We have walls now! Tall, prominent, towering, walls, how splendid is that? Look, they reach all the way up to the heavens, this building has some height to it now.
Check out the landscaping bricks, they will flatter the red tin walls exquisitely! Enhancing only the perfect characteristics that this barn will possess. Just because it is a barn doesn't mean it has to look all dappy. Here at the old O-K, we love lots of color, so we will have an abundance of shades and textures of flowers perched along the elevated barn barriers. And even though we live in the area prodimently refered to as Timbuktu, we still like our surrounding humble abode to look spiffy.
The FB's have really made a tremendous amount of progress toward the horse barn! It might actually be finished before our little fella arrives. How exciting would that be?
For the complying of the 32.5 acre barrier, the FB's used heavy steel posts and premade three rail fence for containing our horses within there rigthful surroundings. I don't even think a F3 could rip out their quality handy work!
Here comes my knight in shining armor! He wasn't going to let momma walk all the way home with her 6.5lb son. Your a swell gentleman HH, now if you wouldn't mind running into town for some Praline Ice Cream that would be great.
The FB's have really been making progress with the horse barn over the past few days! We not only have the floor poured, we also have began framing up the walls.
The FB's have been such troopers, instead of gallivanting down at the lake this summer, they have made a unanimous decision to stay around the farmstead and get this horse barn complete! They sure are a swell group of young lads, wouldn't you say?
Sincerely, Farming Fabulously
Program Note: The last letter in baby boy's name will be revealed this afternoon, along with the official rules and/or regulations for our big loot game....
We are beginning to really make some progress building the horse barn/ *cough* *choke* *slight weeze* I mean snowmobile shed! The FB's (Farm Boy's) have been busy running water lines and electrical cords into and around the barn area.
I have never really witnessed a process like this before, I guess I have just came upon buildings mid-way through completion, when the cement has already been poured. So this has been quite the learning experience for this momma, and thus have came to the conclusion that "Preggo Underground Line Installer" is not a very flattering occupation.
Each of the lines and cords were run into giant black tubes (pictured below).
This will one day house an immaculate underground "Fort" equipped with running water and bright lights for our young son to play "Jesse James vs. Tanto" (please excuse my political incorrectness).
Sincerely, Farming Fabulously
Program Note: Another letter for Baby Boy's Name will be revealed tomorrow! Maybe even a tiny little peak into the nursery, may be unveiled? Maybe!
With all of the talk recently about HH's Alma-Mater, it made me realize that I haven't traveled back to my college roots in awhile. This past weekend, it just so happened that a fiery, red headed college buddy of mine came into town to visit. So we only thought it appropriate that we check out our old stomping grounds. As we creeped into the Official College Rodeo Facilities, we could hear Brittany Spears, "Circus" echoing off the never ending line of trailers. We knew that some type of practice was occurring. Yet low and behold, there happened to be something ten times better, it was "College Rodeo Jackpot" taking place. Oh the memories, it seems like just yesterday we were loading up the horses and heading out at mid-night, off to represent MVC at one of the numerous southern locations 500 miles away. Roger was my main man back in those days, what a stud he was (not literally)! Those feisty Barrel Horse's were the first to take center stage. There was a strong sense of team spirit that was presented throughout the crowd. Valley will Roll, Baby! Lets get down to the Nitty-Gritty with some roping action, shall we? Pardon me, I am getting ahead of myself, we must warm our horses up first! Round up the calves Cowboys! Then you sit on our horse and attempt to look pretty, while occasionally twrilling our ropes, making sure that there are no kinks in your lasso (or maybe that was just my ritual?). Try to keep everyone awake and alert at all times. But what ever you do, don't forget to tie the end of your rope on the saddle horn. It is Breakaway Roping after all. Double check that your roping chute is working properly. Once you have all of your ducks in a row. Its game time.
Sincerely, Farming Fabulously
Program Note: FF apologizes for not featuring any of the male events. Calf Roping was taking place at straight up noon, and that is what time our baby (or mama) gets really hungry. So we had to skip watching the manly timed events. My apologizes again.
It was a beautiful summer afternoon; the sun was shining, the fish were frolicking in the pond the tractors were roaring and I was trying to take some snap shots of the boys working at the bins. Then it happened.......Ty and Sassy spotted me...If you look closely, you can see Ty's tail in the picture. She blotted in front of the camera as fast as HH can eat inhale some sweet corn. There was nothing I could do to stop her, she wanted her adorable little picture taken. So I captured a picture of these two mischievous little critters. They love being in the lime light, they are some naughty girls.
Whew, if these boys only knew I was going to put their booty's on-line for everyone and their brother to look at. Whew, they would be furious with me. But for as old as they are, they still got it. I mean, they don't get worked half as hard as they used to and they still have some definition on their booty. It's probably the many years of chasing calves and running around barrels.
