Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Wednesday.

Started working on a Maths book in January. She has issues with the number 7 sounding like the number 11 and she counts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 11, 12, 13 etc. So we had a 30 minute session about rhymes and when I asked her what rhymes with duck, she gave me an answer that sent us into a 30 minute session about profanity.
My own fault. I shouldn't say it, but there are so many cabbages in my life that keep it in my vocab.


Finished Mathematics Book 1! Joyous.

The Hunter went hunting and bought back some venison so we loaded our freezers for winter. I took my pack and we fried up some back straps for lunch.

Stuff the cholesterol. You have to fry that ish in butter to compliment the earthy taste. It would have been perfection rubbed with some ancho chile and fried in lime butter, but plain butter and salt is second to that.

Toast, egg, onion and veni. Boom.

Off to see the newest members of the farm.

Meet Milkshake and Chocolate, the new goats.

They're pretty cute. Even I thought they were cute and wasn't thinking about marinating their forequarters in sweet n sticky BBQ sauce.

They're just babies and Hubba-Roo loves them mucho!

My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard ...

Tyler is home in 13 days.

1 comment:

Ariel Shultz said...

We decided after Lenin dies we're getting a boat goat. I love goats. They're nuts.