Booby Trapped Pancakes

Last week, my son and his wife were in the middle of their morning routine. He gets the baby out of bed, changes the diapers and takes her into Mom to feed. That used to be done in bed. However recently they have been weaning the baby and moving toward adult food.
They have had excellent success with breast feeding and saving a supply in the freezer. The baby had a ready supply whether Mom was there or not.
Well Mom took the baby into the kitchen to make breakfast and made her whole wheat pancakes. The milk in the recipe came from the supply of Mom's Best in the freezer.
My son finished his morning shower in the basement, sprinted up the stairs as per normal, and in one motion said "Oh pancakes", and popped one in his mouth. On about the second chew, his wife smiled and said, "uh, they're made with breast milk".
"You didn't give me a chance to tell you". Well the pancakes ended up splattered into the sink, and a glass of water was used to purge the system.
What do you think folks. Is spitting breast milk pancakes out, like they were a glass of sour milk, the correct reaction. What would you have done.

The Miserable House They Live In.

In our county, the County Board of Supervisors, acts as the Board of Equalization. So I’ve spent the last two days presiding over hearings of residents unhappy over their new valuation notices. It went well and most had good reason to schedule a hearing with us.
We had revalued some sub classes by putting on an across the board 6 or 8% increase on the whole county. Then a month ago, Nebraska’s Tax Equalization and Review Committee (TERC) slapped our county with an additional 17% increase on all rural houses. That little misguided action put many over 100% of their value. We removed that (the 17%) from many who were over 100%. We had to get the value of the buildings near 96%.
We had one protestor that explained the reason they thought their valuation increase was unjustified. A full page, of reasons on what was wrong with the house they lived in, and why no one, in their right mind could possibly consider purchasing it, if they were to ever put it on the market. The problems with the house were enormous. Then they finished their tirade with the fact they had just purchased the house a couple of years ago. As our clerk read the form, the board members looked at each other with the unspoken question on our lips. Why did they buy the house to start with??

And The Next Generation Prepares

"If we practice enough, maybe Unca Tom will let us take this 'ski' for a spin".
Last Sunday. Son Tom on Right, with two of our Grandkids.

On Right: Ralph,, a Colorado State Forrester. A man who is truly OUTSTANDING in his field! On Left: Cliff,, a Nebraska Farmer. A man who is just out standing in his field.

A Quiz

Q: What do you call a deer with no eyes??



A: No eye deer.

We Still Have Cherries, but Ralph's Are Gone!!

We are going thru withdrawal from our visit by Ralph and his Wife. They are great house guests. The type that just come in and make themselves at home. (thinking on that most of our guest are that way. Means they feel at home OR they have to fend for themselves) Ralph's brought about 10K calories in the form of a gift from a chocolate factory.
This cherry tree was bursting forth with fresh fruit. It was a center of entertainment. The Neighbors, and Ralphs and the Morrow's gathered around the tree to pick. I think this tree may be Biblical in a sense. We picked several gallons of cherries, and "the tree was not consumed". We never made a dent. Everyone hung around for a visit and slow charcoaled and smoked chickens.

Ranger Ralph

....then he suddenly looked at me with that look, you know the one, the one that says, "Cliff, this will be the last time yer gonna get to take a picture of me on horseback.

Happy 4th to You All!!

Just one more reason why men should never be allowed to go shopping. Not even in sporting goods stores.

Read Ben Steins Last Column

Go HERE to read a great column. There are three pages, but at least read the first two.

Anticipation

The Colorado forester, the 'espresso love boy', the 'Boss Hog' of bike rides, the jocular jockey of John Deere's, RALPH the incredible, (and more importantly, his lovely wife) are on their way for a visit. The fireworks are dry, and we're baking a cake. Film at 10.