8:02 a.m. - 2008-05-14
Field of shit and roses
A few days ago I decided that it was time for mommy to venture into the world of poopy spreading. Griffyn absolutely ADORES riding in tractors that have manure spreaders attached to them. It boggles my mind. Geoffrey usually rides with the child and farmer. I've been loathe to go along for the ride since the smell of that particular grade of shit makes me cringe, but I put all disgusts aside, grabbed the child like a football and stuck out my thumb to the man in the poopy truck. We know him, of course, and Griffyn thinks of him like an uncle (don't ask me why, the guy is just so damn friendly. He drives the school bus!). So off we go, and of course I brought my camera.
Along the way, what we see.
Ah, the poopy spreader plus vegetation.
Just really pretty green. The railroad tracks around here no longer have their tracks. Great for hiking and biking!
Field 'o shit.
We have shit spraying! Woohoo!
When living in the country you really have to either ignore the smell of manure or move. It's just the reality of living in a cow town where most fields grow the food they eat. However, we have some of the finest sweet corn around, so the shit pays off.
Well, the tooth drama is coming to an end and I must say that I'm not sad to see it go. I never, ever want to feel like that again. This afternoon my needle friend (a.k.a. acupuncurist) will stick some of her finest into my jaw and the surrounding musculature. I'm hoping that this will take care of the residual pain. At least I'm off the ibuprofen, although I miss it dearly.
