'Out Of Gas'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
playing king of the hill on the haybales
I loved climbing on haybales. But my dad didn't bale hay (hence the blowing of chopped hay into the barn) so the only time I got to do that was when we were visiting somone else's farm or if my dad had to buy baled hay when we had a poor crop of our own.
I got to drive the tractor when I was little. I got it profoundly stuck in mud. I also got to drive the truck, which now makes me cringe.
playing king of the hill on the haybales
Who got to be Boomhauer?
I never got to play on hay bales as a kid, or on tractors.
Given my self injury track record, this might be a good thing.
ION news, As of right now, I have nothing important left to do today. Can I go home before someone changes that?
I got to drive the tractor when I was little. I got it profoundly stuck in mud. I also got to drive the truck, which now makes me cringe.
I was ten the first time I drove a tractor. And maybe 11 the first time I drove a truck - I had to drive it to the back forty for my dad. The only thing I did wrong was parking it on a hill with it still in drive (it was the first time I drove something with an automatic).
Once I had to help my dad get a tracter out of the mud - I drove one of the two other tractors he chained to it to help pull it out. Good times....
Hay bales were so much fun to clamber all over!
My sister has bought hay bales to put in her yard when she had masses of children running around. I can't remember why she had masses of children in her yard, must have beeen a party or something.
So has she lived in nice, safe areas all her life?
Maybe Bob et. al. were displayed prominently to make any intruders entering through the open door think twice about continuing into the home?
As of right now, I have nothing important left to do today. Can I go home before someone changes that?
Hey, if Perkins gets to go home, I should get to go home! Well, not home so much as to the airport, but still. I want to leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeave.
I'm leaving right now AIFG!
My uncle used to take us out in the cab of his tractor all the time. And my cousins (his kids) were put to work riding beans.
The first time I ever drove (not counting the tractor incident) was when the eldest of the cousins took me and another my age out on to the farm roads and let us drive her future-mother-in-law's brand new stationwagon. I was 11. I still can't believe she did that, considering she's not a risktaker or anything.