Saturday, December 18, 2010

Sledding in the Simcoes


Here are some videos and pics of a recent excursion to Simcoe Mts.
Pictures by Ernie.











Trying to carve. 1st try: Epic Failage.





Second try: A little better.



Ernie dominating the hill.



A little more scenery and other stuff.

Friday, November 26, 2010

The Further Adventures of Moldy's Whiskers.

Moldy went out sailing,
The wind blew down the mast;
He hoisted up his whiskers,
And never went so fast.

Moldy was a camper,
No tent or cot for him;
He strung his whiskers 'twixt two trees,
And then he climbed right in.

Moldy went out chopping,
He struck a mighty blow;
He pinned down all his whiskers,
And then his tears did flow.

Moldy was a goalie,
He was a sieve in net;
He put his whiskers in the game,
They haven't scored one yet.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

MOLDY'S WHISKERS

I have a dear old Brother
For whom I nightly pray
He has a set of whiskers
They're always in the way

Chorus:
Oh, they're always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on Moldy's shirt
They're always in the way

My Brother was a soldier
He fooled the enemy
He wrapped his whiskers round him
They thought he was a tree

Repeat Chorus

My Brother was a swimmer
No bathing suit for him
He tied his whiskers round his waist
And then he dove right in

Repeat Chorus

Moldy had a strong back
Now it's all caved in
He stepped upon his whiskers
And walked up to his chin

Repeat Chorus

I have a dear old Sister ( in law)
She likes his whiskers too
She uses them for dusting
And cleaning out the flue

Repeat Chorus

Moldy's beard is long and grey
It gets longer every day
Debbie eats it in her sleep
Says it tastes like shredded wheat

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

New ranch hand

We got us a new ranch hand Sunday morn'n. Kinda nice to have around. Soon he'll lighten up the work load around here. All he does for now is sleep, poop, and scream. Makes a lot of stall cleaning for the top ranch cook in the world to try to get done, but she's doin real fine at it.













Sunday, February 7, 2010

Suicidal cougar











On my way home last night a cougar crossed the center line of the highway into the lane I was in. I swerved to miss and thought I had but it hit the pickup close to the back of the cab and nearly tore my fender flare off. It was a big female.