I do not post regularly. I know that. I wish I did. If I made time to blog regularly I would tell you this: I think I wedding plan to make the time go by faster. Other then the first week to a month of being engaged I have not been this excited about getting married. The dress, cakes, engagement announcements, center pieces, and much more is bought and sent in. I get so excited for Jeremiah and I to finally be in the same place. I cannot wait. This weekend I will make more progress on our final invite list to make it all get here sooner. Stay tuned for more random posts and thoughts.
I chose this photo because I know I was around 125- 130. That is my goal. Not because I like this picture necessarily but because I know I have been there. I know I can do it. I will be at a “healthy”, “normal” weight and I will work for it and keep an active lifestyle.
For any livestock producer this news is devastating. Just last week I heard this from my dad at the local gas station when we met for the morning chores. For a full time farmer this is a total loss. Equivalent, in my eyes, to becoming laid off and loosing your job without a chance to find a new job till the next season.
My family and I moved to Amish country almost 7 years ago. Mom and dad have wanted to build a house since they got married nearly 27 years ago and it finally become a reality on the land that has been in my dad’s family for over 100 years. That’s right, we are first generation farmers on a Missouri Century Farm…… My dad’s family has a history of farming in the area. He worked on relatives and family friends farms growing up but his immediate family did not grow up living on a farm and I grew up in town. When I was starting my Supervised Agricultural Experience (SAE) when I was a Green Hand in FFA my dad was buying his first load of commercial cow/ calf pairs. Going through the experience of buying cattle, starting a working farm and transitioning into a farm family was a dream come true for this city dweller.
Since my dad has a full time job in town hearing that our bull went sterile was hard but there are worse things that could have happened and our family is lucky that selling calves is not our only source of income.
Regardless, we still had a list of errands to run that morning and work to do on the farm. We have a small commercial heard of 12 momma cows. If you take a ride on our four- wheeler they follow you around like puppies because they think it is my dad getting ready to feed them something special. After we got done with our errands in town dad and I’s plan was to “work” the cattle. We had to move the cattle into the pin and bring them through the shoot. We had to pour dewormer and fly medicine on their backs, tag 2 of them and then keep the bull back since we would be getting rid of him at the beginning of the week.
Even though we have a small opperation going home to visit the farm and being with family is one of my favorite things to do. When dad has stuff to do on the farm he calls it his chores and getting to spend last Friday and Saturday helping do “chores” is okay by me when it gets to be with Farmer Jim.
I went to write about Spring Break 2012. Then I realized it all had to do with Jeremiah, my boyfriend. I thought I would help put the story together a bit by giving you some background about us.
Jeremiah Smith, age 26, graduated high school in 2004 from Kickapoo High School in Springfield, Missouri. After high school he enlisted into the Air force. Next he moved to Colorado for a short time thinking he would start college after being in the Air force and living in Arizona for the last four years. Living the college life was not in God’s plan for Jeremiah. He got the opportunity to have a job deploying for a government contracted job. Most who make it out of the armed forced without deploying consider themselves lucky. Go on about their daily lives and that is that. Jeremiah got out without deploying and then takes a job where he chooses to leave the country for anywhere from four to eight months at a time.
Now to the more present how did we cross paths? Both Springfield area natives, but he is older and just cames back to visit friends and family. Remember Kickapoo? Remember my mention of my Aunt in one of my original posts? Well she used to teach at Kickapoo. Jeremiah was my Aunt Keri’s student worker while in high school. Keri was Jeremiah’s assistant speech and debate coach. They both stayed in contact over the years. Jeremiah has grown to become friends with not only Keri but also her husband, my uncle, Aaron.
Mid- September 2011, Aaron had an exciting 40th birthday to celebrate. Jeremiah was still on leave from work since he came back from a deployment in mid-July. The night of Aaron’s celebration Jeremiah had just gotten back from a trip from Colorado he took with his dad. Low and behold, Jeremiah is in town to celebrate and so is the niece! How we never crossed paths before this time I do not know. But this is the night it all started.
I will save the sappy details and “whirl wind” romance for another time. We started dating soon after and I have now been to the Pacific Northwest area three times since December.