Sleepy time

5:55 on ESPN; new balls!

 

3:01 in a rocking chair, and it’s a long road ahoe.

 

3:34 in a rocking chair, and the secret to life might be sleeping.

 

“It’s a long row to hoe”
Kids! ... and their Chicken Nuggets!

 

Really? Since when? I don’t remember any of that farmer nonsense.

 

Chicken nuggets don't grow in hoed rows! sheesh....these city slickers in Canada....

 

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NounEdit
long row to hoe (plural long rows to hoe)

1. (idiomatic) A difficult, arduous task or set of tasks; a lengthy, demanding project.
   • 1907, William Dean Howells, Between the Dark and the Daylight, ch. 5:
   • 1997 Nov. 29, "Dollar Nears 5-Year High Against the Yen," New York Times(retrieved 23 July 2014):
   • 2009 April 11, Hanif Kureishi, "Margaret Thatcher: Acceptable in the 80s?," The Guardian (UK) (retrieved 23 July 2014):

SynonymsEdit

• tough row to hoe, hard row to hoe

See alsoEdit

• row to hoe

 

3:00 in a rocking chair, and it’s never too early for @Mikie ’s

 

Excellent!

Road ahoe is loosely permissible. But please don't be talking about the windshield factor!!!!!!!!

 

So here's the problem for these west coast chaps...

First you have to explain what a "row" is.

Then you have to explain what a "hoe" is.

Not sure how many people on this site understand manual farm labor I grew up in the corn fields and used to play tag and hide 'n seek in the corn rows, and I know what it is to hoe a row

 

2:24 in a rocking chair, and Godwillin' the creek don't rise, I be countin' ma’chickens afore the cows come home! Herzie

 

What did the pappa cow say to the baby cow? "It's pasture bedtime"

And before we go there... I know there is no such thing as a pappa cow or a baby cow

 

2:38 in a rocking chair, and I’m too tired to taste this chicken!

 

My first 3 jobs in life were on Ranches, so I know them both very well.

I later learned a different hoe in Hollywood... but that’s another story.

 

That's from the less common saying "an ugly hoe to row"

 

OK, I have to pull out this clip again, since we are talking about hoes. Please watch it this time.

The show: Corner Gas. The setting: Dog River, Saskatchewan. The setup - town leaders are looking for ways to increase tourism. 2 minute version:



Here's the longer, more comprehensive version - worth the extra minute to see the resolution:

 

I get that reference! Ag work as a kid FTW! I think my longest hoed row was probably 600 yards. Thankfully I was quickly promoted to pesticide sprayer and only hoed long rows for one day.

 

Confirmed there is just nothin like a big dirty hoe.
I'm right there with yah!

On one ranch I worked, it had a YUGE garden. It had several really long rows to hoe. By the time I was done hoe'in I was dead tired. A man can only handle so many hoes at once. Those are my thoughts...

 

I've never hoed a row. I've installed and repaired barbed-wire fences; dropped, limbed, skidded and decked trees, and bucked hay bales. That's about it for my rural credentials. No farming nor animal husbandry.

 

This is going to go very bad... Sleepy time just got X rated.

 

So...you are saying you failed to plow the hoe correctly, so they took you off of it. Got it.

 

One of our neighbors was a farmer who used to shock his corn. Very old school. Got to a point where people would come from miles around every Fall (no joke) to take photos of his fields with all the corn shocks.

When he died, the county bought his farm, and it is actually a farm museum now - where kids go to see how farms work. Makes me both happy... and sad. I wonder how many small independent farmers are left out there...

 

Yeah, but he did spray it...

on another note, I've never done farm work . City slicker from day one....

 

Huge difference between hoe (weed removal/soil aeration tool) and ho' (woman of negotiable virtue).

Just sayin'.

 

2:08 in a rocking chair, and the top shelf is where mamma hides the cookies.

 

Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?

 

Hi!

I gave you some suggested activities in another thread to help pass your time, and to improve the world.

Click here and get to work on this tomorrow please!

 

A Hindu, a Jew, and a mountain biker are on a road trip. Out in the middle of nowhere, their car breaks down, so they start to walk to find the nearest service station. After walking a few miles, they come across a farm. Seeking a place to sleep for the night, they knock on the door and ask the farmer if they can sleep in the barn.

The farmer says it's OK as long as they don't disturb his animals, so the three men go to the barn to sleep.

Fifteen minutes later, the Hindu bangs on the farmer's door and asks if he can sleep in the house, because he cannot sleep with sacred cows next to him. The farmer says it's OK and lets him in.

Fifteen minutes after that, the Jew bangs on the farmer's door and asks if he can sleep in the house, because he cannot sleep with pigs next to him. The farmer says it's OK and let's him in.

Fifteen minutes after that, the farmer hears a knock on the door, and by this time he is very annoyed. He flings open the door, and there stand the cows and the pigs.

 

2:50 in a rocking chair, and the cows and the pigs are still knocking at the door.

 

Who you calling a pig?

Oink...