With a title like that, oh boy am I ever gonna get a bunch of weird ass spam, dirty links, and raunchy searches leading to my blog post. But hey, it’s the truth. This post is about…. well…. poop.
One of the top two best jobs I ever had in my life (so far) came a few years, and one miserable job later, after grad school. We were studying E.coli and Salmonella etiology on dairy farms and I was required, among other things, to travel to various dairy farms in eastern Washington and basically scoop poop. Entirely unglamorous, but really not as bad as you might think. My family however, thought it was distinctly hilarious that I went to college, and later grad school, just so I could pick up cow poop. I’m not really one to take myself too seriously (despite outward appearances to the contrary) and it was kind of funny. At first. But then I got tired of everyone saying, “Oh have you met my niece/cousin/daughter? You’ll never guess what she does for a living! She picks up poop, ha ha! And she went to college for it too!” There was really so much more to it than that.
But then this morning, as I changed my third poopy diaper before 10 AM, I got to thinking. Things really haven’t changed that much I guess. I’m still dealing with poop and there’s still so much more to it than that :)
Things have been good here. We had our 6th wedding anniversary on Sunday the 26th (love you Honey!) and took a little day trip for ourselves with some shopping and a nice dinner out at Red Lobster. I know, kinda ghetto to some of you maybe, but hey, we like it and it’s been a while! Also got to see my good knitty pal Troy for several hours of coffee & knitting last Saturday. We haven’t done that since before Knittymunchkin was born! I really needed that time to just be myself and not be a “mom” for a while. Amazing how restorative a few hours can be! And I’m knitting. A bunch of stuff. But that post will have to wait until later. I hear my little 8 month old awake and calling for me!