Fair, farm, and family.

Day 6: What's happening to me! I'm listening to country music in the barns and am getting used to it, I showed a cow in the fair and know how to judge the difference in good dairy character, my fingers are getting calloused from hauling buckets but I'm fine with it. I even woke up this morning at 6 a.m. and was thinking, "I can get used to this", not, "here we go again". 

Although I love the country, I still don't know if I can fully switch over and leave the city. Luckily I don't have to choose between the two yet. Yesterday, I got a taste of city life by changing out of my chore clothes, putting on make-up and going  to Walmart with my aunt (sadly, there is a lack of Targets in Iowa. Someone should help these people out; they don't know what they are missing out on). Then afterwards, we got drinks from Caribou, mmm, the taste of home. 

So I apologize for not writing everyday. Working with animals gets a little hectic but the Farm is great. Scrubbing manure off walls, washing calves infected with ring worm, picking up sticks, and almost getting wisked away by a tornado are all memories that will stay with me (either as scars or lessons from the school of hard knocks). Then there are the lovely times spent with God eating my breakfast and praying while gazing out into a vivid, green open field and blue skys. Or good times spent with my Aunts celebrating birthdays or singing songs in the parlor while milking cows.
And the laughter shared in the Bolin household after a hard night of chores, eating ice cream and watching AFV, cheesy 60's movies, or home videos. All of which are memories that will last a lifetime and will never fade.   

Cows, cows, and more cows!

Hot weather isn't the only thing that welcomed me to the farm today, thus making a "hot" farm girl out of me. Last night a bug wished me goodnight, sleep tight and told me not to let the bed him bite.  Then today, I saw a dead bloated cow today who died of heat stroke, a deceased mouse, and a spiritless bird. A moment of silence please for the fallen...thanks. 

 

 I'm beginning to get giant kinks in my neck and back from hauling buckets. Why don't the people from Jersey Shore just not move to a farm in Iowa?  I mean you don't need to go to a gym because working on the farm is your gym. You automatically get tan from being outside and then it forces you to do your laundry because otherwise the cows will be your only friends. 

 They're pretty friendly though. 

 This is Melody. She is who I am showing tomorrow at the fair! This is my first cow to present in a fair and I'm being judged on showmanship. So smile and wave, Morgs, smile and wave. 

 Today I made cookies at grandma's house.

 Good times on the farm. 

"Lonely driver. Out on the road. With a hundred miles to go..." -- Paul McCartney

Day One. Dad and I took the scenic route by driving down highway 55 to Iowa. Happy Birthday Paul McCartney. It was nice listening to you on the road trip down here during the Current's Coffee Break, free of the Beatles and only Paul. Take it away....not sure what... but I thought the lyrics were pretty relevant. 

 So just so everyone knows. I made it safely down here. Aqui! It's the Clarksville Water tower.

Defiantly isn't Minneapolis anymore. 

Here we go again. It's feels like only a few day's ago when I was packing up for a 4 week stay at a camp in Poland. It's just like how it was before leaving for Poland: rain, camera, music, packing. Time for a new adventure. Time for Iowa and Blue Earth, MN. 

Clothes. Clothes. Clothes. Hopefully I won't get sick of them like I did last time. Then again, who know's if anyone will really get to see these adorable outfits. 

Goodbye home, sweet, home. 

One last thing, LOOK! It's a baby bird! It looks a little bit deformed or something but that's just how little baby birds look. 

I was kinda scared if momma bird would come and attack before I got the picture but luckily I made it out alive. 

P.S. I really can't do country music. So, I apologize in advance to the people down on the farms. I'm glad we listen to the oldies while milking the cows.