Swear Words

growing up, we were pretty little when dad would each let us have a turn to go with him to the sale (burley livestock auction).  we would get to ride in the green truck (maybe a lil 2 ton?)...all i know is she was old and had a big, red/white livestock rack on the back that he would load up with calves.  i have memories of the sale going in that truck and getting to pick out my favorite candy over there at the snack bar.  it was a bag of gummy berries that had pictures of bears on front (like the ones on sat. morning cartoons).  when i went with my grandpa kunzler, we went in.  there were burgers frying, manure smells, and your, own personal coffee can for a spitoon, if you needed one.  we did not.  anyhow back to dad, it never failed when we left in the old green truck, it wouldn't start.  he would screw around with it a little bit, say a few swear words, and she'd fire up.  he told me that's the only way he could get it started, was with that fine vocabulary.  i won't even mention the pig loading story :).

all i know is that my barnyard was getting me all huffin' and puffin' and swearin' the other morning, and if it's a sin that's gonna send me down under, i'll have to take it!  all the animal chaos just brings it out in people!  it started raining.  the boys were running around getting all muddy and trying to help feed the cats and dog and put stuff away (well, atleast bentley), emerson had all ready fallen twice in the mud/straw/manure.  shera's boyfreind had just ran around the shop and was hightailing it up the canal bank (supposedly he's an old cripple, ha!) after i had tied her up so she wouldn't run off with him again.  one of the hens was out, i couldn't find the damn turkey....oops there i went again, and the big old red rooster was on the back of the little meat chicken pecking the h out of him.  i picked emerson up for the last time.  i kicked that rooster so hard into the fence it was a wonder he lived to go to the butcher this week.  i called ben and an appointment was promplty made for shera to visit the vet, and then i cooled down :).  in my defense, i only use about 4 different words and none of them are vulgar or unholy :).  my dad and grandpa...and my husband have been known to say a few bad words.  my cousin named his dog 'dammut' for crying out loud! :)

  i've only said swear words one other time since then, ok twice.  last week when bridon spilled a full can of yellow paint in the garage during one of my diy projects (my fault! it wasn't at him, just the situation).  and then the other night when there was a coyote roaming around.  shera was going nuts and ended up murdering one of the chickens, not the coyote.  good grief!  i don't know why i find writing these funny experiences theraputic, ben is still coming home from the combine so there's dinner left out that will have to be put away, i have a lesson to give tomorrow, and the toilets could use a good cleaning, especially after this morning.  i think the only time i leave my house is for preschool & school, groceries, young women, vt, and occasional family gatherings...but we did take the family out to eat last nite at jalepenos.  been there many times.  always good.  last nite, not so much.  i finally was in town with ben, so i could go to a few stores after we ate.  i thought i would have to run to the toilet in the first one, so we came home.  then, this morning, bridon said his stomach hurt.  he was on the toilet twice.  then we needed to load up to take ben to get his pickup at the shop.  bridon didn't make it.  he ran down the hall and had diarreah all the way there.  i may never eat at jalepenos again.  i only eat the salad bar and bread at the spot pizza in marsing.  not overly delicious to start with and then bentley threw up the pizza last winter all over his bed and floor.  no pizza for me unless i am desperate!  anyhow, bridon took a bath and said his tummy quit hurting.  he and bentley got to ride 2 rounds on the corn truck with ben this afternoon, with no ill effects and NO swear words from his momma!