Country Girl Fail

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Some days I think God has a sense of humor where my humility is concerned. About the time I start getting a little too “I’m a rock-star”-ish, he reminds me that, actually, no I’m a mom/woman/wife still trying to find her way in life. Today at work, about the time I thought I was the master juggler of shipping activity, a HUGE spider ran across the floor in front of me while walking back to my desk. Yup, screamed like a little girl and almost dropped everything as I did this skip/shuffle/jump thing. And this reaction ALWAYS has witnesses, plenty eager to re-tell or even reenact the story.

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After work I had to run to the store for dog food, on the way my son fell asleep in the truck, go figure. With all the craziness the last couple days, I figured I’d carry him in the store to let him sleep a bit. I managed to pack my 5 year old in one arm and push a cart with the other. Luck was on my side, because the dog food was at the perfect height to pull a bag down and have it lad perfectly into my cart; kid still asleep in my arms. Another shopper walked by and goes “nice!” And my inner supper mom does an air punch is all “I know right? Check me out!” don’t worry, I didn’t let the crazy out, I just smiled and said thank you.

So here I am on cloud nine, and I get home and start doing chores. Hubbys working out of town, so I’m on funny farm duties again. Bunnies, check, dogs, check. Chickens – I got this, HA! Those little white monster chickens have no fear of humans. WTF, you’re supposed to runaway chickens. But no, I open the door and they swarm me, the dang little white ones actually started pecking me! So here I am screaming and making a fool of myself, completely unaware my son has come around to “rescue” me, all “mommy I can do it”. Ya, I almost threw my hands up and said let them suffer, but I don’t know when they ran out of water and I feel bad.

I finally get by the devil birds, grab the water can and run. I have no idea how this dumb thing is supposed to actually work. I got it filled, but by the time I got it flipped back over and ready to go into the chicken coop the dumb thing was empty again! Blah! On the second try I managed to keep a little water in it, but they will definitely be out by tomorrow. I was so confident in my awesome farm mom skills that I didn’t change into chore clothes before I started either; you should have seen my mud covered shoes and slacks.

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Strong Hearted Woman

 I read a great blog post today, below is a snip-it and a link to read the original.

The Beauty of a Strong-Hearted Woman

I’m not sure what started it.

But I suspect it had something to do with this one book I’d read a few years back. I’m not saying the author intended to communicate this message, but it’s certainly what I concluded.

If I wanted to be a a good wife — a biblical wife? Then I needed to tone it down a bit.

Okay, a lot.

I needed to swallow it, hold it back, and keep it down. I was far too intense for my own good. Or at least for my husband’s good.

So I started this new, radical campaign. I didn’t even tell my husband what I was up to, but decided that from then on, I was going to mellow out. Keep it quiet.

Now for those of you who know me, you probably find that rather funny. You can’t even hardly picture it.

But I really did try.

And I kept it going fairly well … until one day when we were discussing a certain subject while standing by the piano — a subject that I felt, ahem, passionate about. And suddenly, I couldn’t take it any longer.

I nearly shouted, “I JUST CAN’T DO THIS.”

“Do what??” his eyebrows raised.

“I can’t simply keep my mouth shut and not express all that I’m thinking or feeling!” I was practically shaking with frustration.

[Read the rest of the article at The Time-Warp Wife.]

 

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Irrigation is in!

 

 

Irrigation water is in! However, I rarely start the pump, so when my son wanted me to turn on the sprinklers I thought, ya I can do this. Just might take me a couple tries to remember how it works. Well, this is what I learned: open the valve, work the manual pump thing till water fills the pump, next is the most important part, TURN OFF THE VALVE! That would be the part I forgot about, as as you can see from my picture, I got soaked! And at 55 degrees my brain wasn’t functioning enough to get out of the way and turn it off from the back, so here I am getting sprayed turning on and off valves at random till the water stopped. It was COLD! Course, my son thought this was great, and then afterwards says “mommy you should have asked, you have to turn this part off before you filp [the power] on”. Thanks buddy, figured that out.

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On a different  topic, I participate in a food coop called Bountiful Baskets. With the food restrictions of diabetes and just trying to have a balanced meal plan for the family, it is really great to be able to have a fresh supply weekly for a fair price. Given this is the first season for our garden, we also don’t have anything frozen or canned from last year. This has been great for us.

Here is what we got yesterday:

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We had to google the big white root, but it appears to be a horse radish, which I have no idea what to do with. Maybe I’ll make horse radish (sauce), but I’m not a fan, so I’m not real sure about that. Every week there is always one weird vegetable in the basket. Last time it was artichokes. I’m not supper up on my veggies, so I tend to have to reach out to Facebook and google for answers. One week I got Swiss chard; it looked like a rainbow leaf.

But seriously, look at this, its freak salad. Didn’t we learn in grade school or middle school or something that bright colored things are poisonous?

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http://www.bountifulbaskets.org