Farmerhood

Hello, beautiful people! 

I know it's been so long since I last posted and I apologize! So much has been going on, and that's no excuse to not blog (on the contrary, that's exactly why I should be blogging!) The real reason why I haven't been updating this online diary is because I've been too lazy to upload my iPhone photos. So I've had no pretty pictures to post. And what's a blog without pictures? Boring. That's what that is. 

BUT I have finally forced myself to upload those pictures and here we are. Gather 'round, kids, it's story time.

So a couple weeks ago, in preparation for the colder months, we purchased a whole lot of hay to keep our horses fed over the winter. Now, prior to our hay delivery, I had spent a night in Urgent Care due to uncontrollable pain and persistent vomiting (more on that later). So as you can imagine, I wasn't ready to haul around 60 pound square bales. So instead I enlisted my boys to do the heavy work for me! 

Our dear farmer friend Brad supplied the hay- he grew it himself on his own land and believe you me he's very proud of this. He got the boys to load up the trailer and then drove it over to my place. I sat atop the hundreds of bales and watched the men do their sweaty farmer work and I liked it too much. 

Farmer Brad tossing a bale

Brad and my boyfriend- I told boyfriend that I like him as a farmer *wink*

Among my crew of manly hay-fever struck muscle men were brother (not so muscle-y) and my two long-time friends Joel and Gerrit. They're brothers and we grew up together, and as far as the four of us are concerned, we're all siblings. 

Brad and I are supervising the boys.

My boyfriend and Gerrit are stuffin' hay in the shed.

Gerrit!!! Hold the wall!!!

The boys filled up the hay shed (with some minor difficulties) so the next step was putting the remaining bale in the barn. I was having way too much fun taking pictures of the boys (especially my boyfriend... *wink wink*). I wasn't much help anyways because I was high as a kite and I had a serious case of the giggles.

Dear Boyfriend, you make a hot farmer. Let's investigate this further.

My brother had fun standing on the bales while Brad drove through the paddock.

My cozy barn was filled with hay by the time the sun had sunk over the mountains.

I'm really enjoying my journey into farmerhood, and I love watching my boyfriend take his first few tentative steps along with me. 

I'm really loving this new lifestyle, and I feel like perhaps I'm turning into a real farmer. Why? How? Well the other day at work, this little girl came into the store with her mom. She was so cute, asking questions like "Where are the animals in here?" She was quite upset that my shop doesn't sell live animals and she was continuously asking for different animals. 
"Excuse me, are there any kitties in here?"
"Excuse me again," (she actually said this, it was adorable) "are there any cows in here?" 
Finally she got it that there were no animals in my store, so then she asked: 
"Excuse me, are there any farmers in here?" 
So of course I said: "I'm a farmer!" Well she looked at me long and hard and the look of befuddlement on her face was so cute. She had nothing else to say so she grabbed a bison tendon dog chew and declared that it was her magic wand. Ha!

Cheers!