Cowboy take me away
So Agribition has come and gone and I know that for probably the next week at least I will feel a deep sadness. When I go to Agribition, the smell that awaits me as soon as I walk into the building makes me think of home and reminds me of the good old days. However, at the same time it makes me deeply sad. I believe that deep down in my heart is a longing for the country, and I feel it everytime I go to Agribition. I am proud of the fact that I grew up on a farm and when asked to describe myself I will say "Farmer's Daughter" because it explains so much of my identity. I love everything that farming stands for: hard work, good work ethic, taking care of and bonding with God's creatures, family, and making an honest living. When I go to Agribition it makes me wonder why I ever wanted to come to the city to go to university. Its like I'm stuck between two worlds: I want to be a successful business professional with a 9-5 job but I long so much for the country. In the past few years I have begun to realize just how much I miss working with farm animals and just being around gentle giants (aka cows) every day. Seriously, and I know people may look at me funny, but cows can be the best friends ever. I remember growing up how relaxing it was at the end of a rough, hard day to spend some time with your favourite cow. Cows can tell how you are feeling and are usually really good at responding without any hidden agendas or other hidden meanings. Going to Agribition reminds me of the bond that the ranchers and cowboys have with their stock. You can see the relationship of trust that has been built up between a showanimal and his or her caretaker and handler. Going to Agribition really makes me wish I were living on a farm and showing cattle.
I have come to the conclusion that I obviously moved to the wrong city because no one comes here for Agricultural based courses because there are none. That means it makes it really hard for me to run into cute, young farmers and cowboys who intend to remain on the farm. I blend in with the rest of the city chicks until you actually talk to me and start talking about farming. But until then, how are the country boys supposed to distinguish me from the rest of the girls. I feel I need to wear a sign around at Agribition that says: "Farmgirl living in the city desires an out. Looking for a country boy who needs a work and life partner." or something along those lines. However, knowing that is likely not going to pan out, I think I may have a career direction in mind.....after going on a "Behind the Chutes" tour and seeing a Sports Medicine sign, I think I may like to possibly pursue that route. I think doing physical rehabilitation and working at rodeos with cowboys would be very um....rewarding. I'd have a chance to meet cute cowboys and I'd get to be around the farm atmosphere. I think it would be a good way to combine the two worlds if I can't find a cute country boy who loves me. Oh, and by the way, let me give a shoutout to all you farmwives out there. You are my heroes. I know how hard you have to work and how many different roles you play to give your children the best, most wholesome life ever and help your husband put the bread on the table. Here's to you ladies.

