Life and the Sheep

It's called wanting to feed your children! This world has everyone running in circles just trying to make ends meet so we could feed our children. You would think that the human race could figure it out one of these millinium. Remember the movie "Beautiful Mind" where the mentally ill guy found a mathematical equation to determine a win/win situation for the group? By working for what's best for the group, everyone in the group walked away with more than what the winner in a competitive situation would walk away with. Oh, yea, that's called socialism! My bad, I forgot we are supposed to be capitalist. Blah, Blah, Blah! So here we all are, millions of people, all wanting to just be able to take a deep breath, and feel secure that the world is turning in a logical manner and our children have something to eat. Instead of asking God for something or thanking Him for something, we should all get on our knees and apologize to Him for the way humanity has chosen to exist.

The Sheep Story (this one's for you izzy):

I'm sitting in shorts and a tank top painting one day when these 4-H kids come to the door in hysterics because their sheep got out and were at the far end of my field. I grabbed the first shoes available (big, heavy, work boots) and a hat. I have the teacher in flipflops, one very neurotic kid on a four-wheeler, two kids who are obviously terrified of animals, and me hearding these sheep. Now at this point I had the bright idea of getting them in the corral and waiting for the horse trailer, but nooooooooooooooooooooo!!! The teacher says we could just heard them back across town. I ended up in the local housing neighborhood with the sheep trapped in this guy's yard. He looks like he's about to shit a brick at any moment. I organize the kids to form a barrier across the driveway to keep the sheep in the yard, and the teacher goes to get the horse trailer. I have half the neighborhood standing around watching while I have to keep all the town dogs under control. I ended up with all the dogs sitting in a line outside the fence. Somehow they knew I was going to eat them if they didn't.

The teacher shows up with the horse trailer and like the good reclusive neighbor that I am, I commence to visit with someone who I haven't seen in three years. Yes, you can see her house from mine. While I'm visiting, the kids abandoned their post and the sheep jump over their bikes. Away we go again! At this point, the girl on the four wheeler tries to run them down. Turns out that if sheep overheat they die. No, they didn't die, but they were close. The teacher finally abandons the truck and trailer and graps the lead sheep. So there we were, her leading the sheep and me on dog patrol because the kids were worse than useless, walking across town with me dressed in shorts and work boots.

That was the first time in three years I've really left my yard for anything except to take my foster kids to the clinic!

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