I’ve been heading out to the vegetable garden every evening around 4pm and pulling weeds. The reason is two-pronged. One, I get the weeds out of the garden and the real plants can get some sun and start to grow and two, Bubba will run non-stop while I’m outside. Mr. OCD needs to burn...
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This week I watched the State of the Union address. I haven’t seen one in several years because, well because Bush was a moron and I couldn’t listen to the guy. I hope Obama can work his way through this economic shit sandwich that Bush & Co handed the country. We all know one...
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The Rescue Railroad was open for business yesterday. I snuck out in the middle of the day, got this guy in Alamo and took him up to Dunnigan to meet his next ride. Kennels are very stressful on Dobermans. This guy was down in Kern County. He got a ride on Wednesday to Alamo...
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A long time ago a friend of mine told me that you create your own mood. That’s why you’ll never hear me say “I’m in a bad mood.” I might be a little snappy but I will rarely cop to it, because it’s not a crutch to me, it’s a place to leave. Consequently,...
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I know we need rain, but this is ridiculous. At least I don’t live in an area that was ravaged by wild fires last summer. I know folks out in places like Fallbrook and Santa Cruz. That’s got to suck for them. Here on The Farm, which is now known as the Everglades, it’s...
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I know, how did I manage to pull that one out of my ass? Well, it’s where my brain went after reading about the Supreme Court decision regarding campaign contributions from corporations. This is a country of the people and by the people. Not of Nabisco and by Nabisco. Not of Exxon...
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These are the guys that brought us this one back a few years ago. In that vein I will have to confess to almost killing myself last weekend. Because I didn’t “see” something I wasn’t looking for. At Heather Farms there is a spot where cyclists have to come out...
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My Dad used to make bread. I think his whole family made bread. His Mother did. I remember his sister Rosa making bread. They grew up on a farm in Missouri during the Depression. I doubt they had a choice. I’m sure I’ll hear about this, but I don’t really know why my Mother...
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There is a lot going on in my life in real time that seems to go back to the same theme. Make a decision and stick with it. Pick one and stick with it. And if you are one of the many who has been up in my grill this week, trust...
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Sometimes people say things that are so obscene that even I can’t comment. Two people who are an embarrassment to this nation. Two people who should not be on the airwaves at all. Two people who just need to STFU. Olbermann’s take. Let’s go to Haiti...
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