Kids Say the Darnedest...

Something else that amuses me by living out in the country, are all the conversations I hear the kids having. I promise that city kids never have these conversations, and the 4 year olds do not know the same things as county-living four year olds. For example...

Yesterday I took JJ to preschool. One of the little four year olds came out in the hall to talk to me. Cutest little kid with the cutest voice. It took me a while to catch on to what he was saying, but this is what he said,

"Da know, da daddy dows will huwt da baby dows, so we godda sort dem out. We sorted out our dows yesterday so da mamas and baby dows are togewer and da daddies dows are not. My uncle sorted da dows too. He's gots lots a dows too. And da know? Sometime somefing can huwt da dickens and the dicks. We haf a be caweful. Dey are dust liddew, our dickens and dicks. We haf lots a dem too. But dey are not as big as dows!"

And at church on Sunday, I was passing a group of teenage boys who were talking about how many shots it took to take down the sick cow the other day. "You wouldn't believe it. We used a (insert name of gun here) on her and she wouldn't die! It was crazy! And then Bill over here got his gun out and started shooting too. Finally she went down. It was the darnedest thing."

But moving on from kids, yesterday a guy came over with his truck and a trailer of something and dropped it off at our house. I had gone outside to pick JJ up from the bus stop when he stopped and asked me to relay a message to my husband. He said, "Well, I'm going to take this and mix him 25 acres. I think that's what he wanted. If you hear from him, let him know that, would ya?"

"Uh huh, okay. "(What in the world are we talking about? I just acted like I knew.)

"I'll try to get it back here really soon, although I don't know if he can spread right now -the wind is blowing so hard. Maybe it will die down and he can tonight."

"Yeah, hopefully."( I'm smiling and laughing, cause you know. I know what we are talking about.)

"Okay, see ya!"

"See ya!"

Come to find out a little later, we were talking about fertilizer. I had NO clue!

Afternoon Stroll

The other day, we were about 45 minutes away from our house (still in the middle of no where) when we realized, we were not alone on the road anymore.

We had to slow down in order to avoid a head-on collision.

As my grandma always tells us, "If another guy wants the road, give it to him."

My cowboy asked me why I was taking pictures of these "ugly things." Apparently, we have handsome cows.

We never could figure where these cows came from...we didn't see any more of them for miles around. I hope they made it to where they were going...

How to Eat a Mouse

First you have to catch it. Which is pretty easy if your name is "Moley." Or you can even catch two, if you are feeling extra hungry.

Second, you play with it for a while. You bring it back to the garage, throw it up in the air a few times. Run around it, gnaw at it, throw it at the lady who lives there....Just have fun.

Third. Settle down into a comfy position and go for the head first. There has to be a big chomp, and then a lot of crunching. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Pretty soon the whole head will come off so you can finish chewing it, then swallow.

Fourth...this is the best part. Hold the mouse's tail down with one paw so you can pull the guts out of the top of it, with your teeth. Slurp them up as fast as you can. It's okay to leave a little bit of blood on the cement floor though. It happens.

Fifth. You don't have much left, so just enjoy the rest; the fur, the skin, all the way down to the feet and the tail.

Sixth. Look up and watch the lady of the house run out of the garage dry-heaving. Don't worry, she'll be okay until she sees you eating another mouse, the next time.

Another Post About Moley

You will never believe this but...Moley's lover is back. Already! I mean, her babies aren't even two months old yet! And here's this wild tom cat back in our garage and roaming outside our house. He's been trying to get to the kittens. My husband says that it wants to kill them. What a nice daddy. We think it is because all the kittens are male. (My husband figured that one out. I cannot tell the difference! See previous post.)

So my cowboy had to chase the tom cat out of our garage a few times. Then when I came home the other day, I got to see him for myself. He was a dark, tiger striped cat. I went near him to try and chase me away and growled! A mean growl, just like a tiger! I had visions of being attacked by a tom cat, so I backed off a little bit. Never have I heard a cat growl like that!

Moley was out there too, and she was being so crazy. I think she was trying to show off for him, I've never seen her like that. She was running, and jumping, and rolling around in the dirt. I don't know what is wrong with her, but I think she might be part rabbit. We've lost track of how many litters kittens she's had in her lifetime. But we've figured she already has great-great grandchildren.

Anyway, these crazy cats finally went running out into the field together. Seriously. If she's pregnant again.....!

Cow Plates...

I love these plates. When I was dating my husband, and came up to his house for the first time to meet his parents, I ate off these plates. I thought they were so fun and so neat, since ya know, we have 300 cows up here. So they have a whole set of dishes with cows on them!

Well, we just found out how "classy" we really are. Seems like these plates are quite the set. They are now selling for $25 a piece!! So... if you come to visit us, and get to eat off of these plates, you should feel very honored. :) Unless we sell them before that. Just kidding, Mom!

And this picture above? Well, this would be a female cow. Why do I meantion that? Oh because I had a little lesson in cow anatomy the other day...by mistake.

I was out at the feed lot with the cows. And just like any day, many of them were doing their "business" when all of a sudden I realized one cow in particular was going "number one" out of his belly. That really caught me off guard! I thought something was wrong! So my husband quickly explained to me that yes, the female cows go in a different place, not their bellies. I had just witnessed a male cow relieving himself. This was my lesson for the day. Very interesting huh? Hey, I live on a farm! Just be grateful I didn't provide pictures of this one. I thought the video from my "Parking Lot" post was enough on this subject. :)

Redneck Waterskiing

Who says you can't have a little bit of fun in the country? My brother in law says we are trying this, this summer. Looks fun!

Glee!

These farmers get up before the crack of dawn, and work outside in the snow, rain, and burning sun. They can lift anything, build anything, and fix everything. Then after a long hard day of toil, sweat, and cow manure, they collapse onto the couch and watch an episode their favorite show………. Glee!

:)

Yesterday after church we were chatting with a couple, and one of the farmers asked my husband if he'd ever seen the show, Glee. I piped in and said, "Hey, I heard that was your favorite show!" He looked right at me, pointed his finger, and said, "Hey, don't you tell anybody that!" and "Don't talk so loud! There are a lot of people around!" Haha. I told him that I'd go ahead and just post it on my blog. He said, "Don't you dare!" So here I am.

He mentioned there was a little, just a little bit, of singing in this show....

I think I heard him humming this song as he drove away...