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I’ve recently had the privilege to join 15 other farmwomen in attending Annie’s Project, a risk management educational course for women, hosted by the Webster County University of Missouri Extension office.

It was good to hear from an old college buddy over the holidays. After wishing each other well, we began to talk about how the year had been for each of our farming operations and, since he is primarily engaged in row-cropping, it was obvious his year had not been so good. Eventually, the conversation turned to recent purchases and he asked me if I had bought a certain marketing service before the end of the year. When I replied that I hadn’t, he reminded me of what one of our old professors had taught us so diligently about reducing our taxable income.

Well the first week in December means Stetson hats show up in Vegas for the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association’s conference and prequel to the Wrangler Finals Rodeo. Pat and I have been to Vegas several times before for this meeting and went with several fellow board members from the Rodeo of the Ozarks this year.

I’ve recently had the privilege to join 15 other farmwomen in attending Annie’s Project, a risk management educational course for women, hosted by the Webster County University of Missouri Extension office.

Throughout the year there are a lot of days to which I look forward, even though one of my good friends recently reminded me that, at my age, I should look forward to any day I can get out of bed.

Tis the season for overeating. I would take a wild guess and say that many people reading this column over indulged Thanksgiving weekend and will probably do so again during Christmas or perhaps even during New Years. I know I did and will again. It’s hard not to take more than my fair share of food when there are so many delicious choices on the table during the holidays. From ham and turkey, to mashed potatoes and gravy and sweet potatoes, to pies and candies, I just can’t seem to get enough until I am miserably full.

Throughout the year there are a lot of days to which I look forward, even though one of my good friends recently reminded me that, at my age, I should look forward to any day I can get out of bed.

'Tis the season for overeating. I would take a wild guess and say that many people reading this column over indulged Thanksgiving weekend and will probably do so again during Christmas or perhaps even during New Years. I know I did and will again. It’s hard not to take more than my fair share of food when there are so many delicious choices on the table during the holidays. From ham and turkey, to mashed potatoes and gravy and sweet potatoes, to pies and candies, I just can’t seem to get enough until I am miserably full.

People went to the polls and voted, some of us did anyway. I worked some elections way back when you had to count and certify the ballots and then someone had to take the ballots to Fayetteville, Ark., around midnight or later. Voting machines have sure done a great job of handling that chore. I appreciate the folks that take the time to handle that. It takes a much longer time in Arkansas because we vote for a week.

Aperson’s memory is a strange phenomenon. I, for example, can remember the six-digit student ID number that I was issued upon arrival to the university in 1970, but can’t remember the six-letter password that my bank gave me to access my account… just last week. I can also remember the telephone number from when we first obtained that new-fangled contraption back in 1966, but have no idea what the number is for my wife’s or either of my son’s phones. Thankfully, they are simply programmed into my phone as Boss, Employee #1 and Employee #2. I can, however, be grateful I’m not afflicted with the memory problems of one of my neighbors.