Flatbread?

So you know you have been around a farmer a little too long when......


You go to Subway and ask for Flatbread, and end-up spitting out FlatBED instead, embarrassing? Ya, awesome :)

Close right?? mmmm...kinda

All you are is MEAN !

Ok sooooo some people diss Miss Taylor Swift. I like her, I am envious of her locks of flowing hair, her homeliness, and her fun she puts in songs, ya ya ya she's no Reba or George and her "country" really isn't sooo country, but she can relate to alot of happenings in my life. Some old and some new. Like today, I wasn't in that great of a mood and after listening to my T-Swift CD all the way to and from work, I had it on my mind. So someone was particularity cruel to me at Scooter's while waitressing my little tail off. It doesn't help that I despise waiting tables in the first place and I was tired and haven't seen my husband in forever and that happen to be the subject this person was taunting at. Needless to say I cried to Wes, (on the phone of course, cause he's working) when I got off work and then I sang "All you are is Mean" from her new Album Speak Now. Yep I bought the album. It's pretty good if you have had some rough times and maybe some unhappy endings that had great and better effects in your life. Or you could be like me and find a new scenario every other day to match one of her songs. Needless to say Miss Taylor Swift can be a bit of therapy after a rough day! :) I like her. She's the storyteller of my life some days. So you should buy her Album, and reflect of her songs.

 Her are the lyrics to "All you are is Mean"  you can only imagine the day I had.... awesome.

You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me,
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like I'm nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I'm wounded.
You, pickin' on the weaker man.


Well you can take me down,
With just one single blow.
But you don't know, what you don't know,


Someday, I'll be living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?


You, with your switching sides,
And your walk by lies and your humiliation
You, have pointed out my flaws again,
As if I don't already see them.
I walk with my head down,
Trying to block you out cause I'll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again.


I bet you got pushed around,
Somebody made you cold,
But the cycle ends right now,
You can't lead me down that road,
You don't know, what you don't know


Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?


And I can see you years from now in a bar,
Talking over a football game,
With that same big loud opinion but,
Nobody's listening,
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing.


But all you are is mean,
All you are is mean.
And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life,
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean


But someday, I'll be, living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so?
Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?

Whatever happend to cooking, cleaning and laundry??

Well again it has been forever since I've blogged....... I apologize really :)
The latest farmer' wife's duties have included:

Duty #1 Feeding the boys in the field, which leads to... (Duty #1.A)Helping move equipment which leads to me, driving Wes' clutch diesel pickup, (which I am still quite rusty at). Needless to say considering what the worst thing could have been, I made it, and didn't even kill it once. Ok so I thought I was going to twice but I didn't and I thought I was going to get ran off the road by another truck... but I didn't :).


Duty #2 Helping Wes in the field. Well the guy who usually would be helping on this particular day had better things to do, like watching the birth of his child, you would have thought it was something important that he would be gone for. :) Anywhoooo longs story short I was the only one around to help. Yep me! I was shocked he asked me. First I was given the duty of taking the Ranger, (kinda like a 4 wheeler with a cab) and checking the hose, yep, the hose full of poo. Also to check the pump, yep, at the hog building, also filled with poo. So I was covered with dust, dirt, cornstalks, and the continuous smell of poo in my nose,  but I toughed it out and helped all day. I helped the boss man move a wagon, made lunch (of course), and kept him company in the tractor. All done with minimal complaining :) Besides Wes said and I quote, "Gosh you look so pretty with cornstalks in your hair"( at that point in the day it was hard to tell his real thinkings from the sarcastic ones, but in a way it was still sweet) :)




Duty #3 ROAD TRIP!!!!!!........... to Missouri, to ......(drum roll please!)...... look at cows :)
Yeppers Wes asked me to ride with him, just across the boarder to MO. Surprisingly enough, Missouri is actually kinda pretty, if you look beyond the fireworks stands and small shacks, its not that bad. So..... we went and met Mr. H, and his cows. Wes was in Heaven needless to say. This guy has been in the cow "bizz" for quite sometime now. His pastures are perfect and HUGE, and his cows, well for cows, are beautiful. As we pull up towards Mr. H's "ranch" There is a beautiful, log cabin home, basically a dream home. Pond in the yard, fence leading to it, well landscaped, and of course cows.  Butttttt that was the neighbors house. :)
H's house was just as nice, chickens, cats, geese, Amish people working,  cows and calves, and donkeys. H was a kind, older man, who would have talked our legs off if we let him, but a real "wheel and dealer". You see it and put a price on it, it's for sale!
As we were waiting for H to pick us up to show us the cows, I couldn't help but to be observant. H's wife came out of the house. She looked like a sweet lady, gum boots, baggy sweatpants and matching sweatshirt, and shaggy hair in need of some color and style? O boy you could only imagine the thoughts of my future that ran through my head,  Wes was mesmerized by the whole trip, he would love to move there and be Mr. H Jr.,his life would be complete and I would be Mrs. H...H... H... O NO, I don't think so, I'll stick with doing hair, and trying to be as cute as possible with pig smell on me. :)