White Socks, (Rant of the Day... again!)

OK.... is it only me?
Please tell me it is NOT only me!

I have 5 men/boys living in this house.
Each of those men/boys has two feet.
Each of those feet wear some sort of white sock. (well, they start out white, but that's a whole another rant for another day)
Each man/boy gets 12 pairs of white socks 2 times a year = 240 white socks a year.
There are always some left over from the year before that are still good = 300 white socks.

I always try to buy the same brand of socks so they are easier to match.

Man-of-My-Dreams = Long socks
Worker #1 = kinda short socks, just over the ankle.
Worker #2 = VERY short-so-you-can't-see-em-above-his-shoes socks.
Worker #3 = mid way between the ankle & knee shocks.
Worker #4= doesn't care either way, but most are kinda short.

So, we have approximately 300 white socks for the men-folk of the house.
WHY is it, that I am sitting here after finishing folding and matching socks and I have 23 mismatched white socks?!?!?!?

Seriously... 23!!!
Not one of them is like another one anywhere in the whole stinking pile!!
How many ways are there to make white socks for men/boys?!?!?
They are white socks for cryin out loud!!!
SOCKS!!!!

There should be some council somewhere that regulates the making of white socks.
There should be a few different lengths/styles that come in various sizes.

But 23 totally different white socks???
How is this possible???

Can someone please explain to me why on earth there are so many types of white socks??
Is this a serious need?

Is there some high priced white sock engineer sitting in an office somewhere in front of his drawing board who seriously thinks.. "Hey! The buying public just doesn't have enough styles of white socks to choose from to cover their poor feet. I think I'll design a brand new type of white sock!"???

If there IS indeed a White Sock Council what is their address???
I would LOVE to write them a letter!


ok... I feel better now, Thank you for listening.

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Gone to the dogs...

Thats whats happened 'round our farm this week.

They are slowly taking over!
There is Guss The Pug Puppy.
Who, while he is the cutest thing on Earth, serves no real purpose on the farm.
He's here for pure entertainment.

Otis the Boston Terrier.
He has taken it upon himself to rid our farm of flies.
I swear he looks possessed when he see's a fly!
He freezes and waits for it to land...
Then POUNCE!!

Oh yeah.... He'll retrieve anything you decide to throw with EXTREME excitement!

Otis is the dog that proved me wrong when I said I didn't like little dogs.
Now I love em!

Two weeks ago, Sampson joined the flock.

Literally! He's a Great Pyrenees and will live in the hen house/yard with the poultry.
Yep! This soon to be HUGE, polar bear like, white dog will grow up thinking he is a bird.
Great Pyrenees are wonderful Livestock guardians.
Protecting the poultry is his job.

This is Cecile.
Cecile is one of our Great Danes, she was born right here on the farm.

Cecile has had a problem.
Cecile doesn't like being alone.
With Sampson the Chicken-Dog living in the hen house.
And Guss and Otis warming feet in our beds.
When Arlo, our other Great Dane died last month, Cecile became depressed.
Cecile became VERY depressed.
She would not eat.
She would not play.
She was mourning.

Nothing we tried could lift her up out of her dark place.
She went from a sweet happy-go-lucky dog to a withering bag of bones.
It was heartbreaking to see.

*Sigh* This is Anna.
Anna came to our house yesterday.
She is half Australian Shepard & half Lab.

Even at her tender 8 week old age, Anna has a job!
Anna is an anti-depressant.
Anna lives with Cecile now.

Cecile ate her first full meal right after Anna moved in!
And our sweet bouncy Great Dane is Back!
Thanks Anna!

Have you ever tried to take a picture of a bouncing 120lb Great Dane?

If not.. prepare for spazzed-out, fuzzy, blobs.
Will try to get some of the Happy Girl pictures today.

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Glutton for Punishment

Thats what I've been this week-end. I have, by choice, shared the space in our tiny old farmhouse with 7 (count em!! SEVEN) young people.!!

There has been NO escape from the blaring, poorly-played Guitar Hero encores, The thunderous explosions of video games (thank-you Man-of-My-Dreams for installing surround sound in the whole house!), The never-ending bursts of laughter for no apparent reason.

And the food these young people can consume???
You have NO idea!

In the past three days....

• 40+ Hot Dogs,
  
• 4, 16 inch Monster Sub sandwiches,
  
• gallons of grape salad,
  
• Quarts upon quarts of homemade Ice cream,
  
• 24 cup cakes,
  
• 4 boxes of cereal,
• 3 gallons of milk,
  
• 1 gallon jar of sour pickles,
  
• 32 firecracker chicken legs,
  
• 3 family-size bags of chips,
• 4 quarts of homemade salsa,
• 7 lbs of ground beef made into smothered hamburger patties,
• 9 HUGE batches of popcorn,
• three big bunches of bananas,
• countless pancakes,
• 3 dozen eggs,
• 9 gallons of water,
• 5 gallons of lemonade,
• a triple batch of Funky Chicken and Sesame Noodles.
• a double batch of brownies,
• 2 veggie trays and dip,

The list goes on and on....
Life as I know it and posting as usual should resume tomorrow....

Oh! and the power went out yesterday (July 4th) for 4 hours!!
4 Hours of 6200 degree Texas heat? The teenage-sweat smell is divine!

Did I mention the Little-Foreman-in-Pink cut off her hair?!?!?
Her LONG strawberry-red curly hair??

Did I mention that, after seeing how cute her "fixed" hair turned out, I decided to cut off my hair too?

And did I mention that the Man-of-My-Dreams doesn't know yet??
This should be interesting...

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