Only A Farm Kid.

When you're from the country ~ you look at things a little differently.....

A Montana rancher got in his pickup and drove to a neighboring ranch and knocked at the door. A young boy, about 9, opened the door "Is your Dad home?" the rancher asked.

"No sir, he isn't," the boy replied. "He went into town."

"Well," said the rancher, "Is your Mother here?"

"No sir, she's not here either. She went into town with Dad."

"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"

"No sir, He went with Mom and Dad."

The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" the boy asked politely. "I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one. Or maybe I could take a message for Dad."

"Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to your Dad. It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Suzie, pregnant."

The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to talk to Pa about that," he finally conceded. "If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $500 for the bull and $50 for the hog, but I really don't know how much he gets for Howard."

Don't Despair

Sitting by the window of her convent, Sister Babara opened a letter from home one evening. Inside the letter was a $100 bill her parents had sent.



Sister Barbara smiled at the gesture. As she read the letter by the window, she noticed a shabbily dressed stranger leaning against the lamppost below.



Quickly, she wrote, "Don't despair. Sister Barbara," on a piece of paper, wrapped the $100 bill in it, got the man's attention and tossed it out the window to him.



The stranger picked it up, and with a puzzled expression and a tip of his hat, went off down the street.



The next day, Sister Barbara was told that a man was at her door, insisting on seeing her.


She went down, and found the stranger waiting. Without a word, he handed her a huge wad of $100 bills.



"What's this?" she asked. "That's the $8,000 you have coming Sister," he replied. "Don't Despair paid 80-to-1."

Making the FaceBook connection.

Because I have my own website, I have bypassed many of the trendy websites like MySpace etc.

Facebook seems different for me. Very quickly, I went from the guy who only heard about the party when all his friends were dressed and ready to go out the door. Now, I know when the parties are happening. I still don't go, but at least I know. *big smile*

When I first joined because a few friends cattle-prodded me into it, FaceBook scared me. Up in the corner I saw the picture of a playmate. One I would like to play again. OK. Friend. OOPS! It happened again! I pull up this larger list and sat there gawking at the screen.

I wondered (and got paranoid for a while) how the Blankety-Blank facebook knew that I knew all these people!! Later on I figured out it was just Friends of Friends.

In any case, I have made contact with friends I have lost track of. Learned a few I thought were dead are still kickin. Others, not so living, I had to attempt to friend just so they wouldn't keep showing up in the corner. :) Got in contact with a friend and wonderful artist living down south.

My uncle, mom, sis, sis-n-law have joined. I had to figure out how to ... err... NOT share all my information. The family doesn't need to know ALL the juicy details of my daily life. :P You can share what you want with whoever you want.

In any case, if you haven't jumped on the bandwagon before... FaceBook is a good place.