Monthly Archives: May 2017

Working…

“Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.” Thomas Edison

So, I haven’t been able to write in so long because we have 9 baby goats. Four of the babies were not able to nurse from their mothers, so we had to bottle feed them. Getting up extra early to make baby bottles, and venturing out to feed each one. We hold each one in our lap, and give them a bottle. This occurs first thing in the morning, afternoon, evening, and at nightfall. As they have grown we can cut back, and now they are all at one whole bottle per day. We do a half feeding in the morning, and one at night.

Now, I start to get my life back to being close to normal. We still have one more pregnant goat. Her sister gave birth to a beautiful black female. We hope that the sister will give birth to another female, but we will have to wait for a few more days before we find out what she is carrying.

We also have to run the winery, and plan a few weddings. Not weddings of our own, but people that want to get married at the winery.

Our son is about to graduate from high school, and our daughter will graduate next year. So many things happening…we are growing in so many directions. Here are some photos of our baby goats.

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If People Call You Weird

“If people call you weird, say Thank you!” Ellen DeGeneres.

Well, I was called weird everyday when I was younger. I really embraced it at an early age. It bothered my sister more than it bothered me. I knew I was different. People were uncomfortable with my weirdness.

I didn’t play baseball or basketball like my sister or brother. I joined soccer to get an international newspaper. I was difficult to get along with, I’m not sure why. I just had boundaries that I couldn’t adjust. I couldn’t eat food that touched. I still don’t to this day.

I talked my dad into buying wine for our Thanksgiving dinner when I was in fourth grade. I chose Earnest and Julio Gallo, it wasn’t the giant jug, it was a bottle. I don’t remember the variety. I just remember how proud I was that my dad was willing to try wine with our dinner. It was my attempt to bring some European sophistication to our table. LOL

Once, I got into a fist fight over a poetry book. We just got to go into the book mobile and get a free book. I loved this huge book of poetry, and could wait to get home to read and reflect. A girl (I thought was a friend) wanted my book. She told me she would kick my ass if I didn’t give her the book. Are you kidding me? I can’t believe I fought her to keep the book. I didn’t win the fight or the book. What a bitch… I did have a bloody shirt to take home. Yeah!

Well, I might be weird, but I enjoyed getting where I am today.