Welcome to Drama Ranch

I have recently become a 'Farmer'. I believe the technical term would be rancher, since we have animals more so than crops. I am learning something new everyday. I also have a lot of unanswered questions. Most of them are acquired by learn as you go techniques. Basically, I have f'ed things up a lot. This is my story of leaving the Burbs for the Farm.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Family Time

Every time our family gets together, I think we grow not only as a family, but as individuals. I was recapping the other night in my head.
Dan learned that dead weight is dead weight.
Rhonda learned that she is quite the artist with chalk.
Austin grew a pair.
Rick found someone to mentor.
Shelley still hasn't learned not to bring the new guy to meet to the family when we are drinking. Oh wait, then he would never get to meet us.
Trudi learned not to wear black pants when Rhonda has chalk.
Cindy learned not to wear a shirt that ties.
Karla learned cement floors are hard.
Keri learned it is great to have a sister.
I learned there is never enough wings.
And Karen never learns...love ya Mom!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

That Biatch!

I just finished my eighth trip out to the barn today. I have a sow, Charlotte, that is due any day. I fully prepared her and had a lengthy conversation this weekend about my schedule for the week. I told her anytime before Wednesday night would work for me. Thursday is out and probably Friday morning(most likely nursing a hangover). Dan landed tickets to the Bronco/Duck game and I WILL NOT miss it. To see the ducks play here is like living in LA and being a Yankees fan. You just don't get to see them much. And thinking back on it, Charlotte caused me to miss the Super Bowl this year too. I had just finished up making some salsa and ready to sit down for a little pre game action. Being the good farm girl that I am, I want to make one last check before I settled down for some football. That was the end of my super bowl experience this year. Perfectly good salsa and beers waiting inside for me and I was out in the barn in the freezing ass cold until 2 am. So, I just warned Charlotte that it is do or die time. I asked her if there was anything I could get her....castor oil, a walk, anything to speed up the process. She just looked at me like I was a retard. I am trying to communicate better in my relationships, but I can't be the only one talking...

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

After a Few Beers at Drama Ranch



Okay...a lot of beers. Good F ing times!