If at first you do not succeed, you should try again and again and again.

I seem to live my life under the motto of “I would rather be lucky than good,” and this past week was a shining example of that.

"I hate sheep, or at least I did Tuesday."

"Mom and Dad became a cornerstone of our church, and I lived with two of the best examples of faith that I could. I was a believer because I did not know what it was like to not be one."

We are fully into the heaviest part of lambing season, and I need to give a shout out to my ewes.

"I thought we were all on the same page last summer when we synchronized them and turned the rams. Maybe I did not do a good enough job of explaining the plan to the ewes."

"I know I will never have another Roo dog. ... I have come to the realization that I was the lucky one to have a dog like that."

"The level of ingenuity is staggering at times, or maybe I am reading too much into it."

I have spent the last month planning out next year. I am sure I am in the majority when it comes to that activity, in fact, I would guess that…