Moving beams

Something I hate? When a big ole' beam just jumps out of nowhere and smacks you in the head. I don't mean a 2x4, I mean a beam. As in a support beam of a barn. Now for those of you who may not know, old barns have lots of beams. Everywhere. Some of them are as big in diameter as my expanding waist, some of them smaller but still big enough that a grown man couldn't wrap both hands around it and touch fingers. Beams everywhere, sometimes no rhyme or reason. And if one isn't paying attention? They just jump up & "SMACK", right upside the head. And damn does it hurt.

I kid you not. I almost knocked myself on my ass in the barn this afternoon. Which would not have been cool for many reasons, primarily my husband happens to still be out of town and had I actually gone over backwards, there was a good chance I would have gone ass first down a hole into the floor below. Where mama cow and baby are housed at this time. The only saving grace would have been when I either woke up from knocking myself out or landed on the floor below, I had cell phones in my pockets and would have been able to call for help. Assuming I didn't break my neck.

Yup. Look out for moving beams. They're a bitch.