courtesy of my mother’s scanning skills, here’s one of the more interesting parts of my past:

yeah, i had a holstein. my family has a long history with 4H dairy in clark county, and in fact to this day my mother is the fair’s dairy barn coordinator.

i was such a cute little kid. what the hell happened?

trying to convince 800lbs of unprocessed hamburger to stand correctly is difficult when you are ten years old. especially when she is dumb as a bag of hammers and easily spooked. i don’t remember if i got any show ribbons or not, but i did a solid number on herdsmanship. i scoop the poop!