Hell if I Know

I had a dream last nite. Of course it was a dream so it went all over the place.  Started with me still being in college and working for some admin guy who turned out to be the deputy district attorney who paid me with good grades and meat.  All over the place, see?  Anyway, the meat part is the jist of the story.  He paid me in raw meat.  It had everything from sirloin to roast to yes, ribeyes, laying out on this plastic that looked like cling-wrap.  Point is, in the dream at least, I was ok with the raw meat.  It actually looked kinda of yummy.  So there’s a plus.  Thanks dream.  

So we haven’t talked about Jeeps yet.  Suffice to say the phrase Jeep is life and life is good are truths.  Went out wheelin with some of my new Jeep friends and their kiddos today for the first time.  The youngest kid is addicted already and told me he now wanted to spend the nite with me which he had said before he didn’t want to do.  Kids are such suckers for a Jeep and some mud.  So is this kid.

I found out how to pasturize milk on Pinterest.  Jen says she will still be buying her gallon of milk at the local grocery.  We’lll see. I’m totally getting into this self-sustain thing and so I’m going balls to the walls, full out with it now.  We’re not getting the cow til Spring and the more I talk about it, the more I think I can do it.  We’ll see about that too when them eyeballs make eye contact with me.  See ya soon Ribeye.