Today was my dad’s birthday and I neglected to say it this morning….but Happy Birthday Dad! He said he doesn’t celebrate birthdays anymore…which makes it really easy on the rest of us…we don’t have to go to all that trouble of getting a cake and a card and singing the song. Heck, we don’t even have to call if we don’t want to….but I’ve now put his birthday in the blogsphere for everyone to celebrate…except him…of course!

This is also the birthday of a very dear friend, Debbie Lee. She’s a city girl and doesn’t understand my attraction to the farm life. She says we work too hard, get up too early and don’t take enough time to go shopping! And when I make my own bread she is in awe….yes, she is easily impressed! I’ve actually had her down here on the farm and she has helped me milk cows, so I have to give that city girl credit for trying my lifestyle.

Debbie has been good for me, she keeps me feminine…like she takes out of my chore clothes into my civilian clothes and makes me go shopping. She points out all the new fashions that I should be wearing, all the shoes that I should be buying and of course in her eyes, it’s a sin of your underwear doesn’t all match. She’s a gold card member at Victoria’s Secret.

She’s also our pastor’s wife…and there are days when I feel sorry for him! She is not your typical pastor’s wife. She is decadent with everything and isn’t afraid to let people see she’s a real human being with flaws just like the rest of us. Honestly, Mike and Debbie have been wonderful friends through the years, we are blessed to have known them. I’d better quit, this is sounding like a funeral eulogy!

Today was my dad’s birthday and I neglected to say it this morning….but Happy Birthday Dad! He said he doesn’t celebrate birthdays anymore…which makes it really easy on the rest of us…we don’t have to go to all that trouble of getting a cake and a card and singing the song. Heck, we don’t even have to call if we don’t want to….but I’ve now put his birthday in the blogsphere for everyone to celebrate…except him…of course!

This is also the birthday of a very dear friend, Debbie Lee. She’s a city girl and doesn’t understand my attraction to the farm life. She says we work too hard, get up too early and don’t take enough time to go shopping! And when I make my own bread she is in awe….yes, she is easily impressed! I’ve actually had her down here on the farm and she has helped me milk cows, so I have to give that city girl credit for trying my lifestyle.

Debbie has been good for me, she keeps me feminine…like she takes out of my chore clothes into my civilian clothes and makes me go shopping. She points out all the new fashions that I should be wearing, all the shoes that I should be buying and of course in her eyes, it’s a sin of your underwear doesn’t all match. She’s a gold card member at Victoria’s Secret.

She’s also our pastor’s wife…and there are days when I feel sorry for him! She is not your typical pastor’s wife. She is decadent with everything and isn’t afraid to let people see she’s a real human being with flaws just like the rest of us. Honestly, Mike and Debbie have been wonderful friends through the years, we are blessed to have known them. I’d better quit, this is sounding like a funeral eulogy!

On this sunny clear, cool morning on the Knolltop, I’m preparing to take my four kids and the neighbor kid school shopping. I will meet my mom, because the kids don’t think they’ve gone school shopping unless she goes along to buy a few extra items that I refuse to buy! Thank God for grandparents!

On this sunny clear, cool morning on the Knolltop, I’m preparing to take my four kids and the neighbor kid school shopping. I will meet my mom, because the kids don’t think they’ve gone school shopping unless she goes along to buy a few extra items that I refuse to buy! Thank God for grandparents!

Your votes are coming in fast and furious! I’ve gotten emails and comments here and when I posted this question on another website they put in their two cents worth too.

I will continue to ask for your input until Wednesday morning…then I will compile them and send them off to Trent. Of course, I’m only going to send him the comments that support my argument….HA! Just joking…I’ll send them all, but as of right now they are definitely coming in as I called it.

Thanks!

Your votes are coming in fast and furious! I’ve gotten emails and comments here and when I posted this question on another website they put in their two cents worth too.

I will continue to ask for your input until Wednesday morning…then I will compile them and send them off to Trent. Of course, I’m only going to send him the comments that support my argument….HA! Just joking…I’ll send them all, but as of right now they are definitely coming in as I called it.

Thanks!

Okay…I’ve got a differing opinion with someone about dairy farm women. Now I want to take an informal poll of my own here…so it’s time to weigh in on this one.

My adversary says that there is bickering among farm women on whether dairy producers should use BST or not. He says that small producers blame large producers for the lower milk prices, when they are low, because large producers who use BST flood the market with milk. He thinks that when farm women get together this is a bone of contention among them.

I said that when dairy farm women get together they are so happy to be off the farm, they don’t want to argue with anyone. Instead they talk about where they got the best deal on rubber boots, what kinds of sickness they’ve had among their calves, how to get out of doing a particular chore that they hate doing and how much laundry will be waiting for them when they get home. Oh, and don’t forget how good the meal is…simply because they did not have to lift a finger to cook it.

He said I’m way off base on this….am I? So…do we bicker or not? That’s what I want to hear from you. As an industry is there contention among the ranks of dairy women or not….I want to hear from you!

By the way… my adversary is Trent Loos.

Okay…I’ve got a differing opinion with someone about dairy farm women. Now I want to take an informal poll of my own here…so it’s time to weigh in on this one.

My adversary says that there is bickering among farm women on whether dairy producers should use BST or not. He says that small producers blame large producers for the lower milk prices, when they are low, because large producers who use BST flood the market with milk. He thinks that when farm women get together this is a bone of contention among them.

I said that when dairy farm women get together they are so happy to be off the farm, they don’t want to argue with anyone. Instead they talk about where they got the best deal on rubber boots, what kinds of sickness they’ve had among their calves, how to get out of doing a particular chore that they hate doing and how much laundry will be waiting for them when they get home. Oh, and don’t forget how good the meal is…simply because they did not have to lift a finger to cook it.

He said I’m way off base on this….am I? So…do we bicker or not? That’s what I want to hear from you. As an industry is there contention among the ranks of dairy women or not….I want to hear from you!

By the way… my adversary is Trent Loos.

It’s another sunny morning here on the Knolltop. At 4 this morning it was 52 out, so a sweatshirt was a must for milking.

Also at 4 in the morning, I watch the national news and my dad’s small little town was on the map and they even said it correctly. Cohoctah was in the news because of a tornado that went through there… watching national news and seeing Cohoctah show up on a map was a real eye opener that early. It’s a great little town that holds many wonderful memories. That’s where my grandparents lived and my grandfather and then uncle owned an implement dealership there. We had great times at the “shop” running around in between torn apart tractors and riding around on those rolling stools that the mechanics used. I can smell it now and I can hear the creaks in the floor as we walked across the salesroom. What a great place!

Better go get breakfast…after that I’ve got a poll I want you to participate in…more later.

It’s another sunny morning here on the Knolltop. At 4 this morning it was 52 out, so a sweatshirt was a must for milking.

Also at 4 in the morning, I watch the national news and my dad’s small little town was on the map and they even said it correctly. Cohoctah was in the news because of a tornado that went through there… watching national news and seeing Cohoctah show up on a map was a real eye opener that early. It’s a great little town that holds many wonderful memories. That’s where my grandparents lived and my grandfather and then uncle owned an implement dealership there. We had great times at the “shop” running around in between torn apart tractors and riding around on those rolling stools that the mechanics used. I can smell it now and I can hear the creaks in the floor as we walked across the salesroom. What a great place!

Better go get breakfast…after that I’ve got a poll I want you to participate in…more later.