Wednesday, June 5, 2013

The Biker Code

To my brothers who ride in front of me:
I will ride with you through sun and rain.
I will be behind you to push you through the pain.
You are my guide, I put my trust in you.
I am your brother, no matter what you may do.
I will follow you, lead me not astray.
You can count on me till my dying day.

To my brothers who ride behind me:
Follow me my brother and fear not.
I will always stay within your eyeshot.
Many miles we have still to ride.
You are my brother, I will be by your side.
I will not leave you on the side of the road.
The strength of our bond will never erode.

To my brothers who ride above me:
Blessed are you who ride heavens highway.
For your family and loved ones I will always pray.
You are in my thoughts, and I miss you so.
I pledge to you to look after your widow.
Watch over me as I go down the open road.
Help me to live everyday by the Biker Code.

Sunday, June 2, 2013


Almost finished the walls, but the rain got here first

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Taxes my property taxes are going up because the value of the property is going down.......confused........ So looking forward to free healthcare.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013


A future meal has arrived


Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them;
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride;
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy;
Take naps;
Stretch before rising;
Run, romp, and play daily;
Thrive on attention and let people touch you;
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do;
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass;
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree;
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body;
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk;
Be loyal;
Never pretend to be something you're not;
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it;
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013


And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say,'Maybe next year,' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse with hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, put in another 72 hours." So God made the farmer.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to yean lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the leg of a meadowlark."

It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and brake, and disk, and plow, and plant, and tie the fleece and strain the milk, . Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his son says that he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does. "So God made a farmer."