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Posted on 05/05/2004 7:57:51 AM PDT by HairOfTheDog
New verse:
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Upon the hearth the fire is red, |
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I dunno... but I was always in the 99th or 98th... no indication of intelligence... I just test well... multiple guess is muh specialty...
That's what we had to do, and even then, Roy would flap over a low spot in the fence and snack on our strawberries!
Well, I took care of that, I tell ya.
I took a couple of plastic grocery bags, you know? Took them in the run (they are enclosed in a large run now, that we can rotate around the yard) and shook them at the chickens. Scared the bejeebies out of them...they stood around with their heads up bocking like crazy for a long time after. Then I tied several of those bags to the low spot and now Roy won't go near it.
thatsuh good thing...
mrsnads gonna stop by the Extension Center tuhday... some of our peas have small black spots on the lower leaves, and our 'taters looks like somethin's been eatin' on 'em...
Just claim you're a "Three Stooges" fan.
Speakin' of which, things have been better with Jr. lately. We think the last meltdown was 1) just after his girlfriend broke up with him and 2) just after grades came out.
Grades have come up (slightly), and he's been much more mellow. We were concerned about how last Friday's events would affect him. His comment was "It can't be Glen, he's cool." We were a little disturbed that he thought a drug dealer was cool. Also disturbed the dealer lived in our neighborhood.
But I wish you guys could have seen the youth production. I know I've talked a lot about our productions, but this was vey cool. And the message was vey relevant to teenagers - including Jr. Made Mom and Dad realize that Jr. has his own levels of stress.
Jr. played in the trash can band. And they're taking that on tour next month. They'll also be seeing "Stomp" on Broadway. My little boy is growing up.
Well, at least one of them. The other one used me as a human trampoline during Sunday night's performance. Last night we got a sitter.
*snif* that's just beautiful.
good thinkin'... we're gonna run a hotwire round the top of the fence, and another about 5" off'n the deck...
they have enuff to eat outside the fence, I'm a hopin' they're too lazy to bother...
How many grams are in an ounce? Not a fluid ounce.
I am so embarrassed.
Ick! Fungus among us?
Just picked up 4 more tomatoes from somebody at work....need more pots.
Sounds great on the garden. I used to have neighbors who didn't keep their chickens up well enough and they'd always be peckin' at stuff in my garden. Used to tick me off to no end. Their cows and goats were always gettin' in my garden too. Funny thing about those chickens though, after they ate all the fire ant poison, they didn't bother my garden no more. A 22 took care of the goats. And then, after I captured the cow in my garden and held it for a few hours keeping my neighbor at bay with my shotgun he improved his fence.
Texas law says if livestock is on your property through negligence and you capture it and keep it up for 2 weeks the stock is yours. I figured I'd got myself some steak on the hoof. Had called the authorities on the neighbor's stock enough times that they knew the conditions. The sherriff was on my side. Shotgun kept the idiot neighbor from stealing the cow back. My "then" husband made me give the livesteak back. He said I was makin' a bad neighbor. I thought I was exercisin' my rights.
Anyway, life usedta be a lot more excitin' than it is now. You'd have been entertained. :-)
It makes you my hero. But could you name at least one of 'em "Michael Moore?" *aaack* *spit* *ptui*
oooooo... I hate it when they do that...
good werd 'bout Jr....
does Glen need killin'?...
1 ounce = 28.3495231 grams
according to Google.
Sigh...I still gotta build muh dog fence...after I get the trees down...after we build Nana's ramp...after I fix Luke's fort...after I redo the front sidewalk...
Money and time, that's all I need. And I ain't got neither.
What a HOOT! I would love to have seen that!
The other day when I was riding that horse at the picnic, Steve told everyone "You can just call her Calamity".
ROFLOL!!
No. Matter of fact, that should be a marketable item. Moe targets. I'd buy it... well, if I still lived where I could go shoot... 'cept I always made my own.
I dunno, can't explain it, I get home for a few days and I start gettin' this redneck thing goin' on again. Like I GOTS to get out and shoot stuff. Just because.
Guess what I'm doin' tomorrow? :-)
Thanks!
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