Wednesday, April 26, 2017

My Muddy Jeans

   I saw Nordstrom's new jeans advertisment this morning when I woke up for my animal science class.  Later, as I walked into my class, I couldn't help but notice that many of my peers were wearing muddy jeans.  They got up early to feed animals and take care of the farm before rushing to school. These jeans and these people are a familar sight to me and only after I saw that someone would pay over $400 for a fake pair of muddy jeans, did I start to think about all the worn out, stained with mud jeans in my own closet.  I realized that the clothes we wear tell stories about our lives.  The muddy jeans that farmers and ranchers wear are a testament to the hardworking nature of the life. If you have that much money burning a hole in your pocket I have the direct link, attached to the trendiest jeans on the market, at the bottom of this post.

A few stories behind my muddy jeans:



These muddy jeans took a dip in our pond when a calf fell in and I was the one willing to go for a swim! I see these jeans in my closet and remember the calf who I saved, who I worked day and night get healthy again.  These jeans have seen their fair share of life and death.  They are stained with manure, blood, mud, and still smell like that farm pond on the back forty of my family farm.  
These pants say so much!! This was my graduation.  As you can see my dad showed up with mere minutes to spare to give me my diploma.  His jeans speak about a father who works endless hours to provide for his family.  He gives his all every waking hour of the day to give his girls what they need and want!  At first, I was mad at him for showing up wearing those clothes, but I wouldn't trade my dad for anything.  He is the hardest working father and farmer a girl could ask for.  You may see this and see me being embarrassed but my family in working clothes even at special events is nothing new!
This is another degree of muddy jeans. These jeans got dirty from helping an enthusiastic showman get her heifer ready for the regional cattle show.  These jeans represent a family making memories in the show ring.  
You can't purchase any of these jeans for $425.  They are priceless. If you want your own personal, priceless, irreplaceable jeans come to my family farm and make your own with memories that will last a lifetime.  But if you are just interested in the hottest trend click here!

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Easter Suprise

I hope everyone had a lovely Easter.

  Our Easter started out like any other Easter, we were rushed to get everyone ready but dad was still at the barn.  He drove up in the Kubota to get breakfast with the news that would put our whole day out of whack.  He told us there was a cow down in the pond.  My first thought was how deep was she, like backhoe arm stretched way out, with us swimming to put ropes around her or just on the side with a foot stuck.  There are many hazards with having ponds and this wont be the first animal I have pulled out of one, but this cow has a special place in my heart.  Little Bit, never lost her class and was one of Pop's oldest cows.  She was an '02 model.  She was also one of the best cows, and we had a bright future planned for her after she calved.  Then she calved and all went down hill from there; she stopped eating, she got mastitis and had something else wrong in her gut.  Once we got her standing and walked out of the pond we all diapered to help get the rest of the chores done which included feeding hay. Well, about five minutes later we heard a big thud...she fell over, straight on her side.  I ran to her side and tried to hold the tears back.  This cow had been around my entire life and seeing her like this broke me into pieces.  I even had a hasgtag named after her #thisismyLEGGACY.  Once I made it over to her, I consoled her and made sure she was comfortable.  My mom was standing close by and having seen people die said (the cow) was having the death gurgles.  She had given up, but we had failed her too.  She withered around like she wanted to get up so I mustered up all my strengeth and with the help of David and Mom got her sitting up.  We thought all was well so everyone walked off.  I was left holding her up with my leg...and not long after I was left holding a dead cow.  Her baby was standing behind me.  Once we got her took off to be buried I went into her calf to pet it, I am not one to say cows have feelings but I do and it made me feel better seeing the cute fluff she left behind.  Leggacy may be dead but she lives on in the many wet heads I got from taking backdrop photos standing under her mouth and the ribbons that hang in our office.