, I mean...can't stop once I start.  My husband always groans when I purchase a new Jodi Picoult or James Patterson...cuz I will read until 4 am if I have to.  I always tell myself that I will "read to the next chapter" but that never happens.  I am a very fast reader.  I read JK Rowling's last installment of Harry Potter in 3 days.  I just have such a hard time putting it down b/c I want to know what happens! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I love playing scramble on facebook.  Ridiculous, I know...but I like to see if I can beat my best score.  I have sadly only made it into the top 10 one time!!  So sad....isn't it!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  This number just so happens to be the best number of all time.  Love this number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  My new favorite color is orange...don't ask why...it just is.  I don't want to paint any rooms orange (at least not yet!!), I just like to wear the color.  I noticed this when I cleaned my closet out last week...I have lots of orange.  My pal Ang used to make fun of me b/c I always had black or brown, so I try to pay close attention...I don't wanna be a drab bag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I am really sad that Warrick will no longer be on CSI...all the good people are leaving.  I am trying not to panic, but even Gil is leaving! YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I am super angry at KRCG--Channel 13 (our CBS provider)  Since they are demanding a 130 % increase for DISH Network to re-broadcast their signal, I am missing out on David Letterman and the news--the other channels only have idiots working for them...the news has been quite painful lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Mint choco chip icecream...yum yum!!  Wish I was close to a Baskin Robbins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now you try!  I can't wait to see what you all have to say!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-2289811227228234416?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/2289811227228234416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=2289811227228234416' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/2289811227228234416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/2289811227228234416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/08/13-fun-and-quirky-facts-about-me.html' title='13 Fun and Quirky Facts about ME!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-8617030024105200393</id><published>2008-08-05T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:28:14.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick a fork in me...I AM DONE!</title><content type='html'>Holy shiesters.......it is freakin' HOT!!  And of course, this past weekend was our summer celebration where another family and us decided to venture to Six Flags...the Zoo....outside stuff, no biggie, right.....WRONG!  Freakin' ass hot.....I bet I lost 6 lbs just from sweating.  Thank goodness for Hurricane Harbor at Six Flags....because I was a hot momma ready to STRIKE!!  I felt like one of those vipers cooped up at the zoo...just waiting to wig out.  When we finally got in the "bath house", Ky looked at me and said, "Mom, I can't get my swimsuit up!"  She was on the verge of a panic attack!  I mean really, Six Flags, no airconditioning?  Gimme a flippin' break!  It was 103 degrees, not including heat index and no AC???  Are they idiots??  Finally got Ky's suit on her, then it was momma's turn....and boy howdy....I had to use my imagination and a little bit of chanting to get my suit on.....I was pretending I was in Alaska and chanting " c'mom MFr!!"  Quietly of course, because of little ears...and Ky likes to "cash" in on my potty mouth--yes we have a curse jar, yet for some reason, Mike never pays.  Anyway...finally made it into the suit and out of hell...I mean, the bath house.....what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now Kelly will probly kill me, but this was the funniest thing ever...we left Six Flags and their hell house behind to check into our hotel downtown..the Hyatt.  We pull up, exhausted and nearly in tears b/c we all just wanted a shower and AC, so we open the back of the van and **SPLAT**!!!! A cooler dumps out onto the busy street, in front of the nice hotel and our beer, soda, water....and Kelly's bra fall out!  I about pee'd my pants.....we were still in our swimsuits w/ towels around us, checking into this 5 star hotel, chasing beverages down the street.  I know the clerk that checked us in was thinking "what the hell?", but oh well....what the clerk experienced is nothing compared to what the valet &amp;amp; bell boy did--loading our 6 coolers, suitcases and kid junk on a cart.  They earned their tip, that is for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I survived our hot weekend get away with lots of laughs (the best way).  Now if I can just survive the rest of this heat wave...sheesh!  Oh, and rain...we are getting more rain!  Can you believe that crap!  Whoever is doing this rain dance thing...I will find you and hunt you down, so PLEASE STOP!  Just kidding.....or am I??  Toodles til Later.........H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-8617030024105200393?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/8617030024105200393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=8617030024105200393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8617030024105200393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8617030024105200393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/08/stick-fork-in-mei-am-done.html' title='Stick a fork in me...I AM DONE!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-8026589437258244766</id><published>2008-07-31T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:39:08.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4H Fair Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w317.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/4H 2008/6d167805.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i317.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=114" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/4H%202008/?action=view&amp;current=6d167805.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-8026589437258244766?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/8026589437258244766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=8026589437258244766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8026589437258244766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8026589437258244766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/4h-fair-friends.html' title='4H Fair Friends'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-8743980589123778613</id><published>2008-07-31T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:37:05.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We survived...the 4H Fair!!</title><content type='html'>Well, as I mentioned earlier, the 4H fair was last week.  And what a treat it was!  Hard work, no doubt and a little warm, but hey, no harm in a little sweat, right?  We started off the fair Friday night, July 18th, with entering exhibits in the hall.  Crazy!!  I left my "fair bible" (the fair book) at home and had to mooch off of fellow Merry Martins....they are so great!  So we completed the forms needed and were waiting to be called for Ky to meet with judges when this short smart ass woman from another club was getting all cranky with our kids....long story short, all clubs have a sign in time, ours was at 4.  She was "cheating" and trying to register her kids stuff when our club was....so whoever you are lady, take a happy pill and relax!  Sheesh!!  It really amazes me how parents act, sometimes more immature than their kids!  Ky ended up getting all blue ribbons on her exhibits (4) and a blue on her ham!!  YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the beef show...what we have been busting our butts for weeks on.  We got up at the butt-crack-of-dawn...shoot, not even dawn....did you know that it is still dark at 4:30 am??  Anyway, we showed up to the fairgrounds at a little before 7, and tried to get settled.  Well low and behold, Mid-MO 4H group is special...why, I am not for sure.  But they had a whole side of the barn "reserved" with a big ole' banner stating their lovely name going across.  They must have done it the night before, because, guess what!  They were no where to be seen!  Most of them didn't show up until mid morning....hmmmmmmmm, interesting.Thought it was a first come first serve, but nope....I guess MidMO Club has some clout somewhere.  Whatever.....so the beef show went great...a little disappointed that since there were not any entries for grooming or showmanship for Ky's age, she got bumped an age group, but she did a great job and learned a lot.  That little Montgomery girl is so sweet...and kicks butt at grooming!  Ky ended up taking Grand Champion for the Bucket Calf class...she was excited and will tell you that the beef show was her favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same night the dog show took place at 7pm.  Poor Ky was beat!  She had busted her butt all day keeping her stalls cleaned and fresh water for calves, but she headed off to the next event without even complaining.  Ladybug (Ky's long haired Daschund)was a little "hot", to say the least...and did not do so good in the first event.  I must say the rude ass lady in front of me almost had the privledge of wearing my gatorade because of her thoughtless comments...when Ky walked up, she said, "Well great...the girl that wins everything.  Who told her she could be here?"  I ignored her, the good, rational parent that I am (HA!) and watched the show....the hateful woman's kid won that class and smirked, saying "showed her!"  (again, I kept quiet...what's up with that??)Ky was pooped, and while waiting for the next class, fell off a brick pilar and scraped under her arm.  I ran down to her and she said, "Mommy, I am just so tired" but I let her know that we finish what we start and to just try her best.  When I got back up on the bleachers, hateful hoochie looked at me.  I told her as sweet as could be, "what a great sport she is!" and took my seat behind her.  The old bag moved!  Ky ended up taking Grand Champion in obedience...but more than that, she learned to never give up &amp;amp; to have fun!  The obstacle course was the funniest....Ladybug went under the hurdles, around the hool-a-hoop and did not want to move!  We were all laughing and kept yelling at Ky..."keep going!" When they finally made it to the end, everyone, except the hateful hoochie, clapped and hooted for her!  It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to end my tale here and continue later.  But one comment I want to make about our 4H Club...these people are amazing.  They came out to support their fellow Merry Martins in the different events, even if they themselves were not participating.  Ky had a long day and was getting discouraged after she fell and got hurt.  But they rallied--parents &amp;amp; kids...came over to watch Ky....Mae F, Noel &amp;amp; Becky S + Steven, Vicki D &amp;amp; Morgan, Megan G, Kerri D,  and others came by too.  It just amazes me how people took time out of their busy day to show their support.  Sometimes that is all someone needs to lift their spirits...people that believe in them.  That Saturday was a wonderful day....we had tears and lots of sweat, but we as a family learned that it truly is the little things that make a difference....we just need to stop and appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-8743980589123778613?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/8743980589123778613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=8743980589123778613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8743980589123778613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8743980589123778613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-survivedthe-4h-fair.html' title='We survived...the 4H Fair!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-7483967738016308028</id><published>2008-07-29T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:34:10.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is SO not my Friend!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, a few moments are left...the phones are quiet and I have a week of stuff I want to share!  I cannot believe that it is Tuesday and I am so unprepared.  I am still uploading pics to photobucket, which is slow today,and trying to catch up on work.  But I want to share so much!!  AHHH!!  4:30 and my hubby and kid wanna go check out Mark Twain Lake tonite..."we'll be ready at 5" he said.  Sheesh....so here's the low down and will post more later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**4H Fair July 18-23  A blast...I love the fair, except my hubby is limping around b/c he fractured his foot....clutz!&lt;br /&gt;**Played Bunco for the first time...OMG, too much fun!  Especially the story telling....what a blast!&lt;br /&gt;**Rain, Rain and more rain!!  Mark Twain Lake has surpassed flood of 1993 stages.  Dam can't hold more than 640 ft and that happened today at 12!!  check this link for pics!!  &lt;a href="http://www.southforkresort.net/"&gt;www.southforkresort.net&lt;/a&gt;  In the body of the 1st page, there is link for lake pics...check out pics from this past Sun/Mon....not good at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;**And I am officially late!  I gotta go folks, but check the link and details of other stuff will follow!  Take care...and whoever keeps doing the rain dance, can you pretty please stop!!  NOT funny anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-7483967738016308028?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/7483967738016308028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=7483967738016308028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/7483967738016308028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/7483967738016308028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-is-so-not-my-friend.html' title='Time is SO not my Friend!!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-8654874621352597400</id><published>2008-07-17T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:26:09.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proof of Nana's Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w317.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/0c7ed5e9.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i317.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=111" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;current=0c7ed5e9.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-8654874621352597400?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/8654874621352597400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=8654874621352597400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8654874621352597400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8654874621352597400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/proof-of-nana-ride.html' title='The Proof of Nana&amp;#39;s Ride'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-4130295605980020248</id><published>2008-07-17T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:28:47.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Would've Thunk It?</title><content type='html'>Many of you know my mom--a proper lady that knows what she wants out of life...independent &amp;amp; hard working. Many see my mom as prim...maybe even a little uptight, but it's an act folks....a beautiful show that she has perfected over the years. We all know that she &amp;amp; I have had our quables in the past, but as mother hood paid me a long-term visit about 10 years ago, she's really not that bad. "What?!" some of you may think.....Heather is not only praising her mom, but BLOGGING about it? Well, we only have one mom in this world and I think mine is pretty awesome....and she continues to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime example, Ma &amp;amp; Pa (I don't really call them that, I just wanted to feel like Little House on the Prairie for a brief moment) Anyway, my parents came out yesterday morning to help with these goofy bulls we are trying to get ready for fair. Dad brought out some paint to touch up the grooming shoot and mom came along for the ride. Ky &amp;amp; I had to go to Bowling Green to the Feed Store there (told you Mike would make me go on errands!!) and when we got back....I don't know if it was the fresh cow-poo scented air or what....but my mother got CRAZY!! Not only did she agree to get ON a 4wheeler, but the Wild Southern Belle herself drove the dang thing...and I have proof! Didn't believe me did you....I was in shock! Now it did take about 5 minutes to explain to her that this was an automatic, so there was no clutch.....but then ZOOM!! She was off! I was in such shock I stood there motionless....she really did it!! She was driving....but not just any driving, no siree!!! She was hootin' &amp;amp; hollerin" like a wild banshee, laughing and speeding around the farm!! She went on a heck of a joy ride! They zipped around the barn before I knew it and I ran out into the field to catch the woman in action....she was too fast for me....all I could get were these "still" shots. What a riot it was! This woman, my mother, who had never driven a 4wheeler in her life....continues to amaze me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about taking chances, trying new things and hooting as loud as you can every now and then. Life...it's yours, so why not enjoy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-4130295605980020248?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/4130295605980020248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=4130295605980020248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4130295605980020248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4130295605980020248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-wouldve-thunk-it.html' title='Who Would&apos;ve Thunk It?'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-6543660770361620497</id><published>2008-07-17T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:35:54.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Bull...getting ready for 4H 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w317.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/a9bb59d7.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i317.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;current=a9bb59d7.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-6543660770361620497?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/6543660770361620497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=6543660770361620497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6543660770361620497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6543660770361620497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-bullgetting-ready-for-4h-2008_17.html' title='No Bull...getting ready for 4H 2008'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-1844936811031967511</id><published>2008-07-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:47:05.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out for the day...</title><content type='html'>Today is a glorious day....don't have to juggle as many hats around today. Oh yes...the working mom is off today. Now keep in mind that a day off usually generates more work, because I typically push many things off til' later....like laundry, dusting, and in my case, even grocery shopping. I woke up this morning to find I was out of milk, bread, cereal and fruit! What kind of mother am I? Where did my Friday night grocery shopping excursion at Wal-Mart go? Oh wait, that's right...I am sure I was messing with those "steaks" in my backyard! Funny that I don't have a thing to eat in the house, but I have a nice Ribeye steak in my barn! Oh, the irony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am mom...we are picking up our ham, finalizing our 3 recipes for Ky's cooking exhibits, finishing up the rabbit nesting box, wash the dang bulls, grocery shop (momma is hungry!) and I noticed that my dear hubby used the last towel last night, so let's throw some laundry in. Somewhere in this mix, I am sure Mike will think I am his "hired farm hand" for the day and I will throw in a few trips to MFA, Sydenstricker's and where ever he thinks I have the time to go.....maybe I should go in to work???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh...I think I am a bit crabby....maybe I should just go to bed and start over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok....here it goes.................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hey all! I am out for the day! Enjoying Ky and my loving hubby! What a grand day this will be! I hope you all have a great day! Chat with you soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...that makes me nautious....if anyone really wakes up feeling like that...all chipper &amp;amp; happy...stay away until at least 3pm!!! Later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-1844936811031967511?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/1844936811031967511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=1844936811031967511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/1844936811031967511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/1844936811031967511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-for-day.html' title='Out for the day...'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-1595535825794847412</id><published>2008-07-15T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:24:01.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No BULL!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I like to think of myself as "prepared"--a gal who can roll with the punches. Let me tell you, getting ready for this year's 4H Fair is about to make me an even older woman! Last year was our first official year, and it was pretty smooth sailing, we had the rabbits ready, dog was primed...that was it. Well, the bigger the lifestock, the bigger the headache. I am typically a "town" girl (Mexico cannot be called a "city"...no way, no how) and I married a farmboy. I love the farm life....the freedom of the wide open spaces. I think I have adapted pretty well, I've always loved cooking and being outside. My idea, however, of large "lifestock" is my 80 lb Weimeraner dog. Our daughter begged us last year that she wanted to do the bucket calf class. They were so cute...yada yada yada...fine with me. I was excited. We got our 120lb "babies" the 2nd week of April and it was wonderful...bottlefeeding and lovin' on them, they were so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AngKyfeedingcalves42008-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Feeding baby bull calves" src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/AngKyfeedingcalves42008-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;amp;current=StormyThunder420083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/StormyThunder420083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, they are close to 350-400 lbs...and let me tell ya, they are a force to be reconed with. Oh, and by the way, they are BULLS...need I say more. We have been working these little hellions every morning and night for 2-3 hrs each time, and they are a mess!! When they were little, they would nudge you with their heads....I am here to say that the "nudge" has now become a full blown headbutt! I was sweating my big ole butt off wrastling them (no that is not a typo, because it was not wrestling...I wrAstled them, or rather they wrastled me). Now their goal is to see how far they can push me to my limit....they have taken to crapping in their fresh water. Now Missouri weather is not pleasant in July &amp;amp; I become slightly insane when I get overheated (or so I have been told! HA) So, picture my poor 10 year old girl's dismay last night when we haul the 2nd bull's water to only find the 1st one has crapped in his water! Long story short, I ended up with crap all over me, head to toe. I was sweaty, from cleaning out the dry crap from the stock trailer, and ended up with a fresh poo scented body spray. Who ever said cattle are a dumb animal, have not met my 2 masterminded bulls. Best of luck to Ky and her show on Saturday. May God bless us all!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(For all that are interested, fam &amp;amp; frens, I've posted the fair schedule link below!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://extension.missouri.edu/Audrain/PDF%20Files/2008%20Fair/2008%20Brochure.pdf"&gt;http://extension.missouri.edu/Audrain/PDF%20Files/2008%20Fair/2008%20Brochure.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-1595535825794847412?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/1595535825794847412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=1595535825794847412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/1595535825794847412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/1595535825794847412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-bull.html' title='No BULL!'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-7760829660758593664</id><published>2008-07-10T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:26:54.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w317.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/bdf6988b.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i317.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;current=bdf6988b.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-7760829660758593664?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/7760829660758593664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=7760829660758593664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/7760829660758593664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/7760829660758593664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends_10.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-4691643432001674909</id><published>2008-07-10T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:09:10.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My rambling.....blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>Well, the initial excitement of starting my own blog is still all I can think about. I have checked other blogs out and am amazed at what others are doing. I thought I was doing good...added a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slide show&lt;/span&gt; and finally got the stat counter uploaded. Who knew all this info was out there? I have been slacking in my online studies because I have been too preoccupied in playing around on blogs. The information available out there is almost too overwhelming! I have been trying to "squeeze" in time for my new knowledge around work, but have found that all I can concentrate on is checking out all this new stuff...a door has been opened to a very large world. Many people know that I am generally a simple person...."ignorance is bliss" attitude on many things (only because I don't want to waste precious time on negative things--frustration, anger, etc) ANYWAY, (as I continue to blabber about nothing at all....) I have found that my ignorance with technology is not bliss...how did all of this "stuff" get created and perfected in such a short time? It is really mind boggling...but I digress. Let's change the subject before I get lost in my own thoughts.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a pretty interesting night. The 4H fair kicks off next week, so our procrastination has been knocking on our door the past few days. We have two bucket bull calves (my hubby STILL has not had the vet come "fix" them..."the poor fellas" my hubby says each time I ask about it) so they were a bit rowdy last night when we were leading them around. Stormy, who is usually the biggest pain, was for the first time a good little boy. Thunder, on the other hand, was a pain in the hiney! He kept bulling up and head butting Mike in his backside, making Mike fall a few times. I took him once and I currently am wearing a large black bruise on my outer thigh. Those "little" boys are pushing at least 350lbs!! It was just few months ago we picked them up and put them in the trailer!! I seriously am reconsidering their names...TBone &amp;amp; Ribeye are sounding pretty good! Kidding of course, sheesh! We can't even handle the idea of getting them fixed, for Pete's sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough rambling for now. I must attempt at being productive today and go to work. Have a blessed Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-4691643432001674909?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/4691643432001674909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=4691643432001674909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4691643432001674909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/4691643432001674909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-ramblingblah-blah-blah.html' title='My rambling.....blah blah blah'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-8342626439157509351</id><published>2008-07-09T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:53:17.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Preparation for the Farmer's Market</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, nothing exciting to report today. It is Wednesday---Hump Day, and the only thing about today that has been enjoyable so far is my fountain Coca-Cola this morning. It is currently noon, which is when I usually enjoy the flashback lunch hour with Bex...but I am going to break routine and skip it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain is getting old, isn't it? I was watching the news last night and it is amazing that we here in the Midwest are so wet and California is fighting fires because it is so dry. There just does not seem to be a happy medium anywhere. We had another 3 inches of rain out at our farm...water everywhere. I have finally given up hope for my little garden...so I will be now be one of those crazy ladies standing behind the "starting line" at our local farmers market anxiously waiting for good ole' Sue Caine to blow that whistle! I mean, she BLOWS it too...all authoritative. It used to crack me up, but I will have to pay attention to her body language so that I may get a head start on those other biddies. They are brutal!! Have you ever been to the market at 8am when the whistle blows to "start shopping"? It is an old woman rat race....a few years ago I swear I was attacked! They are ruthless...I must find my steel toed boots before I even TRY to go this Saturday. The canes are what you have to watch out for...OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!! And if anyone has any extra squash or zucchini....let me know!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-8342626439157509351?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/8342626439157509351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=8342626439157509351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8342626439157509351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/8342626439157509351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/mental-preparation-for-farmers-market.html' title='Mental Preparation for the Farmer&apos;s Market'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-95407154364131454</id><published>2008-07-08T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:22:32.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Juice 101</title><content type='html'>It was a day of survival of the fittest.  Humanity vs Monkey Juice.  Isn't it funny how one will have the best of intentions, yet that's not what really happens? That was me on this 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;     Intentions: Parade &amp;amp; BBQ in Laddonia, then head home around 2ish&lt;br /&gt;     Outcome: Monkey Juice (courtesy of Mitchell ) and drama for this mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in Laddonia, Missouri can one create their own drunken parade of fun times. Cruisin' the ever-so-populated streets via a 1950 John Deere Model A tractor pulling a wagon of straw,monkey juice &amp;amp; "local color"...who knew that a simple trip to a fish fry (I love spoonbill...mmm mmm good) would lead to a memorable day for all. I sure as heck didn't, nor did any townspeople in the area! What a good time we all had.....heck, even the mayor's wife hopped on for a tour of the town. Then there was the drama from Mr. Mike Williams himself....of course my mouth had NOTHING to do with it, despite what my husband may say.  I felt like Rodney King..."can't we all just get along?" But of course, whenever alcohol is involved, someone gets a little out of hand. It was a bittersweet ending to a fantastic day.....a memory (yes I remember, thank you very MUCH!) that will always be blamed on the Monkey Juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember folks, if Mitchell Montague is handing out drinks from a 5 gallon orange cooler...it is MONKEY JUICE....and be afraid, VERY afraid!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-95407154364131454?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/95407154364131454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=95407154364131454' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/95407154364131454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/95407154364131454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/monkey-juice-101.html' title='Monkey Juice 101'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-6653831680885085209</id><published>2008-07-03T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:44:02.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 3, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, I am a fairly intelligent woman, but there is alot that I didn't realize I did not know. I truly am a beginner, trying to self teach myself in this vast world of modern over-my-head technology. Who knew that adding a stat counter would stump me....or that I would have to look up "how to get your URL"...which made me feel really ignorant, because the answer was so simple---DUH!! But I made it through my first day ok, and am still plugging away today. So a big kudo to all that have journeyed down this same path...there is a finish line, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a storm we had last night....we had water everywhere...can't remember the last time it was like that. My hubby &amp;amp; I were outside trying to get things inside (the storm came fast w/o any warning) and the temperature raised about 15-20 degrees and the wind....we could barely get back to the house. I was really scared....it felt like I had just opened the oven door.....the temp changed like a slap in the face. We got inside and calmed the wild child down, turned on the radio...nada....."rain passing through the area"! Idiots...sometimes the weatherman just needs to step outside of his little building and REALLY assess the problem. GET A CLUE!! The wind was so hard that it picked up our cement secured swing and threw it up against the pool, breaking, not just bending, breaking the arms on the swing where my husband welded it a few years ago. That swing has been through a tornado and never did that. Did the same thing to my father-in-laws swing 1/2 mile down the road. It was just &lt;strong&gt;rain&lt;/strong&gt; passing through...or so the local expert said. Idiots....paid idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1010430.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm393/farm31332/P1010430.jpg" border="0" alt="Flooded...again" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-6653831680885085209?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/6653831680885085209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=6653831680885085209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6653831680885085209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/6653831680885085209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-3-2008.html' title='July 3, 2008'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922866960240858600.post-1644876951055294737</id><published>2008-07-02T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:25:26.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, here it goes, my first blogging entry.  I've been wondering what all the hype is, and now I will find out.  Seems simple enough, but I always seem to make things a little more complicated.  Let me start with a little about myself.....I am a farmer's wife and mother of one.  I live smack dab in middle america on our 5th generation farm.  I work outside the farm, my "day job", for a medical supply company.  Insurance sure is a pain in the butt...sheesh.  I feel my life has come full circle and am pleased w/ how things turned out. I used to sit and dream of how my life would turn out....be a teacher, marry some rich, dark and handsome fellow.  But who needs a fairytale, I live on a beautiful farm, have a blond blue eyed farm boy (who really is corn fed, by the way) and a great daughter.  My employers are fantastic and "get" the family is first cliche.  So, yeah for me...and I promise I will write something interesting sometime soon.  I am anxious to hit the post button for now, so simple simple simple today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922866960240858600-1644876951055294737?l=farm31332.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/feeds/1644876951055294737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922866960240858600&amp;postID=1644876951055294737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/1644876951055294737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922866960240858600/posts/default/1644876951055294737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-2-2008.html' title='July 2, 2008'/><author><name>FarmGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16545505314011749174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KrysewjHMUc/SMAB1CGau4I/AAAAAAAAADA/oSHu1eb4G5o/S220/FarmGirl_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
