well we're officially out of flagstaff. can you hear the chorus? Hallelujah! we are very happy to be back in good ole joe city! and for me, being back in joe city means being back on the farm! last week i helped my dad plant the corn. it was a long process. we started one afternoon at about 3:30, stopped that night at about 9, and then we were back at it the next day from about 11:30 till 4 (i drove the tractor down to the field. it was my first tractor driving experience. i rocked.). this is what we stumbled upon within the first five minutes we were at the field.
don't worry. it was dead. and rigamortis. and gross. yech. i hate snakes. if only it was a rattle snake, then the deadness of the thing would have been all the sweeter. sigh. here's the man of the hour(s) doin his thing. sing with me now... he takes the tractor another round
another round...
well, the planter decided it had had enough the first day. and who can blame it? dad says grandpa probably bought it new. that thing has planted its fair share of fields! so we borrowed a planter from a neighbor. i don't think that thing has been used in a couple years... we had to clean out the rat's nests, grease it up a bit, and air up the tires. but i think it was all worth it in the end. it was bigger, so it got the 12 remaining rows done in no time. we finally got done (after it started raining) and i was beat. i don't think i'll ever blame my dad for being so tired all the time. he is such a hard worker! oh, and here's blaine! we hung out at the bottom of the field till dad came down and needed a refill on the goods. 
we also chased cows and closed gates. we're pretty awesome ranch/farm hands. wouldn't you agree?
