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I recently acquired 2000 pre-stamped envelopes for the office, and have now used 28 of them, as well as 3 envelopes that were provided with the bills. What, you ask, does this have to do with living dangerously. I'll tell you. I LICKED them all myself. Yes, even though there is the e-mail out there touting the "fact" that cockroach eggs are found on envelopes and will embed themselves into your tongue and grow into very large cockroaches inside your mouth, I took the plunge and licked the envelopes--with my tongue, no less. I know that my courage astounds you. You may later see my photo attached to that e-mail.
In other news, my Mom and I were eating lunch in my office, when we saw movement in the form of a mouse. I tried to ignore it, but could not after seeing it several times. The mouse then had the gall to climb on top of my fridge and dig around in my emergency food supply. If we made noise, he would pop up his head and look at us as if we were friends calling "hello" to him. Mice are not my friends, as you may know from earlier posts. The solution to the problem--I dumped all emergency food in the trash and took it outside, and my Mom was kind enough to set a new mousetrap to catch this "un-friend", so that the food foraging would stop, though she did say that the dead mouse in the office (which I cannot find, but only smell) probably died from overeating. By the way, it was a deer mouse we saw, so I also live dangerously as Hanta virus comes from deer mice. Deer mice are different than the mice drawn in kindergarten classes. They have very distinct features and look like very intelligent creatures, who condescendingly look at you daring you to outsmart them.
The Elephants
Last Saturday, I went to the State Republican convention as a state delegate. FarmerBoy was also a state delegate and Mom went up to help. It was quite a bit of fun, though it was long (8 a.m. to 5 p.m.) The voting took forever, but it is fun to see and get all of the fun stuff that the candidates are handing out and just to watch the process work. I always say "You can't complain if you don't vote". I figure if you can't manage to take the couple of minutes it takes to vote, then you don't have the right to complain, since you aren't doing the small part that you can do as a citizen.
The Cows
Today we moved cows. We move them a couple of miles is all, but part of that is down the highway. We don't use horses, we use our feet, 4-wheelers and cars to move them. Mom and I stop traffic (or try to) at our beginning point and the ending point (on the highway). Don't be jealous of our outfits. Sometimes cars pay attention to us and stop and other times they don't. Luckily, this time they all stopped pretty good and only two cows turned back. Earl and FarmerBoy followed behind to keep them moving and to encourage them to continue forward and not to turn back. Dad was on the four-wheeler and drove ahead of the herd to open the gates and wait at the desert, ready to count the cows as they come through the gate. The cows pretty much know the way, as they have been doing it for years. They even turn at the right spot most of the time. As my car has been relegated to a farm vehicle, I used it today. I had a visitor part way through, though I think he was scared, as he wet the seat. I know that grosses half of you out. Oh well. (Mom was kind enough to clean the seat). Yeah, for a smooth event! Those of you who are family members can view more on Flickr. The rest of you will have to be satisfied with the ones above.
