Busy and Excited


There is so much going on here today! A truck arrived with the drywall delivery. Dave and Matt unloaded.

They got right to work!

But that’s not all! Sean and Sean are here working on the field fencing.

I’m also really, really fortunate to have Eugene here. Eugene is an experienced, lifetime farmer. Here, Weston is helping him re-set the gate to the Park field.

I’m so lucky to have Eugene here because he knows what he’s doing and can help me with correcting some pesky areas, such as this creek crossing. There’s nothing like an experienced farmer.

He’s also going to be setting up the electric in Patriot’s field and replacing the gate there. They’ll have to re-set one gate post. They broke for lunch and Weston came in and asked what I had for him to eat for lunch. I offered him some homemade macaroni and cheese, and he said no, never mind, he didn’t want anything. Then he followed that up by saying, “You don’t have a spud bar.” I thought, wow, is he spoiled in college. He doesn’t want lunch unless he can have a baked potato bar! Then he said, “It’s going to be hard because there’s a lot of rock. You need a spud bar.”


I’m off to pick up a spud bar!

Keep them out of the house while I’m gone, okay?

Comments Leave a Comment
Share: |    Subscribe to my feed Subscribe
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on March 28, 2012  

More posts you might enjoy:

Sign up for the Chickens in the Road Newsletter


19 Responses | RSS feed for comments on this post

  1. 3-28

    What a busy day! It’s great to see projects getting done! Spud bars are great (both kinds ;)). I’ve got to get another spud bar. Someone stole ours when they stole our 4-wheeler out of our barn.

  2. 3-28

    Suzanne, just saying again about bracing. In your picture of the boys hanging the gate. If you put in a diagonal (45 degree)brace on the left (looking at the picture) it keeps the gate post upright. This makes the gate hang correctly and there are no gaps for something unwanted to get in the pasture. In the sheet rock pic I see a cooler. Hope you are using insulation, too. It will keep your building warm in winter and cool in summer. Less cost for heating.

  3. 3-28

    Spud bar.. hilarious! I would have thought the same thing, you did, potato bar! lol

  4. 3-28

    ….and, inquiring minds (read snoopy) want to know…. is there still a surprise coming? :snoopy:

  5. 3-28

    All I could think about with this post ” it’s raining men, on Suzanne’s farm”
    This may just keep me chuckling all day, week, or as long as the Real Men are working on Sassafras Farm…
    Who needs dysfunction (52) when REAL Men can get-er-done!

  6. 3-28

    I still don’t know what a spud bar is. LMBO! :lol:

  7. 3-28

    well, it’s great that you have good weather and a handful of willing workers to keep you busy while the ‘big surprise’ is on hold…

  8. 3-28

    The news is coming!! I am waiting for the green light…..

  9. 3-28

    Yay! Can’t wait for the news that is coming!

    Okay, I have to go and look up what a spud bar is – I also thought your son was asking for a special lunch. lol

  10. 3-28

    Ya’ll don’t do things in West VA. like we do in Co.LOL. anyone knows a spud bar is baked potatoes set up with all the fixins. sour cream, butter, diced green onions, bacon bits, butter fried mushrooms,chili, crumbled feta and grated cheeses, chopped olives. HAHAHA….. I didn’t realize you grew spuds there either.. Maybe Weston meant a Stud Bar????? for all the guys????
    Surprise must be Patriot. Wooohooo…….

  11. 3-28

    I was going to say the same about lack of insulation between the studs(beams, not guys) on the walls of the studio. Better do it now rather than later…. Oh wait, you get free heat……

  12. 3-28

    I remember those in high school. It was called a baked potato bar. Patato Potato..same difference. He needs his Spud Bar!!!

  13. 3-28

    The next time you have big news that you’re going to tell us “tomorrow”, I’m going to wait a week to even peek!

  14. 3-28

    Spud bar had me stumped too, I think it’s what I’d call a tamping rod.
    The only thing that gave that away for me was Weston’s rock comment and you saying you were going to go get one… I thought “really? she’s going to get a baked potato bar? why doesn’t she just make up the fixings?” Maybe they’re called that because I can see it being a useful tool in digging potatoes?

  15. 3-28

    Used one of those today while setting posts for the goat barn.

  16. 3-28

    Suzanne, you’re a tease. I can see where this is leading. We’re breathless with suspense and you’ll drag it out until APRIL FOOL’S DAY!

  17. 3-28

    OK, my first thought, too, was that you just needed to put out some “fixings” for a baked potato!!! So I googled it. For the benefit of you others who wondered but might not have looked it up:

    A spud bar, or in British English usually crowbar or just bar, is a long straight metal bar used lengthwise as a hand tool to deliver blows to a target, causing the target to move, break up or deform. It can also be used as a lever to move objects.

  18. 3-28

    Suzanne, Weston home, the book auction and getting so much done. Can you keep your feet on the ground and your head on your shoulders?? Yes I read I can tell now first. BLESSINGS….. :happyfeet: :happyfeet:

  19. 3-28

    Well, now I know what a spud bar is. I, too, thought Weston wanted a stuffed baked potato!

Leave a Reply

Registration is required to leave a comment on this site. You may register here. (You can use this same username on the forum as well.) Already registered? Login here.

Discussion is encouraged, and differing opinions are welcome. However, please don't say anything your grandmother would be ashamed to read. If you see an objectionable comment, you may flag it for moderation. If you write an objectionable comment, be aware that it may be flagged--and deleted. I'm glad you're here. Welcome to our community!

Daily Farm

If you would like to help support the overhead costs of this website, you may donate. Thank you!

Sign up for the
Chickens in the Road Newsletter

The Slanted Little House

"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....

Today on Chickens in the Road

Join the Community in the Forum

Search This Blog


October 2020

Out My Window

I Love Your Comments

I Have a Cow

And she's ornery. Read my barnyard stories!

Entire Contents © Copyright 2004-2020 Chickens in the Road, Inc.
Text and photographs may not be published, broadcast, redistributed or aggregated without express permission. Thank you.

Privacy Policy, Disclosure, Disclaimer, and Terms of Use