Farm Friday - Hodgepodge

Almost nothing to report this week.

Critters are all languishing in the insufferable heat.

Annabelle has nearly finished blowing her winter coat. Keep finding big patches of white fur lying around here and there and my first thought is always that something killed a rabbit. Then I'm like, Oh. Duh. Annabelle's coat.

This was the week Daniel and I had set to start training Pippin. But we haven't gotten very far. It's been so danged HOT. But we did do some.
Bought him a new halter but it's too small.
Bought him a new bridle with a snaffle bit. Too big.
Tried Midnight's old saddle on him and it fits just right.















He's the mouthiest pony I've ever seen, so as I figured, he was a nut with the new bit. Jaws working overtime with a steady stream of grassy drool running out of his mouth. Daniel and I were pretty well bathed in the stuff. I'm not sure whether Daniel was more impressed with watching him drool or watching him pee.

Pippin was a gem for getting accustomed to both the saddle and the bridle. The saddle you'd think he was born wearing. Only problem there was I let him hang out with it on his back while I worked some more on the Hen House, and everytime I looked over, Finnegan had the saddle skirt in his jaws, chawin' away. Then I'd have to stop what I was doing to go get after him. Not very conducive to being productive in my work. Hopefully Daniel and I will get out to work with him for real next week. As in Daniel's gonna hafta be brave enough to climb aboard his back.
He'll do finnnnnnne.

Right?




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Heat Day

Got an email from the school the other day. With temperature forecasted to soar into the upper 90s with high humidity, and our school being an ancient building with no a/c, they decided to grant parents permission to pick up their kids early due to the extreme heat. They can't dismiss early since they're dependent on transportation from surrounding school districts, but they would excuse it if the parents wanted to come fetch their sweaty stinky little rugrats.

Kind of the opposite of a 2 hour snow delay in the winter.

Woe to the parent who could not pick their kid up.

Free pass to get out of school early????
Can I get a woop, woop...

Wait, what? You can't come pick me up?
You MONSTER!

I drove over yesterday to pick my kids up around 12 and all I could think was, poor secretaries.

Parents lined up at the counter one by one and told them who they were there to pick up. If said child was in 6th grade or above, it was anyone's guess which classroom they would be in so these run-ragged women had to consult schedules and call around room by room over the intercom till they could locate the young person in question.

Course, when I sauntered up to the counter, I saw the poor woman's knees buckle.

"Who are you here to pick up?" she asked with a slight quaver to her voice.

"All of them" I replied sheepishly, yet with a fleck of humor glinting in my eyes.

They finally all arrived, and since we took up most of the floor space in the cramped office, everyone was pretty much glad to see us go.



Maybe I'll try little earlier today to beat the crowds....




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Wordless Wednesday

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D-R-A-M-A-T-I-C

I was playing Scrabble with Rosie and Julie last night.

What should have been some nice, relaxing quiet time with a couple of my girls was anything but.

At any given time I had at least three people asking me something, telling me something, complaining about someone. The puppy was running around willy-nilly and I was trying to keep an eye on her so she didn't pee, chew, eat our little dog Cindy or get out the door.

I also had an eye on the clock b/c I needed to go pick up my oldest from a party, and oh yeah, there was dinner.

About the third round of the game I found myself yelling at a good two or three of the kids simultaneously to "JUST BE NICE TO EACH OTHER!"

It was right about that time Rosie played her word.

Dramatic.

No, I'm not painting the scene here, people, that was the word she played. Dramatic.

That sucker was worth 28 points when you figured all the double word and triple letters and what-not, and then she got a 50 point bonus for using all seven of her letters.

78 points!

About that time I looked up at the clock and said, "Well, whaddya know, time to leave to get Patrick."

We did resume the game when we got home.

Guess who won?

Smarty pants.




















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Mirth Monday

A few Mommy funnies for you to start your day with ....



"I'd like to be the ideal mother, but I'm too busy raising my kids."
~Unknown

"Most children threaten at times to run away from home. This is the only thing that keeps some parents going."
~ Phyllis Diller

Experts say you should never hit your children in anger. When is a good time? When you're feeling festive?-Roseanne

The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.-Calvin Trillin

I want to have children, but my friends scare me. One of my friends told me she was in labor for 36 hours. I don't even want to do anything that feels good for 36 hours.-Rita Rudner

It sometimes happens, even in the best of families, that a baby is born. This is not necessarily cause for alarm. The important thing is to keep your wits about you and borrow some money.-Elinor Goulding Smith

Children seldom misquote you. They more often repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.-Mae Maloo

"My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
~Erma Bombeck

"I'm not going to vacuum 'til Sears makes one you can ride on."
~Roseanne Barr


A sweater is a garment worn by a child when the mother feels chilly.Barbara Johnson


One time I ran out of the store and took the bus home by myself after my mother asked a salesclerk where the 'underpants' counter was. Everyone in the store heard her. I had no choice.-Phyllis Theroux




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