Menu
Forums
New posts
Search forums
What's new
New posts
New media
New media comments
New profile posts
Latest activity
Media
New media
New comments
Search media
Members
Current visitors
New profile posts
Search profile posts
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles and first posts only
Search titles only
By:
New posts
Search forums
Menu
Log in
Register
Forums
Non-Cattle Specific Topics
Coffee Shop
Age?
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Help Support CattleToday:
Message
<blockquote data-quote="Chevy" data-source="post: 1726106" data-attributes="member: 17085"><p>I grew up on the lake, I always wanted a horse. We had wheelers, dirt bikes, jets skis, go carts, roller blades, ect. We go play in the woods nature walks in creeks, swimming in the back yard lake, bunch of bad kids, play with all the cousins who lived down the road and neighborhood kids. We walk to all the resorts bought candy and lemonade or tea, pick up random dogs along the way, end up with entire dog packs following. Haha We would rollblade most all summer if we weren't walking some where until dark or just after. We had trampoline with this huge tent that went over it we would have camp outs. Oh ya'll meant cow life... </p><p>We would ride 4-wheels, scooters, a golf cart, ect even hike, up to this man's farm that lives couple miles through the woods. He normally wasn't around when he was he would just talk to us. We would look at his chickens, goats, pigs, horses, cows, cats, and dogs. We never messed with anything just looked at his animals. He knew my dad they service in the military together, he always told us we were welcome up there anytime. One silly time my cousin and I talked about milking the cow.... decided that was a horrible idea. Good thing, it wasn't a diary cow nor had a calf. Stop laughing it wasn't a bull either. </p><p></p><p>I went on a date with my husband, my mom hated him. He had that woooweee bad boy bad #$% don't mess with him attitude.... had the lower cars, lower trucks,... hahaha Few years later we eloped. He turned out not to be a bad boy, my maw likes him more than she likes me. Well played God. I became step mom of the year. Bahahahahahaha. I'm hilarious, considering if you were to ask my step children apparently I was a horrible step mom. Like I told them and their strumpet mother that's okay I'm fine with that. Maybe next life they can have a drug addict step mom or someone that don't care, or maybe they will end up with lots of step children that act just like them or worse. *smiles. I should be nice... </p><p>Back to cows...</p><p>My husband and I ended up with a bottle calf Larry what in 2007 or 2008. My husband bought the calf. I was supposed to be giving him bottles while my husband was at work. So I did... oh boy did I too!! I was fostering my brother "petbull" at the time. I gave Larry 4 FULL bottles a day during the day!!! He got real big real fast!!! I feel like all I was doing was giving this calf bottle all day. I kept asking my husband are you sure I'm supposed to give him 4 bottles full every few hours??? Being he worked swing shift was a walking zombie most like wasn't listening just answered yes you give him bottles.... not hearing how many or how much. Bahahahahahaha. I kept asking him are you sure it seems like alot. I can't even hardly go to Walmart I'm up feeding this calf all day long. Bahahahahahahaaha!!! When he got some sleep realize I was giving Larry to many bottles he was like NAW that aint right. Hahahahahaa. I could right a book on NAW that's ain't right too. Hahahahaha. Call it my husband agrees... NAW THAT Ain't right later. Hahahahhaha </p><p>To be continue....</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Chevy, post: 1726106, member: 17085"] I grew up on the lake, I always wanted a horse. We had wheelers, dirt bikes, jets skis, go carts, roller blades, ect. We go play in the woods nature walks in creeks, swimming in the back yard lake, bunch of bad kids, play with all the cousins who lived down the road and neighborhood kids. We walk to all the resorts bought candy and lemonade or tea, pick up random dogs along the way, end up with entire dog packs following. Haha We would rollblade most all summer if we weren't walking some where until dark or just after. We had trampoline with this huge tent that went over it we would have camp outs. Oh ya'll meant cow life... We would ride 4-wheels, scooters, a golf cart, ect even hike, up to this man's farm that lives couple miles through the woods. He normally wasn't around when he was he would just talk to us. We would look at his chickens, goats, pigs, horses, cows, cats, and dogs. We never messed with anything just looked at his animals. He knew my dad they service in the military together, he always told us we were welcome up there anytime. One silly time my cousin and I talked about milking the cow.... decided that was a horrible idea. Good thing, it wasn't a diary cow nor had a calf. Stop laughing it wasn't a bull either. I went on a date with my husband, my mom hated him. He had that woooweee bad boy bad #$% don't mess with him attitude.... had the lower cars, lower trucks,... hahaha Few years later we eloped. He turned out not to be a bad boy, my maw likes him more than she likes me. Well played God. I became step mom of the year. Bahahahahahaha. I'm hilarious, considering if you were to ask my step children apparently I was a horrible step mom. Like I told them and their strumpet mother that's okay I'm fine with that. Maybe next life they can have a drug addict step mom or someone that don't care, or maybe they will end up with lots of step children that act just like them or worse. *smiles. I should be nice... Back to cows... My husband and I ended up with a bottle calf Larry what in 2007 or 2008. My husband bought the calf. I was supposed to be giving him bottles while my husband was at work. So I did... oh boy did I too!! I was fostering my brother "petbull" at the time. I gave Larry 4 FULL bottles a day during the day!!! He got real big real fast!!! I feel like all I was doing was giving this calf bottle all day. I kept asking my husband are you sure I'm supposed to give him 4 bottles full every few hours??? Being he worked swing shift was a walking zombie most like wasn't listening just answered yes you give him bottles.... not hearing how many or how much. Bahahahahahaha. I kept asking him are you sure it seems like alot. I can't even hardly go to Walmart I'm up feeding this calf all day long. Bahahahahahahaaha!!! When he got some sleep realize I was giving Larry to many bottles he was like NAW that aint right. Hahahahahaa. I could right a book on NAW that's ain't right too. Hahahahaha. Call it my husband agrees... NAW THAT Ain't right later. Hahahahhaha To be continue.... [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Forums
Non-Cattle Specific Topics
Coffee Shop
Age?
Top