Give Christi a big Rural Women Rock Welcome! Blogging from http://barnyardbarbie.
Who Am I, Really?
So in anticipation or preparation of my blog on ruralwomenrock, I've been thinking about who I am, and what makes me a "rural woman". Hmm. Here are my thoughts, in no specific order:
I love shoes
therefore my closet isn't big enough
I laugh at my calves when they get out....
then see the hay bale on the other side of the fence
I have a hard time relaxing
and feel most relaxed when I walk outside, see all my little creatures
sing to the horse, give him a kiss
and pet the kittens
My husband and I are both workaholics
and together we could accomplish anything
(its a good thing we don't work professionally together tho,
someone would have to be the manager, and we're both a bit bossy)
I have 2 rules in my house/on our property:
no taking the Lord's name in vain
no littering--we have trashcans for a reason
I'm the only person I know who can holler at her cows from the porch
and they know what they need to do....
get back in
I don't wear white after Labor Day
or before Easter (who are those people anyway?)
I talk to God.....
sometimes he talks back
Someday I will figure out the difference....
between a planter and a disc and a cultivator
(really they all look similar to me)
I love when I see my hubby walking with his Dad
they both have the same gait, pliers on the right side,
and complaining about the same things
I love wine
and you will always find some kind of alcohol in our house
I love finding a vintage skirt
at some thrift store for $2
I love my Sunday School and VBS kids,
but don't see myself as a mother
I love wearing a fabulous gown
or fat pants and an old sweatshirt
I love that I see God's handiwork everyday
I love that I can laugh at myself.
So what makes me a rural woman? I guess I'm just a woman--who lives in the country.
...and more from Barnyard Barbie!
So I'm sitting trying to enjoy a lovely evening of watching Sex and the City reruns, enjoying a little adult beverage, listening to my husband and his friend grind up goose meat for jerky, and the TV starts blinking in and out because of the lovely Kansas weather and wind. And I'm thinking...this is my life.
When I first met my husband I really didn't even know where Whitewater was. Pretty sure I'd heard of it, but didn't know exactly where it was. Fast forward a few months, and I'm living outside of a town I couldn't even place. But here's the thing, I love it! I've always loved the country and seeing the seasons change and really see the full circle of life. I get to witness that now. Will I ever quit watching Sex and the City? Probably not. Will you ever see me in cowboy boots? Probably not The cows just love my striped rainbow boots anyways. But that's who I am--I'm Barnyard Barbie...just a girl living in the country...with a good sense of humor...and a lot of fashion sense
It helps in my adventures that I can laugh at myself :-) I've been known to have a couple of greenhand country girl moments--oh well--it gives my life an interesting pattern :-) Join in my adventures!