I have finally figured out this lead milker thing and as I have finished my 7th (or is it 8th?) day in a row, its about time. Today, after feeding the calves, I was told that I should take the power washer to the tank room and give it a 'girl's cleaning'. I resent the fact that it was assumed that I would give it a good cleaning because I was a girl and not because I am slightly anal retentive. On Sunday, I had a milk shower. Not once but twice. I had the taste of warm, unpasturized milk in my mouth all day. Yes, milk esentally streight from the cows went into my mouth!
When we were little, my brother and I had these 1/64th scale Ertl farm sets. Getting them out was a big ordeal because we had several and again because I am slightly anal retentive, putting them back was an even bigger hassle in that I had to count everything. Anyway, in one set there is a figure carrying two buckets with jeans and a ball cap on. See the middle figure.
Anyway, in my set, I always had him feeding the pairs of white Leghorn chickens or slopping the black and white Berkshire hogs, because even plastic hogs need to be slopped. However, I have come to the realization in the past couple days that in my life he is no longer doing either of these things. He is feeding hutch calves. Yes, because in some slighly less manish way, that figure is me. One bucket is filled with calf feed and the scoop while the other is empty so I can dump the old feed into it. This is my life people. This is what I do so you can enjoy milk on your cereal in the morning. Now all this figure needs is a beat to hell red S-10 to drive around the farm.
Joe came down this weekend. He came down early on Friday and we ate at Nothing But Noodles where I tried Thai Peanut and was promptly sick to my stomach. (My new food motto: 'Stick to what you know!') We walked around town and were in bed by 9:30 or earlier (I had to milk in the AM). Saturday after I got off work, we went downtown then to the mall and then to Hy-Vee for groceries. Downtown, I found this cute store with stuff from China and Mexico. Joe and I picked out grab bags for each other. We passed the Democratic headquarters and joked about it being Glenn's hangout. Then who should appear out the door to yell at us? Glenn! We talked to him and he was his pleasant (?) self. When we got done buying groceries, it was pouring and hailing. A mad dash to the car and then home. I made Joe dinner and then I fell asleep watching March of the Penquins. I went to bed and Joe did something. I think he watched another movie. Sunday, work, more rain and Joe and I went to lunch. None of the places orginally planned for were open so we settled for Old Chicago. Joe went home between storms which was a bad idea because it took him two hours to get towards the Sedalia area, at which time they were basically saying get out of your car and lay in the ditch. He turned around and came back. Thanks to Mother Nature, Joe got a three day weekend and I was disappointed this morning when I came home from work to not find Joe sitting in my one and only chair.
When do you think it is appopriate to start dreading going to the mail box to find my vet school rejection letter? But secretly, everyone and their brother have been calling in favors for me. And random vets that come out to the dairy farm (Dr. Shultz?) ask me how my interview went. Honestly, I could care less if I get in however going to school for four more years beats trying to find a job. And after I graduate and get licensed, I am essentally guarenteed a job. I could practice vetinary medicine out of a shack as long as I have that license. On a related note, I skipped out on the vet again this week. I should just give up pretending that I am going to go each morning only to shower and fall asleep or go shopping. (Read---buy me shoes at Payless...Size 7 1/2 and they come in wide!
) (I think I need to spend less time at the mall...and try these shoes on again!)[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on March 15, 2011.]
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