A Little Thingy

I’ve been tagged for a meme-type thing! Thanks, farmer, vet and feeder of all animals (I think)!

The Rules:
Each player of this game starts with “6 weird things about you”. Each person who gets tagged needs to write a blog post of their own 6 weird things as well as clearly state this rule. After you state your 6 weird things, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you’re tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog for information as to what it means.

1. My number-one least favorite, most-hated household chore is putting away the clean dishes.
2. I remind people of Dwight Schrute on NBC’s The Office. I even got a Dwight bobblehead for Christmas.
3. I detest the word “scrumptious”. I find it nauseating, and will avoid anything that has been described as such.
4. I prefer getting up early, and feel that I’ve missed something if I sleep in (til, like, 8).
5. Ever since I was a small child, imagining biting a flag gives me the shivers (something about the feel of the fabric on my teeth).
6. The girls say my little dump truck obsession is a little weird. They even put a small one in my stocking.

I hope I haven’t run you all off with my extreme weirdness! OK, now I’m tagging:

Mom
Dana (this one should be good)
threecollie
amy
Joni
tc

December 29, 2006 | Comments Closed

Solstice

I guess the actual astronomical solstice occurred last night, but we’re celebrating it today. Isn’t it so wonderful that the nights are not going to get any longer? That now the days will grow again? We’ve made it to the bottom of the year, and we’ll shortly be on our way back up. I am filled with gratitude.

On this wild and windy solstice day I offer this well-known poem:

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Of course I wanted to post my favorite solstice poem again, but I decided to branch out a bit.

Tonight is the Solstice party at the D*’s. I can’t wait to see everybody.

Disappointed

A friend stopped by today to talk hay and goats. Her husband travels around to dairies trimming cows’ hooves, and knows his way around dairy cows, so she drug him over here to bump Rosemary. Now first of all, I have to tell y’all I didn’t know nothin about bumping cows. I’m used to goats, who can be palpated, and I can do that! And from all my online reading, I had sort of deduced that that was what I was supposed to be doing. It isn’t. So anyway, he bumped her, and the bad news is….he couldn’t find a calf. Very big bummer. He did keep saying, however, that she sure looks pregnant; that her….cooter…looks like she’s pregnant, and that her belly looks pregnant, and she acts pregnant. But he couldn’t find a baby. DH says I can’t do anything until after the holidays are over, but then I think we’re going to look for either a bred or a milking cow. And a boyfriend for Rosemary, even if it’s just Stanley the Cow Inseminator.

December 20, 2006 | Tags: | Comments Closed

A Fun Evening

We had a really nice time at a small dinner party to celebrate M*’s birthday last night. Ate too much, drank a fair bit, and laughed a whole lot. Have you ever done the adult version of Madlibs? Gracious.

A Big Kiss

…from Flora.

December 18, 2006 | Tags: | Comments Closed

Silly Sheep

For a break from cow pictures.

December 17, 2006 | Tags: | Comments Closed