How does God make mules?

So, life is a little different and I’m not blogging as often. I would like to apologize to anyone (“Lee-roy”) who may be offended by my recent down-sizing in communiqué. I know your life will be less joyous with less couch to read, but it will go on, I promise.

Now, that we’ve taken care of that…I’ve been thinking about how to write this post since the evening of the conversation. It was last Wednesday post the giant landscaping/cleaning event at the Faith Community Center. I heard there were over 150 people there that night, many of which were Careerians, I saw them with my own eyes. WAY TO GO CAREERIANS!!!

So, Mark and I along with Wendy, Jeannie, Jason and Pete decided we needed some caloric density following an evening of hard labor. We headed “down on the farm” to Bob Evans, which provided a theme for some interesting conversation. And, I being the closest to having ever lived on a farm, became the fount of knowledge for all things “farm-ish.”

It’s at this point in the story that I’m not sure how to continue, without being offensive to some, who may take the conversation and run far beyond it’s scope and meaning. So with that, I’m going to make an effort.

When you grow up on/around a farm/livestock you learn more about life at a young age than most “city-folk.” Additionally, you develop a circle of knowledge, not necessary to those living away from a farm/livestock. I raised rabbits from the time I was 9 to when I finished 4-H and FFA at 18, worked on a draft horse farm and spent a lot of time at my aunts riding and caring for her horses and mules.

Now, back to Bob Evans, it was after 9 p.m., AND we’d all been working for several hours, were dirty and tired. I don’t recall now why or who asked the following question but it was asked and it was received with a lot of laughter on my part as I tried to sort of delicately explain the birds and the bees of farm life…

“How are mules made?”

Well when a female horse and male donkey love each other very much….mules happen. No people, it can’t work the other way around, no mules themselves can't make mules happen, yes it can happen naturally and no it’s not gross. It’s a productive means to a productive and useful end.

It cracks me up, how much stuff I forget is not “common” knowledge, why would people need to know that? They don’t! But it surprised me to have to have a 20 minute conversation about it before I got everyone together on the topic and understanding. And I’m pretty sure the people next to us thought we were totally crazy because the conversation resulted in several rounds of boisterous laughter.

What a fun bunch, even though we were dirty and tired and just a little stupid…it was a fun night…one that I’ll remember forever. Thanks mules!

That’ll teach ya to hassle me for not posting, Lee-roy.