Another story...

I was debating whether or not to write about this. But, it is what happened, and when I look back; it really is a funny story. Just embarrassing.

So, enjoy laughing at my expense. LOL

Rubber Boots:

It's actually funny that I mention PETA. Because when I was really little, maybe 7 or 8. I would have fit the mold of a PETA activist just fine. It all happened when I first saw a cow get butchered. I had no idea what was going on, and had never seen anything like that before. And I guess when you're really little, seeing a cow get strung up by her legs, with blood dripping down her neck, can be kind of disturbing.

Which is odd for me, because this was the same little girl who was just dying to watch Jurassic Park. Huh, go figure.

So I took to my bedroom and I made my thoughts known. I wrote my dad a letter, well, not really a letter. More of a rant. Sigh, this is probably one of the most ridiculous things that I have ever done. I'm sitting here rolling my eyes and sighing in amusement and embarrassment as I write this.

A drew a picture of a man, smiling devilishly at a poor sick cow, holding a knife. And underneath in my big scrawl I wrote, “I hate, hate.....(there were lots of “hates,” and I don't remember how many) butchers.” Or “killing.” I can't remember which either. I've tried desperately to block this from my memory. But at opportune times my mom keeps bringing it up. Never letting me forget.

Well, once this “masterpiece” was put together, I left it on my dad's pillow, and went to sleep.

It's easy for you to figure out that I got a good talking to the next morning.

But these days I can say that I am guilt free when it comes utilizing a terminal animal. We once had a program that would pay us for the cows, and the meat would go to charity.

I even got familiar with the men who would come to the farm to do the job. Once I talked with them the whole time, and they gave me an impromptu anatomy lesson on the cow.

They asked me why I was working, and I told them about Washington D.C. And it went from there. Eventually, I actually found the process to be fascinating, I've always enjoyed exploring how things work and why. And seeing how big a cow's liver, or heart is- is fascinating.

And once I got older, I got more involved in the process, I would move the cows with the tractor and help clean up afterward.You might think the stomach contents of a cow would be the grossest thing you'd have to hose down, but really, all it is- is chewed up grass. It looks a lot like what a lawn mower might spit out.

And one more thing, we have the best hamburger in all of the U.S. We know where it comes from, and how it grew. And it is some of the tastiest meat I have ever had. Home grown cows make the best hamburgers. We even donate meat to our church to help feed the hungry.

It's easy for me to say that I have no need to return to my brief life as a PETA activist.