Happy Times

Some one recently requested I write about happy things....and I had to stop and think for a bit to really come up with something...a person gets in a rut and doesn't even realize it.  I forget to smile but I do remember how.

It isn't always easy being happy, especially with the shit life throws at us.  I do have some things in my life that make me smile though.... My husband can always make me smile when I am trying really hard to be mad at him...he'll say something so terribly inappropriate that I have to turn away or blow my cover...

Today we took two of our herd bull to the vet, they have both had some wierd thing going on with thier ears and we were worried that if there had been a fever they might be sterile....we solved the mystery about the ears and the semen tests were good...the old black bull is failing though every years his tests get worse and worse...this may be his last year breeding for us.  He did something that made me howl with laughter...ahahahha while they were measuring his testicals he coughed and covered the vet, his assistant and R with wet watery manure...ahhahaha and I mean covered...them , the floor, the walls and just about everything else in the clinic....except me...yes Jen there is a God after all... I, (for what ever karmic reason, I can't begin to understand) was standing off to the side and partially behind a solid panel... I thought the young male vet was going to toss his biscuit....yes throw up...it was on his face, running down his neck into his coveralls...he started dry heaving...and prancing around like a little girl thats seen a spider....he finally removed himself and came back 5 minutes later in a clean pair of coveralls...the assistant, she just kept working... I had to step outside to laugh or I would have bruised someone's ego...but it was sooooooo funny, the looks of surprise and dread on thier faces was priceless...normally it would have been me...so ya life is good..

I should have known it was going to be a good day because this morning when R slipped back into bed and woke me up with his heavy breathing...I layed there and felt so good for a change...no headache, nothing hurt and it was sooo nice.. i even said to R, that this so rarely happens I just wanted to lay there and savour the feeling and not get out of bed....it lasted for a whole half an hour...

Later this morning we were up at the barn tagging the new babies and I have a calf I give a bottle to twice a day...his mom is sick and not giving much milk. The cat that the nasty Tom used to beat up was lounging in the fresh straw at the big door of the barn....sunning himself...he usually had to skulk around and lived under a grainery to avoid the Tom

ahhhhhh life is good. even for the cats... I am sure will go to hell for all the animals I have had to shoot...but it is never without good reason...like the squirrel who chewed a hole in our soffitting and was absconding with mouthfulls of attic insulation...he looked like a grey bearded santa...the little beggar... shot him and put a hole in the carport roof doing it...we later found the nice old barn wood bird house I made stuffed with insulation.   Tomorrow I get to build something.... I love building..