Uff Da!

Ever heard that expression before? It’s pure Minnesota Norwegian, and it means anything from “holy cow” to “ouch” to a host of unmentionables. Google it for an endless bounty of info. Or, go here for a possibly accurate Wikipedia version of uff da.

(No temperature update because it’s late, and I don’t feel like tramping outside to check the thermometer before I leave. )

I say uff da because after a long day at work, a lunch time run, a 1 hour commute home and calf chores, I’m running around like a nut to get organized and drive to my parent’s house tonight. They’re only an hour drive away – I know I’m making it sound like a monumental trip here – but I feel like it’s been a long Friday. They still live on the farm I grew up on, and tomorrow morning will mean I need to be up bright and early to help milk the cows. It will also mean that I probably won’t blog early tomorrow, and I want to keep up my sparse momentum. Hence, this special “uff da inspired” update.

I’ll plan to take some pictures for a future post while I’m there. My parents also have a dairy farm (so the pictures may actually look a lot the same – go figure) but it’s a smaller farm where we milk about 60 cows. H is staying at home to look after our cows, and I get to catch up with my parents and at least a few of my 4 sisters. I’ll return by Saturday night where my own calves  and dog will be eagerly waiting for me (hey, at least somebody will be!) I suppose H may be eagerly waiting too 🙂

In the running world, I did a quick lunchtime run in the drizzle. Some speed work on the track 3/4 mile from my office was the perfect pick-me-at noon earlier today.

 Do you have any family members (grandparents, 3rd cousins twice removed, etc) that farm? What crops or animals do they raise?

About Lisa

Hi, I'm Lisa. Dairy farmer's wife and Minnesotan to the core, I write about rural farm life, running down country roads, and the food, faith, and family that bind everything together. Follow along on my journey.
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