Mr. Boss wasn't there again today....
Scary thought after Monday, huh?
This time, however, things went lots better even though we again didn't do it his way.
Trick was, we didn't really do it her way, either.
And, it were a good'un. I used the skidsteer. I drove it, I dumped the shit in the spreader with it and I didn't hit a damned thing.
'Course, I usually don't anyway...
(I grew up with DuPont Company safety standards being drilled into my head, so "careful" I am. OSHA could learn a few things about being safe from me...) Back when I was working on the dairy farm in Jersey, I could damned near do ballet with a skidsteer.
God Almighty, I love those things.
Outta all the farm equipment I can drive, those are my favorite. I took that puppy right on through the barn and forking the shit into it's bucket was EASY.
Got all but two stalls in it before I had to go dump it.
Then, I did the last two stalls and brought the babies in from the indoor arena and picked up the shit they left in there.
THEN, I cleaned up the shit in the hotwalker enclosure.
Hell, man... I was lookin' for MORE shit to git.
I didn't wanna stop, it was so much fun. My arms don't hurt a damned bit, either. I had such a blast doing it that way that I'm not even pissed (anymore) that (stupid got-damned) Nextel interrupted my service again, this time over two stinkin' dollars.
'Course, it also helps that I somehow got them to credit me about $40.00.
Peckerheads. Getting ready to inhale some Swedish Meatballs and broccoli with cheese sause, then go to the bank, cash my check that I got two days early, pay the stupid Nextel bill, GET MY PHONE BACK, then come home and bed calves for a while.
Need the money and shit... Then, if I have any gas left after that, this house could use a cleanup session and then... I'm thinking soaking in a hot tub (not a "hottub", a tub of hot water, dang it all) would be good.
Then too, I think that every damned day and never do do it... That falls under "taking care of me", which I never do seem to get around to doing...
Too much like work, maybe?
I dunno.
I really oughta do it this time, though.
Maybe haul the little TV up there and bring a coupla tapes and just veg. God damn that sounds good. Well, if I'm ever gonna get to that point I suppose I oughta get STARTED, so...
I'm outta here. Peace, y'all...
Comments
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This may sound odd to some people, but I used to find picking manure out of my horse's stalls very soothing. My form of meditation of sorts.
Posted by: Maeve at February 22, 2006 06:32 PM (SZJ6R)
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People think I'm weird because I'd rather have a tractor than jewelry *shrugs* at least someone understands!
Posted by: livey at February 23, 2006 04:21 PM (F6vVe)
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