tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73758831217499586942024-03-13T05:57:19.424-06:00Tractor TracksFarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.comBlogger914125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-82868504267612828442023-03-02T09:08:00.000-07:002023-03-02T09:08:28.717-07:00Chicks, FinallyFinally got my chicks, yesterday. I say finally because it took me multiple attempts. Chick days officially started last Wednesday, at Tractor Supply. Unfortunately our local hadn't gotten their shipment in. "Maybe Friday, maybe Monday" Ok, would be going through on Monday, no biggie. I could check then. Stopped on Monday morning on the way to the torture roo... I mean... Eye FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-1154014091523728982023-02-19T08:54:00.001-07:002023-02-19T08:54:46.696-07:00Curiosity I haven’t told anyone that I’m blogging again. I wanted to get a few posts on the hook before I did and then my nature kicked in and I thought… how long will it take for someone to notice? Specifically how long will it take for those who have been nagging me to notice?So… I’m not saying anything for at least a month. As an experiment. Also because when I got accepted into Cedar’s anthology FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-10213134219597679572023-02-19T08:44:00.001-07:002023-02-19T08:44:12.743-07:00Memory Memory is an odd thing. I was reading back through some old posts to see what I might want to write about, and came across the last time I was dealing with chicks. In that post I talked about the brooder house and a repair that I claimed was the most expensive just fix it with what we have fix I'd been responsible for starting. I don't even remember what that repair was. WhatFarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-25222947475704578532023-02-11T15:09:00.002-07:002023-02-11T15:09:26.043-07:00Chicks With the price of eggs skyrocketing, I have decided that we need chickens again. However, Farmmom was completely over the whole chicken thing when we stopped replacing last time, so this time we shall have chickens at my house. But I have dogs, and town is full of feral cats. With that in mind, we invested in a solid coop with a small run built in. At a later date I'll get a larger runFarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-50899773745133991322023-02-10T06:51:00.000-07:002023-02-10T06:51:15.687-07:00Meditations on Dogs I have come to the conclusion that neither my own temperament or the universe will allow me to be without a dog, and given the last nearly two decades, probably two. I've realized about myself that when I suffer a sudden, unexpected loss, I want to get a dog. If I already have a couple I can generally control myself. This kicked me in the ass in 2019, when FarmDog crossed the rainbow FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-1470198591653887952023-02-09T15:52:00.000-07:002023-02-09T15:52:10.897-07:00Oy Vey. Well. Today I was yelled at for not blogging much anymore, and just as I was thinking to myself "but I don't have anything to write about!" someone piped up with a couple of things that I could be writing about. That I kind of do write about, but in blurbs on Facebook instead of here. So, fine, here I am. A lot has happened since I last sat down at an empty page on this blog... Losses, FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-82817659891084710382017-08-11T00:04:00.000-06:002017-08-11T00:04:16.009-06:00*Ahem**Blows dust off of keys* hmm. Appears to be working.
So. Alas, I haven't had any new stories to share that didn't involve work and incidents which were either under investigation or identifiable if someone local happened to stumble here, so I haven't been blogging. Most recently my spare time has been taken up with rebuilding a fence, putting together a honking big round pen, moving horses,&FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-50119613920953536002016-07-02T03:55:00.001-06:002016-07-02T03:55:20.921-06:00Unforseen Perils of Night ShiftingI've been on straight nights for over a year now. The initial problems were more to do with diet than anything, honestly. I could shove down enough caffeine, sugar, and b12 to stay awake, and I figured out how to sleep during the day, but I had a lot of trouble eating right. I'm... better, not great but better about that now.
One side effect that I didn't foresee was the schedule enforced FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-46495346907125923652016-06-11T04:52:00.002-06:002016-06-11T04:52:29.334-06:00He Did It AgainBy now, all of you who still bother to check back in here probably know about the passing of Gay Cynic. I haven't talked much about it anywhere, because I just can't find the words.
The last few years we've lost entirely too many people we care about, in this neck of the woods, and I think I just ran out of ways to say that I'm sad and I miss them.
Tonight, though, I went FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-87685066997194910242016-01-05T22:53:00.001-07:002016-01-05T22:53:22.051-07:00Adventures In Air TravelSo, Darlin Man and I have created a bit of tradition by managing to spend New Year's Eve together, usually at the home of friends. This year, it didn't look like he was going to be able to get the time off, so I was kind of bummed. Then Farmmom stepped in and decided that my Christmas present this year would be a ticket to go see him instead, so that's what I've been doing for the last week.
FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-37903366902957247692015-10-31T06:13:00.000-06:002015-11-02T04:12:20.523-07:00A Small RantI've been forced lately to acknowledge that some of the people I had previously considered sensible really aren't. Which, honestly, shouldn't come as a surprise, and yet it did.
This revelation comes to me via Facebook, of course, that perfect medium of publicizing each of your own cherished idiocies. (My Facebook wall is currently mostly kitten pictures... FarmDad located FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-69904308647918550162015-09-26T04:40:00.003-06:002015-09-26T04:40:31.200-06:00"Other Duties as Assigned"I've got a few little extra duties, but one of the more entertaining ones as a vampire dispatcher is the wake up calls.
If someone has an early morning, and thinks they might need help getting out of bed or just wants to be sure someone will bug them until they show evidence of being awake and coherent, they'll ask a dispatcher to give them a wake up call.
At least one of them plans an extra FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-35501507890220681672015-09-23T23:03:00.003-06:002015-09-23T23:03:30.689-06:00Had A Weird Dream TodayI've been having some rather oddball dreams lately, the kind that wake you up because your brain throws on the brakes and says "Wait, what??"
But some of them, I wake up a bit and try to go back to sleep if I have time cause I want to know what happens next.
Had one of those today... and after a little back and forth with LabRat after I decided it wasn't gonna get out of my head, ended upFarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-61035599014043292912015-09-20T06:28:00.003-06:002015-09-20T06:28:55.037-06:00KittensYet again, here at the Old Homestead, we have kittens. This time, I don't even have to be momma! Farmmom and Farmdad, having worked very hard to get the FarmHouse in shape out in the country and moved out there a while back, were pretty much immediately adopted by a tortoise shell female longhair cat, who, once she got over her shyness, was a loveable little outdoor pain in the butt. (She's a FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-6884976363793837452015-09-17T06:53:00.000-06:002015-09-17T06:53:59.236-06:00The Writing Bug...Has been nibbling me lately. Not enough for a full blown story... since I don't have any really good ones that I can share, at the moment, at least... but enough that I recall I have this blog thingy.
So, since it's the most common question I get from non-law-enforcement affiliated friends and acquaintances, in between re-reading LawDog's archives after sharing the Pink Gorilla Suit story with aFarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-74230551648854720222015-03-23T11:28:00.000-06:002015-03-23T11:28:02.532-06:00RoughThat's how the last couple of months have been. Minor annoyances and stresses build up, especially in the winter, for those of us who are sun worshipers at heart. When you know a warm day and some time outside doing nothing all that important but still productive and enjoyable will melt the tension from your shoulders, watching that thermometer stay stubbornly below t-shirt temps makes things FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-64387210300924891232015-01-01T08:05:00.000-07:002015-01-01T08:05:12.673-07:00The Book of Barkley a read for the heartFor Christmas I received a copy of The book of Barkley. I was excited since I had been reading blog posts from this lady for a while. She has an amazing way of looking at the world and bringing you right along with her to witness life from a slightly different perspective.
I had been trying to put my feelings for the book into mere words on the screen when I ran across a review from Farmmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03226384244084630509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-19433387462769923582014-11-23T16:51:00.003-07:002014-11-23T16:51:57.854-07:00Looking for Gift Ideas?It's that time of year in which people are desperately trying to find gifts for people again... thought I'd help my (five remaining) readers out and plug a friend at the same time!
Horse Creek Soap is a company created, run, and entirely staffed by a gal I know here locally. She raises milk goats, then makes soaps and lotions out of their milk.
The website is a bit scanty (I'll have to bug her FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-90980102715383848982014-11-21T09:52:00.003-07:002014-11-21T09:52:55.227-07:00Ah, SoAt my workplace (which, if you'll recall I don't talk about much... because I enjoy my job for the most part and would prefer to keep it) we've had some issues with turnover and available hours this year. As in, I didn't have enough available hours, thanks to being part time and hemmed in by the restrictive definition of "part time" by Obama Care.
(Small digression... the Affordable Care Act? FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-3636940498075427082014-11-21T09:21:00.002-07:002014-11-21T09:21:57.816-07:00Blogorado 2014(All lateness on this post is my fault... Farmmom asked me to look over it, add links, and post it and I completely spaced it. Apologies all around!)
Well Blogorado is over for another year. All the folks are home and clean-up is done.
Once again our tribe came together for conversations, laughs, food and shooty goodness. Thank you all for coming and making our Columbus Day Farmmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03226384244084630509noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-51431191528136610052014-09-30T16:56:00.001-06:002014-09-30T16:56:32.714-06:00Chicken ScratchI know I've been noticeably absent lately, and I can't promise it won't happen again. Frankly, most of what I consider entertaining/interesting is happening at my job lately, which makes it hard to come up with something to post about.
So since someone (Cough OldNFO Cough) chewed on me about posting, I'll post the only other remotely interesting thing that's been happening, and what I'm FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-79065963817703528922014-05-10T12:45:00.000-06:002014-05-10T12:45:45.583-06:00Wildlife Transport VolunteerI are one now.
Went to a class the second of this month so that I could get approved for transporting wildlife from our area to rehab centers to the north of us.
FYI I had to put in the date because right now I'm not positive what week it is (I know that it is currently Saturday because I have to work Sunday...) due to swapping to night shifts at work for Wednesday and Thursday nights, then FarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-18521211692696704882014-04-22T16:44:00.001-06:002014-04-22T16:44:20.668-06:00The Awesomest Basement In The World Or, at least according to Stingray it is, anyway. Well he's gotten skates and a chloroform bottle out of there already, so I can see why might feel that way.
I'm working on cleaning out the basement at the Old Homestead (again....) so that we can fit a bed in the bedroom down there so that I'll have a place to sleep in the imminent time when the shower works and the whole FarmFam retires toFarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-14070637065856437882014-04-07T22:17:00.001-06:002014-04-07T22:17:12.910-06:00Random GripesMaybe it's the fact that I'm working nights again and the body isn't entirely appreciating the swap, especially since we have had some nice daytime weather.
Or maybe I'm just seeing a bunch of stuff that makes me cranky lately. Who knows? I figured I'd share a couple of my random gripes with ya'll, though they share a very general common theme:
1. Cismale/female whatever gender whatsit.
Here'sFarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375883121749958694.post-483794129422384232014-03-29T11:41:00.000-06:002014-03-29T11:41:26.373-06:00Trees!
Went to the farm yesterday and did some tree climbing to get cuttings. I was going to do some pruning as well, but the wind was a little higher than I would have liked for that, so I left it for another day.
Here in FarmFamVille, the trees are at that early spring stage where they're ready to jump on it the moment the nights warm up enough long enough to get some leaves out. It's as if all ofFarmGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07109427921448753169noreply@blogger.com5