I think the hubster is about to arrive so we can go on a little adult weekend to Silver Dollar City!!! My favorite place in the world! Hubster needs a little fun! I fed, hayed, watered, cleaned all the animals so we could blast off as soon as he gets home.
Just wanted to tell you we have so many plans coming up! My mother, daughter, sister and me are going to see Martina McBride & Trace Adkins next Friday. WooHoo! Second week of December, I am having our sorority at our house which I am really excited about. Only family have ever seen all our Christmas decorations, so having someone else seeing the tree is really fun!! Then we have a handful of Christmas programs with the grands. Then Christmas! In January, hubster and I will see Brad Paisley! WooHoo! I am just so excited about Christmas. We will do a little Christmas shopping in SDC so another WOOOOO HOOOOOOO! Hey Susie you up for a visit? ...farm living is the life for me!!!!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Thankfully, I am thankful.
I have talked to people that have become estranged or alienated from the ones they love. Thankfully, my mother, our son and daughter and their children were at our Thanksgiving table.
I feel the pain of families coping with cancer. Thankfully, we are not.
I see the homeless on television struggling to stay warm in a cardboard box. Thankfully, all of my family has a home and a warm bed to sleep in.
Many people had to get their meal from someone else's kitchen because they couldn't afford the luxury of such a big meal. Thankfully, I am able to prepare our feast in my own kitchen.
Many areas of the country are blanketed with snow, or dripping with rain. Thankfully, we had a beautiful sunny day.
Nurses in hospitals around the country are working on Thanksgiving day. Thankfully, I have the day off.
Thankfully we live in a country where we can choose our job, religion, political affiliation, how many children we want, and our leader. Please think of the military families that sacrifice so we can continue to be thankful. ...farm living is the life for me.
I have talked to people that have become estranged or alienated from the ones they love. Thankfully, my mother, our son and daughter and their children were at our Thanksgiving table.
I feel the pain of families coping with cancer. Thankfully, we are not.
I see the homeless on television struggling to stay warm in a cardboard box. Thankfully, all of my family has a home and a warm bed to sleep in.
Many people had to get their meal from someone else's kitchen because they couldn't afford the luxury of such a big meal. Thankfully, I am able to prepare our feast in my own kitchen.
Many areas of the country are blanketed with snow, or dripping with rain. Thankfully, we had a beautiful sunny day.
Nurses in hospitals around the country are working on Thanksgiving day. Thankfully, I have the day off.
Thankfully we live in a country where we can choose our job, religion, political affiliation, how many children we want, and our leader. Please think of the military families that sacrifice so we can continue to be thankful. ...farm living is the life for me.
Hurry up Spring!
Aaaah. This picture brings fun summer activities. Wienie roasts, cooking out on the grill. Shorts, flip-flops. Swimming. Flies, sunburns, sweat, mowing. Okay there are some nice things about winter. I can wear big buky clothes because I'm trying to be warm (not just to disguise the bulges). I just don't like snow, ice, wind-chill factors. Do you notice that commercials on TV change in winter? They sell cars in winter scenes, advertise warm drinks or cold drinks from snow skis? But I guess it makes me appreciate spring all the more. AAAH Spring! Hurry up and get here!
...farm living is the life for me. Sanetha.
Just a few random thoughts on a Saturday night.
I am sitting up tonight trying to drag the contents of a really cool brochure for our alpaca farm, out of my brain. Here's a few:
-Polly wanna 'Paca? (Truly dumb)
-LOOKHEREATTHIS2007MODELLOWMILEAGEONEOWNER!
-Happiness is owning an Alpaca. (Happiness is really SELLING an alpaca!)
-We have some HUMMM-dinger nice alpacas!
Yeah, I know! I know! I should just stick to listening to them.
The alpacas had visitors this morning! After we haltered them (the alpacas, not the visitors)they stood in a little group discussing amongst themselves. "Are we going somewhere? Who's going? Why are we going? How will we be going?" Then Amanda with her pretty white coat walked up to me and said "YOU SOLD US! DIDN'T YOU?"
The visitors walked around the paddock with some of the 'pacas. They got to feel their soft fleece. Joy actually lived up to her name and let a seven-year old walk her around the paddock! It is getting a little cold here in Kansas. We got chilled and came in the house. We showed our visitors all the lovely things that can be made from alpaca fleece. We looked at alpaca socks, scarves, hats, gloves. Talked about care, feeding, shearing and the few needs that alpacas have. It was a good visit. We met a new friend.
Our chickens have taken a few weeks off. I got them the fancy scratch grains that they like, but they still aren't laying. They say "it is too beautiful of a day to stay inside sitting on a nest!" I say it's a beautiful day for fried chicken. We'll see if the pep talk helps.
Yesterday I finally finished the book WICKED. It was full of difficult to read names, symbolism, odd ball words I had never heard. I saw the musical. I watched "The Wizard of Oz". I am thoroughly enlightened on the plight of the Wicked Witch of the West. It's time for a nice light Harlequin Romance.
Now about that brochure??? ...farm living is the life for me. Sanetha.
-Polly wanna 'Paca? (Truly dumb)
-LOOKHEREATTHIS2007MODELLOWMILEAGEONEOWNER!
-Happiness is owning an Alpaca. (Happiness is really SELLING an alpaca!)
-We have some HUMMM-dinger nice alpacas!
Yeah, I know! I know! I should just stick to listening to them.
The alpacas had visitors this morning! After we haltered them (the alpacas, not the visitors)they stood in a little group discussing amongst themselves. "Are we going somewhere? Who's going? Why are we going? How will we be going?" Then Amanda with her pretty white coat walked up to me and said "YOU SOLD US! DIDN'T YOU?"
The visitors walked around the paddock with some of the 'pacas. They got to feel their soft fleece. Joy actually lived up to her name and let a seven-year old walk her around the paddock! It is getting a little cold here in Kansas. We got chilled and came in the house. We showed our visitors all the lovely things that can be made from alpaca fleece. We looked at alpaca socks, scarves, hats, gloves. Talked about care, feeding, shearing and the few needs that alpacas have. It was a good visit. We met a new friend.
Our chickens have taken a few weeks off. I got them the fancy scratch grains that they like, but they still aren't laying. They say "it is too beautiful of a day to stay inside sitting on a nest!" I say it's a beautiful day for fried chicken. We'll see if the pep talk helps.
Yesterday I finally finished the book WICKED. It was full of difficult to read names, symbolism, odd ball words I had never heard. I saw the musical. I watched "The Wizard of Oz". I am thoroughly enlightened on the plight of the Wicked Witch of the West. It's time for a nice light Harlequin Romance.
Now about that brochure??? ...farm living is the life for me. Sanetha.
Woops II
Okay, okay! I have mentioned how dumb we are about animals, right? This one really is tops!
We went to an alpaca show. If you haven't been to an animal show let me tell you a little bit about it. A judge stands at the front of the ring and watches as you (the anxious handler) guides the animal into the ring. They watch everything about the animal. How it carries itself, puts each foot down, the shape of its head, how much guidance it needs, fleece and finally the shape of its body. They tell us (as handlers)to dress down, dark pants and light shirt (they don't look at the handler?)Then we stand with our anxious alpacas and wait for the judge to get to our animal so they can can pull a pinch of fleece out of the animal, part the fleece, and feel the rear end to make sure we are presenting an exquisitly sexed specimen. Depending on the size of the class this can take five minutes to twenty minutes. Or in alpaca time five seconds to twenty seconds, (they lose attention quickly).
We were showing four alpacas. Two white males, one white female,one bay black female. The older white male (Zach)took a sixth place out of sixteen we felt was pretty good. The white female (Isis) took a fifth place out of eighteen which was just as good. Ebony took fifth place out of six which was: "Oh well, so glad we came" (pitiful sigh)! Zip took the walk of shame, (eliminated with a smile and thank you for coming).
We also took two of the grands (human boys - Peyton & Levi). The grands were great help. Standing with the animals when we needed a helping hand, emptying water buckets, even scooping poop!
Sunday afternoon was the end of the show. The grands were helping us load animals store equipment etc. Everything got a little confused. Everybody walked out toward the trailer with a white animal. To make a short story not so long, the lone white female Isis ended up in the back of the trailer with with one of her half brothers and Ebony was in the front half of the trailer with the other brother. When we got home and brought everyone out and put Isis in the boys pen and One of the brothers in the girls pen!! It was mass confusion/orgy/conception(?)
The next morning we realized what we had done --- CRAP!!!
When Alpacas are pregnant, then exposed to a male they will spit at him. Don't you wish that was a human alternative? (Not tonight honey, I have a ...SPIT! Think of the money that would be saved in birth control methods). So at this point (a week later) we are waiting for the fourteenth day spot to take the male to ALL of our females to do the SPIT TEST!!! If the half sister spits at the male she gets the shot. If Ebony spits at the male she will get the shot. But then the two white boys mother was previously bred to another sire but not yet spit tested, do we hope the previous breeding took? OMG!!!...farm living is the life for me?
We went to an alpaca show. If you haven't been to an animal show let me tell you a little bit about it. A judge stands at the front of the ring and watches as you (the anxious handler) guides the animal into the ring. They watch everything about the animal. How it carries itself, puts each foot down, the shape of its head, how much guidance it needs, fleece and finally the shape of its body. They tell us (as handlers)to dress down, dark pants and light shirt (they don't look at the handler?)Then we stand with our anxious alpacas and wait for the judge to get to our animal so they can can pull a pinch of fleece out of the animal, part the fleece, and feel the rear end to make sure we are presenting an exquisitly sexed specimen. Depending on the size of the class this can take five minutes to twenty minutes. Or in alpaca time five seconds to twenty seconds, (they lose attention quickly).
We were showing four alpacas. Two white males, one white female,one bay black female. The older white male (Zach)took a sixth place out of sixteen we felt was pretty good. The white female (Isis) took a fifth place out of eighteen which was just as good. Ebony took fifth place out of six which was: "Oh well, so glad we came" (pitiful sigh)! Zip took the walk of shame, (eliminated with a smile and thank you for coming).
We also took two of the grands (human boys - Peyton & Levi). The grands were great help. Standing with the animals when we needed a helping hand, emptying water buckets, even scooping poop!
Sunday afternoon was the end of the show. The grands were helping us load animals store equipment etc. Everything got a little confused. Everybody walked out toward the trailer with a white animal. To make a short story not so long, the lone white female Isis ended up in the back of the trailer with with one of her half brothers and Ebony was in the front half of the trailer with the other brother. When we got home and brought everyone out and put Isis in the boys pen and One of the brothers in the girls pen!! It was mass confusion/orgy/conception(?)
The next morning we realized what we had done --- CRAP!!!
When Alpacas are pregnant, then exposed to a male they will spit at him. Don't you wish that was a human alternative? (Not tonight honey, I have a ...SPIT! Think of the money that would be saved in birth control methods). So at this point (a week later) we are waiting for the fourteenth day spot to take the male to ALL of our females to do the SPIT TEST!!! If the half sister spits at the male she gets the shot. If Ebony spits at the male she will get the shot. But then the two white boys mother was previously bred to another sire but not yet spit tested, do we hope the previous breeding took? OMG!!!...farm living is the life for me?
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