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We spent nearly thirty minutes in the hay loft this evening.  I don't usually have the stamina to last that long but I was determined not to disappoint again by pulling out early.  I pushed, I pulled, I lifted and shifted and maneuvered.  I was finding ways to fill that space that no one had ever done before.  I got creative, and it paid off...big time.  By the time we were done, I was exhausted, hot, sweaty, covered in hay from head to toes and satisfied.  Very, VERY satisfied.  It's hard not to feel satisfied after you unload 100 bales of hay into a barn.  Come on, what did you think I was talking about?  Get your mind out of the gutter. My day off from work was not quite as productive as I hoped it would be.  I had to drive down to Beaufort this morning, which was not fun because the traffic was just insane.  Then I spent a while helping my mom update the Barnyard website with new information about our fresh pork for sale and ...

*Stands from plastic fold-out chair* *Clears throat nervously* *Fidgets with hands while staring at feet* Hello, my name is Dan, and I'm a pyromaniac.  Whew, there, I said it.  Boy, I really do feel better now.  A lot better...like, so much better that I really want to go blow something up! This is my first Independence Day that I've gotten to celebrate in ten years.  My luck, I'll probably have to work that night.  I'm usually off on Tuesdays so there is a slight chance that I will not have to work.  Anyways, I did like any normal American male would do...I stopped by one of those big white tents and purchased some cardboard tubes filled with pretty colored gun powder. See that look on my face?  That's the look of pure joy.  Honestly, the tent I got the fireworks from was a non-profit who was selling the fireworks as a fund raiser.  Oh, and I was literally their first sale, so that was awesome.  Not only did I get to purchase ...

That's right, I'm not ashamed to admit it.  I'm in love.  I want to get on top of a mountain and shout it to the entire world!  I want to vandalize the side of a million year old rock in a national park.  I want to spray paint it on the side of a moving train or on an overpass.  I want to buy the rights to a star in the sky and name it after her.  I want to get extremely drunk and have her name tattooed onto a very private part of my body.  I love you Stacy! For those of you that regularly read this blog, all three of you, then you know that Stacy is a baby alpaca.  Bumpers sent me this cute photo of Stacy today to update me on how well she was doing.  Since I pretty much saved Stacy's life , Bumpers owes me at least that much.  My afternoon was pretty much wide open, so I asked if I could come see her.  She was hesitant because it wasn't my week to see Stacy...I have every third week of the month plus holidays and two weeks of su...