WWOOF Life - Always Dirty

This will come as a surprise to probably no one but myself, but being a farmer is a dirty job. Like really dirty. Not a single day has gone by when I haven't come home covered in dust, dirt, paint, poop, molasses, diesel... seriously it's another day, another stain.

And I'm not necessarily opposed to dirt. I hate showering so I guess I embrace it in some ways. Honestly the hardest thing to accept is dirt under my fingernails, that one I'm still struggling with. Instead of my usual manicured nails mine are now clipped and filed all the way down. That's the one attempt I've made at staying clean.

Anyways there is a reason I'm telling the world about my poor hygiene practices. I have a funny story to share with you.

That shirt should be white • Dirty knees and a dollop of chicken poop courtesy of Crash

A few days ago I went into town for a bit of pampering... because guys Ravenshoe has a salon! That is huge news. I had some extra time before my appointment so I even gave myself a mani / pedi before I left. So here I am walking through town just feeling like myself again! I'm at the salon and the esthetician is waxing my arms... "What were you doing earlier today?" she asks. "Oh I was outside working, sorry if I've got dirt on me." If only it was dirt! Her reply froze me in horror. "Oh no, you've got cow poop on your arm."

Yes. This is my life. 

Earlier in the day I picked up the dog to put him in the back of the truck, and he had just rolled in a wet pile of cow crap. I had it smeared all up my left arm and the front of my shirt. Luckily one of the guys who was helping had soap and a water tank on his truck so I cleaned off immediately. Well, I clearly didn't get it all.

And you know what, even though I left the salon completely mortified I was still on cloud nine.