getting in touch with my inner cowgirl...

The day actually came.

I started my artificial insemination class.

I pulled on my coveralls and rubber boots and out to the barn I went.

I'll spare you the dirty details.

In short, I hesitantly tugged on my shoulder high glove and tried to act tough through the ordeal.

I quickly realized this class is going to be hard.

"Darker then an inside of a cow" has a whole new meaning to me.

Locating reproductive parts inside of a cow and maneuvering things around is a lot harder then one might think.

The cowboys like to make jokes about "the nurse" but are very nice and helpful otherwise.

Sadly, the cutest one in there is married.

I probably will never think of a cow the same... and I probably will never smell the same either.

The things I have to do to be a cowgirl.

I took this the first day of my class. It seemed... fairly fitting.