Hunting with nothing but dogs and duct tape!

This is another great use for duct tape y'all. My 28 year old son hunts for wild boar with nothing but dogs and duct tape. He has been doing this since he was about 16. Talk about Extreme Redneck!

I decided to interview him for Associated Content and it got published. That's my 7th thing that has gotten published so far. I could probably make a lot of money with articles if I could come up with ideas. That's kind of hard to do when you stay at home on the computer all day, but I'm trying. Also, my cloud level is a 4 already with only 7 articles. There are tons of people on AC that have written a lot more articles and don't have as high of a level. Some of them have written to me to ask how I did it and honestly, I have no idea!

Here is the article if you are interested:

www.associatedcontent.com/article/576469/an_interview_with_boar_hunter_jr_arizpe.html

The goats finally popped!

Hey y'all! Both goats had their little ones. Callie, the gray goat, had a cute little boy all by herself. I was busy feeding and got to see the entire thing. Allie, the brown goat, didn't have it so easy. She kept pushing and pushing and I could only see a nose and a foot. I had to get the second foot unstuck and then her little girl was born just fine. Allie is still not doing well though. Poor thing has a really hard time walking and lays around most of the time. I have to pull her up by the horns to make her eat, drink and feed her baby. I hope she makes it because I really love her. Her little girl is just as spunky as she was before she had her.

Did I mention that it was the neighbor's goat that got my goats pregnant? Well, I ended up going to the vet to get some shots for Allie, the brown goat. The bill was $108.00 which I could NOT afford. I swear, if you see me on America's most wanted, you will know why.

The babies are all about their Mom right now so, they haven't tried to play together. They pretty much ignore each other at this point. I can't wait to see them play together. Already they jump around and try and get their Mom to play with them. They both let me hold them. The little boy even licks me on the face like a puppy would.

Here are some pictures:

This is Callie and her baby boy.

This is the little boy all by himself.

This is the baby girl laying beside Mommy.
This is the little girl playing all by herself.

Waiting on the goats to pop!

We have two female goats. The neighbors goat got in our pasture and got them pregnant. Yep, I know, I've previously written about the pig that got pregnant from the neighbors pig but, he doesn't feed his animals properly so, no fence invented by man will hold his animals out of my pasture. I go outside and to the back of our little five acres three to four times a day to see if my little white goat has given birth yet. My girlfriend who raises goats told me over a week ago that she was going to pop any second. Today, I have checked twice already and ...........no baby. I'll post pictures of the babies when they come.

Why some people shouldn't Adopt

Well, I got turned down for the first time at Associated Content. I wrote an article on Why some people shouldn't Adopt and their response was that it was too opinionated for upfront payment. They also said that I could publish it for free if I liked and if it was accepted, I would still get paid for page views. Well after thinking about it for a few days, I decided that even though it was just me ranting, I should still publish it. It got accepted and guess what? It's getting a ton of page views! It's not getting as much as my poem Twas the Night before Christmas Redneck Style but, it's doing really well.

Our Christmas

Sorry y'all. I haven't blogged for a while. The kids were home on Christmas break and the hubby was home on vacation until yesterday.

Did I tell you that our pig had babies? Anyway, I spent 3 days training the 6 baby pigs to go from the pasture to the chicken coop in order to eat. The reason for this was because the pasture is very wooded and it's about an acre so, catching them would have been impossible. There are no chickens in the coop right now so, I figured that would be the best place to catch them. If you want to see a video of the piglets go to Extreme Redneck and click on "Who's your Daddy?". You will understand the title once you watch the video. Anyway, I finally got the piglets trained and the boys and hubby caught them in the coop on their first day off so that we could take them to the small animal auction. I was in charge of videoing the entire hilarious event for the Extreme Redneck site. Although I don't consider chasing baby piglets to be Extreme Redneck, the boys really wanted to be on the site somehow so, before they really hurt themselves doing really stupid crap trying to rate, I told them I would put the video of them catching the babies on the site. LOL It will be up there sometime this week and I'll blog about it. Anyway, we only got 1 stinking dollar apiece for the piglets because there was hardly anyone at the auction. I guess it was too close to Christmas for anyone to attend.

We went to the neighborhood Christmas party and had a wonderful time there. As usual, when you live in a redneck community, there was a ruckus. Someone hit someone else's truck and there was a big commotion until the Mom of the boy who hit the truck stood between the guy holding the gun (the owner of the truck that was hit) and her son explaining that payment would be made for the damage.

My oldest son and his girlfriend showed up the weekend before Christmas with her kids and announced that they are expecting a little one! Yep, I'm going to be a Grandma again! I'm so excited about it. I kept rubbing the belly and talking to the baby while crying with joy. I can't wait to start buying stuff for the new baby. They don't want to know what it is until it "pops out" as my son puts it so, I can't buy gender specific stuff until it's born. I don't mind waiting. I love surprises! They stayed with us for the entire weekend. He has brought his girlfriend lots of times but, I have only meet her 4 year old once and have never meet her 7 year old before. By the end of the weekend her kids were calling us Grandma and Grandpa. OK, Lola and Lolo. That's what my daughters son calls us so, we figured all of the grand kids should be calling us the same thing. The Lola and Lolo thing came from my husband. That's what he called his Grandparents and my daughter thought it would be really cool if her son followed the tradition.

Our Christmas eve was excellent. We tracked Santa on Norad until we went to a friends house for a small gathering and didn't get home until midnight. We checked Norad again and discovered that Santa was almost in Florida. It was a really big rush to get everything prepared for Santa and his reindeer arrival! I had been making homemade tamales for 2 days so, we set out some of those for Santa, a beer to wet his whistle, some celery for the reindeer, a chair pulled right up to the TV for some relaxing and the remote on the arm of the chair. We only set out one beer because we wouldn't want Santa drunk driving now would we? We opened up the fireplace and at last, after big kisses and big hugs, ran to our beds. We think we heard a little chuckle in the middle of the night but we were afraid to go and check because we didn't want to scare Santa.

Our Christmas day was great. My brother and his girlfriend showed up and we all opened presents together and then sat down for some homemade tamales. The boys got camouflage backpacks from Santa and toys and money from us too. Of course there were presents from my husbands San Diego family and my brother and his girlfriend brought a gift and money too. When the boys at last pulled down their stockings, they found an extra surprise in the bottom. They both had a statue of the baby in the manger scene! They asked why that was in there and I told them "I guess Santa put it there to remind you that Christmas is really about Jesus."

We didn't get to celebrate Christmas with my daughter until the 30th because she had been sick. She lives closer to my brother so, we decided to all meet up there to celebrate Christmas one last time with her family. We had such a great time with our Grandson. He is so smart. Anyway, after my daughter's family left, my brother was trying to teach my sons how to joust. They were using broomsticks and doing a choreographed routine. It was really cool to watch them. After they had the routine down pat, my brother was showing us how some of the more advanced jousters twirled the stick around. Since I used to twirl baton (y'all please notice how I said "USED TO"), I decided to take the broomstick from him and show off my skills. Long story short, my pinkie finger is now broken and it hurts to type so, I'll end this story for today. Feel free to comment and tell me about your Christmas.