Knolltop Farm Wife

Welcome to my blog! I'm a wife, mother of four and a self-employed freelance writer. I live on a dairy farm with my family and I enjoy sharing our life with family, friends and anyone else who wants to visit the farm. There's no telling what the I will write about from day to day, but hopefully you'll be enriched when you stop by! Have a wonderfully blessed day!

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Baseball stars

It's a very sunny morning here, but looks are's 29 degrees out this morning! I had to dig out my union suit to milk cows! It's almost May for heaven's sake! Al, this global warming is killing me!

It was a pretty typical day yesterday of trying to get things done, being interrupted and then not accomplishing what I had planned. After running errands, I was back home and gaining when I heard the front door open, that's always a bad sign when the front door opens. That means whatever it is that I'm working on will be put on hold in order to solve a problem. Yesterday one of those problems was the need for a special socket that I guess he thought was in my tool box. Now tell me, how often do I use sockets in cooking or baking? I don't remember the last time I even used a socket. But those tools have been known to grow legs and walk across the road and into my house. Nope...I had no socket. Sorry

As I got back into my work....a call on the cell phone. I hate cell phones! "Can you come help me a minute?" Of course, I can! I walked across the road, hopped in the skidsteer and began raising and lowering it at command. Up, just a much...what? What did you say? I can't hear you...I said DOWN! GO DOWN JUST A LITTLE! Oh, okay....that's good....that's good....HEY! THAT'S GOOD! STOP! You know the routine.

By the time I got back in, it was time to hit the nonstop treadmill of making dinner, picking up kids, feeding kids, changing clothes, milking cows, changing clothes and finally getting to the baseball game in the 4th inning. It was worth it though, JW pitched well and they won.

Jake had baseball practice after the game...although I didn't go, from what I heard from Luke and Bobby, it was an hour of comic relief. I guess you can attribute that to lots of little kids without a clue and a bunch of dads who think they are raising the next Derek Jeter.


Anonymous said...

Boy do I know that routine of helping hubby fix something.
I don't know how you keep up with all that running, our kids are all out of the house now, so I don't have them to run around anymore, though I do miss it some days.
I enjoy your blog and your column in the Farmers Advance.

threecollie said...

I dread the day my husband gets a cell phone. Now if he wants me he has to come get me...which works for me. lol

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