Wow! What do I enter on my 100th blog!? How about a truly self centered, selfish, all about me entry. What I like, what I want, what I see. I'm gonna type about ME-ME-ME! (Sorry Toby Keith!) Only the people that know me would know I was so full of it. I just wanted to put out there some things I really like. Here it goes.
A hug.
A cool morning during the summer.
A warm morning during the winter.
First cup of coffee each morning.
Dolls
Purple.
Tall sunflowers.
Crias.
"The Wizard of Oz".
A campfire.
My grandson saying "I love you grandma".
80's music.
Spending time with my daughter when her children are elsewhere. (Doesn't happen often).
Fresh from the vine cherry tomatoes.
Fiesta ware.
The instant gratification of mowing. (Yeah, I know I complain about it alot).
A clean house.
Concentrating on a craft project so much, I don't know time is passing.
Fleece.
Hot flavored coffee on a cold day.
Cold beer on a hot day. (Or any other day).
"The Owl and the Pussycat".
Monday evenings with my mom.
My sister's wicked sense of humor.
Laughing so hard I cry.
Getting an IV started on the first try.
...farm living is the life for me-me-me!
I watched the Royal Wedding! The whole bloody/buggering thing.
I woke up this morning at 3:50 am. I had forgotten there was such a time. By the time I turned on the TV and bundled up in a quilt I was wide awake.
My critique and thoughts.
The prime minister of England with his slightly over-the-top wife blew in.
The Princesses Eugenie and Beatrice walked in the Abby. They reeked of their mother.
William and Harry were so handsome in their uniforms. William was so cute as a teenager. Now he is starting to look more like his father than his mother. Harry just seemed to be having fun!
Charles and Camilla (the frump) arrived. yawn.
Oh beautiful Catherine...with a smile. She seemed like any other bride whether this side of the Atlantic or their side. She seemed glowing and giddy. She might have been marrying the 7-11 night manager or the Prince of Wales. She seemed excited to be marrying a man she loved.
I bundled in my quilt and drank more coffee during the ceremony. Still drinking coffee while they retired to the back room to sign papers (like they could get out of it now?) When William and Catherine presented outside the Abby in their full regalia, tradition, ceremony, royalty, I got tearful. Yes my blogsphere friends I cried. But not for the spectacle of the event, the boy marries girl, or the blueness of it all. I cried for the woman who met her end so commonly and didn't get to see her "Wills" marry. A woman that just wanted the world to be a more gentle place.
I still miss Diana.
...farm living is the life for me. Duchess of Nothing.
My critique and thoughts.
The prime minister of England with his slightly over-the-top wife blew in.
The Princesses Eugenie and Beatrice walked in the Abby. They reeked of their mother.
William and Harry were so handsome in their uniforms. William was so cute as a teenager. Now he is starting to look more like his father than his mother. Harry just seemed to be having fun!
Charles and Camilla (the frump) arrived. yawn.
Oh beautiful Catherine...with a smile. She seemed like any other bride whether this side of the Atlantic or their side. She seemed glowing and giddy. She might have been marrying the 7-11 night manager or the Prince of Wales. She seemed excited to be marrying a man she loved.
I bundled in my quilt and drank more coffee during the ceremony. Still drinking coffee while they retired to the back room to sign papers (like they could get out of it now?) When William and Catherine presented outside the Abby in their full regalia, tradition, ceremony, royalty, I got tearful. Yes my blogsphere friends I cried. But not for the spectacle of the event, the boy marries girl, or the blueness of it all. I cried for the woman who met her end so commonly and didn't get to see her "Wills" marry. A woman that just wanted the world to be a more gentle place.
I still miss Diana.
...farm living is the life for me. Duchess of Nothing.
So what did you do today?
What did you do today? Hope you had a fun Saturday. We sheared 14 alpacas!
We (the perpetrators) lure the Alpacas into the shed with a few scoops of food at 7:00am. The shearers arrived at 8:00 am and set up their table. They are a husband and wife that have their own herd of 'pacas. They are fun, hard working people. I had to coerce them to break for lunch after 7 animals!
We started with the whites so if there's contamination of colors at least its still the same color. We weigh each animal before and after shearing. Check them out for sores, fungus, cockleburrs etc. The first strap goes under the belly. This secures the animal to the table. Each leg goes into a looped strap and pulled tight so front legs go forward and back legs are pulled backwards. Literally suspended in mid air, we tilt the table and the animal lies comfortably in a horizontal position.
I can tell by the big mud spot on the neck, that this picture is "Zerlina". In photos alpacas can look the same, especially whites. She is the only alpaca that thinks the water trough is her swimming pool. Whenever a halter is strapped to her head, she lies down on her chest. She won't get up! No coercing or pulling will budge her. So we put the halter on 24 hours earlier and let her get accustom to the feel. She associates the halter with mating and is just assuming the position. (smile) We walked her around the front of the house to the shearing room so she wouldn't get close to the boys paddock. She walked right to the shearing room.
Shearer starts with the belly area on the right side. Everything on this side is sheared from nose to toes. Then holding the head down on the table the shearer pulls the lower legs from the back side and the animal is flipped to the other side. (EASY PEASY!!?) The perpetraters bag the fleece that is sheared into sacks. The shearing continues and the animal cools off, I think one of our animals actually fell asleep!
Us perpetrators clip nails, treat anything we find like skin fungus or abrasions. Our shearers are particular about pretty shaped tails - can't you tell from the after picture?
Aint she purty??
We sheared:
Ceasear
Amanda
Zerlina
Sophia
Missy
Freckles
Isis
Zach
Zip
Creme
Joy
Leon
Ebony
Alex
Some friends and family members helped with the shearing.
Thanks to our friends Jake and Vicki
My daughter and her husband
And of course the shearers Mike and Loretta.
...farm living is the life for me. Sanetha whooow!
I love thunderstorms!
Yeah I know, it must be a pathetic life when the most exciting, heart stopping, adrenalin pumping, sweaty hands thing in my life is a thunderstorm. But I am a thunderstorm lover from way back.
My mother sat me by the front door of our 1960's home to watch a storm. I told the lightning "Fundew, you quit taking pictures of me!" So my mother was the early encourager of my fascination with thunderstorms. I have enjoyed some really fun moments associated with thunderstorms!
When I was a young girl my mother was single and worked hard to provide for us. My younger sister and I were at home by ourselves and I saw a tornado "watch" come across the television. I took my sister, our dog and cat, our dolls, and anything else we could carry across the street to the shelter. The people that owned the shelter told us it was just a watch and we should go home. Felt kind of stupid afterwards. As a young girl I didn't know the difference between a tornado watch and a tornado warning!? (Some adults in 2011 don't know the difference).
I was a young mother when a thunderstorm came through the trailer park we lived in. I was watching the storm coming from the middle of our little street, when the young mother across the street also came out to watch the storm. We struck up a conversation and have remained life long friends. We had so much in common as young mothers. We were inseparable for years. We could still call each other up and have a conversation and feel like we hadn't been apart.
My daughter and I lived with my parents while I was in nursing school. Our cousin Claudia was visiting while her husband was in the hospital. She had been in a tornado in southeast Kansas and was already a little flinchy about storms. A tornado warning sent us to the basement where we slid my daughter under a desk in the basement.
Hubster and I belonged to a historical reenactment group. We were camping at a rendevous in Larned, Ks. for a week long event. A storm came through and sent the entire encampment running. My daughter and I scampered to whatever shelter we could find to escape hail, or whatever spinning wind we couldn't see. Teepees were flying, dust was clouding our eyes, skirts flew in the wind. We still talk about that storm.
Hubster and I were in our bass boat on Kaw Lake in Oklahoma when a storm sent us speeding across the lake. I had a ball cap on and it was raining so hard I could taste my hat! The next morning was cool and clear. We quietly trolled the banks and another boat came by and ask if we were from Wellington and did we know there was a bad hail storm there last night? We sped back to the marina, put the boat on the trailer and beat it home. Found the windows bashed in on our house and our car. I can still taste that ball cap.
During the summer we had a ladies only pre 1840's rendevous. We reenacted what we imagined was a ladies encampment. During one such weekend a storm came through with softball size hail and all the ladies hid in one outhouse. Have YOU ever seen ten ladies in an outhouse? We came back out and finished our wonderful gathering without a hitch, except for lots of laughing about all of us in an outhouse.
Last night I came home from work and saw the thunderstorm building to the east of the lane, and I was DISAPPOINTED! Thought maybe we would see "lightening and thunder and hail, OH MY! But all we got was wind. sigh. Yes, the lane has had hail damage, wind damage, water damage, lightning damage. But I still get a thrill when I see the black clouds building to the west!
And for the best--- Hubster says the morning after he dies the newspaper will read "HUSBAND DIES WHILE DRAGGING WIFE OFF FRONT PORCH WHERE SHE WAS WATCHING STORMS--WIFE LIVES!
...farm living is the life for me! Sanetha
My mother sat me by the front door of our 1960's home to watch a storm. I told the lightning "Fundew, you quit taking pictures of me!" So my mother was the early encourager of my fascination with thunderstorms. I have enjoyed some really fun moments associated with thunderstorms!
When I was a young girl my mother was single and worked hard to provide for us. My younger sister and I were at home by ourselves and I saw a tornado "watch" come across the television. I took my sister, our dog and cat, our dolls, and anything else we could carry across the street to the shelter. The people that owned the shelter told us it was just a watch and we should go home. Felt kind of stupid afterwards. As a young girl I didn't know the difference between a tornado watch and a tornado warning!? (Some adults in 2011 don't know the difference).
I was a young mother when a thunderstorm came through the trailer park we lived in. I was watching the storm coming from the middle of our little street, when the young mother across the street also came out to watch the storm. We struck up a conversation and have remained life long friends. We had so much in common as young mothers. We were inseparable for years. We could still call each other up and have a conversation and feel like we hadn't been apart.
My daughter and I lived with my parents while I was in nursing school. Our cousin Claudia was visiting while her husband was in the hospital. She had been in a tornado in southeast Kansas and was already a little flinchy about storms. A tornado warning sent us to the basement where we slid my daughter under a desk in the basement.
Hubster and I belonged to a historical reenactment group. We were camping at a rendevous in Larned, Ks. for a week long event. A storm came through and sent the entire encampment running. My daughter and I scampered to whatever shelter we could find to escape hail, or whatever spinning wind we couldn't see. Teepees were flying, dust was clouding our eyes, skirts flew in the wind. We still talk about that storm.
Hubster and I were in our bass boat on Kaw Lake in Oklahoma when a storm sent us speeding across the lake. I had a ball cap on and it was raining so hard I could taste my hat! The next morning was cool and clear. We quietly trolled the banks and another boat came by and ask if we were from Wellington and did we know there was a bad hail storm there last night? We sped back to the marina, put the boat on the trailer and beat it home. Found the windows bashed in on our house and our car. I can still taste that ball cap.
During the summer we had a ladies only pre 1840's rendevous. We reenacted what we imagined was a ladies encampment. During one such weekend a storm came through with softball size hail and all the ladies hid in one outhouse. Have YOU ever seen ten ladies in an outhouse? We came back out and finished our wonderful gathering without a hitch, except for lots of laughing about all of us in an outhouse.
Last night I came home from work and saw the thunderstorm building to the east of the lane, and I was DISAPPOINTED! Thought maybe we would see "lightening and thunder and hail, OH MY! But all we got was wind. sigh. Yes, the lane has had hail damage, wind damage, water damage, lightning damage. But I still get a thrill when I see the black clouds building to the west!
And for the best--- Hubster says the morning after he dies the newspaper will read "HUSBAND DIES WHILE DRAGGING WIFE OFF FRONT PORCH WHERE SHE WAS WATCHING STORMS--WIFE LIVES!
...farm living is the life for me! Sanetha
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