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Robbing Peter to Homeschool

Last week our family made a huge decision. We want with all our heart for Sconicle to succeed. Public School is not the best place for him, he needs small groups. He has a very high IQ, but with dylexia, and his other diagnosises it is not easy for him to succeed in an enviroment that other kids seem to do fine. Right now his math and science are strong, and I know how much my public schooled kids struggled with math. Regardless of what his problems are, Hubby and I feel we know best about what works for him. We have tried many things to get him where he is. For a while I have been reading about a family in Germany that are fighting to homeschool. You need to read it, this family is selling anything they have to come to America to homeschool!

Seeking to Homeschool

May God protect them!

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Proud Pictures

I am trying to upload pictures but right now I am over the limit. I will try and figure this out today!

The boys did well. A local grocery store where we buy our meat bought Sconicle’s goat. Farm Bureau and another local buyer bought Gator’s chicken. We don’t know our final amounts, because we have this thing called added money.  People and businesses that you know add money to your child’s animal. Dunk doubled his amount the last year with added money.

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Category: Uncategorized  Tags: 4H, chickens, FFA, goats, kids  2 Comments
Premium Sale Day

In a few short minutes Gator, Sconicle and me go to the mandatory meeting for the sale.  Sconicle did great, he came in fifth place but the top two goats in the weight class were owned by the same kid. When the class was over a dad looked at me and said, “Don’t worry your son is in the sale. My son will have to pull two of the first goats.”

We took an auction barn goat, to a prize winning goat. Hubby knew exactly what he was doing when he bought the goat. Dunk helped Sconicle train him during his spring break. Gator worked out that goat good with Lefty. It was a family commitment to make Sconicle get in the sale. He had one animal, many kids had four animals but all it takes is one good goat.

As the day progressed a young mom that I know was upset because the goats they brought looked worse than when they started. I told her goat showing is a trial and error process, I still feel like we don’t know enough. I wish every kid had the ability to get to the sale, and we as a family are going to help that family. They have sweet daughters, a wonderful family that only want the best for their kids.We all started where they did, and so many are snob goat parents. There is a group of us that are committed to be helpful if they want our help.

Sunday I will post a bunch of pictures from the show! Right now I am trying to take it all in!

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Goat Day

Our journey with the chickens was interesting if not breathtaking.  Gator showed the cockerels (males)  first, coming in about the upper middle. He was no where near may the sale. It was disappointing to me. As Hubby reminded me,  there was one more round to go. As luck would have it, Gator’s pullets (females) were next, there were less pens in that round. He came in 4th place! He is in the premium sale, he has been showing goats and chickens for years and finally his first premium sale! Saturday we will get him gussied up, with a his cowboy hat on and send him out with a pullet to make some cash, smile his way to making change! Regardless he did well. He competed in a competitive  showmanship class and handled himself well. I am glad he hung in the years that he did not make the sale. It makes it easier for him to enjoy Friday and Saturday.

Sconicle on the other hand has his work cut out for him. His okay goat, turned great goat is going up against 21 of great goats. The class he is in is filled with seasoned, committed goat showers. No one has a bad goat that I have seen. Any outcome has to be handled with joy, you are a David going against 21 Goliaths. I have done my best to prepare Sconicle. It will be a friendly competition, the best goat will win, and my prediction is the Grand will come from that class. No doubt about it!

The camera is still in the pickup so I won’t forget it, this weekend I upload some pictures. I got a few pictures Thursday, Friday I will get even more but Saturday I will take a lot.

It is late, and Princess is still dirty. She will be pretty by 8, maybe a bit damp but pretty!

Gator has agreed to show a goat for a family who has two goats in the same weight class. He will do a great job for them, they were thrilled Gator would do it. Everyone they know is a good shower is in the class already. This year Gator not having a market goat was a good choice. He may show a pig tomorrow, definitely show a breeding goat and a market goat. It will be a show day a kid dreams of. Sconicle can hardly wait to show Sam. They have bonded, he is old enough I have very little to do. I hand out keys, ask a few questions and he does the rest.

My job of proud mom continues another day!

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Category: Uncategorized  Tags: 4H, chickens, FFA, goats  One Comment
Chicken Show Day!

Tonight is the day our family has been working for 6 weeks. In 6 short weeks Gator’s chickens have grown up to be big boys and girls. We ship Sconicle’s goat and Gator’s chickens.

Yesterday we bathed Sconicle’s goat twice. Once you get the main dirt off, then the hair, a goat really needs a new bath. They go before your eyes a ugly duckling to a beautiful swan, every time you think wow I didn’t know that!  Sometimes when I shave a goat I get disappointed by what I find.  They are scrawnier than what I thought or there is something I don’t like on them. Yesterday Sam became a beautiful swan before our eyes. He looks ten times better than what I thought. Win or lose he is a great goat, he has the structure we like. All that is left is Friday is for Sconicle to do his best showing him. Sam is a good example of what can happen in livestock shows, we bought him at a goat auction. No fancy breeder, Hubby had seen him wanted him and took a chance. With the second bath Sam glowed like a beautiful shimmering goat! He is so happy to be done with the shaving, today Sconicle will walk him and let him graze, that is the prize they earn with being so clean.  Show goats are fed regulated feed, so he is only given what he needs. Then close to show you can let them graze.

Gator’s chicken show will run late tonight.As I type I am drinking a 32 oz of water. Hydration is tough on all of us, and I have found that I am normally wanting water constantly. Air, water and food is what the kids and animals have in common during the show. It seems cool, so maybe air won’t be an issue.

I will post how Gator does tomorrow morning early. We have to get Princess to the barn early Friday morning. Today I have to bath and blow dry Miss Princess. She will go from being a grazing breeding goat to a beautiful white goat. Tons of brown dirt will fall from her coat, she will feel special and hopefully she will remember being shown. She has done it before, it should seem like old news for her. This time she is with babies due in April.  Breeding goats is not for the premium sale, you do it for the bragging rites.

Even though we feel almost ready. I feel like a mom at the Miss America pageant. We don’t know what the other goats look like, or the chickens either. Tonight will be exciting no matter what. I think Gator has done a great job. None of this is easy, if you do it right. You buy animals, feed them, care for them and hope.  Yep like a mom of the kids, goats and chickens that is me!

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Category: Uncategorized  Tags: chickens, goats, show  One Comment
Politically Un-Correct

Reality is stranger than fiction in my life. A pack of cigarettes will soon be $7.00. Never in my lifetime did I think it would be that high.  Yesterday as I looked at my stats I found that because I used the term deaf ears I was tracked by a website that protects the deaf. I am not against the hearing impaired, it is a phrase!

Old phrases are dying out in our language. It is being replaced by some language that is foul, dumbed down and in most cases slang. We need to remember those phrases, we need to get back to simpler times. We need to think about how to express ourselves without foul language but with colorful words. There is nothing like a great phrase that you have not heard in a long time.

I do not support targeted attacks either. I just want real words to be used that paint a word picture. If you are here because you want to “get me”, get in line. I am not keeping my politics here but I am and will always be politically un-correct. I will say what few will in a country where musicians using foul language on hit songs are okay but my words are too much. The real problem today is very few stand up and say wait a minute…being a Christian is not a crime. Being a farmer is not a bad person. Once you start a slippery slope where every reference words hurt, you will be a society where the inmates are running the insane asylum.

Life is too short to spend it picking fights that don’t exist. I will be politically un-correct as long as I breathe air. If you are unclear what politically un-correct is I have the lyrics here.

I’m for the low man on the toedom pole
And I’m for the underdog god bless his soul
And I’m for the guys still pulling third shift
and the single mom raising her kids
And I’m for the preacher who stay on their knees
And I’m for the sinner who finally believed
And I’m For the farmer with dirt on his hands
And the soldiers who fight for this land

And I’m for the bible
And I’m for the flag
And I’m for the working man
Me and Ol’ hag
I’m just one of many who can’t get no respect
Politically Uncorrect

I guess my opinion is all out of style
Don’t get me started because i can get wild
And I’ll make a fight for the four father’s plan (That’s Right)
Hell the world already knows where I stand

And I’m for the bible
And I’m for the flag
And I’m for the working man
Me and Ol’ hag
I’m just one of many who can’t get no respect
Politically Uncorrect

Nothing Wrong with the bible
Nothing Wrong with the flag
Nothing Wrong with the working man
Me and Ol’ Hag
We’re just some of many that can’t get no respect
Politically Uncorrect
Politically Uncorrect

This song was written by Gretchen Wilson that I know about, but I do know she sang it along with Charlie Daniels

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Farm Decluttering

Please bare with me on my journey to self hosting my blog. My political views are at CowgirlConservative. My tweaking of my blog will continue for a couple of weeks until we have it looking like the old brazoscowgirl. My extras will be moved over in that time period as well. If you need a link to a blog send me an email

The one thing Hubby is completely guilty of being a mess maker, he is not here to dispute this but I say he is completey guilty and I can prove it. I spent seven to eight hours decluttering the farm truck cab. I would love to tell you the bed is clean as well, but no such luck. The farm truck is a long bed, God Willling and the creek don’t rise I will get that done this week.

Decluttering my living room or my bedroom was not going to happen this week. The livestock show being this week makes housecleaning next to impossible. I am rarely in the house other than to homeschool, cook dinner or fix sandwiches. I start out throwing in laundry, get as done as much as can before school starts.  Every year hours seem like minutes during the livestock show. Right now I feel so behind,  if I work hard I will make it easily. But you have to stay on top of your lists, I have done so much list making during show week I feel like I have engraved in my head.

I was sick of looking at the dirty farm truck. I had told every member of my family that made that mess to clean it up only to fall on deaf ears. I was finally frustrated enough to take the meanest bull in our pasture by the horns and dig through all the dirt, ear tags, wrenches, pipe wrenches, magazines, receipts, bolts and so many things I never knew we even owned! There was a point in time that I told Sconicle I just might find a kitchen sink any minute.

What Sconicle and I learned yesterday is something that we have learned over and over since we began decluttering. Cleaning pays! Sconicle found a chunk of change, and don’t think you can’t get a kid to clean if you promise he can keep any money he finds. Sconicle is definately richer, plus we have more than enough of the needed essentials for the livestock show. His favorite collar, his lead, his halter were all located and corraled in place!

Hubby and Gator did help out some, but Gator had an FFA meeting. Hubby loves to shine the interior once I have it cleaned. While I had windexed the windows, and put some fancy stuff Dunk had bought on the dash Hubby polished up the vinyl.  Granted they were at school and work most of the day, but knowing they made a huge part of the mess they pitched in to make sure they were relieved of guilt.

As I told Hubby if it happens again I will not responsible for what may happen to the members of my guilty family.We are two trash bags lighter, and about a ton of tools lighter. Who knows how much gasoline we will save by cleaning?

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Worth the Journey

Sunday was a day I could not have planned if I wanted to. We finally sold our pig scale for some hard, sweet cash. The problem was not selling it, it was getting it back. Hubby in the past had loaned it to a kid who was showing chickens, without our knowledge it had been twiced on twice.

When we tracked it down, the story was it had not been used in years but totally protected in a barn. Well probably not in a barn, but it the beauty of farm equipment is you spray paint anything and it will sell. Brand new costs more than twice what we sold it for. Show pigs have to be weighed daily, a scale makes a show pig perfect no price is too high!

After picking up the scale and delivering the scale to the new owners we headed out in a quest for a goat carrier. A prize possession that makes shipping goats to shows so much easier. We have tried to find one used again and again in vain. Our hope was today there was one reasonable but a long drive. We decided since we had so much to do anyway to make a trip of it for the family including Pancho and Lefty. We headed out, did a chicken check, picked up the scale out in a pasture. Then delivered in a close rural town, and headed south.

I had googled the location it was dead on until I tried to find the final street.  We went all the way to a town we knew it was not at, turned around and drove back some miles. Still we could not find any road by a name. We did however find a different road, Hubby turned all the while I am arguing not to. He drove ahead past a flock of guineas (beautiful chicken breed) refusing to stay in the yard. Finally I see a man working in his yard outside. I tell Hubby to stop and ask him. As Hubby is talking to him I noticed some old classic cars on the small ridge behind his house. Hubby waved for me to come out, the man called the person got the information to where he could lead us from his house. Come to find out he is a retired soldier who is painstakingly restoring classic cars. He likes old hand guns as much as I do, loves everything we love. We spoke of engines, lines of cars and more importantly his love for his country. He is home safe and proud, not afraid to talk about it.

We left him encouraged, he gave us his cell phone number. He has some shells we would use, we know a guy who does classic custom work for cars on special items.

When we got to the goat cage, it would not have lasted for Faith for two minutes we all agreed our goats would chew it up and spit it out. As we drove back we stopped in at the breeder of Lefty so he could see how beautiful Lefty has grown up to be. Lefty seemed to at least remember the house, we were sure Pancho did. The breeder was not home but it made for family fun reliving the day we picked up Lefty.

It was worth the drive, we saw fantastic ranches, Lake Belton and met a nice patriot.

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New

This is a huge undertaking I thought I could easily do. What I have done is move from Blogger to Wordpress. From being a blog that was publicly hosted to buying space for my blog.

From here on out this blog will be about the goats, chickens, painting, frugality and the basics of life. My politics will go to another blog.

I will have links to every one of my blogs on each one. Brazoscowgirl will be your one stop shopping place but having two hats was hard for me. I need my politics to go somewhere and my frugal helpers needed to go one place too.

This way everyone will be happy, and if you think I have changed I have not but at least this way you will know what you are interested in that day. Not all the links work, not to worry I have the original content somewhere! I lost only one post but I will move that when I have time.

My web designer Doodlebug will be putting on the ritz on brazoscowgirl soon!

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Almost Spring

Princess is supposed to be in the show next week, instead she is recovering from an illness. She is pregnant and tired anyway, the illness has made her a sad reflection of her happy self.

In the meantime with the warm temperatures the goats have never been happier. The more green they see the happier they are! They grazed for hours yesterday while Gator worked away.

Gator has been busy building pens for the nannies to give birth. It seems like there is so much work to be done this week for all of us.

My washing solution is pretty harsh, I wouldn’t use it in other rooms. There is so many tiny shades of dots that I wonder what the heck the boys were throwing around the room. I found it online and printed it. How Stuff Works is one of my favorite sites when my curiosity gets overwhelming. Here is the link to the solution.

My friend used a gallon of water and a cup of laundry detergent. I may use that in the other rooms I plan on prepping.

Painting the right way takes so many steps. Sconicle told me yesterday when he has his own house he is throwing on paint without all these steps. I told him then he must want to paint often, but I love to do something well and be done with it. Organizing those bionicles was the best thing I ever did to get a handle on the clutter in his room.

I still need to get some painters tape, and my painting pads. I am addicted to the ease of painting pads. They are expensive to buy, but if you ever try them they make painting easy and fast. I love the even coating as well. I am stickler for a great painting job.

Did I ever mention my dad sold paint? Well he did, and we painted a room every year when he did. If you live through that experience, you will never be the lazy painter!

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