tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152187052024-03-13T01:18:51.583-04:00Random PitchesI am a singer who tends to hit random pitches. I Love my wife Rachel and my five children. Sierra (11), Aleya (8) Jayden (7) Jackson (7) Kaiden 3. Four of our five children are adopted so I am very interested in adoptions and the stories that go with them. I am a dairy farmer which I enjoy most of the time. Most importantly I love the Lord.Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.comBlogger1221125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-17527063975910669532013-05-02T06:15:00.001-04:002013-05-02T06:15:15.094-04:00SicknessHow do we decide what is most important in our lives? What we will fight for? What drives us? About ten years ago I was sick of my marriage, sick of my job, sick of my church, sick of the life I was living. What I learned was my soul was sick. It wasn't the marriage, the job, the church. It wasn't those things that made my life miserable. It was the state of my soul. I was so wrapped up in getting what I wanted, what I thought was best for me, I lost sight of what was most important. In retrospect I wonder if I ever really understood or knew what should have been the most important thing. <br />
So what is the most important thing? I don't have the total answer but I am beginning to see a small part of the answer. For me the most important thing was when I accepted the fact that God wants me here in this community, in this church, married to my wife and managing this farm. God had a purpose or reason for placing me here. <br />
As I began to change my focus from myself to God my perspective on life began to change. Deep down in my soul I wanted what God wanted but I wasn't ready or willing to allow it to happen. I still live in fear of the unknown but at least I understand that I am living that way. I am starting to recognize a state of peace beneath the craziness. Realizing the farm is temporal. I wonder if we will survive financially. Beneath this fear I feel peace. I feel that if we don't survive God has a better plan. Granted if the farm does fail I will probably experience severe depression. <br />
I realize that church life, my wife, children, farm life, all these things affect my view of life. How I feel towards these people and life in general are affected by the way disagreements are handled. Whether I feel heard or not. Whether I feel loved or not. Whether I feel cared for. I understand this. What I am suggesting is when I began to focus on Jesus I had a different perspective on the relationship. The shocking thing is how slow the process is. I am such a slow learner. <br />
When I was living with a sick soul my life was miserable. After ten years of slow learning my life isn't miserable. The interesting thing is the external things in my life have not changed. My wife is the same, my children are the same, I attend the same church and manage the same farm. The challenges in all these instances have changed and you would think I would be more miserable. <br />
What changed? My focus changed and it was a conscience decision. I had a sickness in my soul. I asked Jesus to cleanse it... This changed my life...<br />
<br />Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-54130246255355340442013-02-16T07:22:00.000-05:002013-02-16T07:22:23.178-05:00Friday Night FunLast night, while I was dozing peacefully on my couch, the phone blasted a shrill note in my ear. "Glen, we have a problem. We have cows in our front yard." said Marshall. "Hmm, are you sure?" says I. "Yes," says he "can you go to the barn and see where they came from and I will send head your way?" "Sure" I reply. So off I go with children in tow. I leap upon my trusty steed, four wheeler, and head for the barn. I notice a gate open at the far end so I investigate. The chain is hanging wearily around one of the spars with the bolt still through a link. I spy the nut lying neatly on the concrete wall. "Boys" I think to myself. Upon further investigation the truth will come forth. However, tampering with said bolt was heatedly denied. So we assume some nosy cow spent an incredible amount of time turning the nut of the bolt with her tongue. But the story has only begun. As I rounded the barn I noticed a cow laying in a place that would be very uncomfortable, over the drop box. The drop box is a box in which the manure falls before it floats through a pipe to the manure pit. She wasn't exactly over it she was more in it. Both rear legs were hanging uselessly down in the box. After much thought and prodding she pulled one foot up onto the concrete. We had the skid loader handy and gave her a boost for which she was quite thankful I am sure. I am also sure she is fairly sore. While we were helping the cow out of the box the other 90 cows in the group were sprinting gleefully around the farm. Over hill over dale the cows hit the dusty trail or go swimming in the pit. I know she did I saw here climb out. Wimpy was her name. When we finally got them in we noticed a dry cow in the another barn who wouldn't rise up and walk. So, we brought the skid loader around, loaded her in the bucket and hauled her to the pre-fresh barn so she would be more comfortable. I was hoping getting her off of concrete and onto sawdust would work wonders in her morale and she would hope up and take a bow. Unfortunately this didn't happen. So we gave her a shot of banamine for swelling. I was assuming she had injured herself. Plus when she tried to get up she would only make it half way up. It appeared that she had a back injury. However my fading memory pulled some cow history out of the grey matter while milking this morning. I remembered we had dried 375 off very early because she had quit milking. I didn't think about it at the time because she didn't look sick or anything. I assumed she was wanting a long vacation. I am now thinking she has a deeper issue. I think it is sin... Or perhaps cancer... Cancer would explain why she wouldn't get up. The tumor is putting pressure on the nerves and she can't get up. Poor cow... Poor me... Such is life on the funny farm...Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-25493768103098642852013-02-07T05:47:00.002-05:002013-02-07T05:47:59.690-05:00Soul SearchingI didn't pay attention to when I last posted something. It is has been far to long. Well for some of you maybe it hasn't been long enough. I have been searching my soul lately. I have found this tends to be a good practice if it is done honestly. For those of you know what council meeting is I have come to the conclusion that searching ones soul should probably happen more than twice a year. <br />
What I have discovered is the depth of my searching is directly related to how stressful my life is. Is this a true statement: The easier your life is the less you search your soul. For me this is true. I tend to go about my life, trying desperately to hold all the loose ends together. Suddenly I find myself waking up at two in the morning, when I am not milking, and lying in bed pondering life. Asking myself questions. At this point in the process these questions are not soul searching questions as much as they are how can I fix the problem myself questions. This tends to go on for days, weeks, years.... Ok I think that is an exaggeration but definitely days. Last fall I was really struggling financially, still am to be frank. I spent many sleepless nights trying to figure out how I was going to pay the bills. I am sure you want to know the answer to this question. I would like to know it as well. There was no way we could pay the bills. So I began a dialogue with the bank. In the middle of this whole process I became more and more confused, depressed, moody and unhappy. What a miserable way to live. One morning I read I Cor. 14;33. The verse speaks about God being the author of peace not confusion. The only way to describe the feeling that came over me is to suggest that it was like the sun coming up. The dawn of a beautiful day. A morning with grass dripping with dew and the first rays of the sun are fiery orange with pink, lavender, and red mixed in. Isn't it an incredible blessing to know that God doesn't want us to live in confusion? That he wants us to trust Him and allow him to work. To bad this isn't easy but if it was easy we wouldn't need Him. This, my friend, is how I search my soul. How do you do it?Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-58093267250543161182012-08-04T20:14:00.002-04:002012-08-04T20:14:49.493-04:00DadIt seems that my head is empty lately. I have nothing to say... Which for some of you is a great relief. I am currently listening to a cassette tape. Do any of you remember those days? My wife just flipped it over for me. (Tapes need to be turned over if you want to listen to the other side.) This is an old King's Heralds tape. Another Rainbow. Love the songs on this album and I am hoping VOP can record a few more of them in the coming years. <br />
It is amazing how these tapes that I listened to when I was child bring back memories from my childhood. I remember my Dad taking classes at EMU one fall/winter. The class was once a week and for some reason my brother and I went with him. I think we were along to help with the driving. Well, Jon helped with the driving I went along for the ride. I remember one time we were traveling up in the rain and listening to this tape. Anyway, I won't bore you with all the details, well actually that is not true. I have shared with you all that remember from that experience. It was nothing earth shattering or life shaping or perhaps it was.<br />
I remember another instance when Dad and us boys went to Baltimore, MD and attended a King's Singers concert. What a thrilling event this was. We spent the night in a hotel, which was unheard of for us, and the next day we went shopping, music shopping. I don't remember how many stores we went to but we were sheet music shopping. I also remember on this trip I had my first ever experience with someone wanting money for food. If I am not mistaken Daddy took him to a little shop and bought him a sandwich. <br />
I remember another time when Daddy was doing research at UVA and he needed to make copies and we stopped at this little store and got a bunch of change. I was the copy man. Big stuff indeed. Funny, I didn't know I spent so much time with my Dad...<br />
I must admit I think highly of my Dad and I am so thankful for the influence he has had in my life. Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-53449980473341072032012-07-13T20:10:00.003-04:002012-07-13T20:10:46.024-04:00What Was ThatWhy would a tractor belch black smoke and cut off? Why would a tractor continue to smoke, white smoke, while sitting still and not running? For no apparent reason. No loud unusual noises. No knocking. No warning. Was it trying to be lazy? I wonder...<br />
This happened to me today. I grabbed my handy dandy cell phone that has service occasionally and put in a phone call to my trusty mechanic. I asked him this, "What does it mean when a tractor belches black smoke and then shuts off?" His response? "Not sure" Then my cell service dropped and I was left in the peaceful quietness of the day. Wondering how long it would be until the tractor was engulfed in flames. I wasn't too worried I couldn't see any flames but the continual smoking bothered me. Perhaps it was a sudden addiction to something. Tractors are strange things at times and have weird addictions, sudden addictions apparently. My phone rings, vibrates actually, I answer and it is Sonny. He wonders what is happening. I inform him that the white smoke seems to be increasing but the flames have yet to be located. Well, I was informed that he was racing back with water. (I was almost a mile from the hard top road.) Those of you know Sonny will understand what the word "race" means in this type of situation. I am assuming here but I bet that his head wasn't far from smacking the roof of the pickup. Rough fields and driveways don't make good race tracks. When he arrived at the scene the smoke was still rising from the air filter canister. Without water I didn't want to remove the filters. I was afraid I would be unable to because of the heat and what if my trying allowed oxygen to the smoldering filter? I was afraid we would have a roaring inferno... So, after pouring water on things we took the air filters off and one of them was over half burned. I had used ether to start the tractor and some how the air filter must have ignited. I have never had such an experience before and would rather not have another. Another malfunction episode...Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-58329042683853011302012-07-05T13:29:00.003-04:002012-07-05T13:29:47.149-04:00VacationPutting together a family vacation is always somewhat of a challenge. There needs to be things for children of varying ages to do. You don't want to do to much or parents and children will be stressed out. Vacation turns into something that isn't vacation. Somehow, I feel like we have hit the jackpot this year. We are staying at a lovely cottage in Mt. Joy PA. The Oasis Cottage. It really has been an oasis. Lovely rope swing on one side of the house and a sand box and play ground on the other. The only draw back has been the distance to the attractions we have chosen to visit. There was some grumbling about going to Roadside America. They wanted to know what it was. I didn't know how to explain it other than tell them they were going to love it. When we walked through the door and they caught there first glimpse of the attractions they were thrilled. Trains, cars, water, the list is endless. The other thing they seemed to really enjoy was the interaction at Turkey Hill Experience. Loads of interactive games, computer games. The free sample of ice cream didn't hurt anything. We are headed for Sight and Sound this afternoon for the Jonah production. This should be a highlight as well. I think we have had a grand week. No, parents and children were not perfect. Unfortunately we took our home attitudes with us. But all in all I hope your vacation will be as great as ours has been... Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-83641170066926047972012-06-28T06:29:00.000-04:002012-06-28T06:29:36.659-04:00NothingYou know, I was going to write something but the writing wasn't going where I wanted it to go so I discarded it. Perhaps later it will do what I wanted it to do. But, back to nothing. My mind is somewhat blank and I have work to do. There is a vacuum pump problem at the barn that needs to be addressed. I have hay to bale. I have 5-6 acres of new ground to sow. And, truth be told, you probably have something better to do then read this so. Until next time...Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-79716884173040156152012-06-12T20:17:00.002-04:002012-06-12T20:17:52.144-04:00MemoriesI mentioned on Facebook that I was camping with my wife's family this past weekend. There are things about camping that are grand and glorious and then there are things that are, well, less so. A fire is always a must. Not a roaring smoke free fire or a perfect hot dog roasting fire, lots of good hot coals. Most camping fires I have been responsible for NASA would be proud of. I am sure they wonder what sort of rocket or shuttle has been launched. A silent shuttle to be sure, unless to much gas has been used, but lots of smoke. Beautiful smoke. Lung filling smoke. Nicotine free of course but glorious blue smoke wafting through eyes and nose before winding gracefully through the trees. I enjoy and appreciate the nostalgic feeling one has when tears are streaming down his face. Cooking is also an incredible experience. I was able to create a rather impressive fire one morning. It was the result of some sort of raw meat which ha falling into the fire and is turning into something resembling charcoal but is also causing a roaring blaze. Grease will do this. If you don't believe me try it sometime but please do it outside. Your mother/wife/children will appreciate it.<br />
And then there is the tent that I never could master. So many little stakes and pegs. Rods with some sort of stretchy stuff you have to thread through holes, bending and twisting them so the roof of the tent is dome shaped instead of flat, like a pancake, on the ground. Then, once the tent is erect you can place things in it to sleep on. Sleeping bags, air mattress, foam mattress, etc. Most air mattress I have used are always flat by morning. Why is this? It could be brand new, never used, fresh from Wal-Mart and by 1:00 in the morning it will be flat and some root will be annoying you nigh unto death .<br />
And of course there is rain. Glorious rain. Rain that makes the crops grow and the fires smolder and sputter. Soggy hot dog buns are always a great treat. <br />
Then there are elephant ears. Cooked over a pot of oil which is sitting somewhat precariously over the fire. A few accidental slops and you will have another roaring inferno. This is something men greatly enjoy watching. Women? Not so much.<br />
Then you have all the incredible work of taking the tent back down and packing everything back up and going home to a hot shower. Your shower. Need I say more?<br />
I must admit this past weekend I did none of this, I slept in a little cottage which was equipped with an AC, shower, restroom and a bed. However, I did try to cook over the fire. But I am digressing from the title. The memories that were made. Looking back on this weekend. The children spent hours and hours riding bike and playing. The rest of us sat around the fire talking about days gone by and swatting at the bugs buzzing around our ears. We remembered previous camping episodes. The good, the bad, and the ugly. We laughed about the ugly and proved to ourselves that we had matured in the last ten years. I think we had a great weekend....<br />
Oh, did I mention I had more elephant ears than any one else. They were really quite awesome...Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-33962664878886665062012-06-04T07:05:00.000-04:002012-06-04T07:05:15.091-04:00The Most Important ThingOver the last three years I have slowly come to realize what the most important thing is. Perhaps I have known it a long time but it didn't really sink in. I was in the middle of, what I would consider, a huge building project. This project was moving about as fast as a glacier. I made phone call after phone call leaving messages. Trying to get some sort of take on what the builders status was. When was he coming? Was he coming? We need to get this done. I wasn't ready to "dump the builder" I liked him and he did good work. I was really struggling with how to be a Christian in the middle of the headache and aggravation, ok, I may as well be honest and call it anger. I came to this realization. Six months after the barn or project is completed and we move the herd moved into the barn I will have forgotten all the grief, pain, aggravation and anger that went with it. But, six months after the project was complete I knew the builder would remember what kind of person I was. If I was unable to rise above the circumstances and live in peace he would remember this and never do business with me again. Worse than that it would affect his view of Jesus. One of the questions I still continue to struggle with in these situations is how should a Christian deal with these issues. I am speaking specifically about business deals. How does Jesus affect the way you do business? Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-31147501866697653262012-06-01T06:28:00.000-04:002012-06-01T06:28:09.501-04:00All In A NameThe name of our farm is "Airy Mont Farm". I have gotten more strange looks over this name. Where did that come from? Did you say Dairy Mont Farm? Or maybe Dairy Mart Farm? I always wonder if these folks simply need to purchase a nice pricey pair of hearing aids. But I digress, Airy Mont Farm. If you have ever planted your feet on our farm in the spring you will understand where the name comes from. The farm buildings are located on a hill and we get more than our share of wind.<br />
But there is more to it than this. Years ago Merle Yoder coined another name for our farm, "Malfunction Junction". I am really disappointed I can't take the credit for such an appropriate name. It fits so well. If you read my previous post you read about a decision which led to some hay being rained on. Well, we raked it yesterday only to have it rained on again last night. Another form of Malfunction Junction. It never ends. Some days we spend a considerable amount of time trying to find ways to make this name remain true and faithful till the end. We spend so many days working toward this goal that I had "Malfunction Junction" printed under "Airy Mont Farm" on our checks. The bank was somewhat surprised.<br />
But wait, there is more. We are in the process of purchasing another farm in Pittsylvania county. (Should have closing in a couple weeks.) This property has an incredible number of creeks and streams as well as bordering Straight-stone Creek. (Which I would call a small river and I assume this "Creek" is quite offended by it's poorly chosen name. It isn't very straight either.) Anyway, lest I ramble on forever I have been pondering names for this property. We had quite a list. Double Creek, Triple Creek, Rolling Creek, on and on the list goes. None of which struck me as the appropriate name. Earlier this week it came to me that perhaps it should be called Troublesome Creek. Malfunction Junction and Troublesome Creek. After all we have a reputation to uphold.Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-49309379074612028392012-05-29T21:22:00.001-04:002012-05-29T21:22:36.910-04:00Making HayMonday morning I made decision. It is what a boss does, at least he is suppose to do this. I made the decision to mow hay. Very little chance of rain the last time I had checked and I have no idea when that was. You know, one thing you can't trust is the weather man. Poor guy. So, Mr. weather man says 20% chance of rain, we mow hay. By Tuesday morning there is 60% chance of rain. Now is when the dilemma beings. Rain, we need it. How to pray? We need rain yet we have hay on the ground. We WANT it to rain. Yet we DON'T want it to rain. So, we assume it will rain. We ted the hay several times and by 4:30 in the afternoon we start baling. The sun is shining brightly much to our delight. Finally about 7:00 we decide it really isn't dry enough and we need to wait. Thirty minutes later I see this very wide, dark, ominous cloud looming on the western horizon. At 8:30 it begins to rain. It is now 9:15 and it is still raining. Apparently I missed this one. I messed up the decision. But, we needed the rain worse then we needed the hay. Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-16893745640887744302012-05-29T07:03:00.000-04:002012-05-29T07:03:14.603-04:00A Brief Jaunt Back To Blogging?For some unknown reason I actually checked this blog this morning. I haven't looked at it in months. While glancing over a few of the posts I got this uncontrollable desire to post something. Not that anyone will see it. After all, if one doesn't ever post why would one keep checking back? So, perhaps I will begin posting occasionally. There are things about blogs that are much nicer than book face. (I did that on purpose) one being the room or ability to type for as long as one wants. Plus, I know that it will not clutter up someones wall or drive any one mad. So, I see the clock has ticked past 7 and I am now late for work which is a bad thing when your the boss. So, until next time... If there is a next time...Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-30718152716349644232010-11-11T19:13:00.000-05:002010-11-11T19:14:02.735-05:00Kaiden James<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRYMVAwukO1N7i0fr6rAKkXMiNFvo1em3EiIYyMlp1714XqRgmKFpLr73sDdbRZf_GqtKH3HI3muert7Tr2xlij5Eojwb9wbsNQtEIsLZT0vZQS-ZnlWAoslhtNx4l8vVcAzmoQ/s1600/IMG_4165.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRYMVAwukO1N7i0fr6rAKkXMiNFvo1em3EiIYyMlp1714XqRgmKFpLr73sDdbRZf_GqtKH3HI3muert7Tr2xlij5Eojwb9wbsNQtEIsLZT0vZQS-ZnlWAoslhtNx4l8vVcAzmoQ/s320/IMG_4165.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-8086182609373663302010-11-11T19:12:00.000-05:002010-11-11T19:12:48.589-05:00Lazy Acres<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRV3AGaPQDGEhhTaeLWSx5ZOl2OzZZpgZoasaK0UWPInsnb0ufrsGkh4ew_T0_CHinU-ZkvajG7PcuhNVoL7dewfV1Aejk_SJi9byWPQgtWW9urn30P5sBVgeThqZYt8Pmu7T6jA/s1600/IMG_4157.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRV3AGaPQDGEhhTaeLWSx5ZOl2OzZZpgZoasaK0UWPInsnb0ufrsGkh4ew_T0_CHinU-ZkvajG7PcuhNVoL7dewfV1Aejk_SJi9byWPQgtWW9urn30P5sBVgeThqZYt8Pmu7T6jA/s320/IMG_4157.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>View off of our deck at Lazy Acres Equestrian Training Center. Beautiful place...<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-46455367329356145092010-11-10T20:17:00.000-05:002010-11-10T20:17:09.450-05:00The Bridge and A Planet<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiwsGew-FtDyjgjEZMBTGCpa20VJaSZS0TIkiW-9i9AgCrpYx8MBlDSFk_POGkvXSO8Gs0DRp-UGO3Ky36OYBKHQW4J7-TphDDjVYIUg3qp-HNocnNO87OhMs9jgAYkXqaUZ0Xg/s1600/IMG_4145.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiwsGew-FtDyjgjEZMBTGCpa20VJaSZS0TIkiW-9i9AgCrpYx8MBlDSFk_POGkvXSO8Gs0DRp-UGO3Ky36OYBKHQW4J7-TphDDjVYIUg3qp-HNocnNO87OhMs9jgAYkXqaUZ0Xg/s320/IMG_4145.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />This turned out much better then I anticipated... I don't know what planet that is but I am sure it is one...<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-44846381444929101902010-11-10T20:15:00.000-05:002010-11-10T20:15:30.766-05:00Kids<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_XiYVoFpAbieqts508AOJlSwGb7JTOHfO1_iqK01Xb6H0yPCsp_VgAGIzLYmw-yW_GXSkmSEPFXv2XcJnmEkinkbLUTv4CrIvb_QUAvpVf_kfv6Kuu1ks0aQHK4vZeb_sFrLCQ/s1600/IMG_4135.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_XiYVoFpAbieqts508AOJlSwGb7JTOHfO1_iqK01Xb6H0yPCsp_VgAGIzLYmw-yW_GXSkmSEPFXv2XcJnmEkinkbLUTv4CrIvb_QUAvpVf_kfv6Kuu1ks0aQHK4vZeb_sFrLCQ/s320/IMG_4135.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-11260698031322197832010-11-10T20:13:00.000-05:002010-11-10T20:13:40.033-05:00Sweet<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUORPFiOZEBqALDNk8HBdiaF2S2xyyZYTKPHJ5P0Xa6Sq4BaNGXMKL8F5DGwVNYMoxMpmtGv2wkrH7tyWFpdxv8wa7Z02r69tLm3FggDJq9Z6GePGSFOffLSout2q3Y8yyIb5Pw/s1600/IMG_4126.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUORPFiOZEBqALDNk8HBdiaF2S2xyyZYTKPHJ5P0Xa6Sq4BaNGXMKL8F5DGwVNYMoxMpmtGv2wkrH7tyWFpdxv8wa7Z02r69tLm3FggDJq9Z6GePGSFOffLSout2q3Y8yyIb5Pw/s320/IMG_4126.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-70750809426520382922010-08-11T16:51:00.003-04:002010-08-11T17:04:24.412-04:00A Nerve Racking ExpierenceI was traveling home with a load of wood today when, quite frankly, I ran off the road. The details of this little ditch clearing episode are, basically, a result of laziness. Before leaving Long Island Lumber I noticed my tailgate was not shut properly. I decided I would drive nice and slow and everything would probably be fine. And, I was right, for about two miles. I was in a nice long straight stretch of road when life became somewhat more exciting. I heard a noise and, like all good drivers, I used my mirror to see what was going on. However, when I did this I dropped my right wheels off the rd. I was not going extremely fast up until this point. At this point in time it felt like I was going 100 instead of 35. Some more pertinent facts. At this point in the rd. there really is no ditch just a drop off of approximately 3 feet. I really didn't want to navigate this terrain so I tried to ease the truck back on the rd. My ears then told me that the rear tires where under duress and the truck was really feeling like it was going to turn over. Also, the board fence was getting much closer to the truck then I liked. I decided maybe navigating the dropping terrain would be a better approach to life. Thankfully, there was a truck width of grass between the rd and the board fence. I managed to ease the truck into this grassy expanse without turning over. I got out of the truck threw the wood out of the rd. Shut the tailgate properly. Went home. Got my pickup and retrieved the wood. What a shaky afternoon...Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-39095495548536289032010-05-29T09:52:00.000-04:002010-05-29T09:54:53.252-04:00Signing Kaiden's Cast<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrH7m5TrqgxhKin2kAVw3KJc3GspXAhV3lR8JkWdAEL_GC1P071UVp8S9VXz_M4XorPVCOrfaB08ZMOHNFDxJbVxHWB1PUuButFYBsg7EymzmZ_LtIfzMAZaudHFjvp91hmdol1g/s1600/IMG_2878.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrH7m5TrqgxhKin2kAVw3KJc3GspXAhV3lR8JkWdAEL_GC1P071UVp8S9VXz_M4XorPVCOrfaB08ZMOHNFDxJbVxHWB1PUuButFYBsg7EymzmZ_LtIfzMAZaudHFjvp91hmdol1g/s320/IMG_2878.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-1851333809247085322010-05-19T06:53:00.000-04:002010-05-19T06:56:20.140-04:00Mobile Home<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN52iB9yG_zlDVz4YwJbed1gWxqCYclCN9P8AhEgiyOcgZ4LDLYY70FZqvlunAN0l7MiT7gtUSny8wdJepKl2ljPNqhLv71q0ym1Lm1gaiu1lnP0sPR1wNpbMY5-q0XaqQUauP7A/s1600/IMG_2817.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN52iB9yG_zlDVz4YwJbed1gWxqCYclCN9P8AhEgiyOcgZ4LDLYY70FZqvlunAN0l7MiT7gtUSny8wdJepKl2ljPNqhLv71q0ym1Lm1gaiu1lnP0sPR1wNpbMY5-q0XaqQUauP7A/s320/IMG_2817.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-7363147484897220902010-05-19T06:49:00.000-04:002010-05-19T06:51:57.062-04:00Say What?<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ7PvRATy5B4pZIjwW3FNdZXEIxbZd88dfn-TD5WnrVV5aXzgEA9JHuS6GGYV-Tj2cgsreFHlbmwYleJBUgVNYgMzN7Zv9Yp_DvtjqPYH5oSdM9VRwniynMTQKtQgFhLAi3z7p-A/s1600/IMG_2815.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ7PvRATy5B4pZIjwW3FNdZXEIxbZd88dfn-TD5WnrVV5aXzgEA9JHuS6GGYV-Tj2cgsreFHlbmwYleJBUgVNYgMzN7Zv9Yp_DvtjqPYH5oSdM9VRwniynMTQKtQgFhLAi3z7p-A/s320/IMG_2815.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />After moving the grain bin we decided we had time to move this building yet. The building was lower then the truck. We took the bobcat and the tractor we used on the grain bin, cut the poles off, lifted one end of the building and drove the truck under it. This was Sonny's idea and worked very well. The dump body on the truck is a heavy duty garbage truck so it could hold the weight with out a problem. I don't think you can get more redneck than this....</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-49589180979071728142010-05-19T06:42:00.000-04:002010-05-19T06:44:25.826-04:00Moving<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDM5L4RwM-e5HXNvLKfKQjgEsMAO36n4_hevUI8M_0CYNJ1rOLsQkDr11qRANXH7Y3MnDoI5uBPJIvOWevhPOs7lgbSbBnMRdLrEvWOeweo2qfdL61SIG71TeK6fUyOZ-tns_MA/s1600/IMG_2811.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDM5L4RwM-e5HXNvLKfKQjgEsMAO36n4_hevUI8M_0CYNJ1rOLsQkDr11qRANXH7Y3MnDoI5uBPJIvOWevhPOs7lgbSbBnMRdLrEvWOeweo2qfdL61SIG71TeK6fUyOZ-tns_MA/s320/IMG_2811.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />I needed to move the grain bin so we can grade for the new barn. I was in the tractor and Sonny was in the Bobcat. (He is not in the picture) We picked it up and slid/carried it 50-100 feet to it's temporary home.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-62674656481780551532010-03-11T04:15:00.000-05:002010-03-11T04:18:10.238-05:00Now What???<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAFuhMfFC0YVjcrpJW1PcQ8IGNUKGAzJE2Yz3bCs83YIvRZPe7LZkU1KE8_G0d6nvh_F0KgtFf7bnpqO5AO6efAWN6vskuL7yk_64miOwAGPr1hWb2TXdD3qv_xTZ8AnrLT3xKw/s1600-h/IMG_2438.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAFuhMfFC0YVjcrpJW1PcQ8IGNUKGAzJE2Yz3bCs83YIvRZPe7LZkU1KE8_G0d6nvh_F0KgtFf7bnpqO5AO6efAWN6vskuL7yk_64miOwAGPr1hWb2TXdD3qv_xTZ8AnrLT3xKw/s320/IMG_2438.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-78987428638551387542010-03-11T04:05:00.000-05:002010-03-11T04:10:32.584-05:00Ooops<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheW7154ws2kbsLahmvniD40we-3dSo38tXiCN8H8v8WqStZD4czKkKSO-eTEBb3X3KRkxoZxj_oW8-ByF0oSx-jSX9fhauIikdEsmG7hq4Le1i2BYb7sSdI95l4teA96cNcHAQVQ/s1600-h/IMG_2437.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheW7154ws2kbsLahmvniD40we-3dSo38tXiCN8H8v8WqStZD4czKkKSO-eTEBb3X3KRkxoZxj_oW8-ByF0oSx-jSX9fhauIikdEsmG7hq4Le1i2BYb7sSdI95l4teA96cNcHAQVQ/s320/IMG_2437.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />This happened last week. You facebook people will remember a status concerning our ability to turn trucks over....<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15218705.post-40803998103436694202010-03-03T18:14:00.001-05:002010-03-03T18:16:22.435-05:00Musical<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2PZW9BVLgYyNTykun74UMizdkGiKmcyDYIbQN4wda9qZAnDodG3xWj1flyYwG8cz6bExoZkjNnPSaCjrgmaH5PWaWLBkluOavxDDI5bYvH9QJcZsldf71HVTa0aIZApZkg6OdrA/s1600-h/IMG_2434.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2PZW9BVLgYyNTykun74UMizdkGiKmcyDYIbQN4wda9qZAnDodG3xWj1flyYwG8cz6bExoZkjNnPSaCjrgmaH5PWaWLBkluOavxDDI5bYvH9QJcZsldf71HVTa0aIZApZkg6OdrA/s320/IMG_2434.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Kaiden loves music....<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Glen Zehrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213414392406841460noreply@blogger.com0