Erick William - sweetest baby in the world

Love at first sight? This little man made me a believer. Erick William is absolutely perfect from his tiny fingers wispy brown hair to his perfect little nose and curled under little toes. Baby Erick is the cutest little man ever! Is it obvious yet? Can you not tell that I'm smitten?

How to survive an alien invasion

It's a bird! It's a plane No, it's... an alien space ship? There comes a time in everyones life when they are forced to consider what they would do in an invasion of extraterrestrial beings. Would you hide? Would you fight? Would you wait on the men in black to do their job? Through much consideration, I have devised a plan for survival in the case of an alien invasion. My plan is to flee.

No, I do not mean to go running, screaming through the streets causing mass confusion and terror. If the aliens invade earth, the most logical, obvious and practical option is to just leave. Pack up your family, your dog, your xbox, and grandma and get the heck out of there!

When the mass public becomes aware of alien life on planet earth, the men in black are no longer doing their job. And if Will Smith can no longer handle the alien invasion, do you really want to stay on planet earth? No. No you don't.

You don't want to stay on earth. The aliens have clearly left their planet vulnerable. This is an excellent opportunity! So, How would I survive an alien invasion? The answer is simple. In case of an alien invasion, dust off your space gear and fill rocket. When aliens take earth, take to space! The world of man is polluted. Global warming is real! DO not try to tell me that saving earth is better than racing space ships and mastering the arts of the Jedi! Leave the alien invasion to Dr. Who and just take a long, out of this world vacation.

school

First day back to school is always a lot of fun (I guess. this was actually my first time "back") I have a few rules for setting the pace for the school year and announcing myself to the classroom.

Rules:

1. find something profound your psych professor says and disagree. Start up a debate, even if you know you are wrong and WIN. example:

Prof. Kim: "If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it. Does it still make a sound? show of hands."
The whole class room (except for me) *raises hand*
Prof. Kim(clearly not seeing my limp hand) "So does anyone think it doesn't make a sound?"
Me: "I!!" *raises hand and stands up on chair* (When you are the only one, be sure to make yourself seem bigger)
Prof. Kim: "Ohh... umm... why do you say that?"
Me: well... I don't actually know, but I needed to make a splash in this class.... say something profound! "If you can't hear it... is it actually a sound? The definition of 'sound' is 'noise' or 'The sensation stimulated in the organs caused by hearing'. so if nobody hears it, it isn't sound."
Prof Kim: ".... that's right!"

Rule #2. Confuse the your English comp professor.

There is an unspoken rule in college: Sit in the same seat. Always. no matter what. this allows for the professors to associate you with a wall, window or table you like to sit by. I theorize that this will affect how your professor feels about you based on whether you choose to sit in his direct line of vision, by the ugly picture of hands on the wall, or in the sunlight so he can never see you without squinting. I decided to switch things up. First I sit in the back (twice... just to confuse him) then I move to the front. Then I move to the seat I sat in all of last semester. Walking into class on day 4 and 3rd seat, the professor decides to address my rebellion against "the rule".
Professor Cleek: "Umm... Mikaela, do you feel more 'at home' back at your old desk?"
Me: "Well, I just like to switch it up. I can never tell if you know my name because you actually know my name or if you know my name because I always sit in the same seat when you call role."
Prof. Cleek: "Actually I remember you as the girl who claimed to write an entire novel in 15 days, introduced yourself to the class as "Felicia Fancybottom", and wrote an essay about why Bigfoot was real."

Pshh.. yeah I did!

The Lord of the Jungle Book Land

IT is tradition in the Spaulding household to read a bed time story before putting the littles to bed. We have read through Dr. Doolittle, the Chronicles of Narnia, Huckleberry Finn and the current favorite: The Jungle Book. In a house of 12 kids, it is sometimes hard to keep your stories straight and this led to some confusion at the dinner table tonight.

Shannyn: "I have a pet dragon."
Elyse: :"Does is say 'RAWR'?"
Shannyn: "No, it camouflages. it says "Baaa" (We live on a dairy goat farm for anyone who didn't already know.)
Shannyn: "I feed it goats."
Mom: "one of the animals in the jungle book eats goats. Khan maybe."
Me: "Ohh I remember that book. My favorite character was the cobra that ate all the monkeys!"
Kyndra: "It was a boa."
Mom: "AHH!!! We haven't gotten that far yet!"
Me: "It wasn't a boa. it was a cobra and it ate all the monkeys after ripping down a wall and hypnotizing them all."
Kyndra:"Do you remember that one 'Jungle Book' movie where the boa was more like a dragon and it burrowed under the gold in the cave and ate people who came for the gold?"
Me "OHHH YEAH! Except for that one little guy who he couldn't see. Then the dragon snake woke up and flew out of the cave and the man in the water town shot him with his special arrow and he fell into the river and died."
Shain: "OH right and then the elves and goblins got in a fight and the dwarves died and then the eagles came and took moglei back to his town where he adapted and learned to live with the people."
Shannyn: "But then he went mad and chased a rabbit into a hole and got little."
Mom: "Then big."
Me: "then little again."
Shain: "And there was a war with the wicked queen and the mad hatter."
Me: "Off with he head - the end"
Kyndra:"...I don't think it happened that way. you guys must have your stories mixed up."

Somebody look it up. I'm pretty sure we fit Lord of the Rings, The Jungle Book and Alice in Wonderland all into one 6 minute conversation

Happy Easter!

Easter is a wonderful holiday. I love to reflect on the sacrifice that Jesus made and the victory He won. This year our family did a devotional walk through Jesus’s life leading up to the resurrection.

We had to straighten out Shain, who, on hear “Christ carried his cross to Calvary hill.” Chimed in with: “I thought he died on Boot hill?”
“Uhh… no.”
“Well who did then?”
“I don’t know, John Wayne maybe.”

And then there was Lance who had the creative idea of building our own cross to put in the front yard. It was nice. Dad and the boys worked hard building that cross and placing it in the front yard. I never suspected he had alternative motive till later when I heard mom yelling out the front door:
“Hey! Don’t crucify your brother! Put that hammer DOWN!”

Saturday evening we read about Christ’s crucifixion and resurrection. It was no surprise then that the boys knew the story well enough to correct the pastor, on Sunday morning.

Happy Easter everyone, I hope yours was as exciting as mine.

Brad Paisley-I'm Still A Guy (With Lyrics)

“Girls are harder than boys.” I heard a young mother tell her friend at the soccer field the other day. “With boys, you don’t have to deal with all the drama.”
I snorted in an attempted to conceal my laughter. It became clear to me as the two young mothers continued their conversation, simultaneously agreeing that girls were harder AND there was no mental difference between girls and boys besides how they are raised, that these women had not been parents long enough to know what they were talking about OR taken basic anatomy. Living in a large household, I have been able to witness firsthand the differences between girls and boys. It has NOTHING to do with how they are raised. Girls play house while boys fight zombie bears and girls dress like princesses while boys dress like ninjas and cowboys. There are times when the two seem to get roles mixed up and my little sisters play batman and robin or the boys demand a tea party. The idea that their minds work the same though, the idea is absurd to me. An example: yesterday while we were drawing pictures at the kitchen table, Lysee, Natylee, Naithen and Layne were all diligently designing their master pieces. After several moments of hard work, they brought them to my inspection. The conversation is as follows:
Natylee: “See! It is a princess and her knight in their castle. That is me and Nate!”
Me: “Is that his crown?” *points to bubbly thing on Nates head* where he hung suspiciously suspended several feet above “princess Natylee’s” head.
Natylee (age 4) : “No.” *rolls eyes* “That is his helmet. He is an astronaut!”
“OHhh… Lysee, what is yours?”
Lysee (age 2) “Natylee, Nate, me, flower, goat, baby…”
Naithen (age 6): “Mine is a man!”
I examine his carefully crafted picture for several moments, puzzling over the large black bump on his head.
“What is that bump?”
“Oh, he was bitten by a vampire.” Naithen flips the paper over to reveal a bloody battle scene on the other side.
“Ohh….”
Layne (age 8): “Do you know what mine is?” I glance at his image. The picture appears to be shot from the view of a man looking down the scope of a rifle at a very anatomically correct naked man.
“Uhh…”
He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. Laughing giddily he explains: “It is a naked man shaking his bum at another man, but the other guy has a gun… which he doesn’t know because he is to busy waving his bum.”
These children have all been raised by the same to parents in the same house with the same basic stories, schedule and nutrition.

Another example of the differences in the way men and women think is portrayed in this song which I find highly amusing by Brad Paisley. Country music never bothers to butter up the worlds issues or cater to the whiners. Men and women are different.

You can't park on a sidewalk

I don’t speed… let me rephrase. I don’t get caught by cops because cops scare me. I know, I know: Policemen are there to help us and protect us. That doesn’t mean they aren’t scary. Maybe I just have one of those faces. One of those faces that screams “Hey, I should be tossed in prison to rot because I parked my car on the crosswalk.”

But a girl can’t be too careful. I avoid police officers, not only because they stalk me and yell at me, but also because I have one of those faces.
At the library I was approached by a young girl (14 or so) she leaned against the shelf as I was neatening books and struck up a friendly conversation.
“So, they have you shelving books, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“I hate shelving. I would rather sort the dvds or anything else.”
“Yeah… it’s kinda boring.”
“So how often do you come for community service?”
“Oh, once a week.”
“That’s IT?! Wow, you got off easy.”
*shrugs* “Well, it’s just going to take me longer to get in my hours.”
“How many hours are you doing?”
“100”
“WOW! That is a lot! What are you doing time for?”
At this point I gave her a puzzled look. “Doing time?” And then I noticed her orange jumpsuit and the cop standing guard at the end of the row.
“Uhh…” I thought quickly. “Poisoning.”
“Poisoning?!” She gave me a slightly fearful, admiring stare.
“Yeah,” I sniffed and put a book back in its place. “A guy was bugging me at work, asking me all kinds of questions. I got fed up and grabbed a pencil from my purse. I stabbed him in the eye. Apparently the eye is especially susceptible to diseases because he got led poisoning.”

“Oh.” The girl backed away. “I… I just remembered I have to go… do something else.” She walked quickly away and her escort followed stiffly. I didn’t have much time to revel in my badness before a crazy cop stormed into the library yelling (and oblivious to the shushing of the librarians) that I could not park my car on the sidewalk and must come move it immediately.

Goats don’t like nicotine

Goats don’t like nicotine

I always enjoy “kidding season” here on the farm. Every spring our goats have new babies, and it is so much fun to watch them bounce and frolic. As much fun as baby goats are to snuggle and pet and squeeze, my favorite thing to do is take them out… out on the town. Nobody ever gives a dog or a cat a second glance, but you get the most amusing reactions when it is a goat you are walking down the sidewalk.

Yesterday I took my favorite baby goat, Sky, to the coffee shop with me. As I sat outside on the sidewalk with my coffee and my goat, a group of high school kids exited the convenience store down the street. I watched them open a packet of cigarettes and six pack of energy drinks. I was perplexed to see one young man light his cigarette and place it behind his ear like a pencil. Amused I wondered if somehow the nicotine would simply seep into his brain while scorching his Beiber cut. As I recollect this image, an old slogan comes to mind “smoking isn’t cool”… ok, maybe I just made that slogan up, but it’s true. Nothing turns a girl off like “hey babe, I wear cigarettes as accessories and I’ll not only kill myself with these things, but probably kill you with smoke inhalation just by carrying on this conversation because my breath smells like a burning building.”

Anyway, for the 15 minuets I sat watching these antics, they never once seemed to notice me, but the second I started to leave I hear shouts of “Holy F*ck!” (What does that even mean?) “Is that a goat?”
“Dude, it’s a F*cking GOAT!”
The next thing I know I am surrounded by a group of boys with no knowledge of personal space, personal hygiene or the basics of balanced nutrition and exercise.
“Can I pet your goat?”
“… Yeah sure.” As they extend their hands, the goat (a bottle baby) leans out, searching for a finger to suck.

“AHH!!!!”
“Will it bite me?”
“No… well… probably not.”
Three boys pull their hands back quickly, but the fourth seemed oddly brave (or stupid) He extended his hand to the goat. She sniffed his finger curiously and wrinkled her nose in disgust. Good girl.

So kids,smoking is bad for you. It will make you smell so bad even a goat won’t want to hang out with you.

Creeps on the street

Creeps on the street

Everyone knows there are some creeps out there. Some real weirdos. Today as I was driving down a deserted country road with Shannyn and Layne, I wondered across two little boys, no more than 10 years old. They were just wondering down the street, and as we drove past, one of the little boys stuck his thumb in the air, hitchhiker style. As I drove past, I got an idea. We were in the black crown victoria, a mafia car if I’ve ever seen one, and the trunk fits two bodies (intact). Well, I convinced Layne to hop in the trunk and Shannyn and I turned back around and drove back to the boys. As we got close, I slowed and rolled down the window. The sun gleamed off my terminator glasses and Shannyn flashed them a creepy grin.
“Hey, need a ride, boys?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
I got out and walked around to the trunk explaining as I rounded the car. We don’t have any room in the back seat, but you can ride back here if you want.” As the trunk lid popped, Layne let out a scream.
“Oops!” I called as Shannyn came join me. “I forgot about him. Shannyn, get the ‘forget me’ stick.” Shannyn came around with her club and smacked the inside of the trunk. Layne shut up instantly and I turned to the boys.
“Where too?” I asked beckoning in an open and friendly manner.
They must not have needed a ride very badly because they turned and ran back the way they had come.

Mean as Nellie Olsen

Our family has a great Sunday tradition. In the afternoon, after church and lunch and naps (Our other Sunday traditions) we watch “The Little House on the Prairie”. We own the entire set series all thirty thousand or so episodes. The story as I can tell follows a little girl “Laura” through her life on the prairie where she lives in a town full of dear friends and those unfortunate enough to guest star. (They are as doomed as the unaccredited extras from the original “Star Trek”)
Of course, no little girl’s life is complete without a rival, a nemesis. Laura’s adversary through the entire show is a spoiled brat named Nellie Olsen. Nellie seems to have only one purpose in life, to terrorize Laura and make herself look like a bumbling nincompoop in the process. The other day as I was getting ready to go out to check the animals water Naithen stopped me and remarked thoughtfully “Mikaela, you are mean.” (This was totally random. I had not said anything to Naithen all morning, so he wasn’t even mad at me) “You are as mean as Nellie Olsen.” (This child (age 6) sees life through TV shows and books. It appears to be his only connection to reality) I considered the remark briefly. How should I react? Anger? No, that is what Nellie would do. Laughter? I chose denial.
“No I am not.”
Naithen raised an eyebrow in reply.“You are pretty mean.”
“Yeah, but I am smart about being mean. I think a little bit. And I don’t whine as much.”
“Yeah.” Naithen considered that for a moment; clearly remember the last episode he had watched of his beloved TV show. “If a bull ran at YOU, you would probably just grab it by its horns and throw it on the ground. Not run away like Nellie Olsen.”
So there you have it. I am mean. I am mean like Nellie Olsen, but like Nellie Olsen if she could wrestle down a slobbering ton of horned beef.

A bad story with an... interesting moral

Today is Thursday. That is right, Library Day! Well today Shannyn and I sat in the back room where only the Librarians are allowed. (We get to wear special passes around our necks that say we are allowed. They are in the cabinet by the information desk if you ever want to scope it out) It is possible we were on a top secret special mission for the Amazing Librarian Ladies… or it is possible we were hiding from creepy crow nosed boys in hoodies. Whichever it was is irrelevant.

After hours of ripping stickers off of books so that Shannyn could put them back on, I came up with the brilliant idea of telling stories to entertain ourselves. (Libraries are so quite)

Shannyn: “Once upon a time-“
Me: “That’s no good. You have to make it original.”
Shannyn: “Fine. One day… not so long ago… far far but not to far away lived three little… frogs- blab la bla” – interesting story about three little frogs with a fear of mushrooms.

Me: “No good. It didn’t have a moral. Yesterday there was born on earth three human children. Boys (because 53% of the children born are boys.) They grew up to be very different. One little boy worked hard. He was highschool quarterback and got straight As in all his classes. The second little boy was a nerd. He sat in front of his computer all day long and played games till his eyes bulged out of his head and his back stooped and his fingers were constantly in a slightly curled position, poised to press the space bar at a moments notice. The third little boy was a rebel. He dyed his hair black and had to many earrings. He liked to dress in baggy clothes and deal drugs in the ally behind the school. They grew up. The first little boy became a doctor. He cured the common cold and cancer. The second little boy developed a social network for nerds like himself who had no real social life. The third little boy became a bank robber. Which one made a billion dollars first?”
Shannyn: “The robber”
Me: “Wrong. The little boy with the internet did. The moral of this story is ‘geeks always come out on top.’ The thought provoking question is: ‘is it worth it since he has poor posture and no friends?’”

Homeschoolers are either really good or really bad

Homeschoolers are either really good or really bad – The public school opinion of our secret lives.

So according to one boy I spoke with, there are two kinds of homeschoolers. There are the long haired ones with denim skirts and ankle socks who can’t form an acceptable sentence in a public situation and then there are the druggies who got kicked out of school for terrible grades and threatening letters describing how they want to burn down buildings and beat up small children and kittens. Both kinds I have met, and both are very “homeschooler” but I was amused to find that according to public schooled kids there is no middle ground. The situation:

While working a craft show, Shannyn and I had a little down time to ourselves and decided to take a trip to the concession stand. We had both been working all day and had just had a couple Venti double shot frapp`s…. and the boy working the concession stand was cute (says Shannyn) so we got to talking:

Him “So where do you go to school?”
Me: “We don’t.”
Him *disbelief*
Shannyn “We’re homeschooled.” *glares at me*
Him: “Oh, do you like it?”
Me: “No school? Yeah, it’s great.”
Shannyn: “Yes” *launches into explanation on the benefits of homeschooling*
Shannyn: “I get asked all the time if we get to do school in our pajamas or if I get to sleep till noon…. It gets kinda old.”
Him: “I always thought that homeschoolers were either ‘really good’ or ‘really bad’”
Me *nods thoughtfully*
Shannyn “That’s probably pretty accurate.”
Me: “I always assumed that public schooled kids wore black eye liner and ripped jeans around their ankles. I always assumed they were mentally incompetent and didn’t know how to wear their baseball caps.”
Him: “haha I think it’s funny that you think I know what ‘incompetent means.”
Me: “and… I rest my case.”
Him “So which are you?” *looks from Shannyn to me* “Really good or really bad?”
Shannyn: “uhhh…. Well-“
Me: “Good. I have really never done anything bad in my life. In fact, the only reason I’m homeschooled is because of that one boy in English comp. who wouldn’t stop stealing my answers on tests. I stabbed the jerk in the face and he got lead poisoning. I got expelled and had to spend three months in Juvenile detention… but I escaped. After that I decided to stay out of the public school system.”
Him: *nervously* “Uhh… haha”
Me: *smiles* “Are these brownies free?”
Him: “Sure. Here take all you want.”

Thursday is Library Day

weird tital huh?

On Thursdays I volunteer at the library which is not nearly as boring as it sounds. The last couple of weeks I shelved books with a girl from juvenile corrections and she thought I was "doing time" because no one in their right mind would volunteer. She is correct of course. I am not in my right mind and more importantly I was volunteered by my mother and dragged into the situation against my will. I do not even have a library card.

The experience has not been as boring as I anticipated though. Librarians are cool. What's more they are robot like machines when it comes to books. They know and have read every book in the library. They know where they are, they know who wrote them and they know what they are about! Librarians are also excellent for kicking drunk hobos off the couch in the teen section which is reserved for teens! And yes, I was the one who told on that old man because I am pretty sure his lumber jack snore was violating the "quite in the library" rule.

Well today as I was shelving books, I got my first digits. Yeah I know, shocker. This kid was reading while I shelved books and must have thought I was totally lost and had never been in a library before or I had OCD. Either way, I have no idea why he decided to talk to me. Our conversation went as so:
Him “What book are you looking for?”
Me: I’ve been straightening books for ten minuets. Clearly I’m trying to work here! “Umm, actually I am just straightening. I’m doing community service.” (Shows him name tag.) He leaves and comes back ten minuets later and pulls a book out of order:
Him: “oops my bad”
Me: I have to straighten that you idiot! ”haha”
Him: “Aren’t you going to straighten that?”
Me: “Nope. But if you do it again I’ll throw you out of the Library” (Which I can’t actually do but it sounded mean.)
Him: “Do you know where I can find the LOTR books?”
Me: “Nope”

The Librarian swoops in and helps him out. I swear she knows where everything is!

Him: “Where do you go to school?”
Me: “I don’t. I stabbed a kid with a pencil and he died so I got expelled.”
*dramatic pause*
“Where do you go to school?”
Him: “I don’t but I want to go to trade school and become a welder.”
Me: “Hmm… I knew a welder once. He moved to Alaska and froze to death. His body was eaten by rabid polar bears.”
Him “Yeah… What’s your name?”
Me: *looks dramatically at name tag which reads “Shannyn =)”* “uhh…. Mikaela.”
Him: “I’m Ray”
Me: “Hi.”
Him “Here” *hands me number scrawled hastily on torn piece of library book* “In case you ever want to hang out or talk or whatever.”
Me: “Is it the suicide hotline?”
Him: “That’s my number.”

Soo…. Yeah, apparently my “Ahh you are bugging me go away and leave me alone!” vibes are not working properly. I’ll have to get them checked.

I HAVE A BLOG?!?!

Wow, that's sad isn't it? I forgot I had a blog until I found it today :)IT has been 11 month since I last posted! So, what has happened in the last 11 months? Well, I wrote a novel, completed my first semester as a Sr in high school and have enrolled in college. Also, kidding season has started here on the farm. We have 11 kids on the ground with 16 does still to kid! Yep, it is going to get really crazy around here :) I wish I had something more exciting to post, but right now I'm just excited to have found my blog!

Food

I love food. Food is one of my most favorite things! Really, it is an obsession. I like to make it, smell it, eat it... whatever! I'm especially fond of baking and cooking. It is my job to feed our family. And I always enjoy coming up with new recipe. Perhaps my biggest success was chocolate oatmeal. I knew this was a hit when my little brother and sister (On seeing me mixing breakfast) began doing "the chocolate oatmeal dance". Think you Micheal Jackson/ Nepolian Dynamite. You can imagen their disapointment when they discover this particular morning we were having cream of wheat.

I get asked all the time what my favorite food is. Of course, you all know how that varies day to day, but after putting a lot of thought into it, I've decided these are my favorites for now :)

Breakfast: Waffles (It is an obsession.) Something about those butter filled crevices call to me!
Dinner: Pizza! I love thin crust pizza with peppers and tomatoes!
Snack: (Around here that is a fourth meal.) crackers with cheese and jelly! It's really good even though everyone thinks I'm weird.
Desert: (My very favorite meal!) Ice cream!! I really like it in a cone, or coldstone makes an icecream with brownies, fudge and cookie dough. That is pretty much awesome.
Oh, and my favorite thing to drink is coffee when it is cold outside (Vanilla Latte`s rock!) or Coke zero when I need the caffeine kick.
so there you go!

kids!

Spring is my favorite time of year! Or at least, one of them. Actually I like all times of year as long as it is not to cold or wet but that is beside the point. My favorite part of spring, besides the wonderful warm weather and green grass, besides the chickweed and blooming flowers,is the baby animals. Since I live on a farm, we have a lot of baby animals in the spring but my favorites are the goats. Baby goats are so great! They're cute, they're snugly and they are really friendly! So far, I've assisted in the birthing of 15 kids this spring and we're about half way finished with the "kidding season"! I've done a pretty good job of only keeping my very favorites this year... all 7 of them! Here are a few pictures of some of my "kids". I'll try and update the blog more often as the others are born :)

Monkey Brains

eggs anyone?

I live on a farm, and I've discovers that animals do some pretty weird things. Did you know that turkey's will drowned if left out in the rain. It's true. Stupid birds will turn their beaks up to catch raindrops and forget to swallow. Did you know that rabbits scream like little children and will try their hardest to scratch your eyes out with their cute little paws? They will if they think you are feeding them to the dogs!

A few weeks ago, I walked out to the chicken pen to try and collect eggs. Our chickens do not really lay eggs on any kind of a regular bases, and when they do, it is never in the chicken house, so my whole venture was foolhardy from the start. As I flipped the latch to go into the pen, I see a hairy white monstrosity poke his cute, guilty face out of the hen's house and pear guiltily in my direction, licking his long white beard frantically. Sam, my buck (or billy goat for you city folk) had managed to sneak into the chicken house and devour every last egg! Now, believe it or not, once I moved said woolly behemoth from said chicken pen, I actually started getting chicken eggs.

Two days ago, as I dragged my milking does in and out of the barn to feed them their breakfast, I noticed something odd. My most annoying doe, my doe who is always as the fence trying to get out (and usually succeeds) was nowhere to be found. Worried, I shoved past my hungry flock (herd?) of goats and went looking for her. As I rounded the corner, there she was, a yellow yolky mustache across her upper lip and a pile of cracked eggs as her hooves.

So was I surprised today when I entered the kids pen and found suspiciously gutted egg shells strewn around and a couple guilty looking kids? Ahh! I guess I can have eggs or I can have goats milk... if I feed my goats eggs do you think it makes the milk like an "eggnog"? Oh! if it does, do you think I could pour some chocolate syrup over their grain and get chocolate milk?!

just a thought

Monkey Brains

Watermelon: The Saga of Hamlet and Tonto

Well I can now add movie making to my list of accomplishments! Well... Actually I just wrote the movie.Anyhow, it's a remake of Hamlet... set in the wild west. Tonto is his faithful Indian friend and the bad Sheriff murdered his father and the mayor fell off a cliff after hallucinating about Ninjas. Besides all that, the time line is all out of whack and the mayor left his son a TEXT before he died!And what exactly does the mysterious green stuff on that badge mean? Que theme music and dramatic lights! Dun Dun Dun!! Did I mention I wrote the whole thing in about 15 minuets?!

Exciting right? We'll see... At any rate, it can not be any worse then the Transformers movie I went to see this weekend... The special effects were pretty good. Infact, it looked like at one point Megan Fox was actually crying!! The whole movie lacked plot and emotion... and as hard as it is for me to say it... the acting was a joke.

luv u guys!


Mickey

Happy Daddy Day!!

Something like that right?

Are'nt dads great? I wanted to write my dad a poem or something, but my poems end up like a graceful duck's love life... they just don't. Anyhow, I don't think he would read it. For father's day this year, we all got sick. Mom and I decided to call it the five pound bug. We're thinking we might offer it out too. "Come spend a day with the Spauldings and loose 5 pounds in 24 hours!" What do you think? Would it sell? I'm ok with the idea since I'm pretty well over it anyhow, but poor dad "Had to go get a new book to read". The poor baby :P

Happy D-Day everyone!

Mickey

There's a snake in my house!

or at least there was until I put him out :)

I was on the phone with my mom yesterday while she was at the store and as I walked into the front room I noticed a snake slithering across the floor. Now, we live in the country and snakes are not all that uncommon. (I have never found one in the house before though) I just walked right on past with a simple thought of "Oh neat a snake." I hadn't gotten very far before I realized what I had just seen and did a double take. this time my though was more along the lines of: "OH MY GOSH A SNAKE!!" In fact I'm pretty sure I said that bit aloud, into the phone and hung up. I picked him up and put him back outside were I assumed he'd be happier. Mom called back.

Mom: "Did you say a SNAKE?"

Me: "Yeah but he's gone now."

Mom "INSIDE?"

Me "Not anymore."

Mom "Uhhh... elaborate please. Was it just crawling across the floor?"

Well he wasn't crawling since that would require legs (Something snakes lack for all you city slickers ;) but yes, he seemed quite cool about the whole thing... except maybe the being thrown outside bit...


Mickey