So, this morning while milking the bovines, it all came to me. “Man cannot live by salads alone.” I always get deep inspirations while out in the barn. I love salads, don’t get me wrong but I also need food with substance. Milk always seems to fill em up. I have access to all the milk we need. My family will go through about a gallon a day. This is how I get our milk.     Earl got me this cool spout that hooks onto the bottom of the tank. I open up the valve and fill em up. I have a fridge out by the barn that I try to keep stocked at all times. There’s many a times when we finally get to the house and I realize that I’m out of milk. So I holler at one of the kids to run out to the barn and fetch a gallon. Oh, the pain and agony. They moan and groan until I finally appoint and demand.      Maybe this has something to do with the fact that we go through so much milk. Eating “humongous” bowls of cereal. Does anyone else still eat Lucky Charms or am I the only one still trying to hang on to my childhood?      Blessed cookies! Chocolate chip has been our favorite for years. Now snickerdoodles are fast gaining ground. A close runner up. I could grab about 5, 6, 7 of these straight out of the oven. So delicious.      This is what a “cookie monster” looks like. The boys usually grab about 5 cookies as they walk past the table and go plop on the couch. This time, Michael didn’t mess around. He grabbed the whole bag and took off. Looks like a cookie zombie to me! That bag was empty the next morning.     Or cake and milk work great too. Say cheese Candace.      This “big girl” thinks her milk tastes the best because she’s half Jersey. She told me it’s because she has more butterfat. Makes sense. She does have cute little ears though.      And these girls think that they have awesome milk too. Because they don’t have those annoying white spots all over them.      Excuse me, what was that? Did they just say “annoying white spots?” Well, let me tell you something. My milk is the “Best in the West! Hands down! I better not hear such “trash talk” again.

The girls get pretty touchy around here. So much drama! I’m getting outta here……Carol