Nobody Strikes Again and a Correction

First a correction. The day I wrote about the calf castrating, Chris did not flop.  That was me being lazy in the retelling of the story.  And the calf did not take me down.  And as far as that goes, these animals are weaned, and at the time not castrated, so they were bulls.  What really happened is I wrestled this bull to the ground using all the strength and skill that God has blessed upon me to subdue this raging creature. Chris quickly assessed the situation, wanting to protect the love of his life but also not wanting to come to my aid too quickly, knowing that I am a strong and capable woman, realized he indeed needed to act in this situation.  So he gracefully and deftly leaped  on to the bull to subdue him while I released myself from the bull's clutches.  At least I think that is what happened, as I was under the bull, I couldn't really see what was happening.  It was more of a feeling experience.  So that is what happened.  To sum it up, Chris did not flop, he leaped and saved my life.  Are we clear - no flopping, only leaping and life saving.  Is that better honey? 

Now that that is clear....onward.  I've been surprised and thrilled by all the feedback I have gotten for my blog.  I don't have a counter and hardly anyone leaves comments, and I only have 1 follower, I had no idea so many people were reading it.  And the comments, verbal and written, have been so positive.  Thank you.  I always wanted to be a writer, even before I wanted to be a vet.  I've written through the years.  Not too much, and really no time now.  With Facebook I would periodically be told "you should blog".  So I finally decided to do it.  Its been over a week  and it feels really good.  But its sort of like a diary or a letter.  I imagine I am writing it to my grandmother or sometimes my dead grandfather who meant everything to me.  I actually plan to print these up and send them to my grandmother.  Anyway, when I realized how many people were reading I was first flattered and then I felt pressure. Oh no, I have an audience. I'll need to write something profound, or controversial, or at least interesting.  We haven't even had a major catastrophe to write about all week.  Then I realized  I have yet to write anything profound or controversial or more than mildly interesting, and I guess people are enjoying it.  So I decided to continue writing as I have been.  If it brings enjoyment and diversion to others, great.  If at some point a person asks themselves why am I wasting my time with this, that's ok too. I am enjoying this and its good for me.  Thanks again to everyone for their encouragement.

Nobody was at our house yesterday.  Apparently Nobody went upstairs and opened up Colin's bedroom window.  At bedtime it was quite cold upstairs.  We did ask everyone if they did it, but Nobody did.  So we issued the blanket reminder that we don't open windows in December.  So Colin, Kelsy, Calli & Spencer slept down in the living room last night.  It was a sea of blankets.


We are planning on picking up the horse today.  Here is Kit practicing holding onto the reins, courtesy of Calli.