Hey Dan…
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Hey Dan…

All of my best laid plans start with the same words. Hey Dan.

And when I say best laid plans, what I actually mean is terrible life choices.

Allow me to demonstrate:

Hey Dan, we should get chickens. (I love our chickens. But beware, as chickens are most certainly the gateway animal)

Hey Dan, I would really love to get a dairy goat. 

Hey Dan, we should buy an intact male goat instead of borrowing one. 

Hey Dan, lets get meat rabbits. 


(This is probably a good place to insert a picture of one of those said meat rabbits that got loose, had a nest of babies outside, and ended up getting killed by the neighbour’s dog. Good gracious)


Yesterday was a big day for us. Yesterday was the day the last three goats I will ever own in my life (Lord willing) were driven away in a cube van.

Glory hal-le-lu-jah.

There was quiet on the farm. Quiet that I have not experienced in 5 years. In fact their cries are so ingrained (ingrained? engrained? whatever…you get it)  into my head that for about 2 hours after they left I thought for sure I could still hear them.

We sat on the porch, Dan had a beer, I had wine. We enjoyed the silence. We fist bumped in victory. It was spectacular and so surreal. It honestly felt like a burden was gone.

And in that moment of pure joy and bliss I turned to him and stated the next time I start a sentence with “hey Dan” that he should tell me to stop. Be the man! I exclaimed. Put me in my place! 

(The world gave a hardly laugh when I exclaimed that. Even I couldn’t get all the way through it with a straight face. God bless that man for putting up with such a woman as I.) But seriously, the goats were a really reeeallly bad idea.

But then…

All the best stories have a but then in them, don’t they?

Ok carry on.

But then…today.

It was midmorning.

I had done some quick online work for the church I work for and then ridden out on the 4-wheeler to make sure my bull was still where he was supposed to be. (The dude wanders. He’s gonna be steak.)

I had just come back in. It’s HOT today. Humid and still. The kind of day where it even feels hard to breathe. My hair was wild, fizzy from the 4-wheeler and the humidity. (Like my hairstyle really adds anything to this story. But whatever, I feel like a bohemian princess with my wild hair and barefeet and I like it!)

I had just poured myself a glass of raw milk and added a squirt of chocolate syrup when the phone rang. (And yes I’m a 30 year old woman who still drinks nesquick in her milk. Don’t judge me….also not sponsored)

I grabbed the phone from its cradle, saw Dan’s number on the call display, and said hello. And that is when it happened.

There I was in my kitchen, with my milk, my barefeet, my wild hair. I had the phone tucked against my ear and my shoulder as I cut a large hunk of bread and buttered it.

It seemed so innocent. So casual. I didn’t even think of it. Six little words.

Hey Dan….we should get ducks!

6 thoughts on “Hey Dan…

  1. Hahaa! Wait till you’re married 25 years and you’ve now mastered not only the timing of the request but several kind and inconspicuous gestures in advance to butter him up properly! “Hey, honey….?” “Before you get upset, just hear me out completely….” “it will be such fun!” Hahaha! love your stories!!!

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