Troll Account

It’s time for some accounting information.

Today, I sent $1000 to the Ranch (Rickey Powell is the Paypal account that receives the Ranch money – Tracy Powell is my contact there).

I also sent Debra Whitehouse $120 for postage (that’s her Paypal account – Trevor Bartley is her husband).

And there is our current balance.  I’ll send that to Tracy after some more trolls go out.

I have to admit that hitting “send” on that money felt really, really good.  I wish all of you who have made it possible have the same warm fuzzies that I do.

Whenever you look at your troll, remind yourself that you have done something positive and good in what seems sometimes to be a sordid mess.

And here’s a troll at home on the mantel.

UPDATE:

Another Troll is Home

From a reader:

We have a problem!
The dog was going crazy just now so looked outside and found this by my front door.
He had torn his way out of the box and is smiling and drooling at me!
Going to try to pick him up…….

We still have a problem!
Tried to pick him up and he jumped into the bushes.
He is muttering
Stalker!
Stalker!
while eyeing me and mumbling under his breath…..

I’m sure our reader will keep us updated on this very serious situation unfolding right now.  A SWAT team is on the way.

Cleaning the Milker

A reader asked me to go over my procedure for cleaning our milking machine, so I am going to do that.  So few people use small milking machines today (for one or two cows) that it’s actually sort of hard to find information about how to clean them.

To refresh, this is our milking machine.

That’s an older photo. The motor (on the left) now lives permanently mounted in the barn, but we do still use the yellow cart and haul the rest of the stuff, including the bucket and milker, from the house to the barn and back, twice a day.

I am usually the draft horse, but Dave was doing so on that particular day.

Cleaning everything begins with cleaning Frances.  The larger white bucket in the cart contains warm water with a little dish detergent and a splash of Clorox along with a sponge.  I toss the sponge about once a week and get a new one.  All that is for cleaning her.  In addition, there is a clean dry cloth, a fresh one every milking, that I use to dry her teats thoroughly. I don’t want any wash water getting in the milk.

The dairy, where they milk between 80 and 90 cows twice every day, has a spray system to clean the cow’s udder, and then Jason uses paper towels to dry her off.

To learn to do this, I went down to the dairy and watched him work, and then adapted what he does to my own limited circumstances. He has the high tech stuff. I do low tech.

When I’m finished milking Frances and remove the inflations from her teats, I spray her teats well with teat dip.  Teat dip is expensive. It’s also relatively hard to find in smaller quantities. I finally looked carefully at the label on the teat dip that Jason uses (the dairy buys it in fifty gallon containers), got the ingredients, and then went online to see if I could find somebody who’d figured out the ingredient ratio.

Here’s the recipe:

1 cup 2% chlorhexidine

1/4 cup glycerine

water to fill 1 quart jar

A gallon of chlorhexidine (about $20) and a pint of glycerine (about $6) will make enough teat dip for my one cow for a couple of years. So making it myself saves me a tremendous amount of money and makes teat dip a negligible expense.  Because it’s so cheap to make, I’m not tempted to skimp on it. I keep it in a spray bottle and use it liberally.

After milking and bottle feeding babies, we haul the cart back to the house. If there is any milk left in the bucket, I strain that (using one of those permanent coffee filters) into glass gallon jars.

This milk has been sitting in the refrigerator for a day or two, which is why you can see the cream which has risen to the surface. It’s the only photo I had, and we’re not milking right now, so I couldn’t take a new one.

But those jars are what we store milk in.  We have a refrigerator in the basement just for that purpose. I can store  9 gallons in there.

After handling the milk, I rinse out the bucket and take both the bucket and the milker back to the laundry tub where they live. While passing through the kitchen, I flip the burner on under a tea kettle half-filled with water.

Jason has a fancy inflation/tubing cleaning system at the barn.  I don’t have such a thing.  They exist for home use, but they’re expensive and you have to have a vacuum motor like the one we have in the barn to use one, which would add about $500 to the cost.

The principle is that you want to put hot water and detergent through the milker to clean it.  To do that, you need to have the inflations upright.

I asked Dave one day, after struggling to keep them upright, if he could figure out a way to hang the claw so that the inflations stayed upright. He solved the problem in about two minutes.  His comment was “Try this and I’ll make something more permanent after we tweak it.”  That was about six years ago. Those are the same two coathangers.

All he did was cut a wire coathanger along the bottom, bend the ends to fit around the inflations (see the red arrows) so they would hook in place and put a hook under the counter.  It works perfectly and cost nothing.

But you also need to force water through the milker and I don’t have it hooked to a pump.  So Dave got me a garden hose and sprayer.  That is cold water.

I begin by using the sprayer to force cold water through each inflation, one at a time.

I then use my thumb to block off the tubing at the far end, and do it again. This makes the water flow in reverse, and it comes out the inflations.  I had to practice a little bit to figure out how to do that, but it works.

Then I grab the dish detergent. They make special milking machine detergents but I decided to try the plain stuff first and see if I had any problems. I’ve had none.  Milk keeps for several weeks in my frig, so I must be doing something right.

I put exactly one drop of detergent in each inflation, and an additional drop in the bucket, which is sitting on the floor beside me.

Then I get the now-boiling tea kettle. The industry standard is to use water that is at least 160 degrees to clean milking equipment. Obviously, hot water from the tap won’t suffice, so I use a kettle. My inflations and tubing are made of silicone, so they are impervious to boiling water. If they were rubber as most of them are, I’d probably go with slightly cooler water, closer to that 160 degree standard. I do exactly what I did with the hose and sprayer, only backward.

I put my thumb over the end of the tubing and pour boiling water down one inflation until it comes back out the others, and then change to a different inflation (to back wash the first one).  If I wait and do that at the end, I will burn my thumb.

Then I pour boiling water down each inflation in turn, letting the hot water drain out the tubing.  I use the entire half kettle of water, reserving just a cup or two which I pour into the bucket.

I repeat the whole process with the cold water sprayer one more time and hang the milker up to dry.

The white bucket isn’t in the laundry tub yet.  That photo is “after.”

But you can see how the milker hangs. That is where it lives.

At this point, I put the bucket in the tub (it fits nicely even with the milker hanging there) and scrub it using the burgundy-and-white brush you see hanging there. That brush is never used for any other purpose.  Remember, I’d put a drop of detergent and hot water in the bucket earlier, so I just scrub with that.

Then I dump that soapy hot water into the white wash bucket, and rinse out the milk bucket.  It lives on a shelf on the opposite side of the laundry room.

I wash out the little white udder-washing bucket, get a new sponge if necessary and it stays right there until it’s needed again.

And finally, I clean the lid and the pulsator.

See Minnie?  She wanted to be in the photo.

There is a gasket in the lid. The entire thing gets covered with milk.  It comes apart.

I wash both pieces just like I’d wash any other dishes in the kitchen.  Hot soapy water and a good rinse and they go back on the shelf above the laundry tub.

The pulsator comes apart.  They’re all different, but they all come apart.  The blue thing, which is the pulsator itself, cannot be submerged and doesn’t get milk in it, so I clean the exterior of it and that’s all.  The black rubber part comes apart as you can see.

You can also see the white crud that forms on it.  That’s milk.  It dries and you have to get it off. All three of those pieces can be submerged in hot water and scrubbed.

This is a handy little brush that was made just for cleaning.  Here’s something similar.

It gets in all the little crevices.

About once every couple of weeks, I break down the claw and clean it well.

The green part, which is clear plastic, is screwed onto the red part, which is stainless steel. They unscrew, and then I can use the little brush to scrub that. The narrow end of the brush fits down in the holes coming from the inflations. There is a gasket in the plastic part where it screws onto the metal part, and I remove that and scrub it well too.

This is a little bit of a PITA but doesn’t have to be done but about once a week or even two weeks.

I also scrub out the laundry tub itself every few days with Clorox.

I once timed myself cleaning the milker.  I already had a tea kettle boiling (sometimes I manage to be organized and heat the water before going to the barn). From the time I walked in the door, to the time I was done with the last step took exactly 8 minutes.

It takes a whole lot longer to describe it than it does to do it. And I wasn’t that fast in the beginning, of course.

Considering that it takes less than 10 minutes to milk Frances, and then about 8 minutes to clean the machine, it’s a huge improvement. I used to spend about 45 minutes milking before we got the machine.

And finally, this is not the only way to do this. It’s the way that works for me. Some people put the milker in a bucket and use a vacuum motor and suck water through the milker.  That would work if I had an outdoor setup. Some people splurge and get the automatic thing. Some people have a milk room set up in their barn.  One woman did an elaborate automatic setup in her kitchen.  I used to lay the milker and tubing on a towel-covered shelf before I decided to just hang it.

The cleaner it all is, of course, the better. Milk will last longer in the refrigerator. The cow will be healthier and not so prone to mastitis.

Here’s a Youtube video of a woman cleaning a goat milking machine (only two inflations). She’s using the moter/bucket method.  Maybe I’m entirely too fastidious, but I cringe at all that equipment in that shed/garage.  My laundry tub is not used for anything except my milker and the milker lives in the house where barn dust does not accumulate.

Here’s one that is better. At least she has a dedicated room away from the barn area to hang the milker.

 

 

 

 

 

Elizabeth Olvera

There was an exchange on the Nation (FB page) yesterday.  One of Nicole’s humpers came over to play.

And play is the correct word.

Feigning ignorance, in spite of having followed the Naugler saga for two entire years, she began by asking a question about the Nicole/Pate interaction recording from when the children were taken.

There are two versions of that. One is transcribed here, the edited version. The other is transcribed here, and is, I believe, unedited.

I provided those two links.

Elizabeth then made it clear that she didn’t want to read anything on the blog.

Here is the gist of that exchange on the Nation.  It’s long, so I’m omitting much of it and just including the stuff that involved me and Elizabeth directly and/or comments that I think are germane to the issue.  Here’s the link if you want to go read the whole thing.

After carrying on about how she can’t find anything and doesn’t want to read the blog, she now begins to demand that she be spoon-fed this stuff. She wants me, essentially, to make a comparison between the edited version and the unedited version and provide her with a transcript of what was omitted and some analysis about it.

She’s trying really hard. . .

Here’s where she starts laying it on thick.  Too thick.  She’s confused. She can’t understand.  She just wants to understand, because she’s Switzerland.

But then, just a bit later, she busy explaining that Joe and Nicole explain everything.

So which is it?  She’s confused, or she’s not confused?

But digging is really, in fact, what she was doing.

So I tried.

And I didn’t see this question (about email addresses) until today.  Here’s the answer, Elizabeth.  I get a whole lot of spam.  I probably get as much spam as I do actual real comments.  To keep up with that, I utilize a spam filter.

One of the ways that spam filters work is by looking at email addresses. The filter does not check to see if the email address is real (you can use a fake email address here and it will work fine – a good many of you do that).  It looks for known spam email addresses.

The spam filter saves me a lot of work trying to filter out spam.

She’s confused. Poor Switzerland.

So then, even though she’s uncomfortable with providing an email address to comment on the blog that she regularly reads but which somehow hasn’t done the job of adequately informing her so she remains confused, she wants to go to private messaging.

Before I continue with this, I want to make something clear about private messages.

I’m not fond of them.

I had a mentor years ago, a man named Farrell Till. A former pastor/missionary, he was probably the foremost authority in the world on the subject of errors in the Bible. He ran a mailing list called “Errancy” and I was a member for a very long time.

Farrell used to talk about how people would want to have private conversations with him.  Occasionally, an active minister would come to his house to talk.  Farrell was pretty much fine with that because it took some effort to actually visit him physically.

But he refused to do email exchanges.

His reasoning was that he could have an exchange or a debate with an inerrantist (Christian who believes the Bible has no mistakes) on the mailing list and that exchange would be seen by hundreds of people. He was under no illusion that he might change the mind of the inerrantist. He was interested in the debate, the exchange of ideas, and in mentoring people like me who were sincerely wanting to know.

That’s what happens on this blog. I get to express my point of view. I have the bully pulpit, just like Farrell did, because it’s my blog.  But in the comment section, you all get to weigh in.  Sometimes you agree with me, sometimes you don’t.  Everyone gets to read it.  You can use a screen name if you wish and many of you do.

Private messages accomplish almost nothing, and tend to be a waste of time at best. At worst, they are fraught with danger, because either side can selectively quote from them and nobody has any way of knowing what the whole exchange consisted of.

Because I strongly suspected that Elizabeth was trolling, I accepted her request.  And I was proved correct in my assessment.  I’ll show you how I know that.

Here is the exchange. I’m putting it out here for only one reason.  She was trolling. She was totally disingenuous and her sole motive was to get me or somebody else to say something that could be used somehow by Nicole against that person.  I do not honor privacy in a case like that.

Two red flags popped out immediately.

First, why the shit about the dead child?  I never mentioned Nathan.  She supposedly doesn’t know anything about anything. She’s confused.  Yet that was the first thing out of her keyboard.  It was the first comment she made because she thought it would disarm me.  It didn’t. It armed me instead.

Second, she has no questions.  She needed to go to PM to talk with me but she has no questions.

Anything you can tell me. . .

Sure.

So she begins by blasting away at Debra.  She wants me to say something about Debra.

Nicole wants me to say something about Debra.

I wasn’t born yesterday.

And we’re back to explaining how she just wants to ask questions only she doesn’t have any.

Frankly, I do not think that Elizabeth was prepared for this at all. She never expected to connect with me publicly much less privately.

She, of course, has no questions.

Ah, she came up with a question.  Vague, loaded, expansive, but a question.

I gave her fair warning, as you can see.  I put the whole thing on the blog because fuck it that is what I do when people try to intimidate me.

It was time for me to ask a question, a specific one. Not some vague thing.  A real question.

Notice the vague answer?

When I followed up, she suddenly was busy.

This was yesterday evening.  My comment about going to feed the calves was real. That means that exchange ended at approximately 7:15 p.m. Central time yesterday.

And that was that until today.

Elizabeth, having failed to get anything useful out of me, went back to the Nation.  Again, I am not including every single comment, but they are all there if you want to go read.

Please note the time. I took these screen shots just a little while ago. It is now noon Central time.

She goes back and starts arguing with Deb.  The whole purpose of this was to get anyone she could to argue with her.  She wanted to get somebody angry so she could get either a nice screen shot or information.

I’m so easily confused. . .

Sure. And you’re Switzerland.

You just read our whole PM exchange.

What were her questions?  Vague shit about four people.  Anything I wanted to tell her, she said.

Elizabeth makes more than one reference to her shitty past behavior.

And here’s the comment about how she saw people drive by the shop and yell threats and take pictures. She has no video of that.  She’s easily confused, she says.  But she knows for certain this happened.

I bet she knows for certain that Joe didn’t drink a beer and that we were all drunk that night, too.

You know, if I’d said that about somebody and then sincerely wanted to establish dialogue with them, I think I’d have skipped the “nobody should say shitty things about dead children” part and gone straight to “I was wrong to say that I thought you should be smacked in the face with a shovel.”

In addition, there’s something else here.

Lisa quite often adds “IMHO” or “IMO” (in my humble opinion, in my opinion) to stuff she writes.

Elizabeth, though, doesn’t follow any of this very much and stays confused.  She doesn’t even know why Lisa is in Nicole’s crosshairs.  Yet she is very aware of that little habit of Lisa’s.

Here’s another gem, from last May.

So, taking all of this into consideration, and figuring that I’d gotten all I was going to get out of her, I did this.

She responded with “What did I do?” in a matter of about ten seconds.  Yet she had spent the entire morning arguing on the Nation and not asking me any of those burning questions that she needed answers to because she’s Switzerland.

Well, Switzerland, since you read every word written here about Nicole, there’s your answer.

This is why I typically won’t respond much, if any, to private messages. It’s why I’m typically vague even if I do respond.  It’s why I vastly prefer having public exchanges.

I blocked Elizabeth so I don’t have to be bothered with her again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Passive Voice

Here’s an unschooling lesson for today.  We’re going to talk about passivity, specifically, using the passive voice in writing.

For anyone who doesn’t already know, this is active voice.

We are selling our horse.

The subject is “we.”  The action (verb) is “are selling,” and the thing to be sold is “our horse.”

Here is passive voice.

We have been put in a position in which we have to sell Beauty.

This thing has been done to us.  We are victims (we get that from “unfortunately”.)  We didn’t want to make this decision but outside forces, unnamed, have forced us to do this unfortunate thing.

Passive voice is mostly shitty. It’s usually (but not always) considered bad writing, for exactly the reason illustrated above.  It’s vague. It’s unclear.

Who is doing the forcing here?

The reader gets to guess, or on Nicole’s page, ask.

She then answered.

Aha.  It’s the trolls.

First, there is no rumor about the horse being loose.  The person who is making things up is Nicole.

What has happened is that Nicole saw the trailer for the interview with Ron Sneed, and flipped out.

Joe and Nicole have been making all sorts of claims about Ron now for a couple of years and he has said nothing.  He doesn’t do social media. He isn’t even slightly intimidated by them.

But he’s had enough of it.

The problem is that Nicole and Joe do not know what is in the interview. They have no idea.

So they have grabbed onto the only thing they can think of to slap back at Ron proactively, and that’s animals getting loose.

She put up those “for sale” posts about two hours after the trailer went live.  It was just enough time for her to see it, have a temper tantrum, and react.

This is today.

Notice the passive voice again in the first sentence?  It’s a hallmark of “vaguebooking.”

. . .we have been provided a few solutions.

She then goes on to make all sorts of vague and false and misleading claims.

She begins with this:

Although livestock get loose all the time, we are a target and the only people in the area who have been to court for it.

Animals do not “get loose all the time.”  They get loose sometimes.  I live in an area that is just as rural as where Nicole lives (maybe more so). Many of the people around me own livestock of some sort.

We’ve lived here for nine years. During that time, our two donkeys have escaped twice.  The first time, Dave was out of town and my neighbors helped me catch them. The second time, they got out because we thought we had fixed the fence and we were wrong. After that, they were confined to prison (the paddock) until we could replace the pasture fencing.

We have one neighbor who has a couple of horses who are barely adequately fenced.  They have been out a couple of times.

Another neighbor had a young bull escape who came to our house and scared the shit out of me. It took two weeks to find him.

Yet another neighbor had a couple of beef calves who escaped and I don’t think he ever found them.

That’s seven loose animals in nine years.  Nobody got mad.  Nobody went to court.  Everyone helped everyone else try to find their recalcitrant animals.  Our donkeys stomped through my neighbor’s garden (to my horror) and we tried to pay them/replant for them/something and they said it was fine.  The corn came up anyway.  And we took them some eggs.

This is a typical scenario when you live in the country.

In order for your neighbor to take you to court for a failure to restrain your livestock, there has to be way more involved than just having your horse get out once or twice.  This, of course, is what Nicole implies, that the horse only got out a couple of times, and of course, it’s “suspicious,” because she wants us to believe that Ron Sneed came over to their property and let the horse out on purpose.

The next morning, for the third time, I think, in the past two weeks, which is very suspicious, my horse has not gotten out before then, (9) but for the third time in the last couple weeks, uh, we got up, woke up (10A) to the horse being loose.

However, she tells us herself, in one of those videos, that they had a routine they went through to retrieve the horse when it got out.

Um, the second morning is the morning where, I had left for work, and my husband had, um, my son, um, um, my old, my sixteen-year-old son was outside working and um, the horse was gone. And so he went down to the property line with a bucket of grain and tried to retrieve, shake the grain and the horse comes back, she follows you right back up to her pen. So that’s what he was doing.

Notice this?

. . .shake the grain and the horse comes back, she follows you right back up to her pen.

That horse had gotten out multiple times.  She had them trained.  Quinten knew exactly what to do to lure her back.

But yesterday I was made aware that the local trolls are still trying to agitate the relationship between my neighbor and us and escalate issues with my family.

More of the passive voice.  She was “made aware.”  By who?  Probably by nobody. She regularly visits all the pages and this blog and she saw the trailer.

Here’s the deal. The neighbor is tired of being a punching bag.  He’s had enough.  He’s going to tell us why.

Nicole and Joe have bragged and asserted and declared emphatically that they have all sorts of recordings of Ron saying all sorts of things. I would suggest that maybe it’s time for them to post all those recordings and we’ll see what was really said.

When they filed the “failure to abate a nuisance” charge they did with no evidence of a nuisance.

And throughout this rant we see the use of the vague “they.”

You know who “they” was in this case?  This is Shitgate.  The “they” is Jeremy “that idiot” Hinton representing the health department.  He does not have to produce “evidence of a nuisance.”  He told them to comply with the fucking law by getting a proper, inspected septic system in place. They had their choice of what type, either an actual septic tank, an approved outhouse (with a hole in the ground) or a Porta Potty.

You simply cannot just say, “Gee, I don’t want to do all that.”

. . .they simply told us to get a permit. . .

By then, the Nauglers had gotten the Porta Potty and that met the requirements.  Nicole version of this is horseshit, of course.

. . .there is a foundation for my so called paranoia.

There is only the foundation that Joe and Nicole have worked diligently to build.

But the interview is coming. Stay tuned.