Sunday, January 30, 2011


Did you ever do something that you wished others hadn`t seen?

I`ll admit I do such things quite frequently, generally though I`m lucky enough not to have witnesses that will not let me live it down. Seeing as how this episode of Feralism was darn funny, and since everyone that I know will hear about it later, I figured I may as well just tell the tale now to ensure the facts are straight.

Yesterday was another in a line of pretty busy days. Mister and I and Miss Yodeling piled into the car to buy some groceries and make some other stops. Mister wanted to stop at our local feed-store to see if chick order forms were in yet (They weren`t) since he wants to purchase some broad-breasted turkey poults. I also had a stop or two to make before we hit the Weis.

Now I`m one of them folks that likes to chat when I stop into one of our small-town stores and I am also a writer, which basically means I like to talk a lot and my mind wanders. After having a nice chat with the clerk about it being her birthday and how she was still nursing a cold, I grabbed up my little purchase and headed out the door. My mind was somewhere else I admit it. More than likely in some far off place where pixies or fairies roam or mayhap even plotting out some future storyline or spicy romantic encounters for my characters-I do shop and plot. I also drive and plot, sleep and plot and eat and plot.

I walked up to our car, lost in the random meanderings of my fictional world and tugged on the car handle, fully intending to hand my little bag to Miss Yodeling. It was then, when the back door refused to open that reality shoved that toasty scene with a tall vampire and a winsome heroine in a stone bathtub away rudely. It actually took me a second as I wondered why my kid locked the door to understand that the car door I was yanking on so violently wasn`t our car door at all.

By this time I could hear my husband and child in the gold car next to this strangers gold car laughing hysterically. The tears were rolling as I stepped with as much regality as I could from this unknown person’s car to ours. Mister, after he gathered himself enough to be able to speak, said he had thought to warn me not to go to the gold car next to us, but he assumed I would be offended that he would question my higher brain functions in such a manner.

By this time I was laughing as hard as they were at my own huge slip in brain power. Darn those sexy vampires in steaming water anyways! Oh well, at least the family got a belly-laugh out of my distraction as did I. And to the stranger with the gold car I do apologize but wish to tell you that your locks work really well!

So what have you all been up to lately? Hopefully it wasn’t as embarrassing as what I`ve been doing!

Also a big yodel of welcome to Ain`t for City Gals!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

One Liners-1/26

'Private Trinity reporting for corn bucket carrying duty Sirrah!'

As always everyone is encouraged to play along! Just put your one-liner in with your comments!

Monday, January 24, 2011

I`ve come to a conclusion

This conclusion is that men tend not to pay strict attention to women when we speak. What brings me to this conclusion is the fact that not just three days ago I said to Ole Man Winter that enough was enough. Apparently he had his selective hearing on just as Mister Yodeling does at times, because this morning we woke up to find the temperature was at a balmy -18 F.

So from now on I will have to speak louder it seems. I forsee a goodly amount of high-toned yodeling discsussions in the near future. I thought I`d share some pictures I managed to snap as I did the warm-water runs this morning. Even the camera refused to work well due to the cold, so I only got this one picture of Patty from a distance. His nose though is covered with frost! Poor cow-man!

Chilly goats trying to get warm in the sunshine.

Anakin says this weather stinks and is giving the cold a good raspberry!

Calliope, Freya and Persephone are wondering when the heck spring is going to arrive!

Jennifer and her son Ares are just going to chow down and stay inside it seems.

I think I`ll be doing just what Jennifer and Ares are doing, staying inside and trying to get my digits thawed! *Grabs a cup of fresh coffee and sighs blissfully*

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Welcome my friends, welcome!

Welcome to the Waterfowl Riviera Spa, a wonderful get-away location suited to and for the fantasies of waterfowl!

The Waterfowl Riviera Spa is just a short waddle from any poultry coop and includes the following amenities at no cost to our web-footed friends-

Fresh bedding courtesy of Sir Patrick of Moo for those with chilly webs to recline upon and absorb the glorious January sun! Watering dishes filled with warm water twice daily that should tempt any goose or duck in for a relaxing bath even if temps are down below zero! And of course the food! Breakfast consists of fresh water and a heaping helping of mash. Dinner is served on the fresh bedding and is a sumptuous meal of soaked whole kernel corn! An epicurean delight to please any discriminating bill!

And of course the view! What can we here at the Waterfowl Riviera Spa say about the view?! It is simply glorious as you can see, with a stunning outlook of the old propane tank that has yet to retrieved by the propane company!

Also in the dazzling vista afforded those who are elite enough to stay at the Waterfowl Riviera Spa is the back of a lovely mobile home, complete with buckled skirting and snow piled along walkways!

Advance reservations are recommended but not necessary. The management accepts no responsibility for pinched tail feathers that new guests may incur.

So come! Come and enjoy a day at the Waterfowl Riviera Spa!


A big yodel of welcome goes out to Mandy! Welcome to the wacky world we live in here on the Hillside Farm!

Friday, January 21, 2011

Okay Ole Man Winter!

Enough is enough already!

Morning gang let me shovel a path so you can get in. Just park your sled and dogs beside the front porch.

Hope this chilly day finds you all hale and hearty! Here in the north-central part of PA it finds us, yet again, digging out. This is what we got overnight while we slumbered.

The only good thing I can think of to say about the steady snows is that…..well, I`ve run out of nice things to say about the snow it seems. I`d shake my fist at Ole Man Winter but he doesn`t seem to care what a stout little goatherder thinks about his fluffy stuff.

School is cancelled for the day, so at least me and Miss Yodeling will be having some serious video game time. And the dogs will enjoy the new snowfall. Trinity loves to roll about in the snow although Tinker has trouble getting his plumbing above snow-level. The cats are torn between stepping out into the white stuff or staying inside where it’s warm. Lucius did venture out for a bit then came racing back to the front door, after which he got in his orange box and sat looking at me as if I could make the icky stuff dissipate.

I would like to mention that I did have a cat-bed that neither cat would use. When we got our fruit order from Miss Yodeling`s FFA chapter the cats fell in love with an empty orange box. To the point that they now fight over who gets to sleep in the orange box! So I gave up, got rid of the perfectly pretty cat-bed and placed an old scatter rug in the orange box. Go figure. So yeah, I have half an orange box in my living room. It don`t bother me any since I have had brood boxes filled with chickens and an occasional goat kid using my sofa to play a game of ‘King of the couch’.

I recall one time we had hatched pheasant eggs in the incubator and had about twenty chicks in the huge white brood box in our living room. We of course didn`t know that pheasant chicks can fly pretty darn well at just a few weeks old. We were used to hatching chickens and ducks. Every single time you would open that lid to clean the box and give them fresh water and feed those little blighters would explode from the box like a swarm of angry mud wasps! And there would be the dogs…waiting….bird dogs trained to hunt pheasant….talk about a flail trying to round up chicks while the dogs were trying to round up chicks! But I digress yet again…..

What was I complaining about originally? Ah yes, snow. Mister did get off to work this morning at 4 so I`ll trudge out later to plow the driveway for him this afternoon. We have a really nifty little plow on the four-wheeler and it’s more like playing than actual work, at least I think so. Of course, I only have to do our driveway, he has to do all the paths and then go down to plow out his mother.

So I guess I had best make another run to the stove room to toss a few logs into the woodstove. I shall leave you all with the image of the path made by a Hobbit up the hill to do the birds. Please do note that there is no sign of said Hobbit falling to her rump. My chest swells with pride at my nimbleness.

Okay, maybe our little Shire DOES look kind of pretty with fresh snow, but I`m still cross with Old Man Winter and am ordering a dose of summer for tomorrow! Who`s with me?!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Elvis and his pelvis

*Stares at picture with dreamy expression*

Oh, uhm howdy gang! You know I really get distracted far too easily. I`ll start out on a road of straight thought and/or action and somehow by the time I`m done I`ve ended up in Saskatchewan with a moose riding shotgun. Where the moose came from I don`t know and how he managed to fit into my thought-truck with such a wide set of antlers is anyone`s guess! But I digress….

What I wanted to relay before the moose climbed into the passenger seat was how easily I get side-tracked. Yesterday was a prime example. I had posted my pictures here about Poe and the snowmouse, whittled a bit on some fiction, ran an errand and returned home to have lunch. After chatting on Facebook with some comic buddies I saw that the dogs had not dusted the living-room as I had requested before I left. (It`s so hard to find good domestic help these days.)

So with my dusting plans made I forced myself to grab my yellow duster and advanced on the dust.

“Wait!” I said to myself,” Why don`t we put some tunes on? Work goes much better with music!”

I may have been stalling but that`s not the point. I padded over to the entertainment center, rummaged through the stacks of CD`s, yellow duster under my arm, and found a two disc set of the King`s greatest hits.

“Viva Las Vegas!” I shouted and slipped the first CD in.

As ‘Hound Dog’ blared from the speakers I danced around dusting. Yes I do dance and dust simultaneously. Bootie shaking enhances the dusting process I firmly believe. I had worked my way over one end-table and lamp, the coffee-table and the drop-leaf between our recliners. ‘The Wonder of You’ slowed me down some as I battled the goose-bumps the King`s voice gave me. I lightly dusted the desktop and wafted the duster over the entertainment center. No I did not make my collection of Marvel action figures dance but Nick Fury did sway slightly to and fro.

Then ‘Bossa Nova Baby’ came on. I had to imitate the Kings moves. It`s a law that if Elvis is singing and rotating that pelvis you MUST copy his moves. (Well, if it`s not a law it darn well should be!)

Sadly as I was bossa novaing my phone rang and I had to scurry to crank down the volume, catch my breath and try to sound normal when I picked up the phone. It was my dad calling. We chatted for a good long while and I`m very happy to report he is feeling super as his cancer regime goes on. After the call dinner needed to be decided upon so I tossed my duster under the kitchen cabinet and moved on.

Fast forward to last night.

There I am with my well-worn copy of Dark Lover pushed to the end of my nose (I`m re-reading Wrath`s story simply because I love those Brother`s so!) when I reach over to turn on another lamp. One sometimes ain`t enough I`ll admit it. Between the bifocals and the grime on my spectacles since I tend to forget to wash them it’s a wonder I can see my hand in front of my face at times! Chicken feed is darn dusty!

When I turned the light on I found, much to my chagrin, that I had completely missed dusting a whole end-table and lamp! I quickly covered the gaffe in my mind by turning the lamp off, making the beagle move and cramming my butt into the other side of the couch. I`ll have to finish the job today. So my one dusty table and lamp is due to Elvis, his pelvis, and the way my mind wanders down side-roads.

*Glances out kitchen window* Was that a moose??

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

There may be snow on the muzzle.....

.....Literally and figuratively, but there`s still puppy in the heart! This is our old gal Poe chasing the elusive and transparent snowmouse while she was out helping do chores yesterday. Who says having bad hips has to side-line you from the fun things in life??

'Methinks me hears the squeak of the snowmouse!'

'I shall close in using my advanced canine hearing! Silence ducks! You are not aiding in the sound receptor aspect of my stalk!'

'Now t`is necessary to block the rascal with both front paws.'

'Then burrow your head into the snowbank!'

Although the mysterious and unseen snowmouse escaped her this time, I`m pretty sure Poe will be on the lookout for him again!

Monday, January 17, 2011

Remembering the man and his words

I`d like to give a warm yodel of welcome to Judy from Judy`s Corner as well this morning.

Friday, January 14, 2011

A Before-Your-Timer

Howdy gang! Guess I had best try to explain that header huh?

As I grow to be more of a classic I find myself saying ‘This or that was before your time’ to Miss Yodeling more and more. When the heck did my time become before her time? Must have been about the same time a check-out clerk at Wal-Mart first called me Ma`am. Or when Mister and I went out to celebrate our anniversary and no-one carded me to ensure I was over twenty-one when I ordered a glass of red wine. Or possibly when the mailman began delivering brochures from AARP and I actually started reading them because you know…..three months and the big 50 shall be upon me.

Anydoodles, back to the latest ‘This was before your time’ I was talking about before I began to ramble. The past two days have been spent with my daughter. Wednesday we had a snow day. We had been all sorts of excited, thinking we`d have all day to play video games and chat about boys and what-not. As the day went on Miss Yodeling felt worse and worse. By Wednesday night her throat was so sore she sounded as if she had swallowed glass. Yesterday she stayed home from school to rest.

Since she was home she and I once more had all day to twiddle away the time, so we sat down to watch some episodes of one of our favorite shows ‘Who`s line is it anyway’ on YouTube. During one of the many episodes we watched as she recuperated Drew Carry made an offhanded remark that went something like this….

“Just send in a Polaroid of yourself naked and we`ll get back to you!”

Miss Yodeling looked over at me as I snorted and with sincerity etched onto her face asked…

“What`s a Polaroid?”

“It`s a camera that we used to use back in the day that would spit out this undeveloped picture.”

Blank look from the young miss followed by sigh from the classic miss.

“It was really fun to sit around and watch the picture develop.”

Arched brow from the young miss followed by a roll of eyes from the classic miss.

“It was before your time.”

Ah well, at least some of us remember what a Polaroid is right?????

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

A Winter Ramble

Afternoon all, come on in and have a fresh cup.

Things on the hillside farm have been pretty darn snowy today! Overnight we got a dumping of about 4 inches of the fluffy stuff. That of course meant a snow-day for Miss Yodeling. You know as I grow older I begin to wish there were more snow days to spend with my daughter. As I sit here, cup in hand, I can recall when she was younger and that announcement would come over the radio. I would sigh and chug down another cup, knowing my day would be filled with trying to entertain a six year old.

Not that I or any mother doesn`t love our children, for we do, but the difference between six and fourteen is astounding! Now mom doesn`t have to entertain her. Now it seems, I tend to go looking for her to try to lure her away from her friends and IM chats to play with me! Funny how the years subtly change our way of thinking isn`t it?

Also as I was meandering mentally whilst sipping my beloved brew I stumbled upon how winter seems to make us pine for spring. I admit it freely-I have had enough already thank you very much Old Man Winter! I want to be able to step outside in just my t-shirt and not freeze my assets off! I want to play with goat kids in fresh grass! I want to see spring peeps scurrying across the yard after their moms! I want to go down the road to my mother-in-laws and sit on her glider with Mister and just watch the hummingbirds.

As I walked down that path of thought I somehow ended up with this random memory. I suppose it could have been due in part to thinking about my mother-in-laws porch in the summer, or it could simply have been due to the way my mind works. It don`t stay on a set trail…..It kind of dances and jukes from one thing to another like a drunken frog in mid-day traffic.

I recalled my grandmother’s front porch. I was just a child of course but her front porch also held wonderful things. It was completely enclosed. The fear of stinging insects must be genetic. As wide as her house it was and crammed with every kind of swing and chair and table she could cram. All the chairs and swings were covered with old blankets, no matter the season. To this day I can still smell the mixture of moth balls and old wooden floors and how the musty smell of the basement underneath crept through up into the screened-in area.

I used to spend as much time as I could during my childhood at my grandmother`s. I was quite the princess in their eyes, being the only grand-daughter. My grandfather was particularly enamored of me. Yeah I was the apple of his eye without a doubt. Popeye as I used to call him would go to whatever lengths were necessary to please his grand-daughter, a trait all grandparent`s possess I know. When I was there for a week or so you didn`t have to look too hard to find Popeye. He would be with me either in their pool or riding the rides at Hershey Park a large amusement park near Harrisburg where they lived.

Or he would be with me on their front porch. There we would be, Popeye and me, with all manner of doll houses and dolly clothes and stuffed animals. The heady aroma of lilacs would blow in through the screens as he sat on the floor despite his aching knees to play. Sometimes on grandma`s front porch we would make tents out of her blankets which always got her goat for grandma liked things just so! How he managed to crawl about under blankets playing whatever game I wished to play I`ll never know but he did.

So somehow the snow that fell overnight led me to grandmother’s front porches. I know, it`s quite the leap isn`t it? Even Miss Yodeling asked how I got from snow to her great-grandparent`s porch. I couldn`t really say how I got there but there I got there just the same. Maybe it was just the recollections of spring and the want of warm weather that made me recall the warmth of grandparent`s, front porches and how much love they heap onto their grandchildren.

Loving grandmas and Popeye`s, even in memories, can warm the most blustery of winter days.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

One Liners-1/11

'Put down the camera and unfreeze the pond!!'

As always everyone is encouraged to play along! Just put your one-liner for the picture above in with your comments!

Also a big yodel of welcome to Mimi FoxMorton and Tscrew! Thanks for signing up and welcome to the Hillside Farm! (Knowledge of yodeling or goatherding is not required to join in the silliness.)

Monday, January 10, 2011

Rooster Rhymes

I am a little rooster

The hens call me C.B.

I may be small in stature

But that don`t bother me

I greet the sun each morning

My crow is strong and proud

I tend to all my ladies

And the leave the girls quite wowed

So don`t simply dismiss me

Due to my bantam size

For I am thrice the lover

Of roosters twice my size!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Tools Explained

Hey gang! Hope you`re staying warm and dry. It`s snowing here on the hillside farm again and while I wait for Mister to come home from hunting with a buddy I thought I`d pass this along to y`all. This came in an e-mail and was just SO funny and SO true Mister and I both roared at it, especially the very last tool description!



DRILL PRESS-A tall upright machine useful for suddenly snatching flat metal bar stock out of your hands so that it smacks you in the chest and flings your beer across the room, denting the freshly painted project which you had carefully set in the corner so nothing could get to it.

WIRE WHEEL: Cleans paint off bolts and then throws them somewhere under the workbench with the speed of light. Also removes fingerprints and hard-earned calluses from fingers in about the time it takes you to say ‘Oh Sh—!’

SKILL SAW: A portable cutting tool used to make studs too short.

PLIERS: Used to round the heads off of bolts. Sometimes used in the creation of blood blisters.

BELT SANDER: An electric sanding tool commonly used to convert minor touch-ups into major refinishing jobs.

HACKSAW: One of a family of cutting tools built on the Ouija board principle. It transforms human energy into a crooked, unpredictable motion, and the more you attempt to influence its course, the more dismal your future becomes.

VISE-GRIPS: Generally used after pliers to completely round off bolt heads. If nothing else is available, they can also be used to transfer intense welding heat to the palm of your hand.

OXYACETYLENE TORCH: Used almost entirely for lighting various flammable objects in your shop on fire. Also handy for igniting the grease inside the wheel hub out of which you want to remove a bearing race.

TABLE SAW: A large stationary power tool commonly used to launch wood projectiles for testing wall integrity.

HYDRAULIC FLOOR JACK: Used for lowering an automobile to the ground after you have installed your new brake shoes, trapping the jack handle firmly under the bumper.

BAND SAW: A large stationary power saw primarily used by most shops to cut good aluminum sheet into smaller pieces that more easily fit into the trash can after you cut on the inside of the line instead of the outside edge.

TWO-TON ENGINE HOIST: A tool for testing the maximum tensile strength of everything you forgot to disconnect.

PHILLIPS SCREWDRIVER: Normally used to stab the vacuum seals under lids or for opening old-style paper-and-tin oil cans and splashing oil on your shirt; but can also be used, as the name implies, to strip out Phillips screw heads.

STRAIGHT SCREWDRIVER: A tool for opening paint cans. Sometimes used to convert common slotted screws into non-removable screws and butchering your palms.

PRY BAR: A tool used to crumple the metal surrounding that clip or bracket you needed to remove in order to replace a 50 cent part.

HOSE CUTTER: A tool used to make hoses too short.

HAMMER: Originally employed as a weapon of war, the hammer nowadays is used as a kind of divining rod to locate the most expensive parts adjacent the object we are trying to hit.

UTILITY KNIFE: Used to open and slice through the contents of cardboard cartons delivered to your front door; works particularly well on contents such as seats, vinyl records, liquids in plastic bottles, collector magazines, refund checks, and rubber or plastic parts. Especially useful for slicing work clothes but only while in use.

SON-OF-A-BITCH TOOL: Any handy tool that you grab and throw across the garage while yelling 'Son of a BITCH!' at the top of your lungs. It is also, most often, the next tool that you will need.


I hope you and your hubbies get a laugh from those! I`d like to also give a yodel of welcome to Texwisgirl and Ellie Great for stopping in! Howdy and welcome to the hillside farm!

Oh! And yesterday the writing won out! And as you can see I`m not doing much with the dust cloth and/or mop today either.

Can y`all just feel the regret in my voice??

Friday, January 7, 2011

A quiet winter day

Morning! Shake off the snow and have a seat, the coffee`s just about done perking.

Looks like a quiet day on the hillside farm for me today. We got a fresh blanket of snow overnight, not enough to cancel or delay school much to Miss Yodeling`s dismay, but enough to keep this old-I mean classic-goatherder home.

I had plans to go to the grocery store and stop to buy dog licenses but tomorrow looks like a better day for gadding in my humble.

Speaking of dogs, the little pup we found last weekend was taken to the S.P.C.A. on Wednesday. As much as I hate to do that to any animal we simply couldn`t keep her. Three dogs and two cats plus three humans makes for a very full mobile home. After travelling our neighborhood all day Sunday and no-one showing up to inquire about a lost dog, Mister and I concluded she was dropped off. The attendant at the local shelter scoured her lost and found reports to no avail.

I know I`ve ranted about this before when someone dumped Lucius off in our driveway but I feel the need for the soapbox once more. It`ll be short I promise.

Why in the world do people take puppies and/or kittens then when they begin to turn into dogs/cats toss them aside like a bag of fast-food garbage?! Dogs and cats are not disposable. Before you-And I am speaking to those who throw away pets here like old newspapers-think to bring that adorable kitten or puppy home, think. Think and try to be responsible. A dog or cat is a lifetime commitment. If you are not ready to provide a home, food, medical care and love to the precious little fluffball then do not take it home! If you find later that you can`t handle having the dog or cat be an adult. Cough up the ten dollars the humane society asks for drop-offs and turn the animal over. At least your dog or cat may be able to find a loving home as opposed to being hit by a car, starving to death, catching and/or possibly spreading infectious diseases and reproducing with abandon.

*Exhales slowly* Okay, I`m stepping off that box now. I hope the pup finds a home. She was a very sweet and timid girl, young also, so I pray her chances are good.

Moving on past my rant things here are darn peaceful. The goats are gestating. Kids won`t arrive for another couple of months. My mother-in-law went on Wednesday to have carpal tunnel surgery on her right hand so Mister and I are tending her coal stove for her twice a day. I go after the bus leaves in the morning and we have a nice sit down with a cup of …..You guessed it, coffee!

My dad got some bad news last week. His cancer is back and he is slated to begin chemotherapy this week. Since he battled this nasty thing before with chemo they`re going to give him pills this time and adjust as he goes through the therapy. God bless him though he is going into it with fighting spirit! Let`s hope this time they can kill those horrid cancer cells and that the chemo doesn`t knock him down too badly. I know how he cherishes his independence.

What else is there to chat about?? My writer`s group was last night and as always was quite fun. We meet the first Thursday of every month at our local library and read what we are working on. This allows us to get feedback and tips that are really valuable! Last night we had 5 at our group. It`s not large but it is a good group with some fiction writers and a couple of poets, a very nice blend and a great group of scribes!

I`d like to give a welcoming yodel to Sarah Rachele for dropping in for a visit! Welcome to the hillside farm!

Looks like I done talked myself out. It does happen once and awhile despite what my hubby may say otherwise. Since I`m staying home I`m torn….strip the beds or write a bit of fiction. Hmmmmm.

Which do you think it will be? *Winks impishly*

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Painted Toes

Painted Toes

Fiction by Feral


I recalled her arriving behind me as I had just turned the bubbling pot of potato’s down. Dinner would be late again I knew and blew out a rush of exasperated air. I turned at the incessant tugging of my shirt and looked down at her. There she stood, cheeks round and dimpled, eyes wide with anticipation, chubby fingers clutched tightly around a bottle of crimson nail polish.

“Paint my toes Mama?!” she asked with the gush of excitement only a four-year old can possess after a long day. She shoved the tiny red bottle skyward. I smiled weakly.

“You mean paint your toenails don`t you?” I asked as starch began to solidify on my range-top. Her golden head bobbed a yes.”Can we do it later baby? Mommy has to get the—“

Her face fell instantly. My heart sank just as quickly. I decided that dinner could wait another five minutes. We went into the living-room and began the pedicure. Her tiny toes were not easy to beautify! They kept wriggling and she kept giggling. It wasn`t the best pedicure in the world but she seemed thrilled. I heard a spurt of potato water hit the stove as I sat on my calves in front of our sofa.

“Now me paint your toes Mama!” she gushed.

I hesitated slightly imagining the job she would do. I had seen her artwork on the walls. Lines meant nothing to my daughter when she sat down, tongue firmly between teeth, to color in her coloring books. Again it was those eyes that drew me in. I peeled off my socks as she squealed in joy. I sat down in her now empty seat.

“I do good Mama! I paint your toes pretty!” she exclaimed as she loaded, and I do mean loaded, the nail polish brush.

By the time my pedicure was completed the coffee-table was speckled with dots of scarlet and my left toe was glued to the toe directly beside it. Ah but she was so proud of her work! It shined in her eyes. Illuminated her face and warmed my heart.

Funny how that same scenario occurred just the other night, although the potato`s cooking over thankfully weren`t part of the picture. Ten years had passed in the blink of a mother`s eye. I looked up from my book to see my daughter come pattering from her room, or her den as her father and I call it at times, to sit down beside me on the couch. In her hand she held a small bottle of purple nail polish.

“Would you paint my toes?” she asked from behind a fall of safflower hair.

I shook off the shock. We hadn`t done this since she was small, her skills at make-up, hair and other such womanly things had bloomed and she didn`t require her mother’s assistance anymore. I wasn`t sure what prompted her to ask. Maybe she had suffered though a tough day in high school. Mayhap she had grown bored with her texting and her instant messaging. Yeah right mom I chided myself mentally. Or maybe she simply wanted a small moment to cling to her mom and her childhood. Lord knows it was slipping away too rapidly for her parents likes.

“Only if you paint mine in return,” I answered and laid my novel aside.

As the tiny brush moved over her toenails we chatted about school, boys, mid-terms, boys, music, boys….you know-the things that are important to a nearly fifteen year old girl. Her pedicure was done and she smiled at my handiwork.

“I haven`t lost my touch,” I remarked then flopped my feet onto her denim-covered thighs.

Tongue between teeth she slowly began my pedicure. Her father walked past as she worked diligently on my big toe. He stopped to ask how she could manage to even see my toes with her hair in her eyes. She lifted her head to reply, her grip on my toe slipped and a swatch of purple polish slathered down between my toes. She gasped. I gasped. Then we two girls broke into a fit of giggles that the poor man of the house didn`t even try to comprehend. Tears streamed down our cheeks. By the time the giggle fit was over my toes were plastered together yet again.

It was then, at that very moment, that I looked at the child/young adult/woman and had a thought slam into my head.

“Tell you what,” I managed to say around the lingering snorts,” You come back here in ten years and we`ll do this again.”

She looked at me in that way teenagers have of looking at their addled parents, but her head nodded just the same.

“Yeah sure mom,” she said then set off to find the nail polish remover and a cotton ball.

I hope that she remembers her vow. I hope that collage, work, possibly hundreds of miles and perhaps even a fiancée or husband don`t push our ten year pedicure date aside.

I look forward to painted toes.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

One Liners-1/5

'I think I need to start using Head & Shoulders again.'

As always anyone who reads along is encouraged to participate! Simply leave your one-liner in the comments section.

A big 'Thanks Kiddo' goes to Miss Yodeling for my new header! I love it! You`re the cats pajama`s kid. *Big Mom hug*

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Dog Found

Morning all! This is a shout-out to my neighbors who read along here and on Facebook. Last night Mister Yodeling found this pup down on our road at the end of our driveway. She`s in very good condition and doesn`t appear to have been running for too long. We guess she may be 3-4 months old, is very affectionate to people, other dogs and cats. She didn`t have a collar or any kind of ID at all.

If anyone close-by knows who this sweetie belongs to please pass this along, or call us so we can get ahold of her owners.

Also I`d like to give a welcoming yodel to Claire the Shepherdess and Mary Ann! Howdy and welcome to the hillside farm!

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy 2011!!

*Tosses confetti into air and breaks into goatherder clog dance*

Happy New Year all! May the upcoming year be wondrous and prosperous for you and your loved ones! I hope this New Year finds y`all hale and hearty. I can tell you it`s finding me rather full and no, despite what Mister Yodeling may say, I`m not full of that! At the moment I`m stuffed to the gills on corned beef and cabbage. Our brisket came out wonderfully! I really enjoyed it a great deal. Mister Yodeling said he thought perhaps the cinnamon was a little stronger than he would have liked though. Next time I make brine I`ll omit the cinnamon I think.

It`s been a nice quiet time here on the hillside farm over the past two days. Yesterday we were up and at `em at 7 in the morning to butcher roosters. Oh the fun we have here at times boggles my mind. We ended up with 25 roosters to process. No wonder the hens were up in arms-or wings I guess I should say. We now have four fellows to woo and romance the hens, and grateful men they are let me tell you!

Although being up that early enabled us to catch this beautiful sunrise, so there are good things to be said about being up with the chickens! If you look closely you can see the moon and to the left of the moon was a brilliant star.

After the butchering was done I ran to town to get my groceries. I took the car because I have doubts about my trucks tire. Can you believe that Mister took it off, filled it with air and it held?! Something is quite odd about that if you ask me. Methinks it was perhaps the anti-shopping imps that sabotaged my tire last week. It bears watching.*Glances out front window at suspicious tire*

Last night to celebrate hubby and I went out to dinner then to the movies. We were home by nine. We are party animals. Actually I prefer to leave the roads to the over-indulgers and the state police.

Today, the first day of 2011, we rolled out hung-over from the popcorn and the extra-large Diet Pepsi at the theater and gave the goats a treat! Yup, it was time for their New Year worming!

I bet they thought they were getting left-over flat champagne or something, but all they got was a lower eyelid check and a nice gulp of Ivomec.

My senior buck Anakin, as you can see, said he would have much preferred the flat bubbly. He is a head-shaker. Oh yeah, you fellow caprine raisers know what I mean don`t you?

Once he has the wormer in his mouth he`ll shake his head violently to fling it, and the always present cud he burps up, into your face, hair, eyes and earholes if you turn your head. No kidding, I have had Ivomec inside my earholes at times. At least my ear will be worm free I suppose. *Sighs*

Of course, some of the pampered ones who live here *cough* Calliope & Freya* cough* got special attention. The Fabulous Flying Freya here with her assistant got to cleanse her palate with some pine needles. Nothing like the scent of pine to freshen up a goatie smile!

Oh! Yesterday our new Hoegger`s catalog arrived in the mail! Land sakes but I love to page through Hoegger`s and dream. I already have a couple items on my wish list and am only on page 27!

I MUST get me some of those paper neckbands for the kids that you can write on! Fifteen kids that all look like tiny little cookie-cutters of their father gets darned frustrating when you need to know who is who. I may even buy both sizes and replace them when the kids get older!

Now that the corned beef is cooked and the dishes done I think I`ll mosey off to visit with some of my favorite blogs, maybe go check my virtual tomato`s on Farmville and take a nice long bubble bath.

How did everyone spend their first day of this New Year??