Fridays at the Funny Farm: There Was a Sheepish Dogpile!

Fridays at the Funny Farm: There Was a Sheepish Dogpile!

Fridays at the Funny Farm: There Was a Sheepish Dogpile!

This is Maeve.

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Fridays at the Funny Farm: We Hauled More Flamin’ Hay!

Fridays at the Funny Farm: We Hauled More Flamin’ Hay!

You know that thing where kids only mention their shoes are too small as you’re leaving for church? or that you’re out of peanut butter after the other cookie ingredients are mixed? or three minutes before the shop closes, they announce a grade threatening need for poster board? Well, farm kids do a lot of that!  “Oh, by the way, we’re out of sheep feed.”  “Oh, by the way, the turkeys’ waterer is leaking and won’t hold water!”  “Oh, by the way, Poppy had babies, she won’t use a nesting box, and it is 11 degrees!” “Awesome!  You couldn’t have

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Fridays at the Funny Farm: Global Warming? We Blame Earl!

Fridays at the Funny Farm: Global Warming?  We Blame Earl!

When all else fails…Blame Earl! We have a neighbor named Earl.  (Actually, Earl is not his name.  I believe in protecting the privacy of every individual…even Earl.)  Earl is, in fact, a perfectly nice guy.  However, he’s taken on the role of Ultimate Schlemiel to our family!  To explain, I have to take you back to when we moved to the farm. We found the reason toast always lands jelly side down! There were some interesting architectural details in our farmhouse.  Things like: Whopper-jaw door and window trim Four inch gaps in the baseboards Ceramic floor tile with tricky cuts,

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Fridays at the Funny Farm: Murder in the Pantry Express

Fridays at the Funny Farm: Murder in the Pantry Express

I know someone, somewhere will find this story offensive.  However, I’m pretty sure it won’t be someone who lives in the country! Life in the country is wonderful!  Yet, it comes with a few unavoidable downsides.  One of these is the guarantee that every fall, field mice will decide their pantry is running low and the heater is on the blink.  So, they’ll venture into my heated home and fully stocked pantry!  Because of this, my pantry is populated by several million airtight glass jars. Normally, we don’t face the invasion until October.  But, recent flooding has driven the nasty

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Fridays at the Funny Farm: The Fall of Woman

Fridays at the Funny Farm:  The Fall of Woman

If you have more than one child (or siblings), I’m sure you’ve experienced the oldest and most annoying game in the world!  Thankfully, my kids are past the age for this ‘entertaining’ game.  However, I noticed a friend’s boys indulging in a rousing round the other day.  Suddenly, I remembered my husband saying he used this strategy to annoy his older sister. I was struck that though kids change, they remain the same.  I mean they may live on cell phones, game systems, and computers, but a good round of sibling baiting gives joy and meaning to childish lives!  In

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Fridays At The Funny Farm: Mission Impossible Accomplished

Fridays At The Funny Farm: Mission Impossible Accomplished

Jonah recently had a birthday.  The Saturday before said birthday, we had the ‘Family/Family Friends Party’!  This is a very odd mixture of people.  It is also a mixture of very odd people.  I mean there are a couple of ‘normals’ thrown in to keep things interesting, but most of us are knowingly guilty of oddness aforethought.

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Fridays at the Funny Farm: The Green Acres Gaffe

Fridays at the Funny Farm: The Green Acres Gaffe

Our farmhouse sits on about five acres of ‘yard’.  These five acres are much more trouble than the other 25+ acres of ‘pasture’.  Why, you ask?  Because, they’re encircled by a wooden rail fence. Although the fence is fairly aesthetically pleasing, it has a serious downside.  You can easily spot the downside when you notice the sheep’s reaction to it.  They don’t wander about inside it.  They don’t poke their heads through its gaps and graze on the other side.  No!  They put their hooves over their mouths in a failed attempt to smother laughter as they run straight through

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Fridays at the Funny Farm: This Means WAR!

Fridays at the Funny Farm: This Means WAR!

Gather around, boys and girls!  Before we get to today’s funny, we need to have story time! Once upon a time, many (many) years ago, a perfectly well-behaved teenage girl took eleventh grade French.  The girl made good grades and caused no trouble.  If she was a little talkative, at least she and her friend Hufflepuff did their illicit chatting in French.  (Heck, they probably should’ve received extra-credit for all that practice.) The French teacher, however, did not believe they deserved credit.  She believed all smart children should be perfectly behaved.  When her constant pacing and patrolling didn’t evoke the

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Fridays at the Funny Farm: Can I Sedate the Horse?

Fridays at the Funny Farm: Can I Sedate the Horse?

I love being a nurse. Caring for sick children gives my life purpose.  My work makes a difference for families on their darkest days.  It gives immense satisfaction, opportunities for growth, and an outlet for compassion. —WUUUB-SKRIIIIIIIITCH (That’s the part of the post where that ‘needle on a vinyl record sound’ scrapes across my brain!) Although the above is heartfelt and true, it’s only half the story!  Let’s have a Paul Harvey moment, and I’ll tell you the “Rest of the Story”! I have a t-shirt that reads, “Nurses. We can’t fix stupid, but we can sedate it!”  Seriously, nursing

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Fridays at the Funny Farm: Tag You’re It (and other homestead games)

Fridays at the Funny Farm: Tag You’re It (and other homestead games)

I asked, “When you go for hay, can you pick up needles too?” It all started with that simple question.  Long time friends were at the farm for our regularly scheduled ‘Gang Day’. My question was followed by a flurry of jokes about needles and haystacks.  Then, Liam asked why I needed needles.  I explained, that the next day when we tagged sheep, I wanted to inject them with Vitamin B and Iron.  Somehow, that casual question led to a hot, sweaty, slightly bloody, sheepish adventure. Hufflepuff and Old Faithful*, my two best friends, insisted it would be an ‘adventure’. 

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