Some days, I wish I could go back.

    When I sit down and think back to high school, I miss those days.  It is not about wishing things turned out differently or that I did things differently, but more about the people I used to spend my time with and the fun we used to have.  So many amazing memories were made during those years of my life with some of the very best friends a gal could ask for.  We didn’t always have to go out to have fun, but rather sit around shooting the shit in our little group.  It was that particular group of friends who showed me what true friendship looked like and about everything redneck.   It was also that group of friends who had me obsessed with everything country too.

    During my junior year of high school, I was bound and determined I was going to marry a farm boy.  One in particular at that time, but I knew I wanted to live on a farm.  I didn’t care whether it was a large farm or a small farm, but I wanted the little white house, picket fence and lots of acreage.  I wanted animals, tractors, pick up trucks and hay wagons.  For whatever reason, farmers and their wives had the picture perfect life and marriage.  Must have watched too many movies, I guess. Fast forward to today and I still want those things.  Except I want a small farm, something more reminiscent of a petting zoo I guess.

    Since Farmer’s passing, I’ve had the opportunity to help on his farm.  From cleaning stalls to milking and using cattle scales, I have never had so much fun in my life.  It has definitely been a positive change of scenery from what I’m used to and going out there always gives me the chance to clear my head.  I’m sure when it’s your full-time job it’s a little less awesome, but for now, I’ll enjoy it.