Sunday, October 4, 2015

Disciples and Slackers

As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

On the sunset of yesterday I had the bull, baby bull who is not so baby, Chic and Katie in prison......and they smashed the prison fence and broke out, to be out on the end of the driveway as I received a call from Mom, the cows were out again.

There was a demon about here, I am certain of, as Baby Daisy went nuts when I had her out in a new pen this morning. I had not checked fence, but found a tree had smashed a corner post which was a treated post that is not supposed to rot.......but it had rotted faster than a treated post.

In blasting through the weeds and moving falled logs, one decided to bite me almost like the bite Mom got from a demon on her leg. It is on the bone, hurts like it really hurts, but I was busy with TL digging a post hole and tamping in a new corner I had put Daisy back in the pen.

I had choice words for Daisy, and for Libby too, who was having too much attitude for me last night, as horses asses in my face with dust flying as I am trying to get things done, did not have me appreciating it any more than walking drag on some calves eating dust at 7:30 this morning.

I told the mooing and complaining Daisy, that I was highly disappointed in her. I informed her she was going to decide if she was going to be my girl or out with the herd.....which I did not need nor want, and if she decided that I was selling her and she would be dead in 3 years on a corporate farm.
I meant it.
I have no heard one word from that calf for the rest of the morning.

I have had it with free  rides and had it as this is no longer a Fuckheads for Free Zone.

Let us have a three Bible verses from Luke as I was so distracted I forgot to post this.

 1 And it came to pass afterward, that he went throughout every city and village, preaching and shewing the glad tidings of the kingdom of God: and the twelve were with him,
 2 And certain women, which had been healed of evil spirits and infirmities, Mary called Magdalene, out of whom went seven devils,
 3 And Joanna the wife of Chuza Herod's steward, and Susanna, and many others, which ministered unto him of their substance.

I do want to thank again the people who have been kind to us, from their substance. It has been a bit rougher than the normal rough around here, and it does help to read of bathroom mold being cleaned up and people laughing at something I have been Inspired to post. Paypal pulled something on me........well someone did as the settings were changed from showing notes as it always had, to now just showing people. I just thought no one was talking, and happened to click on a new name, and there was a note attached.
I said something like, "Oh shit there are notes in there", and then I scowled at one more screwing around with my settings as Homoland was in the account, and of course they never hit the donate button either.

People never focus on enough, the importance of women to Christ's Ministry. Mary and Martha did a great deal in providing food and shelter. The above listed women were putting a great deal on the line in being married to a government official, but they all ministered to Christ out of their financial accounts.

I worry about Jane and her sister in the Carolinas as that hurricane is making it a lake there. I would that it would sit on Washington and just float that whoredom out to the Atlantic and America could start over. I figure the stone buildings would stay, but the trash that rules there, should all be feeding the sharks, instead of those sea turtles.

My day is just begun though as soon as I eat, there is the ordeal of flattening out a stockade panel bent like pretzel by a 2000 pound bull. He is a big boy who is wearing out his welcome. I am sad though as he is a good boy too. I raised him from a calf in thawing his ears every day so they would not freeze off. He is sterile though and I just can not afford to feed a bull who is not doing what a bull should......already in some more demons cost us money we could not afford to not have.

With the demons rebuked, peace is now once again upon this clay knob. I never know what is going on when this stuff hits hard. I know that TL's radar picked up in a dream her sister grousing around about sister being the adult...blah blah blah...eating TL's things.......and it all translates down to, TL was supposed to be there doing all the Cinderella work, while evil sister and the parents are off being obnoxious. Sister now has the thing she always wanted in being an only child and now can do all the work too, suffering with two parents are children, are forever doing nuance on each other, and an enduring marriage of one loving money and one staying around so that some other woman does not get the money.....she will never get.

I would that I had bakery rolls today, but that is not going to happen, so it will be my advil for pain, and sorting through fence pretzels outside.

I did fine a wee citron melon, a small watermelon and a golf ball size Asian melon though.....I saw my Odessa summer squash produced as it has frosted here now, and we will be eating those......just microwave and butter on them.

Oh I wanted to share this too.

Mom used to make spaghetti sauce of Campbell's tomatoe soup and Velveeta cheese. She always had too many irons in the fire, so her meatballs were like  these deep brown little balls, but they were fantastic.....main point is, when I could eat that poison, I really liked that on pasta.
I was looking through recipes from Betty Crocker the other day, which is a very good site....think it is Minnesota as it features Gold Medal flour....anyway, I found this sauce recipe which is basically my Italian know quart can of tomatoe sauce, garlic, onion, basil, oregano, sugar, but it also had in 8 ounces of cream cheese.
We tried that the other night and I liked it. It coats the pasta really well. Is a sweet sour thing and is a good change of pace.

I think that is about it for the thank you to the good people and a Witness against those it applies to. My shin now has that delightful pain of like someone poking it as it throbs as it kind of burns, creating a regional sting that sort of numbs things. See all things work for the good of them that love the Lord.

I did not send the pasta recipe to my files, as I had it I am going to share something I found last night in winding down.......cornmeal pancakes with pumpkin......I think I will try this. We have been blessed with lots of pumpkins....just have to get them baked and processed........have a dozen of the George Washington or Winter Luxury that I grew this year. The plan is to use two for Thanksgiving in what I started as a tradition in the way George and Martha Washington served pumpkin, as everyone did, pie with out the shell.
Am hoping that these are as good as they say, as the ones with strings in them are bitter.

That was me wrapping it up and getting back to work as break time is over. I do mean it though, as I am not cutting Daisy or Libby slack, and that means I am not cutting the slackers any slack either.

Those cat scratches are a gift that keeps on giving too.

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