Finally, Someone I Can Relate To...

We are now the proud owners of a Donkey named Herman.

Yes, a lot has happened since the last post.

We own a house that's 200 feet long, 2 cows, 2 calves, a bull, a Donkey named herman, a twenty-year-old race horse named Racer, a German/Australian Shepherd puppy named Duke, and I saw a guy about to commit suicide by jumping off an overpass.

Yawl can expect some more info and a lot of pictures later.

Dad'll be tellin' ya lots over easytel I'm sure, but he can't send you pictures, so you better be nice to me if you want a link. ;).

Ok, in other news, it's 10 days 'til my 15'th birthday, and it scares me.

Really, think about it, I'll be fifteen. In bible days, fifteen-year-olds were considered men; they had their own land, their own homes, wives, and they had learned a trade.

Today, we consider graduating by the age of sixteen a major accomplishment, seventeen the standard. That's one of the things that hurts the U.S. today. Postponed maturity. I am a sad example of this. Why didn't I care until now?

Ah, I'm going to bed.

'night yawl yankees.