Shoot The Cat

Alexa gave me an expression of pure confusion and growing horror when I told her I had to shoot my aunt's cat. I, of course, snickered. She's more of a sister than a best friend, but if we did share genes she'd have gotten all the gullible ones.

Snowed In

We got hit with a big blizzard this morning that turned our green land into ice land (ha). We haven't had this much snow since the 2010 Snowmageddon. Our roads are completely covered despite the snow plows scraping by every few hours.

Merry Christmas!

I hope everybody had a wonderful Christmas with their families!

Tiny Angels

My country cried today. Our hearts all broke, each one, when as one by one we heard about the elementary school shootings in Sandy Hook Elementary, Newtown, Connecticut.

I had just finished my second final of the day, and last final of the semester, when I read a status on Facebook about the news. I looked it up on Yahoo and read about the horrors that had taken place in the morning. I didn't finish the short article before tears were streaming down my cheeks in the school parking lot. Children, tiny children, were senselessly massacred. Innocent lives lost for no reason.

I cried. I called my mother and cried. She calmed me down enough to drive home safely. I stopped at the barn to feed the pigs, and didn't even make it through the door before I was sobbing again. My two horses were out in the field, but Kerrianne's  little horse, Redd was inside today. I walked into his stall, buried my face in his soft chestnut fur and bawled my eyes out. I cried to that pony until I had no tears left, then I cried some more. I cried until I physically could not cry any more. Redd stood over me and softly sniffed my hair, face, and hands. He was trying to comfort me. When I could not cry anymore, I stood and stroked his neck and face, unable to move.

"It's so unfair," I repeated to him over and over again. It's so unfair that those little children woke up this morning, happy that it was Friday and one week closer to Christmas. Unfair that those parents sent their sweet children to school to be protected. Unfair that children's idea of a monster should be the boogeyman under the bed, not a man with a gun.

I truly believe that man was evil. Pure evil. And that he should rot in every imaginable level of hell for all of eternity. He should pay for his terrorist crimes. He shouldn't have gotten off so easily by committing suicide. The coward.

Twenty. Twenty children died in one day, one for every year that monster spent on Earth, more than those children ever will. It's truly, beyond sickening.

I think last night's meteor shower wasn't just a bunch of shooting stars. They were symbols of angels coming to retrieve the babies, and to protect the rest. Watching over the students, and guiding the teachers to instinctively guard their children. My thoughts go out to everyone in Connecticut, especially the families who lost their precious gifts.

Rest in peace, all the adults who died protecting the little ones.

Rest in peace, tiny angels.

Farm O'Clock

This will be a ranting post, because I have to get it off my chest. It frustrates the heck out of me when non-farm people don't understand how much time a farm takes out of our day. 

Country is in style

I've noticed recently that country is the latest fashion style. Plaid, loose button-downs all summer, western-themed belts, and now cowboy boots in JCPenny's. But really, does the attire make you country? Of course not.

Rotting Orange Hand Lotion

I've been watching my cousins all week (which is why I haven't posted much!), and the other night my 16 yr old cousin walked in with a bitten apple and said "Smell this, it smells like lotion!"

Pumpkin rash?

While feeding the piglets this morning, I broke a pumpkin in half so they didn't have to fight (as much). But as I was breaking it into smaller pieces, my hand slipped and the pumpkin attacked my arm. Those pumpkin rhinds feel like planks of wood. Now I have a brush-burn sort of mark on my wrist. Who knew pumpkins were so dangerous?!