Seriously. I think I need to start a new blog just about the things that happen while I babysit.
Yesterday on our way back to the house from school, we stopped by Grandma and Grandpa’s to wet down the pig. 1) They have a pig. 2) They have to wet it down??? Okay. So. Anyway. They introduced me to Gibbs, which is apparently a name off of the TV show NCIS. I don’t know these things! I don’t even know what that stands for…
Anyway. Gibbs is such a small and cute little piggy! He’s all black and white and has a little piggy nose. I really should get a picture. I asked A what they do with the pig when he’s all grown up and they’re done showing him at 4-H.
He said that they eat him. Gasp! The little piggy??? Then I was okay with it, because the pig grows up to be a massive, well, pig, and also because I. LOVE. BACON. So. Pig issue resolved.
Then, after homework, we had to go clean out the horses’ water. And by we, I mean they. While I watch with my sandals… SANDALS. Really, Elizabeth?! I need to get me some boots.
So, I helped A dump out the trough, and we started cleaning it out and filling it back up. Again, by we, I mean they. This mix of water and sand made mud, and before I could say anything, A and H had jacked up their pant legs to the knees, taken off their socks and boots and started playing in…the… gulp.. mud. It was brown and squishy and… muddy. And there was horse poop not too far away.
Anyway, I was a lucky girl that they didn’t start lobbing mudballs?? (???!?!!) at me. Then they cleaned up and went inside and changed and you never would have known the difference. Whew.
I never really thought I was THAT much of a city girl. I mean, my grandpa was a farmer, and my dad worked on the farm too, so that means I’m somehow by blood a country girl right?! I mean, my grandparents had an address in Farmer City, Illinois. And I went through two years of initiation when I taught at a school in the middle of a cornfield…. but I guess this “city” girl has a lot more to learn!
And then after Mom got home, I drove home a different way through the country, and it was so pretty. I’m pretty sure I saw the $590,000 house/property that I want. HAHAHA. Yes. Keep laughing with me. But it looked like it was on a farm…
2 thoughts on “Tales from the farm”
Girl! You do need some boots! Riding boots, that go up to your knees. I had those once upon a time….
Girl! You do need some boots! Riding boots that go up to your knees and are loose when you first put them on then suck right up to your skin! Get shopping’