Rocking with the B-Man

I went to a concert yesterday. 

Was it age-appropriate for me to enjoy it as much as I did?  Probably not.  But I'm a huge fan of the B. 

I'm not sure if it's the B-man's weird hank of hair or his big expressive eyes or his high nasally voice.  The dude's good and wow he puts on an amazing show, very versatile.

I just looked past all the internet rumours about his sexuality, his style and his attitude (he does seem a little high strung). 

The little girls in the crowd were just screaming.

Because boy can he rock a striped shirt/turtle neck combo...

Okay, they may have been screaming because it was lunch time and cotton candy turns to a  hallucinogenic drug the closer it gets to nap time...buy hey, whatever....

Who did you think I was talking about?  Justin who?

Smiles from the farm,
Lisa
 

Winter Math...

It has been snowing for a bajillion trillion hours.  Factoring in the number of children home from school (4) multiplied by the number of goats (6) that need to be fed (2X daily) and watered (3X daily) and the average number of chickens (22) that need to also be fed (1X daily) and watered (2X daily) added to the sum of this...

this...

this...

and this...

 

EQUALS....

Yeast donuts dipped in butter & granulated sugar....

What?  They're baked not fried, so you know, HEALTHY...

One little teenager minus SIX donuts...not one stinking ounce gained...brat.

Smiles from the farm,

Lisa

That's just how I roll...

Questions:

If you have to repeatedly and somewhat vehemently deny that you are a hoarder, are you indeed a hoarder?

If you have a drawer specifically for rolling pins, do you have too many rolling pins?

Why do I have six rolling pins? 

When you realize that you have too many rolling pins but can't get yourself to part with any of them, does that denote a need for intensive therapy? 

and lastly...

Would you like to stop by for pie?  Awesome, I'll get rolling...

Smiles from the farm,
Lisa

A Lovely Afternoon With Jake...

The sun was shining this afternoon, so I dug out my skis and headed down into the woods with Jake. 

You know in previous winters when I've been down in the woods or out on the pond I always wished that I had a dog to keep me company.  And now, lookie there, I do.  Isn't that nice?

He doesn't get very far from me. 

Though he did veer off the path to investigate this beaver house.  Right about now the Beaver family is looking up at their ceiling wondering what the heck is happening.  Our family feels your pain Beaver's.  We truly do. 

The snow sleds haven't been out on the pond, so we decided to trust their instincts and turn around. 

Slowly we returned home.  The only sound the glide of my skis and the flump-flump of Jake's paws in the newly fallen snow. 

Or not...

Jeesh.

Smiles from the farm,

Lisa

Expressing myself...

Calendars are like tatoos.  There are so many to choose from and you really want to get one that speaks to who YOU really are.  And they last forever and make you look like you need a really good bath and a hug.  Wait, no that's not right.  Anyway, what was I saying.  Oh yeah.    I was going to get a goat calendar...like this one from Margaret at Nanny Goats in Panties. 

Or this Border Collie one...

Or I could have gotten a Chicken calendar

Or a Mad Men calendar...

It is so hard to pick just one, but this is the one that I finally got...

And this picture is in it. 





I LOVE Betty White and I used to love goats.  Go read the FARM BLOG to see why the love has faded.  This is still cool though.  Betty White is holding a goat.  Holy Moly. 

Smiles from the farm,

Lisa

Was it ever warm?

We spend our summers wishing it would cool off and our winters wishing it would warm up.  Why are we never satisfied? 

Visit the Farm Blog to see how we're all handling it....

I've been thinking...

It's too cold outside to do much doing. 

So I've been thinking.  And by thinking, I mean lying on the couch and watching Dog the Bounty Hunter and those shows about guys buying storage lockers.  I've also been working on finishing off the Christmas chocolate...

I lost my job last month.  Well I still have the job, it's just that there isn't any work.  Which kind of negates the definition of the word "job" doesn't it?  I worked as a private contractor for a transcription company and was able to work from home and set my own schedule.  I'm not sure what happened to the work, but it dried up.  I wasn't heartbroken, but I do miss the money.  I have turned my cell phone off and will have the cable turned off next month.  Oh, Dog the Bounty Hunter what will I do without you?

So I've been thinking about what I want to do now.  For some reason bounty hunting and buying storage lockers comes to mind.  Or I could open a pawn shop, enter my children in weird beauty pagents, drive a truck on icy roads, catch really big fish, or open a cupcake store.  I guess I could get pregnant, no wait, I'm not even close to being 16. 

Yeah, it's probably good that the cable is being disconnected. 

I wonder what qualifications I need to be a cat...

Smiles from the farm,
Lisa