Sarah Jane Humke

The life of a traveling, reading, writing, spining and knitting shepherdess.

My Dog is a Goat Wrangler. How the HELL did that happen?!? August 28, 2009

Today was spent mostly preparing.  I drove to Waterloo as I decided last night that I am going to need my Glenmorangie if I am to make it through this trip A.) alive and B.) somewhat sane.  I went to the big Hy-Vee that is out by the mall (for those of you not from Iowa or the Midwest, Hy-Vee is a grocery store chain) and they didn’t have it there but they said that they had a liquor store a few blocks away that probably would.  So, fortified with the directions to the store, off I went to get some scotch.  On the way there, I stopped at Hobby Lobby which is a very dangerous place for me to be able to stop at.  I only got some more kitchen cotton as they had colors I’d not seen at Jo-Ann’s nor Michael’s.  However, they had some really wonderfully hideous variegated and ombre “I Love This Yarn” colors that had sparkle! (insert jazz hands here)  I adore ugly ombres and variegated yarns and sparkle, well that’s just icing.  Hobby Lobby always has the best ugly around since they have their own yarn brand that they have a habit of making yarns for different seasons and holidays.  To quote Mr. Universe “You guys always bring me the very best violence. “…… against yarn.

Anyway, I managed to find the liquor store and procure my Glenmorangie with no trouble at all and then headed on back to the farm.  Then I started packing the car.  This is what it looks like after a couple of hours of playing with different configurations of stuff.

 

The pack mistress strikes again!

The pack mistress strikes again!

 

Our chariot awaits!

Our chariot awaits!

The front seats are seriously comfy!

The front seats are seriously comfy!

 

I have a feeling I'm going to be spending a lot of time back here....

I have a feeling I'm going to be spending a lot of time back here....

 

I know it doesn’t look like much, but my mom kept giving me things going, “Oh, I forgot this, it needs to go in the……” and everything would be topsy-turvy again.

Right before dinner, dad and I went to get the goats into their pen for the night.  My brother has 5 does and a billy that more or less get the run of the farm.  Micheal has learned a very interesting new trick since moving here which is goat wrangling.  He herds the goats into their pen!  I didn’t get any pictures of it as it went to quickly but here are a few of the goats.

 

The herd

The herd

 

"You are soooooo not going to put that picture on the internets are you?!?!?"

"You are soooooo not going to put that picture on the internets are you?!?!?"

 

 

Not much else to write tonight.  We are planning on driving 750 miles tomorrow so we will be leaving quite early. So, until next time, goodnight and good luck.

 

One Response to “My Dog is a Goat Wrangler. How the HELL did that happen?!?”

  1. tini Says:

    750 miles? whoa! That is a lot! Hope you will arrive safely!


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