I don't get it

[HAY MAKER]

It started out as a simple little project that involved bringing the cows up to the barn this morning and pulling out a few culls. The job seemed pretty straight forward. No need to get riled up about anything because we have a pretty airtight setup since we got the new barn up last year.

So, from the barnyard I holler "co' boss, co' boss " and they hear me and head up from the little bush where they hang out until feeding time. Nice to have such cooperative old girls. And in they come to the yard.

Well I had most of the keeper cows cut off and sent back out of the yard before I saw wifey head to the chicken coop to tend to her henny pennies.

I hollered at her "Can you help me make the last cut and sort when you're done feeding your hens"? "Sure", she said, "as soon as I get the right clothes on". "Those look good enough to me" I said and that earned a sharp glare.

Shoulda known right them that not all was well and I'd have to watch my tongue. So, the less words the better. I'm a quick learner.

So by the time she gets back, seemed like forever to me, I had a lot of the good cows pulled out of the barn and the ones that were left were getting a bit cagey. The ones I wanted to ship wanted out and the ones I wanted out were always heading back to the bale feeder.

Sent one more out and looked the rest over and realized that one old swing bag was missing. Looked out and saw that she was the last one that I had sent out so I goes scrambling across the slippery snow and headed her off before she went out the gate. Lucky enough for me.

Got her back in and started working the last two good cows out of the bunch and after a bit of dodging and silent arm flailing got one more headed toward the door. Just about had her through it when dearest wifey jumps in front of her and heads her back into the group of culls.

What the heck are you doing I holler. "Well, she says, I asked you if you want her out and you didn't answer!!!" "Well I had her heading for the door didn't I and so I figured you would know that I wanted her OUT!"

"I CAN'T READ YOUR MIND" she says back pretty forceful like and I start to answer "well I . . ." but immediately thought better of it and bit my tongue. Oh the long-suffering that I've developed . . . . if I say something it might be wrong, if I don't say something it will be wrong too? :???:

She muttered something about the one before that I had to bring back and so she thought I was trying to get ahead of this one to read the tag number . . . well that last one was just a mistake, I was gonna say, but it seemed like the less said the better.

I just don't get it, so many times she comes up with something just before I think to say it but she can't figure out when I'm trying to do a simple thing like chase a particular cow out of the sort pen . . .

Oh well, it all turned out good, we got the sort done and the culls shipped and then it was time for lunch. And I got served with with a beautiful bowl of barley stew instead of hot tongue and cold shoulder.

Life is good, even when I don't always get it..

Just be glad you have a woman that will slop around in a cow pen.........most wont.
good luck

 

[Big Muddy rancher]

It started out as a simple little project that involved bringing the cows up to the barn this morning and pulling out a few culls. The job seemed pretty straight forward. No need to get riled up about anything because we have a pretty airtight setup since we got the new barn up last year.

So, from the barnyard I holler "co' boss, co' boss " and they hear me and head up from the little bush where they hang out until feeding time. Nice to have such cooperative old girls. And in they come to the yard.

Well I had most of the keeper cows cut off and sent back out of the yard before I saw wifey head to the chicken coop to tend to her henny pennies.

I hollered at her "Can you help me make the last cut and sort when you're done feeding your hens"? "Sure", she said, "as soon as I get the right clothes on". "Those look good enough to me" I said and that earned a sharp glare.

Shoulda known right them that not all was well and I'd have to watch my tongue. So, the less words the better. I'm a quick learner.

So by the time she gets back, seemed like forever to me, I had a lot of the good cows pulled out of the barn and the ones that were left were getting a bit cagey. The ones I wanted to ship wanted out and the ones I wanted out were always heading back to the bale feeder.

Sent one more out and looked the rest over and realized that one old swing bag was missing. Looked out and saw that she was the last one that I had sent out so I goes scrambling across the slippery snow and headed her off before she went out the gate. Lucky enough for me.

Got her back in and started working the last two good cows out of the bunch and after a bit of dodging and silent arm flailing got one more headed toward the door. Just about had her through it when dearest wifey jumps in front of her and heads her back into the group of culls.

What the heck are you doing I holler. "Well, she says, I asked you if you want her out and you didn't answer!!!" "Well I had her heading for the door didn't I and so I figured you would know that I wanted her OUT!"

"I CAN'T READ YOUR MIND" she says back pretty forceful like and I start to answer "well I . . ." but immediately thought better of it and bit my tongue. Oh the long-suffering that I've developed . . . . if I say something it might be wrong, if I don't say something it will be wrong too? :???:

She muttered something about the one before that I had to bring back and so she thought I was trying to get ahead of this one to read the tag number . . . well that last one was just a mistake, I was gonna say, but it seemed like the less said the better.

I just don't get it, so many times she comes up with something just before I think to say it but she can't figure out when I'm trying to do a simple thing like chase a particular cow out of the sort pen . . .

Oh well, it all turned out good, we got the sort done and the culls shipped and then it was time for lunch. And I got served with with a beautiful bowl of barley stew instead of hot tongue and cold shoulder.

Life is good, even when I don't always get it..

Just be glad you have a woman that will slop around in a cow pen.........most wont.
good luck

You just have to be a little more particular.

 

[HAY MAKER]

It started out as a simple little project that involved bringing the cows up to the barn this morning and pulling out a few culls. The job seemed pretty straight forward. No need to get riled up about anything because we have a pretty airtight setup since we got the new barn up last year.

So, from the barnyard I holler "co' boss, co' boss " and they hear me and head up from the little bush where they hang out until feeding time. Nice to have such cooperative old girls. And in they come to the yard.

Well I had most of the keeper cows cut off and sent back out of the yard before I saw wifey head to the chicken coop to tend to her henny pennies.

I hollered at her "Can you help me make the last cut and sort when you're done feeding your hens"? "Sure", she said, "as soon as I get the right clothes on". "Those look good enough to me" I said and that earned a sharp glare.

Shoulda known right them that not all was well and I'd have to watch my tongue. So, the less words the better. I'm a quick learner.

So by the time she gets back, seemed like forever to me, I had a lot of the good cows pulled out of the barn and the ones that were left were getting a bit cagey. The ones I wanted to ship wanted out and the ones I wanted out were always heading back to the bale feeder.

Sent one more out and looked the rest over and realized that one old swing bag was missing. Looked out and saw that she was the last one that I had sent out so I goes scrambling across the slippery snow and headed her off before she went out the gate. Lucky enough for me.

Got her back in and started working the last two good cows out of the bunch and after a bit of dodging and silent arm flailing got one more headed toward the door. Just about had her through it when dearest wifey jumps in front of her and heads her back into the group of culls.

What the heck are you doing I holler. "Well, she says, I asked you if you want her out and you didn't answer!!!" "Well I had her heading for the door didn't I and so I figured you would know that I wanted her OUT!"

"I CAN'T READ YOUR MIND" she says back pretty forceful like and I start to answer "well I . . ." but immediately thought better of it and bit my tongue. Oh the long-suffering that I've developed . . . . if I say something it might be wrong, if I don't say something it will be wrong too? :???:

She muttered something about the one before that I had to bring back and so she thought I was trying to get ahead of this one to read the tag number . . . well that last one was just a mistake, I was gonna say, but it seemed like the less said the better.

I just don't get it, so many times she comes up with something just before I think to say it but she can't figure out when I'm trying to do a simple thing like chase a particular cow out of the sort pen . . .

Oh well, it all turned out good, we got the sort done and the culls shipped and then it was time for lunch. And I got served with with a beautiful bowl of barley stew instead of hot tongue and cold shoulder.

Life is good, even when I don't always get it..

Just be glad you have a woman that will slop around in a cow pen.........most wont.
good luck

You just have to be a little more particular.

Big dummie there is a differnce between "particular" and lucky.........still dont know how you enticed Miss Tam across the medicine line.
good luck

 

[Anonymous]

You know what -a border collie doesn't go back to the house?Learned that awhile back

Mine would, If you cussed her she'd walk to the house go to the corner of the deck lay down and give you the dog finger.

Hey Denny can you send me some dna off your dog. I don't have to cuss the wife just tell her to do something different than she is doing and she acts like your collie....

If anyone has DNA available on a donkey send it also. She sure picks the worst times to act like a arse and show her arse. I need to compare some DNA. :lol:

By the way I only thought the 4 year old broke the ice and calmed the waters. Shes still running around day 2 huffing and puffing. I thought once about pouring some water on her. Had second thoughts and didn't do it.

Seems everytime I say something the food quality goes down hill. She brought me cold refried beans and cheese a while ago. She swore she warmed it. I t must have been where she had her hands holding the plate that chilled it down.

I might just might get the nerve to ask her to use a pot holder when she brings supper! :wink:

 

[leanin' H]

You boys ought'a know better than to tick off the cook! :shock: Maybe I've told this story here but it's worth repeating. At the gold mine I worked at a few years ago we had an equipment operator named Bill. He is a very deliberate and slow talking guy. Nothing ever riled him up. One day around lunch time we are all up out of the hole having vittles waiting for the smoke to air out after a shoot. Bill shows up and pulls out his lunch bucket to eat with us. About 15 of us scattered about the shop. Bill opens up his box and pulls out a pint jar of peaches but doesnt have a spoon. He got all fired up about how could that woman send me peaches and no way to eat them! He went on and on til somebody finally fished out an old plastic spoon for him. Next day we all are sitting there eating lunch when Bill pulls in again. He wanders over and sits down with his lunch bucket. The miners all give him a good going over about wether of not he went home and set his wife straight. He tells us all he sure as heck did. He gave her a stern lecture about silverware and it had better never happen again! He got all bowed up just telling us about it! Then he opened up his lunch bucket abd just sat there! His face got kinda red and then he starts in to laughing. Somebody asked him what was up and he simply picked up his lunch bucket and dumped it out. It was clear full of nothing but SPOONS! Big ones, small ones, wood spoons you name it! :lol: :lol: :lol: We all picked through our lunches after we laughed our butts off and gave him enough to get by. So the moral of the story is....... Tread carefully my friend. The ice is thin and there are gators under it! It's better to bite your tongue and have a good supper than get too lippy and sleep on the couch with an empty belly! :wink: