Oh, manure!

(why is it that every time I'm going to be gone and decide to pre-schedule my post, it doesn't post. dang blogger)

Okay, so I'm travelling a bit this weekend. Nothing big, just a trip to my parent's TO DROP MY KIDS OFF FOR A WHOLE WEEK!!!!! Let's do a happy dance, shall we? We shall *dances*.



I really do love my kids a lot. But my kids don't see my parents often, so this is good for everyone!

So, anyway, today I'm cleaning my whole house in an attempt to see exactly how clean just my husband and I can keep it for a week without the kids. I figure, pretty clean. BUT - I don't know my exact plans for the week, either, so I'm leaving you with a short story and continuing on my cleaning adventure (really, how do 2 kids create this kind of mess????).

Usually I save my "this would only happen at my house" stories with Christy, but this time you get it, too. Consider yourself warned.

We live on a farm, right? One with beef cattle. And there are these handy little devices called electric fences that keep them where they need to be, away from us. Only once I looked out my basement window and a cow was RIGHT THERE. Luckily it was one that I've raised from birth and all I had to do was walk out to the pasture and she followed me. And once we got a call at like 10:00 at night that someone saw our entire herd (which at the time was probably only around 15 cows) walking down the road in single file - and once we found them, they were in a corn field munching away, but my husband sat in the back of the pickup and yelled "come, boss" while I drove home, and through weeds taller than the truck in the complete dark, and HOLY COW THEY FOLLOWED US. (pun sort-of intended).

BUT - overall, they stay put. Then came two days ago when my husband said there were tracks in our driveway that looked suspiciously like cowprints. He went and counted our cows (we now have 26 here and 7 at another farm - let's just say there's a bull and breeding stuff going on and leave it at that) and they were all here. So one got out, walked in our driveway, and got back in. Because it never stops raining here in WI (seriously, our woods are now nicknamed "The Rainforest"), the fence posts are starting to lean, so he found the problem and fixed it ASAP.

Then, (I know, you're riveted) yesterday I had to mow the lawn. It takes about 2 hours on a riding mower (which desperately needs to be retired. or turned into scrap metal) and there are a bunch of obstacles in my way. Not the least of which is my son's Fischer Price swingset. As I went around it (this is the action part of the story, people), I was watching my back left tire to make sure I cleared the slide. Then the tires started spinning. I was going nowhere. Then I saw why.

There was a huge cowpie. Right at the bottom of my son's slide. And I was spinning a tire in it, flinging it everywhere. Did I mention HUGE? How about EVERYWHERE!? Put it together and you get: HUGE POOP EVERYWHERE.

No, I won't post a picture of a cowpie. But you do get this:



Sorry I made a doodie. Kisses!

It's a thrill a minute here, folks. A. THRILL. A. MINUTE.

Have a great weekend!!!