Don't read this
Mood:  happy
Topic: It's all about me
I have pretty new chonies on and you are so jealous.

This is so wrong, looking at it should send you directly to hell
Mood:  d'oh
Topic: Nothing in particular

Completely pointless post
Mood:  party time!
Topic: Nothing in particular
I'm getting a nice drunk on tonight. First time in quite a while actually. Bacardi Big Apple with generic lemon-lime soda - I'm on #3 right now. This stuff is actually better than Apple Pucker because it's not quite so sour on my stomach.

The bottle is half empty. That isn't a pessimistic statement, it's a progress statement. Goodbye rum.

Fuctup
Mood:  d'oh
Topic: Various webshit
This little confession got me seriously giggling. People post the weirdest shit on that site.

Poisonous rainbows
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Life in Texas
We have 13 cows now - just got 2 more little peanuts this weekend. The herd has eaten the back yard down to nubs, and the big field is nice and green and ready for pasture. Well, except for the whole fence thing.

We drove around the perimeter to find out why the fence wasn't as hot as it should be, and discovered that the stupid bindweeds out of the roadside ditch are so thick that they're taking over the hotwire. This means spraying. We bought some jugs of Roundup and a lawnmower battery, filled up the sprayer deal in the back of the pickup, and I walked the edge of the field spraying weeds. I suppose I should be happy for the exercise at any rate - at least it wasn't difficult or anything.

We got the majority of it this weekend. You have no idea how much friggin' spray it takes to get the fence line of a 40 acre field. We're figuring on checking it out on Wednesday to make sure it's all wilting and spot spraying any bastard weeds that didn't have the decency to get a lethal dose the first time. If it all works out the cattle will be out in the big field by next weekend.

Clogging my arteries, all for my faithful readers
Mood:  hungry
Topic: Totally Betty
The United had a sale on Ben & Jerry's, so of course I had to go apeshit and stock up the freezer. Their selection was kinda blah, but there were a couple flavors I figured I just had to let you guys know about, just in case you have not yet tried them.

Dig in...

Ooo pretty
Mood:  smelly
Topic: Self-referential topic
Got tired of that plain brown wrapper look and decided to update the look around here. Of course, I've been wanting to do this for a while, but that plain look was the only acceptable template that Tripod had in their list. Yes, I'm too lazy to figure out how to make my own blog style thingy. This one is called 'Camo' and I think it looks pretty zippy, even if the dividers are goofy little lines of stars. It would be nice to have some sort of Random Commentary banner at the top, but we'll survive without it. Remember - too lazy to do it myself.

Babies!
Mood:  special
Topic: Life in Texas
No, not kittens - fish. See, we keep goldfish in the stock tank to eat mosquito larvae. We've had to buy a few dozen to keep them going, and when I go out to check the cattle I usually peep out the fish to see how they're doing.

Well a couple days ago I noticed that there were a few little teeny ones among the big fat ones. The only explanation is that they're actually breeding in there. The hubby always says "No they won't do that because they eat the babies" but there's no way any would have stayed that tiny since the last time we added new fish. I mean, this is why they lay masses of eggs, right? The power of survival through numbers.

So anyway, we have baby fish - at least for now. I'll have to peep in on them in a few days to make sure they didn't get eaten by the big ones.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang
Mood:  happy
Topic: Life in Texas
We have a new roof. Well, most of one anyway. The shingly bits aren't on but the actual wood part is up and being roofy. No, not like the date rape drug but like a structure that won't leak when it rains.

We've been waiting on this for weeks. We've been "on the top of my list" for most of that time. Then another handyman type guy comes around, gets us situated with a new back door and rail, and the hubby gets him paid up to get a new roof hammered on top of the house. (Oh, by the way, did I mention we have a new back door and a nice hand rail? Well we do, and they're quite nice.) A crew of guys showed up this morning and woke me up scraping and banging on the roof - and I was glad to hear it.

So I figure they should show up again some time tomorrow to stick the shingles on. Then, when they're done, I'll have to let the cattle out of their pen. Whee! New roof!

Well, so much for that project
Mood:  not sure
Topic: Head games
It looks like the blogging of Briar County Blues is at an end. This is due to missing archive posts, laziness on the part of yours truly as editor, and a feeling that it isn't necessary anyway. The game itself is still going fine. Slow, but fine.

Now I guess I can free up the time I wasn't using to edit it to not do some other writing project.