Emojis At The Ranch Pen

About three years ago, our oldest son showed me how to turn on the emojis on my iPhone and it changed the way I communicate. I love emojis. They’re great. (Or, Fantastic πŸ‘ŒπŸ½ as the POTUS says.)

Like many writers, I write because it’s easier than talking. Left to my natural state, I can go days without opening my mouth to do more than mumble to myself. Imagine my delight to discover the emoji factory made it possible to communicate without the spoken or written word. πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌ

I’m getting older and not very hip, so I fully identified with a funny post at the Babylon Bee (a Christian spoof news source), about a poor old pastorΒ who responded to sad texts with the πŸ˜‚ instead of the 😭 while comforting his parishioners.

One of the most enjoyable uses for emojis is conversing with the grandkids before they learn to read and talk and even afterwards. This is a portion of an emoji conversation I might have with the granddaughters:

πŸ’πŸ‘©πŸΌβ€πŸŒΎπŸ‘°πŸΌπŸ’ƒπŸ½πŸ‘—πŸ‘ πŸ‘’πŸ‘›πŸ±πŸΉπŸ¦‹πŸ¦„

To which I might reply:


The grandsons communications go like this:

β˜ οΈπŸ•πŸŸπŸ”πŸΉπŸŽ£πŸ₯ŠπŸ€ΊπŸπŸ”ͺπŸ’£βš”οΈπŸš¬πŸ—‘ and πŸ”«

To which I might reply: 😳😊

(They’re all homeschooled or they would probably be expelled from their classes by now. That’s one of the disadvantages of homeschooling–mom can’t expel her students for chewing their pizza into the shape of a gun, and so forth. She would if she could some days. Don’t ask me how I know.)

The emoji factory used to include a real looking handgun in the weapons selection. It was always included in grandson transmissions to me and it was also a favorite of mine. It conveyed the expression I often use after a trying day and there is one more ridiculous thing to deal with. “Just shoot me now!” I sometimes screech. With emojis the expression could be conveyed like this:

πŸ˜– πŸ”«

Gramps or my sis would know exactly what was meant, but a while back, the politically correct emoji police took the real looking gun out of the weapons cache and I find it irritating 😠. (And really. A water gun? Just shoot me now with a water gun! loses something along the way.)

Do the emoji police not know βš”οΈπŸ—‘πŸ’£πŸ”ͺπŸš¬πŸ€›πŸΌπŸ‘¨πŸΌβ€βš•οΈπŸ”(bird flu ) ⚑️πŸ”₯(arson) πŸŒͺ🌭πŸ₯ƒπŸš—(drunk driving) πŸ₯ƒ (alcohol related disease) πŸš™ (auto crashes) πŸ“±(texting while driving) πŸ”¨β›“πŸ’‰πŸ’Š kill way more people than guns do? Where are the rubber swords, smoke bombs, candy cigarettes, hot wheels cars, cans of root beer? πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ

I’m just saying. Violence is a problem of the human heart and if somebody is determined to shoot another human being, only having access to the water gun emoji in texts isn’t going to change that.

As always, thanks for reading πŸ“–. God bless all y’all and until next time ✌🏼 and enjoy The Isaacs doing The Three Bells a song popular back in the day when the Browns did it.


Huffing Emoji And A Fizzled Bull At The Ranch Pen

The blog suffers at times from blog stinkerosis, also known as, the-old-gal’s-got-too-much-goin’-on-and-her-head’s-about-to-explode-look-out!. It’s a real condition. Look it up. You’ll find it under C for crazy ladies. Anyway, to get us off the fourth of July post I’ll rake through some bits of this and chunks of that to see what turns–Oh, hey! I found out something interesting. Anybody with an iPhone emoji keyboard ever wondered what this emoji thing is? 😀 My eyes are going the way of the rest of meΒ and for the longest time (at least a week or two,) I wondered why thatΒ emoji thing was chewing on a sock. However, daughter-in-law #2 asked SIRI–our professional nag–and she said the emojiΒ is: Huffing with anger face.Β 

A quick internet search revealed the emojiΒ actually has steam coming out its non-existent nose, which I totally get, now, but I am going to call my emoji,Β Oh, put a sock in it, why don’t ya?.

Then we have the barn cat, Tip’s, little fuzz balls. They are fat as butter. If they’re half as good’a cats as their mother, we’ll never have a rodent problem again.


And Nellie, the three-legged dog on the eve of cast removal. Let us hope she has grown a brain in the past weeks and won’t try to bite tires again.

Gramps gathered a bunch of our cows last week for “preg” checking, only to find they were what is called “open”, meaning not bred. Gramps hauled the herd bull up to the clinic to get tested, only to find the bull had fizzled. A lot of things can cause the fizzle such as injuries or ill health, but the bull was hale and hearty, in the prime of his life, and a Don Juan among bulls, yet…nothing. To save Bully’s feelings, I won’t include a picture of his microscope slide.Β Since the bullΒ weighs almost two-thousand-pounds and we don’t keep herd bulls for pets, he will be off to the livestock auction where a slaughter buyer will purchase him and he will be converted into many pounds of juicy, hormone-free and grass-fed hamburger.

And finally, a picture of the grandson, Roper, who triumphed over his terror of water a few days ago and now swims like a fish. We are really proud of him.0474

Until next time, thank you so much for reading. God bless all y’all andΒ enjoy Third Day doin’ God of Wonders.


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