Cow says moooo

Meet Farmer Singleton. Otherwise known as a bachelor who owns and operates a dairy farm along with his brother who is also a bachelor. As you probably guessed, that's not his real name. I don't remember it. I do remember the point in which grandma shared this information with me though and laughed in the process. Don't doubt that the thought of "sugar daddy....EWWWW" ran through my head!

Mrs. Cow. She prefers to be called Cowletta. Mrs. Cow just sounds so...defining and degrading. She prefers to be known for the traits that make her individualistic. She said she came from California where the "happy" cows are from. I didn't argue...Something tells me she was with-holding the truth.

Gosh, you would think they'd never seen a human before!

This picture didn't turn out so well. I hope you can see the look on her face!

This is where the milk comes to first once it's pumped out of the teats (sorry I had to use that word. I just couldn't refrain.) Pop was telling Karson to feel it and see how warm the pipe was.
Mr. Singleton getting SIX gallons of milk for grandma to take home!

I am totally secure in my manhood. A hat is a hat...flower or not.

This is how much cream we are going to skim off the top of the milk to make butter.

Butter goes into the churn. *edit*--cream goes into the churn!
Everybody gets their turn at the churn!

and Ta-dah! Butter! (No using of an electric mixer was used to speed up the process to get the final product...as far as anybody that left early was concerned...)

With a little salt added into the butter it tasted alright. If you had grown up on the stuff it probably would have tasted even better. I don't have any pictures of the cottage cheese we made. Don't worry, you are not missing anything!

I hope you have enjoyed this educational experience. I am anticipating colleges from across the nation to contact me for use of this highly in depth documentary based on the making of butter.

Be nice to your car. Or else!

What you are about to witness is the curse of the car gods. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought there was such things and they were out to get me!

Story one:

Drove to Lexington KY to do field work. On the way home, 20 minutes outside of Lexington, my check engine light decided to come on as well as a blinking transmission light. Blinking lights usually mean bad things. Called dad. Dad looked up a Honda dealer. Slowly drove myself and two classmates back about 15 minutes of what we had just drove. Paid 90 bucks for the dealership to tell me I needed to have my transmission rebuilt.--Not happening. After seeking advice from several skilled drivers (dad, two guys from class) my transmission could go out tomorrow, or in two years--most likely the later...so...shwww! Not exactly sure what triggered the light to come on?

Story Two:

This happened on my way home from school one day. Driving on the Interstate something flew off a camper and felt the need to hit my windshield. Thankfully it hit on the passenger side or I would have had a face full of glass! I got the camper to pull over. Couldn't prove that whatever hit me did in fact come off of their camper, so off they drove! I should have stalked them. They got off at our exit too!...

Story Three:

Borrowed Grandpa Burns' car until I could get my windshield fixed. It was a bit questionable the first time I borrowed it while deciding what to do with my transmission. However, desperate times called for desperate measures. The fact that is started after sitting a week with a foot of snow on it gave me some comfort...maybe too much! As it would happen, I decided to NOT get to school an hour early on Friday morning. So when I go out to start the car...I quickly regretted that decision! Yup-it didn't start. Nothing. Nadda. Zilch! Sooooooo, Thankfully, Grandma was out of town and Pop let me drive the Cruiser--even once grandma got home too--a whole week! Man was I styling! Made it to school about two minutes late...there may or may not have been speeding involved.

Dad and Karson fixing Grandpa's car.

Story Four:

Yup, there is another! A week after my windshield got busted, I was able to take it to get replaced. However, when I went out to start my car...Nothing. Nada. Zilch! It wanted to start but just couldn't do it! Seriously?! I wanted to cry...but all I could do was laugh! I mean really?! What did I do?! I faithfully put oil in my car in between every oil change. I try not to say mean things to it...try not to. Good news is, dad got home, went out and it started right up! I think it was just pulling my leg...or it could of had something to do with the puddle of antifreeze under it. Sorry world...I will be polluting you for awhile longer. As long as I have a gallon of antifreeze in my trunk, I will not be fixing my car. :( Unless dad can figure out where the leak is coming from and how hard it will be to fix.

Story Five:

Just kidding! That's all for now! I hope!!! My windshield is fixed and my car has started for the past six days...

Welp..I am off to the apartment...maybe!

When left alone this happens...

Due to circumstances which will be discussed in a future post this week, I arrived to class a few minutes late one morning. Fortunately, so did my instructor. Needless to say...it's a toss up between which one of us really holds the fort down...When we are away...the students will play...
This is what greeted me as soon as I walked in the door.


This is Bones, also know as Steve (no reference to my dad). Steve Bones joined our class from the very beginning. However, he always got left out, made to stand in the back, picked on, and only spoken to when people needed him. Seeing as there became an open seat in class, Bones decided to take action! He claimed that seat like it was nobody's business! It's a shame he only lasted one class. Turns out Bones was a funny character. However, he couldn't quite fit the dress code. No hats are allowed and he froze if he took his off. Anyhow, a few of his classmates jumped in for a picture before he took off!

How dare they! My neighbors moved leaving me without internet! Can you believe they would just up and leave without so much as a warning?! No goodbye, no weaning of the net...nothing! I hope when they find a new internet connection they miss all my log-ins to their internet.
Ok, Ok, I guess they didn't really know about our relationship--all those nights I eagerly checked to see how close our connection was and if I'd be able to get anything out of it, and believe me I did. OH well...who wants a one sided relationship anyways... But still! Time to breakdown and get Internet I suppose. Unless...I wonder what our new neighbors will be like? Will there be a connection? More than just two bars? Will they be Snobs, or sharers? Will they be too good for me? Will they let me take advantage of them and give nothing in return...wait...that sounds a lot like...Ok, ok...I'll quit.
I shal post with updates sometime when I have my computer and can post pics.
Topics will include:
The wrath of the Car gods (if I believed in such)
Bones, Steve Bones
Maple syrup
and anything else that may come up between now and then.
Enjoy the BEAUTIFUL WARM weekend!