Keel-ing Over

I have a some-what-most-of-the-time job working at a feedlot North of Raymond.

Let's not get "feedlot" confused with "slaughter house", they are TOTALLY different beasts.

If cattle die at the feedlot, they are inedible. hahahaaa.

No really they are, it's just a really gross happenstance.

And if I don't laugh at about it, it'd make me sick.

My job is "cattle processor".

Which essentially means I ... do it all.

Push,

count, innoculate, implant,

brand, split, run gates,

record,

cauterize

...

I don't check for nuts though,

I have my limits.

Which I get grief to NO end for.

I feel like I'm violating those poor beasts.

Though maybe they should be thanking me!

*another set of amused laughter*

Wert-ing

I work semi-part time doing respite for a friend of mine.

We've been friends since I was 12; she started hanging out with me to get closer to my brother ... I ended up keeping her. hahaha.

She's been trying to "catch up" on her life since her third-of-four kid was born.

Courtney was born with a respiratory disfunction in which her brain essentially forgets to tell her to breathe. Especially when she's sleeping or sick. It's been a long, hard road for this family to travel. Parts of her life have gone to the way-side while she tries to keep up with the day to day of a family of six. Which is where I come in. I clean, organize, haul, move, toss the unneeded, watch the two youngest while Maria get out of the house for a breather ... Essentially anything that needs to be done.

Oh Dear.

Will you just LOOK at the time? No! not the actual time. Especially you mom, do NOT notice what time I was up writing this post, I'm old enough to stay up past ten ... well, these days that really doesn't count since I am nodding off before I even put my kids to bed. Physical labor is HARD WORK!!

by time, I meant how long it's been since I blogged last.

Then again, maybe I don't want you looking at that either.

It's been an embarrassingly long time.

The load I've been hauling since coming to Canada has been ... hard and tiring.

Sometimes rewarding.

Some what fulfilling.

At times overwhelming.

I'll write a series of posts to catch you up on the small things that made up the big experience.

Easier to posts pictures to individual posts than a bunch to one.

So says I ;)