To those of you who celebrate it (either by going to church, wearing stupid hats, or eviscerating chocolate bunny rabbits), Happy Easter. The day doesn’t mean a whole to me, other than I have just realized that I miscalculated, and the place I normally go to for my weekly provisions (and gas) is closed today. Bummer. That means I either have to venture to an alternate location or try and stick it out this week living off my stockpile of quinoa. Otherwise, I guess I’ll just hang out. In an act of bravery, I took the plow off my tractor yesterday so we’d better not get too much snow from here on out. I still have the chains on, but they may need to come off too. The ground is still fairly hard (not hard enough to keep the dogs from digging up the leech field, unfortunately) so I don’t think I’ll start my fencing project this week (plus there’s still some snow on the ground in places where the sun has yet to get high enough to melt).

Speaking of dogs, yesterday was kind of a good news/bad news day as I took the kids in for their shots and a checkup. On the good news side, Peggy’s leg is doing well, and they are both in good shape all-around. On the bad news side, Bud is positive for Lyme disease. Apparently, when they test positive, they then do another test (which I guess has to go to a lab) to determine the level of Lyme shit (technical term) in the blood. If it’s above a certain level, they require 21 days of antibiotics. And he was a “strong” positive, so I reckon that will be the case. This also meant that Bud couldn’t get his shots yesterday. Bummer.

It appears that every Republican out there is (publicly, anyway) denouncing Don Young, representative from Alaska. Ostensibly, it’s because of his “wetbacks” remark (hey, he’s just being “folksy” – get over it), but I think it’s because he thinks tomatoes are grown on ranches. Here in “real” American, we call them farms, Don. Or gardens.

OK, so I found this place in Arkansas that calls itself Wynn’s Tomato Ranch, but even in their description, they don’t call themselves a ranch – except in quotes to show how stupid it would be to think of a farm as a ranch.

WTR is a family farm built and worked by just the 6 of us Wynns. We are located in a historic valley near the Battle of Prairie Grove site. Once a “Viney Grove” for which it bears the name and then a heavy producer of tomatoes and strawberries in the early part of the 1900’s, is now home to our “ranch”.

OK, so Webster’s gives it a secondary meaning of “a farm or area devoted to a particular specialty,” so I suppose if you specialize in tomatoes, maybe you could call it a ranch. But I’m not buying it.

Apparently “traditional” Catholics are none too happy with this Jesuit Pope, so far. This washing of women’s feet is not sitting well with them (plus he doesn’t appear to wear all the fancy dresses that Joey Ratz was so fond of). Personally, I think it’s nice to see a priest display some interest in women – even if it’s only feet. He should hook up with Rex Ryan.

You probably heard that at least some soon-to-be Johns Hopkins Medical School graduates want to remove Ben Carson as commencement speaker because he compared same-sex marriage to pedophilia and on Fux News (this guy is a doctor, so my big problem with him is, how could a gay person – or somebody of reasonable intelligence, for that matter – possibly feel comfortable being treated by him). Well, this has Rush Limbaugh bummed, as he seems to be slowly realizing that the tide is turning against fat loudmouthed assholes.

“These are students where this guy works, and they don’t want him to be their commencement speaker because of his political beliefs as espoused on TV,” Limbaugh said, according to an official show transcript. “Medical students! Not social workers, medical students. To me that’s evidence that… I don’t know what it is. We’re losing the country or what have you.”

That’s right, Rush. It’s not a bunch of dirty stinking hippies, but future doctors! :omg: You may never get a pecker pill prescription in a fake name (let alone narcotics) again.

Otherwise, there’s not much else going on. Well, there is, but I won’t bore you with it (if you’ve ready this far, you’ve clearly been bored enough already).