There Is A Saying For A Reason

“Stupid is as stupid does.”

Yep.

Why do I always does?

The other night I went to a farm to watch my daughter ride horses. I have always considered myself a farm girl. I grew up on a property that had once been a ranch. I believe it had cattle. Granted all of the cows had been sold long before I was ever born. But, still, I grew up on an apiary. Bees are a bit tricky to ride but once you get the hang of it… Farm girl was a label I stubbornly claimed in my head.

I. Was. Wrong.

I am not now, nor will I ever be a farm girl.

I saw a cow on the farm. Nevermind that it was the biggest darn cow anyone had ever seen. The horses in the pen with it looked like dogs. It looked like Paul Bunyan’s Ox. For some reason I thought it was cute. I think I played much too much Oregon Trail growing up.

In my head cows are were harmless no matter what size they are.

Again. Wrong.

And harmless no matter if they had horns the size of my arm.

Again. Wrong. And… Duh!

Well, I decided to pose with the cow.

The cow did not want to pose with me. He must have smelt the hamburger I had eaten earlier on my breath. Maybe I deserved what came next.

The cow, bull, giant demon decided to ram its horn up against my hand on the bar, crushing my finger between its horn and the metal.

I almost passed out.

It felt like my finger was gone. I seriously thought I had no more finger. It must have gone to wherever my brain had decided to wander (please let me know if you find it).

Thankfully, my finger was just very bruised.

It was all my fault.

Who puts their hand in the vicinity of a 3000 pound animal with horns?

Who knew I would raise my now-much-larger hand to that question?

Who would think that this would be a good idea?

I does. I does. I does.

And you better believe it…this cmock and bull story is real. I, unfortunately have the picture to prove it:

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Be smarter than me, my friends. Be smarter than me.

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And don’t go grab the bull by the horns today.

You can, however, laugh in hysterics over these pictures. I know I am. Even if I am wiping the tears of mirth away with only one hand.

20 thoughts on “There Is A Saying For A Reason

  1. I have always been so scared of bulls…and cows..and any big animals. You were so brave to even go that close! So sorry about the finger. I am glad that nothing was broken!! But, your outfit looks great…so that was good 🙂

    • Thank you Alicia! I never knew to be scared before! Duh! I am definitely more in awe of peope who do the running with the bulls! That would be terrifying! And thanks about the outfit! All Forever 21. : )

      Have a great weekend!

      Jenni

    • Yes! Don’t do it! An elderly lady came over to me right after it happened and told me that cow had done the same thing to her a few months before but he got her whole hand and it was a bloody mess! They can hurt!

      Have a super Saturday!

      Jenni

    • Thanks Cynthia! It was definitely big. I thought it was sweet and it probably is. I am sure it hopefully did not mean to hurt me. I think it just wanted to itch its enormous head on the gate and my hand happened to be there. I will still admire it from a safe distance!

      Have a wonderful weekend!

      Jenni

  2. You do look like a real, live cowgirl in your picture and if I remember the rule book correctly – now that the you have a genuine cow related injury on a farm you technically qualify so your original assumption that you are a farm girl stands. I hope your hand feels better soon. As a cowgirl and farm girl who has had various body parts body-slammed against fences, feeders, barns, troughs, trucks, and gates, I salute you!

    • Thank you! I did not think of it that way! : ). Oh my goodness, you are tough! That all sounds painful! I would love to hear more of your stories sometime. I bet you have a lot of interesting ones! : )

      I hope you have a beautiful weekend!

      Jenni

  3. I’m so sorry Jenni, I can only imagine the pain. I felt so badly when I saw the look on your face. I would have done the same thing; I was raised in NYC, so I’m definitely not a farm girl and would have passed out from fear and pain right then and there. Several years ago my husband and I were in Europe and we watched an annual tradition of cows coming down from the Alps where they’d been crazing all summer to be transported to stalls for winter; the look of terror in their eyes when they’re herded into the trucks is just heart-breaking. I’ll email you a photo of the cow that changed my husband’s diet (from lots of beef to no beef at all) from that day forward. So although cows have sweet eyes, the ones with horns may not be as as sweet … although that bull may have wanted to just rub up closer to you in that pretty dress 🙂

    • Thank you Angela! They do have sweet eyes! That picture you sent me are awesome! I do think that bull wanted love, he just did not know his own strength. He shares the pen with much smaller horses so I imagine that he is pretty gentle.

      I hope you have sweet dreams!

      Jenni

    • Thanks Liana! It did hurt, but honestly only the first night. Now it is just bruised under the nail. I got really lucky it was only the tip of my pinky and not my hand.

      Have a wonderful weekend!

      Jenni

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