Payne County Cattle Producer Al Rutledge does it again, and again...
Angus bull leads test... (well of course, he was born and bred in Payne County!)
Senior age bulls at Panhandle State University’s beef bull test are led by an Angus with an ADG of 7.14 pounds. The bull is consigned by Al Rutledge of Stillwater.
Wow.. check that daily gain... oh my goodness.... Paul, tell your Dad... !
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
The true meaning of Christmas, by Paul Odle
Paul Odle is from Yukon, OK. He is about 10 years my senior and is in the Lawton/Fort Sill Veterans Center. He has been diagnosed as Morbidly Obese. He can not walk. Somehow, I ended up on his mailing list, and this was in my email box this afternoon. I wanted to share it with you. If you would like to send him a Merry Christmas wish, his email is paul_odlesr@yahoo.com. I know he would love to hear from anyone who wishes to share a joyful thought!
An Early Christmas Story
My Christmas experience that opened my eyes...
Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving. It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra
time so we could read in the Bible. After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at
one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up,but I didn't know what. Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up
beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever
it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on. After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood -- the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" "You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd
been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "Why?" "I rode by just today," Pa said.
"Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt."
That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked. "Shoes. They're out of shoes. Little Jakey just
had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy." We rode the two miles to the Widow Jensen’s pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big
woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? The Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it
shouldn't have been our concern. We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible. Then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, “Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?" he Widow Jensen opened the door to let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. The Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and
finally lit the lamp. "We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children -- sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out. "We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat, and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled
around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people. I soon had the fire blazing and everyone’s spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and the Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us." In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after the Widow Jensen mentioned it I could
see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it. Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes. Tears were running down the Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine. At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if
he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, 'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certain that He will." Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that.
But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand." I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed
very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on the Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered. And remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.
An Early Christmas Story
My Christmas experience that opened my eyes...
Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving. It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra
time so we could read in the Bible. After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at
one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up,but I didn't know what. Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up
beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever
it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on. After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood -- the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" "You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd
been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "Why?" "I rode by just today," Pa said.
"Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt."
That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked. "Shoes. They're out of shoes. Little Jakey just
had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy." We rode the two miles to the Widow Jensen’s pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big
woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? The Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it
shouldn't have been our concern. We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible. Then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, “Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?" he Widow Jensen opened the door to let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. The Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and
finally lit the lamp. "We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children -- sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out. "We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat, and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled
around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people. I soon had the fire blazing and everyone’s spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and the Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us." In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after the Widow Jensen mentioned it I could
see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it. Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes. Tears were running down the Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine. At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if
he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, 'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certain that He will." Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that.
But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand." I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed
very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on the Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered. And remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.
Oh my, have you seen the forecast!!
Looks like we will be in for a bit of a cold snap the next few days. This is the week that contains the first day of Winter, and I for one will be glad to see it arrive, for this means that from that point forward, the days will be getting longer and Spring is not too far away. I do NOT like cold! Used to not mind, but things react differently to the cold now days.. haha.. or maybe it's just age!
Phil stopped by last night with some Christmas goodies... That Tammy is an awesome cook! She can "build" anything in the kitchen!! Phil was telling us about some of the Christmas partys they have been to and some of the things that Austyn has received... wow, I think I'd like to have those toys at MY AGE!! haha.
Jake and Ann went to Andrew's Play at the Hillcrest Baptist Church in Stillwater last Friday night and Jake was our Photographer for the night and he got some great shots. I will try to post them online later today, as I get time.
Jake had been helping Grandma Moffat with her livestock this fall and doing a really great job. He has a keen eye for handling cattle and is really finding them to be a joy. He is also helping our neighbor Fred Shultz who has one of the most inovative cattle operations in the world! Fred uses computer patches on the cattle to check for heats to bred AI at the correct time, and with a 90% first bred conception rate, one can not argue that it's a waste of money! He has one cow, ole 147, who put him on the map. This cow is truly the best Maine Cow in the bred in terms of dollars generated and phenotype. He has sold over a million dollars worth of babies out of her, for real, and her offspring has won over a million and half dollars worth of prize money from the show ring. He was harvesting embroys from her when others where only learning about it. Now this past week, he has signed on board with a special company back East to provide him "Clones" of 147 in 21 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days from today! Jake and I are really excited about his operation and can't beleive it is right across the road from Mom's. Oh, so close, so I go and visit once in a while, just to be neighborly, and see what the latest and greatest is!! Needless to say, his theory is ... quality first, then numbers.. He was telling Jake and I the other day that he is so innovative that he just got through "visiting" with the Federal Boys over the last three years, and he had to write a glossary of terms for them so they could understand what his "Farm" does and what the product is... Now, that is cutting edge!
We kept Andrew this past Sunday while his momma and her mother in law and sister in law made their annual trip to T Town to shop. It was a blast. He and Jake are two peas in a pod!! He loves his Jake buddy... and they play very well together. Andrew and he have been playing games on the computer, and sometimes from listening, it is hard to figure out who is winning..haha..
Ann is off starting today, for the next two weeks. She is really happy to. It seems as time goes on, the Peter Principle takes hold even stronger with her office. She works for a multi milllion dollar company, that sends it's boss over seas on business trips with a big group of folks couple times a year, to places they do not do any business with. And it goes on and on... It is unbelieveable the waste in big business... ok, better quite for now about that.. haha..
Have not heard from Jon, Randi and Kaitlyn. I'm guessing they are still alive. Will see them over Christmas and am really excited about that! On their trip before last going home, they left here at dark thirty, and about 10:30pm our phone goes off, I answer and it's Jonathan... Well, dad, you only thought I might go to sleep.. let me tell you what an eventful trip home we had...(now this was still better than what the call could have been about!!!) He went on to tell about how a car parked on the side of the road seen at a distance by Jon, while rounding a curve, looked like it was parked in his lane.. (think we all have done this one!), and then later on near Strafford, they had a big bird, owl, probably fly into their car, and they had to stop in Strafford and clean off the car... yuck!! and WOW.. needless to say, Jon was wide awake when I was talking to him!!!
Paul is going on days for the first time in years at the SPD. He is really looking forward to it, but I bet he and the family will have some adjusting to do, but I bet in the end, they will love have Dad a home in the evenings... Andrew does love his daddy!! Andrew said "I have pigs at my house. I pet them. I feed them. we eat them" ... haha.. he understands!! Heather reported they will be having baby Boer Goats starting about the time she has Madison Ann... end of April or first of May. OH MY, ANN and I are REALLY excited about this deal of being grandparents... truly are!! But I goofed. I had Heather bring by her picture of Madison, and I messed it up when scanning it, so you guys will have to wait to see her till I get another scan of it in a few days..... but will post as soon as she brings her picture back by...
Ok.. this is too long.. Like they say on Fox news.. if this is not your cup of tea, turn the channel, or hit the off button. hahahah...
got to run, lots to do... want to end on this, Jake removed the old storage building south of our home that the storm messed up years ago, and sawed down a tree or two and made it look AWESOME!! He's wonderful!!!
Phil stopped by last night with some Christmas goodies... That Tammy is an awesome cook! She can "build" anything in the kitchen!! Phil was telling us about some of the Christmas partys they have been to and some of the things that Austyn has received... wow, I think I'd like to have those toys at MY AGE!! haha.
Jake and Ann went to Andrew's Play at the Hillcrest Baptist Church in Stillwater last Friday night and Jake was our Photographer for the night and he got some great shots. I will try to post them online later today, as I get time.
Jake had been helping Grandma Moffat with her livestock this fall and doing a really great job. He has a keen eye for handling cattle and is really finding them to be a joy. He is also helping our neighbor Fred Shultz who has one of the most inovative cattle operations in the world! Fred uses computer patches on the cattle to check for heats to bred AI at the correct time, and with a 90% first bred conception rate, one can not argue that it's a waste of money! He has one cow, ole 147, who put him on the map. This cow is truly the best Maine Cow in the bred in terms of dollars generated and phenotype. He has sold over a million dollars worth of babies out of her, for real, and her offspring has won over a million and half dollars worth of prize money from the show ring. He was harvesting embroys from her when others where only learning about it. Now this past week, he has signed on board with a special company back East to provide him "Clones" of 147 in 21 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days from today! Jake and I are really excited about his operation and can't beleive it is right across the road from Mom's. Oh, so close, so I go and visit once in a while, just to be neighborly, and see what the latest and greatest is!! Needless to say, his theory is ... quality first, then numbers.. He was telling Jake and I the other day that he is so innovative that he just got through "visiting" with the Federal Boys over the last three years, and he had to write a glossary of terms for them so they could understand what his "Farm" does and what the product is... Now, that is cutting edge!
We kept Andrew this past Sunday while his momma and her mother in law and sister in law made their annual trip to T Town to shop. It was a blast. He and Jake are two peas in a pod!! He loves his Jake buddy... and they play very well together. Andrew and he have been playing games on the computer, and sometimes from listening, it is hard to figure out who is winning..haha..
Ann is off starting today, for the next two weeks. She is really happy to. It seems as time goes on, the Peter Principle takes hold even stronger with her office. She works for a multi milllion dollar company, that sends it's boss over seas on business trips with a big group of folks couple times a year, to places they do not do any business with. And it goes on and on... It is unbelieveable the waste in big business... ok, better quite for now about that.. haha..
Have not heard from Jon, Randi and Kaitlyn. I'm guessing they are still alive. Will see them over Christmas and am really excited about that! On their trip before last going home, they left here at dark thirty, and about 10:30pm our phone goes off, I answer and it's Jonathan... Well, dad, you only thought I might go to sleep.. let me tell you what an eventful trip home we had...(now this was still better than what the call could have been about!!!) He went on to tell about how a car parked on the side of the road seen at a distance by Jon, while rounding a curve, looked like it was parked in his lane.. (think we all have done this one!), and then later on near Strafford, they had a big bird, owl, probably fly into their car, and they had to stop in Strafford and clean off the car... yuck!! and WOW.. needless to say, Jon was wide awake when I was talking to him!!!
Paul is going on days for the first time in years at the SPD. He is really looking forward to it, but I bet he and the family will have some adjusting to do, but I bet in the end, they will love have Dad a home in the evenings... Andrew does love his daddy!! Andrew said "I have pigs at my house. I pet them. I feed them. we eat them" ... haha.. he understands!! Heather reported they will be having baby Boer Goats starting about the time she has Madison Ann... end of April or first of May. OH MY, ANN and I are REALLY excited about this deal of being grandparents... truly are!! But I goofed. I had Heather bring by her picture of Madison, and I messed it up when scanning it, so you guys will have to wait to see her till I get another scan of it in a few days..... but will post as soon as she brings her picture back by...
Ok.. this is too long.. Like they say on Fox news.. if this is not your cup of tea, turn the channel, or hit the off button. hahahah...
got to run, lots to do... want to end on this, Jake removed the old storage building south of our home that the storm messed up years ago, and sawed down a tree or two and made it look AWESOME!! He's wonderful!!!
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