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Three Garbage Bags, Double Gloves, And A Hair Tie

* Warning : this story may make a few people squeamish but it’s a part of the circle of life, and I will try to relay it with some editing, and no pictures *

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The above picture somewhat describes the goings on of one afternoon. Except it was not a human body that needed to be disposed of. And I was the only one doing the disposing. You see there had been a smell (you know the smell if you’d ever smelled it before) surrounding a certain area outside of the house. Something had died.

And for the last few days we had been trying to find out where the smell was coming from. Had an animal gotten trapped under the house? But nothing could be found, and the smell just kept getting worse. Add to the fact that it’s also been heating up the last few days you can kind of imagine the smell, but only slightly.

Well this happened:

Paige: “AAAAAMMMMMBBBBBEEERRRRR!!!!!! Can you come here?! Now?!”

Me: *gets up from couch in other room* “Yup! What?”

Paige: *looks freaked out and keeps eyeing the kids until I get closer*

Me: “What?”

Paige: “I found the source of the smell…..You need to go look”

Me: “uh…ok..”

Paige: *follows right behind me after telling the kids to stay inside* “Side of the house, I don’t know how we missed it.”

Me: *turning to see her not on my heels anymore but now across the other side of the open garage* “Was it in the black box? A mouse?”

Paige: “No. I found Kimshe” *she points*

Me: “What? *I look around the side of the house* Well, that explains the smell getting worse around here, must have got hit and hid. Okay then.What’s the plan?”

Paige: “Am I going to be able to handle it?” *she stays on the other side of the open garage from me*

Me: “No.”

Paige: “What are we talking here?”

Me: “Stage 3 decomp. Bad.”

Paige: “Oh”

Me: “Alright, I’m gonna need three trash bags, double gloves, and a hair tie.”

Paige: “Do you want a beer? I’m gonna get you a beer…”

Me: “Well, not now, maybe after have one waiting, I’m gonna need something to get the taste out of my mouth.”

Yes, this is what happened. Yes, this is how we handled it. I won’t go over disposal methods beyond what was already said but as Paige told me I pretty much gained the Best Friend ever award. It’s how we roll.

What can I say? You have to get things done no matter what the situation is. Ranch life, you’ve got to deal with what’s at hand and move forward.

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2013 National Ag Day

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I like food. It’s plain and simple really. It tastes good. It fills my belly.

Yet, that’s not the only reason why I reblogged a ton of posts today regarding National Ag Day today. I wanted people to hear the stories from other bloggers I follow about what National Ag Day means to them. Why? Because they are all involved in Ag, whether it’s farming, ranching, media, etc.

Agriculture effects your life every day whether you take the time to notice it or not. That’s 365 days, not just one, like today. National Ag Day should be thought of like Valentine’s Day, don’t just show your love on one day but all year! And that’s what all of my blogger friends do. And I hope to be able to do more of.

Why? Because I too love Ag! I’ve had a passion for it since I was a kid (see post here) and want to be even more involved with it now. With the inspiration from my blogger friends I want to know more about my food sources. Know more about who supplies it, how its made, where, etc. And SHARE it!

Consumers (that’s all of us) don’t take the time to check into what we put into our bodies anymore. And we BELIEVE anything the news or internet tells us. Why believe what other people say? Why not find out for yourself?

So take this National Ag Day as a challenge. Challenge yourself to invest in YOU. Find a local farmer/rancher and ask questions, get to know them and what they supply.

Below are the blogs that I reblogged today, check them out as well and ask them questions! Pretty soon, you might just get the bug yourself to start a garden, raise pigs, raise chickens, become a part of an adult 4H…the possibilities are endless!

Get Ready

Towards the end of last year I decided that it was time for a change. Time that I started really going after what I desire. What I’ve always desired. Agriculture. Horses, cattle, you name it. I’ve loved the ranching style of life since I was little. There are even pictures of me on tractors and riding ponies at the fair.

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See?

No matter how much I loved it as a kid, there was always something that made me think there was no future in being a cowgirl. Afterall what kind of money does that profession make? It’s a crazy idea to want to be a cowgirl. Especially when no one within the last few generations has been anywhere near a farm or ranch.

It’s something that I’d have to be born or married into. At least that had been my thought for the last twenty something years of my life. And how lucky had I not turned out to be. I’m sure my family thought that it was just the musings of a little girl fascinated with horses. There are times even now that I think they still do. That I just like to play cowgirl.

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“Rodeo Cowgirl” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It couldn’t be further from the truth, however I can see where they might get that idea. For the most part I feel like I have just been playing cowgirl. I go riding when I get the chance, if a friend offers. I haven’t been to a rodeo, or even seen cows in almost a year. I’ve let the passion I once had as a little girl sit on the curb.

A change is needed. I was raised to believe that I can do anything I put my mind to. So why haven’t I? Why have I let doubt creep in? I’m better than that. I’m better than just letting time pass by as I sit pretending to be content.

This year will be the start of a new path for me. A path that will be the less taken. As Robert Frost put it;

” Two roads diverged in a wood, and I

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference”

Thanks to my friends for keeping me inspired by their words and actions and pushing me, sometimes literally, towards my dreams. Sometimes a good kick in the butt is what’s called for to shake me out of what I’ve settled for. And realize that I can do it on my own, like my parents always told me I could. I’m not waiting for it to fall into my lap anymore.

Buckle Down Betty

Saddle UpEver have that feeling you’re not doing what your suppose to be doing? I have that feeling a lot. Mainly because I know that I am not doing what I should be doing. For instance, did you know that I have always wanted to visit and maybe move to Australia? It’s one of those “dreams” that I have. A lot.

The biggest of these “dreams” being in the Ag industry. Somehow in the timeline of this dream I have been detoured by, well, myself. There can be a lot of excuses made as to how I let this happen. But that’s the key word right there, let. I’ve been going along with things all wrong.

At the time it didn’t seem so awful. Helping others, giving of myself so that other people could do the things that they needed to do. Doubting myself. Believing at times that I just couldn’t do it on my own. That I either needed someone else or wasn’t qualified.

I’ve come to the conclusion that all of my doubts were wrong. I need to start believing in myself more. Wanting it more. I use to think that I wanted it. But I haven’t been enough. I’ve got to buckle down and just go for it. Take the leap, let go and see where I land.

I don’t know how long that’s going to take but I know that I’ve got to do it. I can’t keep procrastinating. I’m better than that. So why should I let myself believe otherwise?

Yes, Virginia, There Is A Santa Claus

It always seems this time of year that there are a few non-believers doubting Santa Claus’s existence. My little nephew even came home one day with the same question. It brings me back to this original post in The Sun from a little girl named Virginia who asked a question because at school she had been told that there was no Santa Claus. This is the response she got way back in 1897 that I still believe holds true today with the Facebook and social media buzz of Random Acts of Kindness.

Please read and enjoy;

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