Winter, and What's in the Frig?

About all I remember about winter things that have happened is the fact it is usually very cold. As a boy I remember having to get up early in the morning to milk the cow so we could have milk in our cereal, and to drink,and to make butter with,and all the other things you use mild for. There are few things more exciting than trying to milk a cow with clod hands. The cow doesn,t appreciate it, and that makes for a difficult situation. Imagine a cow who walks through the dead coklaburr patch just so there are plenty of burrs stuck in her tail, then imagine the cow switching her tail right at your face. This is bad enough if the weather is balmy, but when the tempature drops below freezing it can be a down right a catastropy. It never failed that I got laughed at when I got to school with those scratch marks on my face. Needless to say I really didn't like the milk cow we had very much. Feeding a herd of beef cows in freezing weather isn't much better. The colder the weather the more you have to feed and the longer it takes. Even if you bundle up it doesn't keep you much warmer, but it does slow you down. My memeories of winter are generally about trying to thaw out the frozen extremities of my body, and the pain that came with slowly thawing frozen flesh. Needless to say winter is not my favorite season.

Now for the frig. I looked into the cooling compartment because at least there isn't frost covering everything making it impossible to tell what is there. If I counted right there are 4 half used bottles of taco sauce,a unopened jar of pickles(surprise),3 plastic containers of leftovers that are not identifiable,some milk(at lest I didn't have to milk the cow for this milk), and a lot space eating stuff that has been there long enough to look like it is growing there. I'm not sure this prompt will bring much interesting bloging.

Dad

sunday chat prompt

Since I said that I would try to blog on the prompt that ~e provided here goes.

My fovorite(actually the only one i can think off right now) poem is one I wrote in about the second grade. I hope someone gets a laugh out of this one.

Skunky Wonky was a Skunk
Skunky Wonky let a big stink
And how it stunk

Can't you just see the budding genius .

Another one I remember from the same assignment is:

Star light Star bright
First Star I see tonight
Up above our clothesline high
How I wonder where you are
Through Murphy's underware

I would give credit for this poem if I could remember who turned it in.

~e, maybe with practice I will get better at this.

Dad