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June and new shirt designs

June is moo month Y’ALL!!! How is it the beginning of June already? The wonky weather has my vibe all messed up and nothing feels like it should be June. Just me? Must be, because my kids are already living on summer time and my husband is running around like a crazy-time deprived farmer, so YAY for JUNE! Farm life Truthfully, we are running out of cow feed and the hay fields are wet. It’s one more stressor to add when last week you thought you were gaining on life. BUT… in the event of being more hopeful I’m sure…

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If plan ‘A’ doesn’t work

To celebrate our 10 year wedding anniversary we left the farm – woohoo! The husband and I spent some time making plans over the last 24 hours, no children and cattle gave us time to focus. We spent a good deal of that time talking about the LAST 10 years, the NEXT 10 weeks, and where we want to be 10 years from now. The thing is — neither of us ever expected to be having this conversation when we started our married life, a life that we knew was going to revolve around dairy. We decided together that we…

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Girl’s didn’t shovel

I wanted to help my grandpa shovel dirt, I was around 8 years old and he wouldn’t let me. He said girls didn’t shovel. I remember accepting that and storing it away as jobs meant for men. When I was 18 I worked for my uncle who owned a convenience store, it was snowing and he told me to shovel the sidewalk. I didn’t know exactly how and I didn’t think it was my responsibility. I felt very small asking him to show me how to do it, but he did and he didn’t tease me about it. My children…

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Too much truth on a Tuesday

For me, owning a dairy farm kind of sucks right now. It is pulling all the strength I have. It has emptied my soul and left me bitter. I’m down right angry and if you try telling me how lucky I am based on the photos I post – I’ll tell you to kiss my ass. What you see is bare feet on five gallon buckets, not the fact that we’ve had to cut back on hired labor and babysitters because we are monitoring our expenses. You don’t see me reasoning with a bored 3yo who just took his bicycle…

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Do we talk about it

I’m at my nephews birthday party, feeling all kinds of uncomfortable, because it’s people around me and not cattle. The kids are running rampant, hyped up on blue frosting, playing with Lego pieces which I’m certain will end up in my sister’s feet at some point in the night. I smile at that thought – because it isn’t me, or my feet. And then I hear someone talking, to me… “How’s farming going?” It’s a generic question right, I’m mean I’m sure he isn’t anticipating my loaded response. But what should I say. Words like hard, difficult, exhausting don’t cut…

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I’m no longer sad, I’m exhausted

Dairy farmers, how are you doing? Like, really, how are you. I’m part of this really amazing tribe of dairy mom’s, and this question was asked. It’s really hard to find the joy in every day farming right now and I don’t feel I’m very helpful to other farmers. But it’s more than just that — I am angry. I’m part of this really amazing tribe of dairy mom’s, and this question was asked. It’s really hard to find the joy in every day farming right now and I don’t feel I’m very helpful to other farmers. But it’s more…

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Five words that get me through

I’m a fan of using F-words in life. There are 5 that get me through, sometimes all in one day. Words. Feelings. People. We use these as our support – our way of coping with the things beyond our control. Fuck it. Really, let’s not kid ourselves, you knew that would be first. If you doubted that would come first, then I will apologize for possibly offending you. There are situations we cannot handle, emotions we cannot deal with; say fuck it and let go. Family. The reason we sometimes find ourselves struggling, feeling like we’ve failed, realizing all we’ve…

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Mornings in the parlor

On mornings I milk with my farmer I get coffee. He makes better coffee than I do. On mornings we milk together a little one usually joins us in the parlor; they sit, they watch, they help, and they listen. This morning it’s my middle one. Little features appear in the door way, a small smile spread across her face because she found her way to us…slightly underdressed but in boots. She borrows my hooded zip-up, and takes a seat on a bucket. Plans. Goals. To-do’s. Shoulda done differently. Some mornings there is silence. She sees damn near everything this…

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