New Tag Line

Did you notice the new tag line?  I figured it was time to change it.  Since I’m not running a farm anymore, it was time for me to start getting this blog up to date.  So here is the deal….

Formally the blog, in its hay day (pun intended) and at the peak of popularity, was all about me (the city girl) bumbling my way through trying to run a dairy farm.  You all seemed to think it was pretty funny hearing my tales of honesty.

When I shut the farm down due to my horrible back problems, caused might I add from running a dairy farm, everyone begged me not to shut down the blog as well.  Problem is, what to write about?  Right?

I left it open but didn’t post much.  I thought of you all often though.  I went back to work as a dispatcher for the Pennsylvania State Police.  Then after a series of several back surgeries (I’ll give you those details later), I decided it was time to go to college.

My faithful readers know how I am.  You have been with me since October 2007.  Can you imagine me all confined to a classroom?  It has been twenty-five years since I was high school.  My brain hasn’t done anything beyond basic bath and now I’m asking it to advanced Calculus?

Formerly, Bada Bing Farm was “City Girl Moves to & Runs a Farm” and now my new tag line is…The Trials & Tribulations of College at Forty Something.

So as we turn a corner together, thanks for sticking with me.  I promise to bring you up to date over the next couple of postings.


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New Happenings

I know that it has been forever since I have posted.  Life has changed drastically for me!  Years of working hard on the farm took a toll on my back.  I have spent the past several years in and out of the hospital trying to fix my crumbling spine.  Sixteen surgeries is a lot of surgeries to have at the age of 42 and I am far from finished yet.  This is my new battle…to stay out of wheelchair…and yes, I am winning as of now!

I had to give up the farm and my precious animals which I think of almost daily.  I actually miss the hard work as well.  I know that sounds weird to most but a person can get a lot of self worth from putting in a hard days work and seeing the outcome of all the hard work day in and day out.  I am grateful though to be able to travel and go on vacation.  It had been years since I had been to the beach.  We could never go before because we always had to be back to milk every twelve hours.  People who drink milk needs to keep that in mind.  Farmers give up a lot.

Anyway, I was approached by Rob and Donna Hostetter.  They were soap customers of mine once upon a time.  They decided to purchase my soap business and my precious soap recipe.  I’ve never given that recipe to anyone before.  It was between my grandmother and I.  I really wrestled with the idea of giving it to them but my name will be forever attached to Bada Bing Goat Milk Soap and I wanted them to be successful as well.  So with promises. reassurances from them, and their names signed in blood that they would not divulge the secret recipe to anyone else…I sold the soap business.

They are really a great family and I know they will do an excellent job in carrying on my tradition of making excellent goat milk soap.  You can purchase their soap online at  So for all of you that loved my soap, it is back on the market and available again.  It is with a heavy heart that I wish them well.

As for me…I am a full-time student again.  I am going to the Southern New Hampshire University online.  I have a double major of a BS in Justice Studies and Forensic Psychology with a minor in Communications.  Many of you probably didn’t know that I have worked in Law Enforcement and Emergency Management fields since I graduated from high school.  (and I ran a farm too…I have been a busy lady!)  I’ve been a Correctional Officer, 911 dispatcher, Police Communications Officer, and the list goes on. I’ve worked for the local government and the state of PA.

At the age of 42, I have had to change my direction in my life.  I may no longer be able to do hard manual labor but I will return to the work force again.  My plan is to finish my double BS in Justice Studies and Forensic Psychology and then continue onto a Masters degree in Law.  My goal is to teach.  I want to be a Professor.

So many have laughed and said I couldn’t do it.  I mean it’s been almost 25 years since I was in high school.  But I know I’m not stupid and like farming, when I put my mind to it, I can do anything.  At the age of 42, I went back to school.  My freshman year I’ve maintained a perfect 4.0 GPA and I am pretty darned proud of that!

As far as my health goes…it has been a roller coaster of fun and excitement!  I THINK that we are finally at the last step though.  I currently have 6 herniated discs in my thoracic spine.  Having them in your thoracic spine is a whole different ball of wax.  I’m currently jumping through all the hoops my insurance company wants me to, to have the surgery to fix it.  I’ll be down and out of it for about a month to six weeks at the minimum when that does happen but HOPEFULLY I will be able to at least return to the workforce after that.  I would like to start some of my internships but have to have the surgery first.  It’s all a big pain the backside!  For someone who is used to working 16 to 20 hour days, I am going nuts sitting and laying around in the house!  Thank God for school!

As far the new blog (I got your message Sandy 🙂 goes…I don’t know if I should just keep this one going and just change subtitle and such since so many of you have become like family or should I just start a new one and shut this down.  I almost hate to do it.  This blog has so much history to hit.  It is my last link to the farm…all the pictures and everything.  What do you all think?

Happy New Year to everyone!  I hope 2013 is a GREAT year full of blessings!  It is bringing me my second grandchild due on St. Patricks day.  If she is anything like her big sister, I will be thrilled.  My granddaughter, Allison, is the joy in my life.  There have been days when  I have been so low and just wanted to throw in the towel.  Disgusted and miserable with pain in my back and I have thought I should just end it.  It was thinking of my granddaughter that pulls me out of my lowest moments.  She is so much fun, such a joy and a wonder, precious and sweet, a TRUE GIFT FROM GOD.  I love her so much and realize how blessed I truly am…back pain and all.

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From the NY Times’s “At War” Blog

So I wrote this back in March I believe.  It was published yesterday.  I’ve been overwhelmed by the emails and responses I have gotten from across the country.  Thought I would share it with my farm buddies.  Happy Memorial Day and pray for them all!

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Sally, this is for you…

A lot has changed since I posted.  I’m not sure where to begin.

We made a family decision to sell the farm which about broke my heart but had to be done.  My back couldn’t take it any longer.  I still have a few goats as pets but that is about it.  We moved into a smaller house (which is great for the back as it is easier to take care of).  I got a job with the Pa State Police as a Police Communications Operator which is just a glorified title for a dispatcher.  I love my job even though I work long hours, weekends, holidays and rotating shifts.  Since I used to be a 911 dispatcher before I became a farmer, it was like puting on an old hat without having to handle fire and ems calls.  Sally, I could write a book just about my job.  I work with a great bunch of people who are all crazy like me, pretty much think like me, and have my sick sense of humor.  I deal with many sad things but holy crap, I deal with a lot of really funny things as well.  Here is a tip…I cannot dispatch the FBI or CIA because you have been evicted out of your apartment.  Sorry for your hard times but I think the FBI, CIA, and the alike are a little busy fighting terrorism right now.

Vince is still with A. Duie Pyle, Mike and Katie are still homeschooled but we are probably going to send them back to public school next year.  My grand-daughter, Sarah Allison O’Brien was born just before Christmas.  She is the most beautiful baby I have ever seen.  No really, she is a doll and yes, I guess every grandparent thinks that but holy crap, I just love her to death.  She has stolen my heart!  Joey deployed to Afghanistan last week and now I spend my nights laying awake and worrying about him.  My daughter in-law Annie is still in North Carolina but moving back to Virginia to be closer to her family while Joey is away.  She is a wonderful mother and I’m glad God picked her to give me a grandchild.

But, I have just started a new blog.  It’s about my journey as a Marine Corp Mom…all the highs and lows.  Annie had a long conversation when Joey left (we cried a little, laughed a little, and cried a little more) but I realized one thing.  In our phone call, I was telling her how all alone I felt and that even though my head knew there are 1,000s of other Moms who are going through or went through what I am right now, my heart feels like I am the only one, that no one else in the world could possibly understand how I feel.  Annie made me feel better by telling me she felt exactly the same way.  I have placed him in God’s care but when you have a son actually fighting a war it’s truly heart wrenching.

So Sally, that is pretty much it…I’m still a smoker (although Vince isn’t anymore), I haven’t killed Vince yet (although I have secretly planned it and what wife hasn’t?), Mike and Katie are still driving me crazy and fighting with each other all the time, my hair is still red (naturally gray now but thank God for hair color), still have glasses (but they are thicker), my backside is still wide, and I still live in Ephrata. 

One other thing Sally…I’m writing a book.  Yes, a real book.  I can hear you laughing all the way here.  It is about, you guessed it, my family.  I haven’t told anyone, you are the first (I didn’t even tell my family).  No one will probably want to publish it but if they do, perhaps you and the 10 other people who actually have read my blog over the years will be the only ones to buy it.

When I am ready, I’ll post the new blog’s web address.  Take care Sally!  I hope the new year brings you all you have hoped and wished for. 

Semper Fi!

Amy (proud Marine Corps Mom who is currently loosing her freaking mind because she is freaking worrying about her son but knows her freaking out worrying family is praying for him to come safely from this stupid freaking war)

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A blessing is on the way!

Wow, I can’t believe how much has happened since I last posted.  I keep meaning to sit down and post just about everyday but the farm keeps calling me away.

Where do I even begin?  Let’s see, the most wonderful thing…I’m going to be a Grandmother!  Somebody pinch me!  I am way too excited and beyond thrilled!  This is going to be my first Grandchild.  When Joey told me the news, I looked at Vince and said, “Hand over the wallet Grandpa.  I’ve got shopping to do!”  My little blessing to be is due December 6th.  Joey deploys to Afghanistan sometime in January.  So as sad as I am (and beyond worried), I will have a new little baby, a little piece of him, left here to snuggle, cuddle, and love to ease the pain of not having my son here with me.  My new daughter in-law, Annie, is going to make an excellent mother.  Joey is truly blessed to have found her.  She is just wonderful and Vince and I adore her.

So, I’ve busted out the knitting needles, crochet needles, and sewing machine to prepare for my Grandchild.  Vince is planning a true “Italian baby shower”.  Meaning, pretty much everyone in the United States (& Italy) that is related to him is being invited.  Let’s face it, that’s about every Italian on the East Coast and half of the rest of Italians in the entire world.  Poor Annie will be kissed and hugged until she wants to run and hide.  They will rub her belly while telling her she needs eat as they shove plate after plate of food in front of her.  How do I know?  That’s what they did to me…I gained a 100 lbs. when I was pregnant with Mikey (still trying to lose 30 of those pounds still)!  Vince of course is sure the baby is a boy.  He says it has to be so he can take him on “Pop-Pop’s tractors” and bale hay with him.  Poor kid will definitely be extremely spoiled…boy or girl!

We’ve become famous, well kind of sort of that is.  A reporter from a local magazine called “The Good Life” came out early spring to do an article on the farm and goat cheese.  Then this past week, a reporter from “Lancaster Farmer” (farming newspaper which just about every farmer in the United States subscribes to or at least should anyway) came out and interviewed us for a story on the farm, the goats, goat cheeses, and goat milk soaps.  They took a bunch of pictures and I tried really hard not to be in any of them but he insisted he get a picture of Vince and I together.  My hardworking girls have taken all this in stride.  They seem to not even care anymore when yet another reporter shows up to take their picture and do yet another story on them.  All this fame hasn’t changed them at all and I’ve been beating the paparazzi away in trying to keep them from letting it all go to their heads. 🙂

In the middle of all this excitement, we’ve been working on the farm.  This year we actually did get a vegetable garden in only to have one of our bucks get out and help himself to my beets, peppers, and corn.  My “gifts from God”, Jade and Jaralyn, have been hard at work cleaning the flower beds out that hadn’t been touched in something like 10 years.  The “junkyard” aka bucks pasture has been cleaned out.  It is no longer a junkyard as all the cars, trucks, rusted tractors, and just plain trash has all been removed, cleaned out, scrapped, or thrown away.  Vince and I are putting up fencing there this weekend and the boys will be moved to their new home.  This has taken an entire year to happen and well, I’m a little relieved and excited all at the same time.  I don’t think the boys will know what to do with themselves.  They will probably think they have died and gone to heaven.  They can thank me by giving me all doelings next year and we will call it even.

We’ve only done one goat show so far this spring.  We took the boys to a buck show and walked away with Reserve Grand Champion on our buck Bada Bing Farm O’ Danny Boy which is a buck out of my Clover and Ralph.  Don’t think we will do anymore buck shows though as my boys were completely stressed out.  They all ended up getting the runs and not feeling well.  So if the world wants to see my handsome men, they will just have to come here and see them.

The soap business is going well and sometimes I feel completely overwhelmed.  I just finished the Laurel Festival craft show which I spent 3 months making soap for.  I thought I was done for a little while when I ended up getting two wholesale orders so it’s back to the kitchen and making soap again.  It’s good but it’s a lot of work too.

I’m still always behind in the cleaning, cooking, and laundry but who cares anymore.  I get it done as I get it done.  I prefer to hang out with the goats and cows.  They could careless if I am dirty and smelly as long as I show up to feed them and give a little love out to them.  That’s the nice thing about farming, the animals could careless about “politics and gossiping” which I found there is a lot of in all the office jobs and prison jobs I’ve had.  The biggest drama around here is an eventful birth or figuring out if we are having chicken or beef for dinner.

By the way, the cows are great!  They are growing fast and yep, you guessed it, spoiled rotten as well.  The kids take their cows for walks to the mailbox (I wonder what my neighbors must think).  They also take them to creek to go swimming with them.  Yes, my kids swim with their cows.  Jade and Jaralyn are always washing their cows too.  I think I probably have the cleanest cows in Lancaster County.

The pigs arrived a couple of weeks ago and Katie finally got her breeding sow she always wanted.  I finally have a pig that I can treat as a pet and get attached to since it won’t be on my dinner plate come September.  I wish I could tell you her name but Katie and Mike change it like every other day so I just call her “piggie” for now.  Isn’t that pathetic?

The ducks and chickens are doing good too.  Growing fast and loving running around the yard.  We need to get some nest boxes made and I’m dying for farm fresh eggs.  Like everything else you raise or grow yourself, they just taste so much better than when you buy it in the store.

We did have two Muskovy ducks show up this spring.  The kids named them Bob and Tom.  Bob turned out to be a “Bobette” though.  We found her one day with 14 ducklings waddling behind her.  The kids and Vince for that matter were thrilled.  Now we know why “Bob” kept attacking Mikey every time he threw hay down…seems he or rather she, had here eggs up there somewhere.

We are still kidding goats out but are finally down to just a couple of girls left to go.  I’m ready for it to be over with too.  I love the babies but after you have 100 or so born, you are ready for a break.  Come October, I’ll be ready for it all to begin again.  I definitely have to do some really good planning though so as I don’t have any babies born when my Grandchild is due to arrive.

So you are all caught up…we haven’t hit the lottery and the TV executives haven’t contacted me to do a reality show.  Book editors haven’t been knocking down my door begging me to write a book on my exciting life and the modeling agencies have finally figured out I don’t want to walk in fashion week or fly to Milan to model for their clients.  Thank God, they were beginning to drive me crazy!

Ok, enough goofing off…I’ve got to get back to work.

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So here I am…still kicking

I know it’s been awhile but you have to cut me a break…I run a farm ya know 🙂  A lot has changed both in my personal life and around the farm.  Here is a quick run down.

We are still kidding out does but have about a 4 week break before the next batch goes.  Gives us a chance to catch our breath again.  Taking care of babies can be a drain on the energy supply.  Lack of sleep slowly catches up with you, especially when your not in your 20’s anymore.  All the kids are growing well and I have some very nice does this year I am pretty excited about showing.

We are taking 3 of our boys to a buck show in MD.  Ralph, Danny Boy, and Sid are making the trip.  Should be fun trying to show bucks.  We’ve never done it before and depending on how it goes, we may never try and do it again 🙂

We recently purchased Jersey cows as well.  A couple of steers in addition.  Vince would like to milk 20 of them in addition to milking the goats.  God help me!  Yeah, I know…I’m supposed to be cutting back and taking it easier.  I guess that will come when I’m either in a wheelchair or dead. 

We have chickens again (just 6) and I got Katie 4 ducklings too.  We love our ducks (they are just pets but we do eat their eggs) & there is something relaxing about watching chickens run around your yard.  Heaven knows I need more relaxing things in my life (especially since Vince has me milking cows too).  The pigs come in a month and new this year…He is buying Katie a breeding sow because she always wanted to breed pigs.

Before you all think I’m nuts I did put my foot down on something.  Katie has been begging to get a horse and I won’t budge.  No freaking horses.  I told her to take riding lessons and if she is really into it (which I am hoping that will be enough to satisfy her “horse fix”), then she could get one with the complete understanding that she will be the absolutely only one to take care of it.

Birthday season came and went without strapping up too much.  I even got a new camera for my birthday.  It is a professional digital camera, a Cannon Rebel, which I think has been my favorite birthday or Christmas present in many, many, many years. 

Joey was transferred from Camp David to Camp Lejeune and will deploy to Afghanistan the end of January.  This has been the toughest time for me.  I was used to having him close by and seeing him atleast once a month for a weekend.  Now I won’t get to see him near as often.  I am going through what my family calls “Joey withdraw”.  I have no idea how I will handle him deploying.  Heavy drinking maybe?  How do you crawl into your warm safe bed each night knowing as a mother that one of your children isn’t safe?  I am spending so much time praying already.  My faith will pull me through.

My website it down.  I haven’t had a moments peace to work on it.  I’ll have it up and running as soon as I can.  Right now I am preparing for the 2010 Laurel Festival in Wellsboro.  I will only be doing a few craft fairs this year.  I want to take the kids to Gettysburg, Philadelphia, Valley Forge, Hershey Park, and hopefully a trip to NC to see Joey.  So I am only going to do a few goat shows and craft shows this year. 

Ok, so that’s the update.  Hopefully things will slow down a little bit and I post more often, get the website working again, and post some of the 700 pictures I’ve taken with my new camera.

Hope all is well in your life…

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United States Health Care

Want to know my thoughts on Health care? 
So they just passed a health care plan written by a committee whose Chairman says he didn’t understand it, passed by a Congress that exempts themselves from it, signed by a President who smokes, with funding administered by a Treasury Chief who didn’t pay his taxes, all to be overseen by a Surgeon General who …is obese,…. and better yet it is to be financed by a country that’s broke!  God Bless America!
Yep, that pretty much sums it up.
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The Redneck Housewives of Lancaster County

Since I had my latest round of back surgery, I’ve been watching more tv than I used to.  I am now addicted to a show called, “The Real Housewives of Orange County”.  I guess I like it because it would be the exact opposite of my life.

It got me to thinking though, I should be on a reality tv show called “The Redneck Housewives of Lancaster County”.  Here is my pitch to any network TV executives who read my blog…

The characters…

Me, the goat farmer.  They could follow me around as I pop pain pills and run the farm.  Half stoned all the time, I get the work done.  Cleaning, laundry, dishes, cooking, milking, playing mid-wife to goats at 4am, and bottle feeding babies.  I own 4 pairs of shoes total; muck boots covered in manure, cowboy boots when I want to dress up, sneakers, and Dollar Store flip-flops in the summer.  I don’t own a dress and all of my clothes are stained and in need of repair.  I mostly smell bad as I am usually covered in either birthing fluids & blood or manure & sour milk.  My two kids still at home fight constantly.  They could do a entire show on me standing in the barn screaming cuss words at my kids while milking goats as Mike and Kate roll around on the barn floor fist fighting.  They would have to get another teenage girl to translate for Katie though.  She speaks softly, fast, and mumbles too that most of the time no one has any freaking clue as to what she is saying.  They would also have to bleep out most of what Mike says since he has discovered cuss words when Mom’s not in ear shot.  Vince would be an interesting character as well.  They could do close up shots of him getting out of the car after a long business trip.  As he brings in his laptop, briefcase, and dirty laundry he gets the list of broken items that need fixed or opens up the $700 electric bill, begins to get angry, and flips out.  He hollers and then gets so mad he forgets to swallow.  Kind of looks like a rabid dog foaming at the mouth while spraying you with a gallon of saliva with every word that comes flying out of his mouth.  We spend Friday nights disbudding and tattooing baby goats.  Isn’t that what everyone else does on a Friday night?  Or perhaps an episode of me, my kids, and my three older nephews running around trying to catch the pigs that got out of their pen.  Covered in pig manure, sweat, and smelling bad, we get them all back in the pen and then thinking those pigs are going to taste real good sooner than later if they do this again…”Load em up boys, it’s butchering time and I’m hungry for fresh bacon”!

My sister Lori…She could play the part of the greasy mechanic’s wife.  My brother in-law, God Bless him, works harder than most people.  He puts in 20 hour days on a regular basis to feed the huge family living in his house.  They have 5 kids, my other sister Kim and her baby, her other two kids on the weekends, and their oldest daughter, Amanda, her husband, baby (with one on the way) who live in the apartment in the basement.  They could do a show on Lori cleaning the house and bagging trash.  Then sneaking the trash to the dumpster without her husband knowing because he is a hoarder.  Yes, she really sneaks trash to the dumpster.  And yes, if John notices it, he brings it back in.  She could give lessons on stretching the almighty dollar to feed that huge family.  She has given up on keeping a spotless house and finding a place where she can go and hide to be alone for 5 minutes.  To be honest, I’m in awe of her.  If I was in her shoes, I would be drunk all the time.

Lets see, who else could be in the show.  I know, my Mom.  She is thin, small, and most people aren’t intimidated by her size.  They could do an episode of her in my kitchen telling my other sister Ann and I how to cook the holiday dinner even though we’ve cooked the holiday dinner for the last 10 years.  She hangs over your shoulder, barking orders, and telling us what we have to do next.  Then one of the Grandkids come into the kitchen asking a dumb question and that sets he off.  Next thing you know, she chews someone out up one side and down the other while Ann and I hide the frying pans so she doesn’t whack them up side the head with it.  Wait a minute…I had a flash from my childhood…ok, it’s gone now.  (To be fair and honest here…My Mom is an excellent cook, is usually right, but does have a mean left hook with a frying pan 🙂  I do love her and she would do anything for me.  I’m not trading her in for a new Mom and you can’t have her either!)

My sister Ann…She could be the “shock” effect here.  She is a single mother of three children.  She willingly goes to Hollister to buy them clothes (I shop at Wal-mart or the Goodwill Store).  She would be the only one who works outside of the home as an Executive Secretary for the PA State Treasurer.  She has a closet full of dresses and high heal shoes but there is still the Redneck girl in her.  You know what they say…you can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the redneck out of the girl.  Piss her off and you’ll quickly realize the apple doesn’t fall from the tree.

My sister Michelle…Cleaning is a dirty word to her.  I remember all but having to beat her with a tire iron when we were little to do her fair share of chores.  She is an excellent Mom and is totally in love with her husband who loves to collect Star Wars figures and the alike.  The love going to Star Wars conventions and have an entire room dedicated to all the “collectibles” of Star Wars figures and such.  From the first day I met her husband, Terry, I said he was a male version of Michelle.  They were made for each other.  They could do an episode of Terry, her, and the baby getting ready for another convention.  To be honest…this is a love story here and I don’t know anyone else who is happier with their life.  So I guess the clean and neatly kept house doesn’t really matter.  She probably is smarter than the rest of us.

They could do an episode of a holiday dinner or perhaps a family wedding.  Someone is bound to get too drunk and bring up politics and religion.  We are passionate Republicans while my Dad is a passionate Democrat.  My Step-Mother has banned politic talk as it quickly leads to screaming, hollering, doors slamming, and half the family not speaking to the other half for the next 6 months or something.  Our religion preferences range from Born Again and Mennonite to Roman Catholic and non-practicing Christians.  We live in trailers to old homes built in the 1700’s.  We drive beat up pick-up trucks and mini-vans.  Our children learn how to run a tractor and skid loader before they learn how to drive vehicles.  We can feed a family until they are stuffed spending only $10 at the McDonald’s drive thru by ordering off of the dollar menu.  We love 4-wheelers & snowmobiles.  We swim in the creek instead of swimming pools.  Farting and burping contests are common games played at family renions.  Some of us go to church faithfully and some don’t.  Most of us are “poor” fiancially and none of us are rich. 

Yep, I’m a Redneck and come from a family of Rednecks.  There are a lot of differences between us but the common thread is this…we all love God and we all love each other.  We are close and tight nit.  My family is here for me when I need them, no matter what.  To the gals from Real Housewives of Orange County we might be dirt poor but to us we are richer than most.  Why?  Because we have each other.  This is my crazy family and crazy life that I wouldn’t trade for a new one (ok, most of the time anyway).

What do you all think?  Sound like a good reality TV show or what?

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The latest happenings…

I’ve had almost 40 babies born in the past couple of weeks while dealing with two winter blizzards less than a week apart.  Everytime I turned around I was running to the barn to deliver babies and another foot of snow was on the ground.  Vince of course was in New England.  There were times I just wanted to cry but I stomped my feet, said a few curse words, apologized to God for letting it get the best of me, and plugged away again.  Come on, every 39 year old turning 40 in a couple of months deserves to have temper tantrum once in awhile right?

I kept thinking to myself, didn’t we leave the mountains and head south so the winters were less snowy and less cold?  Seems it followed us south.  Wellsboro actually got less snow than we did here.  Global warming or Murphy’s Law?  Perhaps a little of both.

Anyway, kidding season is in full swing.  I have about a weeks break before another set of does kicks off again.  I’m taking this break to catch up on sleep, cleaning, and laundry.  Although I can’t seem to get caught up on anything lately.

I have a few doelings and bucklings for sale this year.  It’s time to cut the numbers again to keep things more managable.  Vince is traveling a lot more it seems so without his help the work load falls on me and my aching back.  I made him buy me a new boxspring and mattress to help that aching back.  It was time as the old one was 16 years old and was done about 6 years ago.  I wouldn’t let him go cheap either.  I think after 4 back surgeries and all the metal I have in my back, I deserve a good night’s rest in a good bed.  Trouble is, it feels so good, I don’t want to get out of it.  By the way, those sleep number beds are great, costly, and popular but they don’t hold up.  My Mom has one.  She wasn’t able to adjust the numbers anymore as soon as it was out of warranty…figures right?

Along with all the snow we got, the kids (the human kind that is) decided to do a lot of snowmobiling.  One night Katie jumped on the snowmobile and started it up.  The throttle was stuck, it took off like a bat out of hell and slammed into the side of my truck.  Damaged the truck and the snowmobile.    Vince was screaming and yelling not so nice words.  Katie ran for cover and I stood in the house looking out the window laughing (so that Vince couldn’t see or hear me).  If someone would have videotaped it, I could have sent it into America’s Funniest Home Videos and been $10,000 richer.  Anyway, my truck now matches my livingroom furniture…the same livingroom furniture that was used as a chew toy when the dogs were puppies.  What can I say?  I’ll wait to have nice things once the kids and pets are gone.

Of course the snow also damaged the barn roof some more.  All the skylights broke under the weight of the snow.  One more thing to add to the list of broken and damaged stuff around here.  I swear the goats stand there and look at me thinking…Uh, HELLO, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO FIX THIS PROBLEM?  Sorry girls, I’m trying.  The repair list is long while the funds are short.

My parents’ were in Florida for the last blizzard.  I talked to my Dad on the morning we were being blasted.  He was walking on the beach and it was sunny.  I told them I was no longer speaking to them.  To make amends, they purchased me an early birthday present.  The t-shirt that reads, “Don’t me with me!  I raised a Marine”!  Perfect shirt for me my middle son says because I am known as the Drill Instructor here.  Yeah, he doesn’t have a clue.  But I will admit, I love my shirt.  Perhaps I’ll wear it to the next ADGA show so all those grumpy goat breeders who love to dabble in nasty rumors and goat politics will stay clear of me. 

Yes, you can probably tell, I’m in a mood.  I hate politics and I suck at them.  Trouble is, I just say what’s on my mind but most times people can stand it when you are that down right honest with them.  I get it from my Mother…blame her.  She might not have given me the skinny gene and the perfect skin gene (that she gave my sister Ann of course) but she did give me that fiesty red headed attitude that either gets me noticed or gets me into trouble. 

Ok, off to make the family dinner.  If you are bored and work for food, feel free to stop by the farm.  You can milk, feed babies, trim hooves, clean pens, shovel snow, do laundry, clean the house, or cook.  I’m not picky…you choose.

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2010 Pa State Farm Show & Kidding Season Kicks Off

A lot has happened since I last posted.  Our Pa State Farm Show was an unbelievable experience.  The next couple of days afterwards were tough.

First the good news…Youth Dairy Goat Show and Open Dairy Goat Show

Katie won Grand Champion Nubian Dairy Goat, Best of Breed and Champion Challenge with her doe (and one of my favorites) Ziggy Acres TXE Shamrock.  She also placed 1st or 2nd in all of her other Nubian classes.  The Pa Cable Network was there taping the show which was pretty neat since they taped Mike’s big win last year with his Saanen doe Bada Bing Farm Holly.

Ziggy Acres TXE Shamrock

Mike won not only Jr. Reserve Grand Champion Saanen Doe (Bada Bing Farm Holly) but Reserve Grand Champion Saanen doe (Bada Bing Farm Lillian), Grand Champion Saanen Doe (OHF CPP Mada aka Maudie Moo), Champion Challenge Saanen Doe, Best of Breed Saanen Doe, but the highest of all…Best Doe In Show!  Yep, Maudie Moo won the whole kit and kaboodle.  Every doe he exhibited won.  You just can’t get any better than that!

Maudie MooBada Bing Farm Lillian

Mike was on cloud nine as several newspapers and TV stations interviewed him and took his picture with his Champion Maude.  We weren’t even back to earth when the next day we started to exhibit in the Open Dairy Goat Show.

Katie was up first and of course the Nubian classes were packed.  She showed Shamrock in a class of 12 other goats.  After winning her class, Shamrock went on to take Reserve Grand Champion Nubian Doe and win another leg towards her permanent champion status.  I was so proud of her as she did an excellent job against some tough competition.

Ziggy Acres TXE Shamrock

Next was Mike and he was nervous as can be because again the competition was tough.  Bada Bing Farm Holly won Jr. Reserve Grand Champion.  Bada Bing Farm Lillian won her class but that was it.  But…our Maudie Moo won it all AGAIN!  She took Grand Champion Saanen Doe, Champion Challenge Saanen Doe and BEST OF BREED!  She won her first champion leg and I have to admit, this was the first time we showed her in an ADGA show.

OHF CPP Mada aka Maudie Moo

When Mike went out for Best Doe in Show he had no expectations of winning it yet again.  As the judge discussed all the Best of Breed does, he said it came down to our Maude and the Toggenburg exhibited by Ann Weikel.  My heart was in my throat, I broke into a cold sweat, and I think I stopped breathing at one point.  I couldn’t believe Mike looked so calm.  The Togg won by an inch but the judge said it was close.  We were thrilled anyway.

After coming home with a pile of ribbons and plaques (I had won two tiny little blue ribbons for my goat milk soap), I told the kids how extremely proud I was of them.  It was nice to see them go from standing in 10th place 3 years ago to winning Best of Breed and Best Doe in Youth Show this year.  Our goal is to always improve and do better by learning from your mistakes.  Sometimes luck has a little to do with it to but the kids definately deserved it.  Especially since my back surgery, Mike and Katie have been basically running the farm on their own doing all the hard work that comes with running a dairy.  It made the wins especially sweet for them.

Less than a week after we were home, kidding season kicked off.  Our nubian doe Violet gave us triplet doelings!  The next morning Katie’s favorite doe Francessca went into labor.  After 7 hours of her pushing and Katie and I trying to pull the now dead kid out, we had to put her down.  I did a c-section on her hoping there was another viable kid behind the stuck one but unfortunately all were lost.  I felt so incrediably bad for Katie as she just adored Francessca.  She was so excited for her to have her babies because she was hoping for spotted babies like Francessca.  I always feel like I have failed when this is the outcome of a bad situation.  Even the vet said I did everything I could but my mind always goes over and over it again telling me I should of or could of done something else.

Francessca as a doeling

Katie came in the house and cuddled with the three little doelings that were born the day before.  Sometimes snuggling with a newborn baby goat can cure what ails your heart.  Unfortunately the next day we lost the smallest of the three doelings.  I noticed her having labored breathing the night before but didn’t say anything to anyone as I didn’t want to add insult to injury after losing Francessca.  By noon time she was truly suffering so I gave her meds to go to sleep.  I held her in my arms until she passed.  She was only a little over 24 hours old but somehow had my heart.  I don’t think any goat has ever passed away on my farm without me shedding a few tears.

I have lots of does due to kid any day now.  I am praying everything goes much easier and without shedding anymore tears.  Although farm life can be so rewarding, it can also just truly down right suck sometimes as well.

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