Raising A Barn

Oh Boy.

Trent got dressed today and said he was going to help his dad patch up the barn and build a new wall. He also joked (at that time I thought he was serious) that since my horse was going to be living there, I should get my ass out there and help as well. He ran off to do some odd jobs around the house, and I took my time in getting ready to build a barn. He came upstairs right as I was just about done, and asked "Where are you going?"

I told him I was going to help him and his dad with the barn. He laughed and said that I didn't have to, it was just a joke. I told him I'd come down anyways. He had to leave without me because the orphaned beagle that we have needed fed in about a half hour/hour, so I stayed behind to do that.

Got the little brat fed and I was off to the barn. I got there and kinda mingled around as the two boys bickered and hammered nails. I groomed Shiloh, who loved the attention. Dusty, Trents old horse, didn't exactly love the brush. I didn't have them haltered. They were just standing in the pasture while I groomed, and when Dusty moved away I thought "Well screw you too. You shall live like filth!" and finished up with Shiloh.

I guess they were kind of enclosing the lean-to shelter. Thats basically what it is, with a small storage area thats fenced off on the other side. I guess Trents mom was getting finicky about the wind or rain or something, so they decided to close one part of the lean-to in so the horses could have more shelter.

As if the horses weren't big poofs of fur!

There was a time where they figured the piece of plywood that they got just wouldn't fit the bill...and I was helping hold it up for measurements when Trent's dad saw me thinking. I guess its really easy to notice when I think, or so I've been told. I get a certain look on my face that oozes concentration. Trent's dad asked my opinion on what they should do.

Lets recap.

Somebody in THIS STATE asked my OPINION on what THEY should do to BUILD THE BARN.

That never happens. Ever. I'm usually the female in the place that doesn't know a bolt from a screw and therefor is useless in any sort of situation I damn near find myself in.

I kinda looked at Trents dad and carefully, as if I were trying to figure out whether he truly wanted the opinion or was just joking around, told him that we should fill the small space to the left out with another 2x4 instead of covering it with the plywood and then shift the piece of plywood over, that way it'll fit into the spot we wanted it to.

They totally did it. I helped build the barn. I kept smiling, because my opinion is never asked on important things like that, and if I end up giving it, its just ignored. So I was all smiles. Trent asked me why I was happy, I told him it was because they took my advice. He said something like "Yeah, I don't ask for it much 'cuz it'll get to your head"

Oh whatever.

After about 45 minutes of helping them build the barn, I got bored (no, me?) and a bit hungry (you're kidding!) so I ditched it and went into town to buy some food. Hope they get it done by nightfall! I'll take some pictures of it when its done and post them up later. I know you all probably don't care what it looks like, but I helped! I did more than just hold boards up and hand nails! And I'm so very proud of that.