Bringing Home the Bacon

Our farm family has really enjoyed watching the Olympics in Sochi. This winter has been tough on the farm, with both bitter cold and lots of snow making it challenging for us, and by us I mean Husband and Ryan, to get the work done. Watching the Olympics has made me appreciate these dedicated Americans who have worked hard outside in the elements, sometimes under adverse conditions, to pursue their passion. Like some farmers I know. Here are a few of our family's gold medal farming events: Ice Dancing - My not-so-graceful journey in the snow to get into my van and drive it down the lane. My farmer Husband spends his shoveling time and energy on pig pens. Our driveway is last priority. Curling - Husband raises his pigs in small pig-height buildings. To ensure we have pigs the right size for our state and county fairs, Husband has a lot of pigs being born in the winter. He stays up many nights, curled up in the little house, waiting to ensure the piglets get under the heat

Earlier this evening I saw something unbelievable, incredible really. It was so miraculous, I guess it's appropriate it happened at God's Creation Museum and Zipline Complex.  (Motto: Our Bible-based engineers have designed this zipline to.... OH CRAP!) I saw two people engage in a civilized discussion/debate over something they both felt passionately about. God was involved. There was even sex and naked people. And still the conversation was orderly and civil. What's up America? What happened to the good old days when you could just scream at people who didn't agree with you and then protest at some other guy's funeral? The nerve of that Godless Bill Nye to march into the very home of Adam, Eve and their Triceratops and rattle on about carbon dating and 6,000+ year-old stars. Thankfully Creation Museum founder, Ken Ham , plus some guy from CNN, were on hand to facilitate a very orderly and non-yelling dueling PowerPoint presentation. Photo source. Now, so