So....I woke Shae up this morning and the FIRST thing she said was "do I have to walk to the bus in the RAIN?!" Of course I wouldn't make her walk in the rain, so I started up the truck and hopped in to drive down to the bus. Well ... that little adventure led to me hooking up the trailer in the dark and the rain (did I mention that every part of that thing needs greased?!), and I headed to the Co-Op to get some feed for "the girls" (aka, our cows).
Well, at 7am I am not functioning well. I went in my pajamas, missed my turn, tried to do a U-turn but was scared off by a cop. So, I drove 7 miles out of my way so I could turn around and head back to my missed turn.
Everyone at the Co-Op is retarded. I told them my name and exactly what I needed. They just stood there and stared at me. Eventually they told me they needed me to repeat myself. ?? Seriously? How hard is it to comprehend "my name is Rebeca Hazaleus, I have feed that is already paid for. I need the beef cubes in the brown bag with blue letters - the same stuff I bought last week"....apparently they do not get many wet women wearing pajamas so I had to repeat myself. Twice. Dummies.
I made it home, backed into the driveway, and began to unload my feed. Jeff says its a ton, it seems more like 8 tons. It SUCKS unloading all that! But, my wonderful hubby made my dad when he told me I'm a cattle rancher's dream wife. Yay!!!
I just fed my girls ... we have really bonded over these last few weeks. The poor things were starved to death, and never handled. But, I've got them all coming up to eat, no longer pushing me around, and a couple I can pet and feed by hand. Yes, I'm the Cow Whisperer.
Here are a few pics of my "Ladies In Waiting" ... many are bred and we will be calving in a few months!!!
My cattle feeding partner "the Governor", Seattle!
I see your baby belly!!!
