I'm a Cow!

So, yesterday we had to make a trip to town and was I ever anxious. Everett hasn't gone that long in a carseat in underwear before and our trips to church or whatever didn't go over so well with him needing to go potty. I decided to pack a diaper bag with his potty seat, pants, underwear, clorox wipes, wipes, treats, etc., so if he had to go we could get 'er done! It worked. He kind of freaked the first couple times when we put him on but by the end of the night he was great and we had no accidents. One time, I had to go pee and he was with me and he starts yelling, "Momma poop!" I just wonder what the lady right next to me was thinking!!!

So, why am I a cow?? Well, you see being married to a rancher he compares everything about birth, raising kids, fertility, etc., to a cow/bull. His sister Becky calls it his "Dirty Cowboy Talk" and hates it when he compares her to a cow! It doesn't even phase me! Last night on our way home him and I were talking Dirty Cowboy Talk. When I was pregnant with Everett he would call me a heifer, because a heifer is a first time mom. Now that I've had Montel, I am a cow! He told me that I calve well, have good milk, take care of my babies, and will keep me around, even though I throw large-headed children. I almost got culled, gotten rid of, because of that but he wants to keep me! Yea! Then, he was comparing Men to bulls. A guy that has been castrated is a steer and one that has not is called a bull. I of course knew these terms, but a guy that is not intact, has had a vasectomy, would be called a golmer bull! I thought that was a funny term. They use these bulls to help detect heat in cows, but that is probably enough Dirty Cowboy Talk today! I hope I didn't offend anyone!