Whew I am whooped!  I was forced into doing physical labor today.   Today was hay doing day at our house.  Tomorrow I probably won’t be able to do a post because my arms will most likely be to sore to hold up to the keyboard.  I am not a physical labor kinda girl.  I love the outdoors as long as being outdoors involves some form of a lounge chair.  I have not yet figured out how to throw hay while sitting in a lounge chair, but I’m working on it.  I learned at a young age that the best job in the hay field is driving the truck.  I mastered the art of driving a hay truck as soon as my feet were old enough to reach the gas & brake peddles.  However, today, I spent more time unloading hay than driving the truck.  Not sure how that happened but I am sure it won’t happen again! 

Maybe it had something to do with me not hitting the fence post with the hay trailor?  I don’t have a clue how that dent got in the trailor.  I know I didn’t hit the other fence post, cause it wasn’t there anymore … but it’s not because I knocked it down & ran over it last fall when we were getting up hay!

I really don’t understand why Michael won’t just let me drive the tractor instead.

or why Richard won’t let me back the trailor up to the barn … it’s not like I might back into the barn & knock it down.

I don’t want that job … Richard & Bradley can keep it.

we are blessed with some really great friends or some really insane friends … either way, I am sure greatful for their help!

we aren’t picky about our slave labor help either … I’m not sure why my daddy is throwing hay (I do know it was NOT my idea and that is the honest to goodness truth) but there he was … hanging right with the younger guys.  At least I did not make him climb a 400 foot ladder like my brother did!

I’m not sure I’ve ever been so glad to see mr. preacher man … I was especially glad he brought mrs. preacher man along … I got to sneak off and spend some really good quality time with Anita & the girls!

 

we start um’ young around here … if you are too small to throw a regular size hay bale … well then we’ll just whoop you one up that’s your size!  we feed those bales to our miniature horses (ok, that was a joke, we don’t have minature horses)

and if you can’t hold hay yet at all … then someone will just hold you instead.

Janie says she is pretty sure she is not a farming kinda dog …

Finally … finished, done, caput!

happy trails to you until we meet again … y’all come back now, ya hear?

me.