Well That Didn't Take Long...

It took me all of ten minutes to realize I know nothing about blogging. Seriously, I have zero knowledge about this. All of you guys with your cute backgrounds and nifty little side bars... HELP!

Anyway, I did manage to get my profile done. That's a start, right?

I hope your Saturday is as good as mine. It's 9:15 here and I'm still in jams with coffee breath. My two oldest gals are picking pears with their Papaw, the Man is at work, little man is sleeping, and Miss Rachie is singing to her baby doll on the stool right beside me. Gotta love it.

So, for those who may know that we have dairy goats, here's an update: We now have one less. I found one of the kids belly up yesterday morning in the barn. It was the most traumatizing dead animal experience to date. First there was the flat bunny, then the aspirating calf... and now the bloated goat. I only had to look for a second as Mark drug it out of the barn for me, but it was enough to sear the image forever in my brain. As he came out of the barn, I turned the opposite direction, leaned on the Tahoe and waited for him to drive away. But the "thud, thump-thump" as he tried (several times) to get her up on the golf cart to haul her off was just almost too much!

I know there are those of you out there who are cut from the same cloth as my Mama Beryl, my mom's mom. She's the strongest woman I know, in every sense of the word, and SHE would have probably thrown the stiff thing over her shoulder and hoofed it to the back pasture without blinking an eye. Y'all are the ones rolling your eyes at me right now, and that's ok. I can take it! I'm getting there, really, I am! The fact I didn't vomit on the spot is testament to how far I've come!

The Lord is good!