We are now Bonding in a Two Seater

I learned a long time ago that if I wanted to be with my Farmer, or rather see very much of him, I had to go where he was.  Whether it was working on equipment, irrigating, or planting or harvesting a crop, I learned to just "hang out" with him while he did whatever it was he was doing.  I turned it into "bonding" time, which is very important for a marriage.  We have spent many hours "bonding" in a tractor.  And for those of you that have ever ridin with someone in a tractor, there is not a whole lot of room.  In our younger years, it was no big deal....I just kind of sat on the edge of the seat and it was fun.  As we have gotten older, it has become a lot more "less appealing" to ride with my Farmer in the tractor.  It could be because we are both a tab bit wider, or maybe "bonding time" is not quite as important in our older years.....I think the latter.  Haha.  A couple of times I took a stool to sit on, but then it would be in the way when my Farmer had to get out of the tractor and that seemed to make the "bonding" not so good. (Anger does not help bonding time)  So the tractor "bonding" time was becoming less and less.  BUT..... Low and behold......We purchased a new tractor and guess what!  It has an extra seat!! It is so cool!!  I now have my own seat and we are back to enjoying the "bonding" tractor time.  Now our "date night" of baling hay under a full moon is way more enjoyable.
FYI....for those tractor manufacturing people.....that safety sticker that I stare at as I am riding along..... I realize that it does state that the seat is not intended for passengers, it is for training personal only.  Well, believe me, I am in training.  Always.  Cuz that's what happens when you are "Livin' the life.......the Farm Life that is".  

A Girls gotta do what a Girls gotta do...

This afternoons job for me is guarding the gate.  MY FARMER is picking up hay and has to travel though the pasture that the cows are in.  Its a pain to open and close the gate every trip so I graciously volunteered to guard the gate.  Lucky for me I have my cell phone and there is a ditch.  so I am soaking my feet, predending that I am on the beach at the lake.  The smell is a little different.   Instead of a fishing smell it's a cow shitty smell...but I can live with it.  Ive been wanting to go play in the water and maybe even let my legs see the sun.  So here I am doing it all while working.  I'm even getting in some networking.  Hey a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.  Haha.....this is sooo livin the life......the farm life that is.