Variety, I've always been a fan of variety.
This morning consisted of moving more cattle. Same story, different day.
At noon, however, I found myself at the old gym, getting ready to judge an elementary science fair. I had heard all of the kids were really nervous to present their projects to the other to judges and myself. Mrs. Longoria, the science teacher hosting the event, even warned the judges that one of the students may be so nervous that he may sieze out on us - I wasn't prepared to judge this contest.
The contest began, however, and the students came into the gym one by one to tell us about their science projects. I can't remember exactly how many volcanoes there were, but I think around 4 would be a good estimate. There were also around 5 or 6 projects that taught us about soil conservation - you can tell where our priorities are: explosions and soil conservation.
After 2 hours, we announced the winners and called it a day. I was supposed to go to my cousin's 8th grade graduation in Kansas, but I ended up staying home with my sister, Jessie. We drove about 30 minutes to Shattuck to get some taco pizza. Phe-nomenal. Then we watched the Heat game.
My good friends Cole and Wells just walked in the door. We never plan anything, but it usually involves beer, so we'll see how that turns out.
Over and out.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
"Wake up, Caleb."
That's what I heard this morning around 7:30. After I came out of my discombobulated state, I realized we had cattle to move - that thought wasn't speeding the wake-up process.
After I rubbed the tired out of my eyes and squeezed into my stranglers I was ready to get something done. Dad and I went down to the quickstop to get some breakfast, then we were off. As we were turning off of main street to head out of town, we felt something hit the back right tire and soon realized we needed a new one. We put on the brakes in the middle of the street and I jumped out and pulled out a pair of pliers, or something that probably once resembled them. What are the chances we pick up a pair of pliers on main street? Whatever they are, it didn't make for a great way to start the day.
After getting the tire changed, Dad and I met Josh, our hired hand, just East of town. Our task ahead of us consisted of using 2 four-wheelers and a pickup to move around 175 cattle down about a mile and a half of dirt road, through Tom Turner's pasture of his cattle, and through the gate to their final destination.
We got them out of the pasture fairly easy, except for the 4 calves who decided to squeeze through the barbed wire fence into the pasture of cattle we're planning to work on Wednesday. We went ahead and pushed the rest of the herd up the road, losing only two more calves in the same pasture. The cows moved pretty quickly, the calves got hot and slowed down about halfway down the road, and the bulls decided to take their sweet candie apple time the whole way. I finally started piling rocks on the footrest of the four-wheeler so I could throw at the bulls that start lagging behind. That learned 'em.
We finally got the stray calves into a pen where we loaded them in a trailer and reunited them with their mommas.
I was heading back to town around noon where I was supposed to eat lunch with Britt, but she ended up standing me up. No big deal, it's happened before. So Dad and I went to Imo's for a sub sandwich. We sat with my old youth pastor and talked about this year's Texas football season - there weren't a whole lot of positive things to discuss. As Dad and I were paying out, my "foster Mom" (as she likes to call herself), Beth, walked in. She is my special friend, to say the least. I'm sure her story will come up later.
Tomorrow, I am judging a science fair with two older people from out of town. Thanks, Mom, for getting me into that. Also, I'm pretty sure it's an elementary science fair, so I'm expecting a lot of volcanoes.
More on that tomorrow.
After I rubbed the tired out of my eyes and squeezed into my stranglers I was ready to get something done. Dad and I went down to the quickstop to get some breakfast, then we were off. As we were turning off of main street to head out of town, we felt something hit the back right tire and soon realized we needed a new one. We put on the brakes in the middle of the street and I jumped out and pulled out a pair of pliers, or something that probably once resembled them. What are the chances we pick up a pair of pliers on main street? Whatever they are, it didn't make for a great way to start the day.
After getting the tire changed, Dad and I met Josh, our hired hand, just East of town. Our task ahead of us consisted of using 2 four-wheelers and a pickup to move around 175 cattle down about a mile and a half of dirt road, through Tom Turner's pasture of his cattle, and through the gate to their final destination.
We got them out of the pasture fairly easy, except for the 4 calves who decided to squeeze through the barbed wire fence into the pasture of cattle we're planning to work on Wednesday. We went ahead and pushed the rest of the herd up the road, losing only two more calves in the same pasture. The cows moved pretty quickly, the calves got hot and slowed down about halfway down the road, and the bulls decided to take their sweet candie apple time the whole way. I finally started piling rocks on the footrest of the four-wheeler so I could throw at the bulls that start lagging behind. That learned 'em.
We finally got the stray calves into a pen where we loaded them in a trailer and reunited them with their mommas.
I was heading back to town around noon where I was supposed to eat lunch with Britt, but she ended up standing me up. No big deal, it's happened before. So Dad and I went to Imo's for a sub sandwich. We sat with my old youth pastor and talked about this year's Texas football season - there weren't a whole lot of positive things to discuss. As Dad and I were paying out, my "foster Mom" (as she likes to call herself), Beth, walked in. She is my special friend, to say the least. I'm sure her story will come up later.
Tomorrow, I am judging a science fair with two older people from out of town. Thanks, Mom, for getting me into that. Also, I'm pretty sure it's an elementary science fair, so I'm expecting a lot of volcanoes.
More on that tomorrow.
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