A person knows when he or she hosts an even and you sit back and realize it was a bit disappointing because you didn’t get to talk to everyone that was in attendance.

Such was the case last night.

Steve, Joey, Russell and I hosted Family Night on the Dairy Farm from 5 p,m, to 8 p.m.

There were so many friends, family and strangers here, I know we didn’t get a chance to talk to everyone.

We had tiny babies getting their glimpse of our farm. High-school-age kids, senior citizens…you name it, they were here.

The real reason I write this early morning is I feel compelled to thank everyone who helped make this event such a success.

First, I would like to thank the New Ulm Farm City Hub Club. They did most of the organizing! Without them we wouldn’t have this fantastic opportunity to teach about the dairy industry. From what I have heard, there were two children from Washington DC here with their grandma, that had NEVER been on a dairy farm! How can you beat that? The Hub Club created very informative signs, provided soybean-filled kiddie pools for the tots (a super hit in their eyes), root beer floats, …the list goes on and on!

So, from the bottom of our hearts…a thank you to you.

Second, AgStar. Each and every year AgStar has provided us with scrumptious ice cream sandwiches. It’s great to see young and old walking around with ice cream sandwich on their face. Yes, even I had evidence that I snacked before it was even legal at 5 p.m. To AgStar…a shout out! Hooray!

AMPI provided us with string cheese. Can you say…”Amen!” Sadly, I missed out on sampling their cheese, which happens to be my favorite.

Our vet Dr. Rich Schmitz, spent time talking to people about what he does out here on our farm. I didn’t have the chance to visit with him. Although, his wife did tell me he had a crappy afternoon on the golf course.

Our milk inspector was here. Don’t ask me his  name…I can’t recall.

My sister Kelly, drove over from Sanborn to lead the infamous Silky all over the farm. She has never done this before and she killed it. She loves kids and got to spend so much time seeing little eyes pop with excitement. After the event, she sat down and shared a Jack Daniel’s Upper Cut with Joey. She grimaced; Joey laughed.

I know there were some agronomy guys here too. I never made it over to them,

My bosses even came to see our farm. Secretly, I think they really came out to make sure we were having an event, since i did leave work early! Just kidding guys. It was great to see you here.

Now, I must go…work is calling my name.

My few last shout outs:
Steve, Joe, and Russ: You made the farm look amazing! Being unable to help with  prep this year made me feel guilty, but then I thought, “Heck, maybe next time I should be injured again, if it’s going to look to grand around here.” You three are my world – well, behind coffee, ice cream and Jeeps, you are my world.

Our employees: OMG! We don’t know what we would do without you, our extended farm family! Kate Bauer, Tommy Bauer, Jada Krause, Molly Maasz, Abby Maasz, Zack Novey. Without you dudes, our life would be so boring. Yes, we do consider you part of our family and so appreciate all your hard work! We can only hope that you feel the same way about us. (Is it odd that at this very moment, I feel like hitting  my chest and then flashing the heart sign at you guys?)

Now, I really must go. If I forgot anyone, I’ll remember when I am at work and will give a shout out when I return home. P.S. no time to proofread either. Excuse any typos!

Being injured kind of stinks

I know, I know.

I should be grateful I have a lower right leg.

I should also remember that it has only been two full weeks and when you get to be my age, it takes time to heal.

Apparently, a lot of time.

I can now hobble around the house without the use of my brand-new crutches. I even spent a half a day testing soils in the lab, which totally made my Monday so worthwhile.

It’s all the farm stuff that I cannot tackle that drives me nuts!

This past weekend, Steve, Joey and Russ spent time ripping down the old eye-sore we call the feed shed. Why it’s called the feed shed is beyond me. We have never kept any feed in it. It should have been referred to as the junk shed, because that’s all that was in there. Old milking buckets, galvanized and pvc pipe, windows, pulleys.

You name it; it was in there.

Yes, we saved what we thought was invaluable. Fifty years down the road, I am not so sure our descendants with consider it valuable.

But who’s to say?

All I could do was watch from the sidelines. My leg still hurts enough to convince me that I am not ready for hard work.

It’s kind of like a bovine with a sore foot. She doesn’t want to get up off her bedding to eat or drink, because her foot would kill her with antagonizing pain.

I want to get my spring plants set in their proper pots. I want to put more berry bushes in the psuedo-orchard.

I have the same amount of patience as a Mayfly, whose life cycle is 24-hours. Mayflies hatch and have to breed and lay eggs within that one day. I imagine there is no patience for finding the correct mate. She flies probably grab the first he fly that flitters by.

I want my leg to heal yesterday.