Shop Talk with Brew

I think I am really enjoying having the shop at my house.  It use to be at my in-laws house but when we put the pivot in, as those that had been following me know, we had to tear down the old shop, which actually was an old potato cellar before that.  So then my garage became the shop.....kind of.  The garage is a lot smaller so not everything out of the shop got moved here.  There is a lot of cussing sometimes when my Farmer is looking for something that use to be in the old shop.  Because now if it is not in the "new" shop, there is only like 5 other places it could be stashed.  Some times it takes all day or even months to find it.  Well, there is still one item we are still trying to find that he knows exactly where it was in the old shop and remembers taking it off the wall and moving it to a place where he could find it.  A safe place....evidently...... in a very secret place.  Haha.  It'll turn up some day.  And I know this from experience.  After we buy a new one.  HA!  So anyways, back to why I am liking it here at my house.  Even though my car has to sit outside 60 percent of the time,  the driveway is always full of equipment, and my yard under the shade tree becomes the work area, it does have its perks.  I can just step out my door (in my pajamas if i want) and visit with my Farmer when hes working, while drinking my morning brew or in the evenings having my cocktail.  That I am liking.  Yep...one more good thing about Livin' the life......the Farm life that is.

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.