One Month In !

Stinker Cat is still hanging around. But guess what? I kinda like her. My body doesn't, though, since I'm super allergic to cats, so I need to stay away from her, even when she rubs on my leg and gets her "motor going" and wants me to pet her. She just wants a little lovin'. The other day, I had my gardening gloves on, so I figured I could pet her while wearing those. Her purring and appreciation for my giving her attention was worth the little sneeze-fit I had shortly after. Then...she tried, without success, to get into our house. I have a feeling that she might make it in, one day. She is a stinker cat, but she's also pretty slick. We've had some visitors over the past week. Two families came last week on different nights to have dinner with us. We hadn't seen either family in a very long time, and so it was great to catch up. Having a bunch of kids here is a lot of fun, but... man, it can be a tad stressful. I was told by one friend that I needed to have some drinks. Yeah, probably. The outside is not very "child-friendly". "Don't fall in the pond, kids!" "If you want to see the combine, a grown-up needs to be with you!" "Yeah, there might be ticks in that area." "Poison ivy? Really? I don't see any. Ah yes. Oops!" "Watch out for the tractor!" "No, those aren't crystals, that is broken glass that needs to be cleaned up." "A fire? No, we're just burning the garbage at the tool shed." So, yeah, that's kinda what goes on when there are kids around. In spite of all of the "gentle" reminding and rule following, we have a great time. Tractor rides around the grain bins go a long way for entertainment. So does kicking up the sand in the barn. I'm not a huge fan of that one, as someone, inevitability, gets sand dust in their eye. It's usually my Middle Man. "He started it Mom!" Yeah, I know. When I was in high school, I had a government teacher that always called us "Mother F-ers." Yes, he did. And it was hilarious. In fact, when I was a sophomore, I couldn't wait to take Government so that I could have the teacher that called the students "Mother F-ers." His sense of humor certainly kept us entertained and interested in what might have otherwise been a boring topic. I wonder if that would work for me here on the farm. "Hey Mother F-ers! Get away from the pond!" "Mother F-ers, stop kicking up the sand, you'll get it in your eyes!" "Okay Mother F-ers, who wants a tractor ride?" My children are young, and would have no clue what this meant, but would definitely ask me to explain it, and would probably begin using it themselves. Then, I might have some s'plaining to do to other parents. So, for now, I think I'll stay away from this particular verbiage. It might be funny when they're older though. Now, I was going to upload some pictures, but I can't find the USB cord, Mother f-ers. So, you're gonna have to wait until the next post:-)