Yesterday was another day with my family where I find the humor and they just get mad at the situation. To begin with our horses had decided that the grass was greener on the other side of the fence and they went and joined the neighbors mares. So my dad in his infinite wisdom told us; my youngest brother and I; that we had to somehow separate all of these horses. About 20 in total; 5 of ours, 14 of theirs and our one miniature stud. Who by the way thinks he's got it pretty good because he's running with not only the big boys but also with 15 mares! So my brother thinks that he can do better without my assistance so he goes to the field and is able to catch one of our horses, he brings the horse back home, saddles it and then goes off to chase all of the horses back through the broken fence and then we will sort ours from theirs in our corrals. It doesn't take him too long and over the hill come 21 horses running as fast as can be. Our horses, with the exception of the mini-stud, turn and come through the gate and right into the corral. Smart horses!! The others continue to run blind and stop right in front of another part of the fence. The brother then ropes the mini-stud and we get him put into the corral. Everything is great. He then chases the neighbors horses back into their pasture and then comes back. We then head off to fix the fence. So far this is going very smoothly and I am quite surprised about the easy time we are having; nothing ever goes this smoothly on the farm! So in the brother's truck we go with the fencing supplies to fix the fence. We make it through the gate and it appears that the ground is extremely soft and this is not going to be an easy feat to get to where we need to go. So off we go, spinning tires, throwing up mud, barreling through the field as fast as we can go because if we slow down then we might hit a soft spot and get stuck. We get to the broken fence. We patch it and fix it, the brother swearing about the condition of the fence and that all needs to be ripped up and new fence needs to be put in. He's also swearing at dad because it is always his fault no matter what the circumstance is so might as well take this opportunity to swear and curse about it too. So the fence is fixed and no we can head home. Job well done with no problems. The brother puts the truck in reverse and then guns it through the field again. This time though we stop, tires spin and mud flies and then all of a sudden everything stops. The truck is not running and this does not impress my brother at all as he just paid $4000.00 to have his truck fixed 8 days earlier. He tries to turn the motor over, again nothing, one more time still nothing. Well you can just imagine the words that flew out of his mouth. Grab the cell phone and off we go to walk home. Luckily it is only about 1/2 a mile and it is a beautiful sunny day. I don't mind the walk. I automatically think of the song "The Truck Got Stuck" and think that it is too bad that we don't have some good Canola seed to throw under the tires, even though we weren't stuck I still find similarities to the song and our circumstance and find the situation funny. I know that the brother doesn't see any humor in this situation so I try to hide the smirk on my face and walk with him. We climb over the fence and the ditch is quite steep and there is still snow so as he climbs through the snow I see that the snow is waist high. I think that it would be much more fun just to slide down on my bum but I don't think that this is the appropriate time. Once we get onto the highway the brother phones the other brother to see if he can help him get his truck home. Well the other brother tells him that if he didn't drive like a ******* retard then maybe this wouldn't have happened. I find this even more funny because this makes the brother even more happy! Being called a ******* retard while walking home; this is something that you want to happen right?! So they hang up on each other and then 45 seconds later the other brother calls back and says that he will be over soon to help out. Which I find funny again because of course he couldn't just say that to begin with he had to get the ******* retard in there before saying that he would help. Plus it isn't like he has never done anything stupid with his vehicle before either, no just had pulling contests and wore the tires bald on his truck a week after he bought them. Blew the transmission in his truck 3 times before he learned that he could pull anymore! But he's responsible and wise now so lets not bring up those episodes. Oh! Meanwhile the father has called to say that he has forgotten to turn the oven on for the roast he is cooking for supper so could one of us do it. The brother hears that message and responds with "Nobody likes his ******* roast anyways!" He did turn the oven on though. I have no idea how the roast was. I just find it funny that they all get so mad at something that solves itself in the end anyways. No wonder all of my family has grey hair and I don't. They don't laugh nearly as much as I do nor do they find humor in the little things. What did him getting mad and swearing solve? Nothing, on the other hand I had a good little chuckle about it at his expense of course but still you need to find humor in the little things. Incidentally the truck just overheated and if we would have waited 10-15 minutes it would have started and we could have drove home! So who is the joke on?!!
