So this outfit really started it all for me. This was taken by my dear friend Kelly after a few two many beers. I actually thought this was a good plan. I know, I look like I am going to milk some cows. But acceptance is the first step, and I accept that I am officially back living in a small town, where someday I will probably be helping my husband and kids with chores wearing boots just like these.
This must have stuck with me because a few weekends later I found myself helping my dad at our land out in Inman, Nebraska. And he let me run a skid loader. Those of you that know me probably dont believe it, but it is true, I have photo evidence.
So after wearing some rubber boots, running a skid loader, working the land, and having an angry bull stare at me for a few hours, I am pretty sure I need to buy some cattle and become a rancher. Pretty much so I can own my own pair of rubber boots and my own skid loader :)
I am my father's daughter....


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