Adventures of a Modern Day Flower Child

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Reliving History

This week was spring break for Missouri State University. A 9-day break of doing whatever you wanted. Of course I went home like I do every weekend but this week has been different. My older sister came home for a couple of days. Of course I did what I always did of getting the calves up and washing them and babying them. One day when I came in from messing with the calves she had our old Nintendo 64 upstairs.

When my sister and I were younger we would spend hours in the basement playing Mario Brothers. We got really good at the first and second worlds that we felt like pros. We knew where are the little secrets and tricks were. Sometimes we would get lucky and have dad show us how it was really done. I remember one time he made it all the way to world 8 but he couldn’t make it past it. It was always the same routine every night. We would could outside and do our chores then we would come in and play Nintendo until it was time to go to bed.

It was that day that my sister and I sat down and played Mario Brothers that brought back all of these amazing childhood memories. I was 6 years old and had a bottle calf named Twinkles. She would get out in to the yard with me and follow me around everywhere. One day I was playing in a mud and Twinkles comes up behind me and pushes me in. She was always an ornery calf.

When dad would come home and say that he has to go fix a water gap meant that you get to go play in the creek for the day. While dad fixed the fence you got to play and explore the creek. I remember I was adventurous and pretend like the deep water had sharks in it and I had to jump over it to get to the other side. Or I would have to climb up a clay wall just to see what was at the top.

I could go on and on about all of my childhood memories but you would be reading a lot. Maybe I will come across something someday that will spark my memory of some more childhood memories. Please comment and tell me about some of the childhood memories that you have.

So God Made a Stock Show Kid

I found this on Facebook and fell in love with it. It is a remix of the poem “So God Made a Farmer” by Paul Harvey. This version is called “So God Mad a Stock Show Kid” by Stockshow Confidential. It speaks the truth about a true stock show kid. When I was listening to the video all I could say to myself was, “yep I do that”. Showing cattle is my passion and also a lot of other people’s passion. Pass this video on to show everybody what us stock show kids really do.

My Passion

I have always had a passion for photography. In college I am continuing that passion by taking a photography I class. Everybody knows what a digital camera is but that’s not what I use in this class. I use a film camera. They are all manual cameras that take film and you have to develop your negatives in a dark room. Ever since this class, developing film has been my new favorite hobby (behind my cattle of course).  In my photography I class we have just recently turned in our first assignment. Here are my five prints I took and developed.


As you can see the farm girl came out in me while taking the pictures. While I was developing my pictures in the dark room everybody would say, “Aww what a cute cow,” or “Awww is that a pig.” To them all these pictures are just a pig and some cows, but to me they are different. To me they tell an agricultural story that everybody should know. Ill keep posting all of my pictures I develop.

5 useful tips

This past week in my public relations in agriculture class we had two speakers, Lindsey Glass from Ozark Farm and Neighbor and Christy Diebold from Springfield Leather Company. The two speakers were very inspiring on how they have helped the companies they work for. Ozark Farm and Neighbor is a news journal for the Ozark region of Missouri. Lindsey came in to the company as a writer but now she also helps manage the social media for the news journal. Christy wanted to bring more business to Springfield Leather Company so she pitched the idea to include social media in to their business. Both of these ladies helped the company they work for through social media. Listed below are points they pointed out in their presentations that were interesting to me.


Don’t be afraid to take your ideas to the boss.

Christy really wanted to help the company so discussed with her managers about her idea of bringing social media to Springfield Leather Company. The manager like the idea and gave it to their boss, which also approved it. If you want to be successful with your job don’t be afraid to express your ideas.


Internships in college help with jobs out of college

Before her job at the Ozark Farm and Neighbor, Lindsey had taken many internship opportunities. With the internships, it helped her get the job she has now. Internships are a wonderful opportunity for students to take. It helps you figure out what you like to do.


Be a free agent writer. 

If you like to write or take pictures, send in your work to local newspapers to see if they will publish your writings or pictures. If you have on your resume that you were published in a newspaper then you will be more likely in receiving a job.


Be ideal for all of your customers

Every company has different types of customers. To be the best company though, you need to be ideal for everybody not just one group of people.


Post regularly but don’t be wordy

Be successful at social media you need to know how to keep your readers coming back. A really good tip was to post regularly but don’t be too wordy. If you post regularly then readers will come back to your page regularly. When you do post, though, do not bore your readers with posts as long as a book. Keep it short and simple.


I hope those points helped you as much as they helped me. Social Media is always changing and we have to keep up with it.

Love or Glory

Paisley getting beautified for her class.

Paisley getting beautified for her class.

It was a first of many shows for the year of 2013. Missouri Alpha Gamma Rho organization put on their annual heifer and steer show this past weekend. I took my two baby girls Paisley and Babe. They both did really well in their classes. Paisley won her class and got Reserve Missouri Percentage Simmental. Babe only got fifth in her class but she got first Missouri in her class. I am so proud of my two girls. I don’t know what I would do with out my cattle. People say that a dog is mans best friend, well my cattle are my best friends.

Why do people show cattle? Do they do it for the money, glory, bragging rights, or for the 98-cent ribbon? Yes all of those are true and are really nice, but is this why we really show?  My cattle are my best friends and my family. They are my job and responsibility to take care of. I take care of my cattle more than I take care of myself. When I have a bad day I walk out to the barn and just set. Eventually, Paisley will walk up to me and give me this look. A look of everything will be all right, I promise. My cattle and I have this special communication.

The girls we took to the show. Far left is Babe and far right is Paisley

The girls we took to the show. Far left is Babe and far right is Paisley

On show day, yes the ribbons and awards are nice, but this is a day to display all of your hard work with your calf. The thrill of being covered from head to two in black paint because you want you calf to look its best. In the ring, the slobbers your calf gets all over you don’t matter, because you know they are love slobbers. At the end of the day, no matter how you did, you know your hard work paid off but you have to continue to work hard.

I don’t go out and spend a pretty penny on my calves, and I don’t always win at the shows, but to me that doesn’t matter. What does matter to me was that I got to show off my hard work of my cattle. I get so attached to my cattle that it is hard to let go sometimes, but I remind myself that there will be a new one next year that I can spoil. Cattle are my love, my life, and my passion; I couldn’t live without them.