This July of 09 will mark my fifth year at Tailgate Ranch. Upon my entrance into the cowboy culture I was very excited, but also very much a dude. The first time I was working horseback I was in the north turnpike. This is a pasture that I-70 runs right through. I remember watching all the cars drive by and thinking, "Suckers stuck in the rat race that have to work for a living."
Not me though. I got to be John Wayne. However, as the green has worn off I have learned a very important lesson for all of us daydream believers: Whatever you do in life eventually becomes work. Now, don't get me wrong. I am happy to punch a few cows on a sunny 60 degree day.
At 3.am. when it's 2 degrees out with a windchill of minus 20 and I've got my arm shoved up a cranky heifer...
well, you get the point.
OH MAN. Yesterday I bitched up a storm about work—I now apologize to you for that. (Though in my previous work life I did lots of mopping of fluids at 2 a.m., it was never such that required a rubber shirt.)
ReplyDeleteewww....nothing like seeing it up-close a personal baby but you truly are a workin' man. love it- even though sometimes i complain when you are out into the wee hours of the morning giving your attention to other ladies. hehe
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