Oh hey, so before we start I thought I'd let you know we are moving.
I love moving! I love change and i love meeting new people. Im so excited for this new adventure! My adventure is different from most peoples. Youd think a person would start in a small town and want to get out so as they grow up they move to a big city (like in all the movies) mine is quite the contrary. I grew up in a city of 75,000 (suburb of Chicago, which has like 2 million) then moved to Utah to 48,000 then got married and moved to a smaller town to 18,000 and now for the winner- a small town in Idaho- population? 600. I'm so excited! Is that weird?
The whole process has been a roller coaster but we have been so blessed it is awesome to see the Lord's hand in our lives as he perfectly laid out this plan for us. We are so excited to live somewhere new, but we will miss Utah and seeing our family all the time very much!
I got my first dog, Rusty
my first cows,
my first ducks,
my first chickens!
I loved playing down by the pond, it was an adventure every time! and beautiful!
We had the BEST neighbors you could ever ask for, on one side a widowed old rich guy who paid us to work for him, and on the other a retired couple who took us in as their own children. I was often told my "Butt" (she didn't say butt) would get kicked if I didn't ask for help from them whenever I needed it. Needless to say we were well taken care of, and we will miss them so much!
Since we are upgrading in houses, and have to make a down payment-(turns out nicer houses have bigger down payments, who knew) we decided it would be best to sell the cows to have some extra money to put down on the new house, which leads us to our point of the post-
Letters to my cows <3
I've read some cute blogs before of girls who write letters to their babies on the blogs, but since I have no babies, and no buns in my oven I will write them to my cows. (just as cute, right?)
Let us begin.
Dear Rhonda,
I liked you. You were our 3rd cow, (after Jack and Daisy, who we only had a few months then sold) you have been such a good cow to us. I loved your cute face and your crooked horn. You were always friendly and would let me pet you. You were our second cow to have a baby! Little Frankie was born in the spring and boy was he cute! Way to go on being one of the cows I didn't hate.
Sorry for all the times I called you stupid,
Love Lauren
Dear Misty,
You are so fat. When you run you look like a hippo. Im sorry I named you after my ginger sister-in-law but your hair matched so well! It seemed to just fit. (Misty LaRue, you do not remind me of a hippo) You were a good cow except I kind of hated your guts because you were so fat and greedy, every time I tried to feed the other cows you would push them out of the way. I have mixed emotions towards you though because you gave us our first calf. Whitey was a doll. For the first few months of her life we thought she was a boy cuz it looked like she had...a thing... which was the only thing on her that was white, except her tail. (hence the name) anyway, one day we saw her potty and realized she was girl. Sorry we were confused about your transgender daughter. No hate.
Love Lauren
Dear Bambi,
You were MY first cow. One day Jon called me and said come pick out the last cow, and I chose you. He thought you were ugly and told me I should've picked a different one, but I thought you were pretty, it looked like you wore make up. You looked like a deer, so I named you Bambi. You gave us our 3rd calf. Watching you in labor was the weirdest thing Ive ever experienced. I felt very bad for you as it you walked in circles, sat down, got up, walked in circles and so on, for hours. Then when your calf Stinker finally started to come into the world he got stuck and I was nervous I was going to have to be seriously initiated into farm culture by pulling him out of your hoo-haw, but like a champ, you pushed that "stinker" out. (slaps knee)
Love Lauren
Dear Rosie,
You weren't really ours, you were the neighbors, but we let you run with our cows. You were a good little cow except sometimes you confused me when you mounted the steers. Not sure what your deal was. I hope you're able to get that one figured out.
Love Lauren
Dear Stupid,
I'm a little sorry your name is stupid, but not really cuz you're pretty stupid. (we still have him) You are penned up in the back yard still because we are fattening you up so you can be slaughtered. I hope you aren't reading this, but you're going to be Karls dinner next month. I sort of like you but sort of don't, mostly because you moo all night long, and don't let me pet you. I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU BEFORE YOU GET MURDERD. Whatev.
Love Lauren
Dear Idiot,
I hate your stinkin' guts. You make me vomit. You are the scum between my toes.
But seriously, I don't feel bad naming you idiot because you took that name and ran with it. Literally. Remember that time you broke through neighbors fences until you were 4 pastures over? I do, and remember that other time (multiple times) dispatch called me in the middle of the night because you were out on the road, or in someone elses yard? I do. I can't wait till you're a hamburger. WITHOUT CHEESE. that's how much I hate you. you are a psycho and I want to kick you.
Love Lauren
Well, It feels really good to get that all off my chest.
Oh and for the sad news section, the smartest, best dog in the world died the other day.
Jon's dog Jasper, who he's had since he was a pup (12 years ago) got in a dog fight the other day with a pittbull and lost :( It was a rough couple days in the LaRue home. He's buried close to Rusty out at grandmas. We miss you Jasper!!!
That's about all. Although this week I decided to switch things up a bit. I don't have quotes from Jon but I DO have quotes from preschoolers.
"My name is actually cheetah"
"Police officers take children to jail for not buckling up"
What do you want to be when you grow up? "I want to be a princess like my dad"
"I ALWAYS keep my mouth closed at school"
"Im trying to be silly but you aren't laughing."
Gotta love it, okay bye!
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