Larry Glassburn

Woof, what a week! Larry's untimely and greatly unexpected accidental death has rocked our little community.

I knew he had a lot of irons in the fire, but I had no idea. I knew he was deeply into organic farming and had a filing cabinet between his ears as big as the Pentagon. He was into so many things, I can't even begin to list them. He gave speeches at seminars, promoting organic/sustainable farming. He was very knowledgeable about soil and how to fix it without chemicals. He belonged to numerous organic farming organizations and was an officer in several.

As a neighbor and friend he was helping us with our pitiful little piece of farm ground, and I was really getting into picking his brain. I want to get into a local niche market with organics. In my mind I'm thinking fruit. Nanking cherries, raspberries, plums, chokecherries, etc. And maybe free range chickens and organic eggs. Goats milk is another thing I'm considering.

Anyway all of that aside. The funeral was huge, which I knew it would be. There were people from all over there. One gentleman who hauls Larry's organic hay back to Pennsylvania to the Amish Dairies had brought his family this trip to meet Larry, only to find out about his passing. Dave, another neighbor and good friend loaned them his pick up so they could leave the loaded truck at the farm and get a motel and they stayed for the funeral.

Trudy, Larry's wife spoke very eloquently, but truthfully about him. But then she's and English and Drama teacher.

The pastor was a bit windy in my opinion, but it happens.

Anyway on the the after the funeral party. The party was Trudy's idea. While all the friends, neighbors, classmates, relatives and people he knew from his organic endeavors were here, she wanted the kids to have an opportunity to visit in an informal setting and here stories about there dad. The kids are Rebecca, Ross and Lindsey, about 26, 24, 22. So being the good bunch of rednecks we are, a few of us got together and cleaned out his quonset, (aka big metal rounded roof shop), got some tables and folding chairs, wood for the stove and of course barrels to save all the beer cans in, gotta recycle you know. Also, Trudy had food running out of her ears and figured this would be a good opportunity to get it used up instead of wasted.

The party was a blast, but the food thing backfired as people kept bringing more food. And beer, and more beer, and more beer. Lots of Pabst Blue Ribbon, Larry's fave. I would guess that through the course of the evening probably 300 people wandered in and out. My hubby and I arrived early to help set up food and didn't get home until after 1:00 a.m. Thank god it's only about 200 yards home.

All I can say is what a testament to what he meant to the community.

I'm sure as more folks he worked with that aren't local find out, Trudy will get cards, etc. for a long time. In the mean time she has a lot on her plate, keeping the farm and organics programs going until they can decide what they're going to do. But friends and neighbors have all offered to pitch in and help. I know one field needs corn planted for sure, and organic certification filings and other forms need to be kept up. The farm is a corporation and she has a good lawyer, that will help her and Larry's sister work things out.

Luckily, Larry's friend Dave has a pretty good idea about what's going on and Ken Disney is another local organic farmer who can be of great help.

AS for some of the funny stuff. Toad said St. Peter is probably wondering what they were thinking. Larry arrives at the pearly gates and is already peering through, saying "this needs some phosphate, this needs some fish emulsion, this needs some potassium, let me in we gotta fix this stuff!"

Dave says he's going out to the cemetery and taking a soil sample and he's going to go back and spread all the proper nutrients on Larry's grave and sit back an giggle when the cemetery staff can't figure out why the grass grows like crazy there.

Barney figures Pabst Blue Ribbon is gonna wonder why they're only selling half as much beer around here now.

In closing this post, if I can be half the friend and neighbor Larry was, I'll be doing good.

Mrs. Silda Spitzer

Silda Spitzer, is wife of dumb ass Eliot Spitzer. I cannot believe that woman is standing by her man. If he was my husband I'd have kicked him in the ass so hard he'd be farting out his ears. It's not bad enough that he was screwing around, he had a high profile political positions and was screwing around with a high class hooker. What a stupid shit. Then he gets busted and expects Selda to forgive him and love him as he goes on some road to redemption. BULLSHIT. The only road Selda Spitzer should give him is one way out of her life.

Plus what kind of example are Selda Spitzer, Hillary Clinton and other high profile women set for other women and their daughters when the stay and support these dumb shits. They are saying it's ok for your husband to screw around on you and humiliate you and make you look like an idiot.

A good redneck wife would've kicked him to the curb asap.

So just for all you women here's a great t-shirt.

Governor Spitzer, aka Client #9

So Governor Spitzer of New York, done got himself in a pickle. What is it that politicians can't keep their drawers up? Governor Spitzer, aka Client #9, was boinking a cute young prostitute through a high class service. You'd think these dumb shits would've figured out by now anytime you have a high profile, in the public eye job, and you go off monkeying around, you're gonna get busted.

But, hey these guys are great fodder for the t-shirt business.

The end of the line for #9

Client 9

Grime Scene

The Grime Scene. Hilarious t-shirts for little boys. Every good redneck mom knows that all her boys big and little are dirty little boogers. Always looking for the best mud puddle, greasy engine, or whatever other filth they can find.

The Grime Scene is the perfect shirt for you dirty boys. It looks like that crime scene tape you see on police and detective shows. With summer coming on we all know the boys will be out in the garage fixing the lawn mower or getting the boat ready for fishing and all them other dirty, greasy, grimey things boys and men do. Now they can have the best shirt in the world to wear on those I"m gonna get dirty days.

You can get this for you boys at Grime Scene

I see Obama people

I gotta tell ya, I'm tired of all this election coverage. You can't escape it. I know it's important, but I'm on information overload here.

You turn on the news and it's Hillary this, Obama that, McCain something else, yada, yada, yada.

And Hillary Rodham Clinton, doesn't seem to know when she should shut up. Of course today the big flap is all about some bonehead using Obama's middle name, which we all know is Hussein. So what. What the hell kind of middle name is Rodham? It sounds like rotten to me.

Anyway, I made some great and cute support Obama stuff.

Irish Whiskey makes me frisky

I stumbled across the cutest St. Patrick's Day drinking shirt, and it doesn't say anything about green beer! Irish Whiskey makes me frisky! If I do say so myself, the Irish make some lovely whiskey!

The shirt has great emerald green text and little shamrocks that look like they're dancing across the front of the shirt.

Greetings Ya'll!

Well, it's early spring and summer is right around the corner. Ya know what summer means? Vacations! Rednecks like vacations too. Anywhere there's fishing, Nascar, hunting, beer, horseshoes,bbq, you'll find rednecks. But the ultimate redneck vacation is to be abducted by aliens.

To make the ultimate trip to the ufo and meet the little green men. To be probed, prodded, poked and have their brain examined! And then dropped back into there fishing boat or pickup or camper and live to tell the tale.

You can get this hilarious on t-shirts and mugs at Redneck Vacation.

Greetings Ya'll!

Well, it's early spring and summer is right around the corner. Ya know what summer means? Vacations! Rednecks like vacations too. Anywhere there's fishing, Nascar, hunting, beer, horseshoes,bbq, you'll find rednecks. But the ultimate redneck vacation is to be abducted by aliens.

To make the ultimate trip to the ufo and meet the little green men. To be probed, prodded, poked and have their brain examined! And then dropped back into there fishing boat or pickup or camper and live to tell the tale.

You can get this hilarious on t-shirts and mugs at Redneck Vacation.

Just got this joke in an email from a friend. It'd be even funnier if it weren't so true.


This was nominated for best joke of the year - worth sharing.
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> A Somalian arrives in Minneapolis as a new immigrant to the
> UnitedStates.
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> He stops the first person he sees walking down the street and says,
> "Thank you Mr. American for letting me in this country , giving me
> housing, food stamps, free medical care, and free education!" The
> passerby says, "You are mistaken, I am Mexican."
> The man goes on and encounters another passerby. "
> Thank you for having such a beautiful country here in America !" The
> person says, "I not American, I Vietnamese."
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> The new arrival walks further, and the next person he sees he stops,
> shakes his hand and says, "Thank you for the wonderful America!" That

> person puts up his hand and says, "I am from Middle East , I am not
> American!"
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> He finally sees a nice lady and asks, "Are you an American?" She says

> , "No, I am from Africa!"
> Puzzled, he asks her, "Where are all the Americans?"
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> The African lady checks her watch and
> says..."Probably at work!!!!!!!
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> IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS, TOMORROW AT 11:30 AM
> YOU WILL RECEIVE THREE ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS ABSOLUTELY FREE.

Along with the joke here's a t-shirt to go along with it.

So, I finally got my new Bamboo fun tablet today and I'm proud to present to the world my very 1st artistic creation. I call it Lady Bug in the Sun!

Seriously the thing is fun. It will take some practice to use it well but I'm looking forward to good things.

Mornin ya'll!

A really nice lady I know that sells the cutest little dog paintings at cafepress on Christmas ornaments and stuff found some sticky fingered feller was selling her designs on ebay. She filched the designs from the web and was selling them on return address labels!

So then this nice lady gets on the forum board and warns the rest of us we'd better check it out because there were other designs she knew had been lifted from other Shopkeepers.

I didn't have any of my images filched, but then I figure who wants a return address label that says, "A hard on doesn't count as personal growth" or "we don't need the electric chair, we need electric bleachers"

But for any of my fellow Cafepress Shopkeepers who want to keep an eye on here store, just paste http://stores.ebay.com/Benas-Custom-Labels_W0QQcolZ4QQdirZ1QQfsubZ0QQftidZ2QQtZkm into your browser bar. It'll take you straight to here store.

TGIF
janelle

For lack of interest in doing anything else I went surfing for sarcastic stuff to say to telemarketers and found the following story. Enjoy!

Fun with telemarketers

What to say to a telemarketer! One of the things that has always bugged me (and I'm sure it has most of you, too) is to sit down to dinner only to be interrupted by a phone call from a telemarketer. I decided, on one such occasion, to try to be as irritating to them as they were to me. The call was from AT&T, and it went something like this:

Me: Hello

AT&T: Hello, this is AT&T....

Me: Is this AT&T?

AT&T: Yes, this is AT&T....

Me: This is AT&T?

AT&T: Yes. This is AT&T....

Me: Is this AT&T?

AT&T: YES! This is AT&T. May I speak to Mr. Salem please?

Me: May I ask who is calling?

AT&T: This is AT&T.

Me: OK, hold on.

At this point, I put the phone down for a solid 5 minutes thinking that, surely, this person would have hung up the phone. I ate my salad. Much to my surprise, when I picked up the receiver, she was still waiting.

Me: Hello?

AT&T: Is this Mr. Salem?

Me: May I ask who is calling please?

AT&T: Yes, this is AT&T....

Me: Is this AT&T?

AT&T: Yes, this is AT&T....

Me: This is AT&T?

AT&T: Yes, is this Mr. Salem?

Me: Yes, is this AT&T?

AT&T: Yes, sir.

Me: The phone company?

AT&T: Yes, sir.

Me: I thought you said this was AT&T.

AT&T: Yes, sir, we are a phone company.

Me: I already have a phone.

AT&T: We aren't selling phones today, Mr. Salem.

Me: Well, whatever it is, I'm really not interested, but thanks for calling.

When you are not interested in something, I don't think you can express yourself any plainer than by saying "I'm really not interested", but this lady was persistent.

AT&T: Mr. Salem, we would like to offer you 10 cents a minute, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.

Now, I am sure she meant she was offering a "rate" of 10 cents a minute, but she at no time used the word "rate". I could clearly see that it was time to whip out the trusty old calculator and do a little ciphering.

Me: Now, that's 10 cents a minute 24 hours a day? AT&T: (getting a little excited at this point by my interest) Yes, sir, that's right! 24 hours a day!

Me: 7 days a week?

AT&T: That's right.

Me: 365 days a year?

AT&T: Yes, sir.

Me: I am definitely interested in that! Wow!! That's amazing!! AT&T: We think so!

Me: That's quite a sum of money!

AT&T: Yes, sir, it's amazing how it adds up.

Me: OK, so will you send me checks weekly, monthly or just one big one at the end of the year for the full $52,560? If you send an annual heck, can I get a

cash advance?

AT&T: Excuse me?

Me: You know, the 10 cents a minute.

AT&T: What are you talking about?

Me: You said you'd give me 10 cents a minute, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. That comes to $144 per day, $1,008 per week and $52,560 per year. I'm just interested in knowing how you will be making payment.

AT&T: Oh no, sir, I didn't mean we'd be paying you. You pay us 10 cents a minute.

Me: Wait a minute here! Didn't you say you'd give me 10 cents a minute? Are you sure this is AT&T?

AT&T: Well, yes, this is AT&T, sir, but....

Me: But nothing! How do you figure that by saying that you'll give me 10 cents a minute that I'll give you 10 cents a minute? Is this some kind of suliminal telemarketing scheme? I've read about things like this in the Enquirer, you know. Don't use your alien brainwashing techniques on me.

AT&T: No, sir, we are offering 10 cents a minute for....

Me: THERE YOU GO AGAIN! Can I speak to a supervisor please?!? AT&T: Sir, I don't think that is necessary.

Me: Sure! You say that now! What happens later? AT&T: What?

Me: I insist on speaking to a supervisor! AT&T: Yes, Mr. Salem. Please hold.

So, now AT&T has me on hold, and my supper is getting cold. I begin to eat while I'm waiting for a supervisor. After a wait of a few minutes and while I have a mouth full of food.......

Supervisor: Mr. Salem?

Me: Yeth?

Supervisor: I understand you are not quite understanding our 10 cents a minute program.

Me: Id thish Ath Teeth & Teeth? (Is this AT&T)

Supervisor: Yes, sir, it sure is.

I had to swallow before I choked on my food. It was all I could do to suppress my laughter, and I had to be careful not to produce a snort.

Me: No, actually I was just waiting for someone to get back to me so that I could sign up for the plan.

Supervisor: OK, no problem, I'll transfer you back to the person who was helping you.

Me: Thank you.

I was on hold once again and managed a few more mouthfuls. I needed to end this conversation. Suddenly, there was an aggravated but polite voice at the other end of the phone.

AT&T: Hello, Mr. Salem. I understand that you are interested in signing up for our plan?

Me: Do you have that friends and family thing because you can never have enough friends and I'm an only child and I'd really like to have a little brother.........

AT&T: (click)

Note From Me: When I get a call from a telemarketer I prefer to give them options. I simply tell them Steve is not here right now but would they prefer to speak to Slob Boy, Gutter Boy, BrainDead Man ..... Click............

Or My Other Favorite... Are you single? Click............

A big thanks to the Highland County Florida Sheriff's dept. for visiting my Police Humor

Hope they enjoyed my special brand of police humor. I get a lot of ideas from my son who is a Nebraska State Patrolman.

Have a good day ya'll

A picture of my latest foster dog/puppy that needs a home. He's only 4 mos. old. Can you believe the people who bought him wanted to euthanize him just because the kids were allergic?

He is a cutie. 4 months old, Japanese Chin. Not only is he a cutie, He is a character and very affectionate and attentive. Loves my 6 toed cat and gets along with our 3 dogs.

He'll never get very big, 10 pounds at most. He would be a wonderful pet for a little ole lady or little ole man.

I've had him for about 2 weeks now, got him caught up on his vaccinations and worming. He has no health problems and has a wonderful personality. If I didn't already have 3 dogs and live on a farm, I'd keep him in a heartbeat. But he's just to little to be safe here on the farm. Some day an owl or hawk will spy him and he'd become birdfood and I don't want that. He's too nice a dog and could bring so much happiness to the right family.

SOOOOOOO, I will keep him until I can find him a good and loving home, where they will pamper him, love him, pet him, take him to the vet, walk him, spoil him and love him the way he needs to be loved. In turn, he will bring his family much unconditional love and acceptance.

janelle

If you are interested in shorty/ping, email me at shcirerf@yahoo.com

So, University of Florida student Andrew Meyer who is well known for taping his own practical jokes had one back fire on him when he was tased at a John Kerry event.

What a dumb ass! Security for high profile politicians is tight and they don't fuck around. I don't feel even a little sorry for that dingle butt.

Here's my take on the whole thing.

I love this shirt! Click on the link above for the site where it's located.

So, here goes the story of Kittycat.

The Labor day weekend is also the weekend of the Old Settlers celebration in Lodgepole, NE and it was the first University of Nebraska Cornhuskers football game, which was televised! Needless to say my hubby and I got more than a little tipsy.

About midnight hubbys cell phone rang and by the time I found it, it had quit ringing, there was no message just a phone # for the missed call. It was a Colorado area code, but I didn't think to much about it as our neighbor frequently calls for a ride home when he's to drunk to drive and has relatives in CO and just figured someone was calling to see if we could come and get Jeff. I spaced it off and went back to bed. We were in no shape to go get anyone!

So this was Sat. night. Last night, (Tues) hubby gets a text message on his phone around midnight, we didn't notice it until this morning when his phone was beeping and he thought he forgot to plug it in. Anyway, we look at message and it's from the same CO # but they left the message. "can I come over, kittycat". We just laughed and figured someone has a phone # mixed up. Deleted the message and went on with our day.

Hubby called me about 4 pm today, laughing, "kittycat" had left another text message. Now here I have to stop and explain, my hubby is "technically challenged" when it comes to the text messaging, computers, etc. He can change the motor in yer old Chevy in an afternoon, but text message, Ha. On top of that he's missing a couple of fingers and definitely cannot spell on the phone.

So I called ole "kittycat", got some god awful rap music, voice says enjoy the music while your party is reached, then I left the message that if she was chasing my hubby and wanted to be his girlfriend, she needed to get her arse up here and help me out with the laundry, dishes, trash, lawn mowing, garden weeding etc.

Shortly after that, our oldest son dropped by and I was telling him about it and he said I should have told her to grab her big black dildo and her strap on and get up here, cuz we needed some new entertainment. I about fell out of my chair laughing. Wish I'd would of thought of that! Really, I wouldn't send that, to much risk! But it was funny.

I always told my hubby if he ever got a girlfriend to bring her home, I could use the help. Come to think of it, if cheaters would bring the cheatee home to see what their life was really like they'd probably run fer the hills! rolf!

Anyway, it's been a hoot and I hope that kittycat can get her phone numbers straight. If she's listening to rap she definitely does NOT want my hubby, he's redneck, into John Wayne, old war movies and country music, not to mention the missing fingers.

Now if Kayecee will just get her little hoochiemama butt up here and get them damn sequins off my kitchen floor and fetch me another beer, I'll be a happy camper!

janelle

One more harvest picture. That's my baby. He's 6'1" with the hat so it gives you an idea of the size of the machinery.

More harevest photos below!
Enjoy.

The Combine! This is an older model John Deere! Cutting our wheat! Woo Hoo! For a change we had a good crop and the price was decent. That's my husbands Uncle Gene doing the navigation.













Below, Augering the grain from the combine
to the truck.



This is wheat in the field. It's what you're
bread is made of!
Harvest pictures!














This is the crew doing what they do best while waiting on the truck to come back from the elevator. From left to right, Uncle Gene, Art (my FIL) and the DH. Ya gotta love those green shirts! The City (his day job) pays for them and he does mechanic work, fixes all the stuff at the landfill, so he wears them all the time. Free work clothes are a good thing. And you can't miss him in emergency green! If you look real close by FIL's leg you can see part of Max the dog.