~found out that someone (whom we know well) has entirely too much to say about us
~attended a meeting where I talked too much, and I'm pretty sure I offended the hostess
~called the next day to apologize to said hostess and I think we're ok now
~attended an IBLP Seminar (this wasn't rough, just a big time commitment. It's hard to be gone from the farm for very long without feeling anxious about what might be happening while we're gone. However, this seminar is a HUGE blessing to our family, and a thoughtful someone is helping us to attend.)
~went to the grocery store on Sunday at noon-ish, wherein my husband said, "Oh yeah, tomorrow's Valentine's Day! Did you get me something?" To which I replied that I had not. As we rounded the end of the aisle, he looked to the bakery display and said, "Ooooooh, hey----a piece of red velvet cake! For a buck seventy-five!"
To which I replied,
"I don't even like red velvet cake."
This was followed by
"And Honey? Nothing makes a woman feel more special than her husband thinking 'I'm gonna get her that! It's only a $1.75!' "
~turned out I didn't have to worry.
(Let's just say my husband isn't real big on days like Valentine's day, Mother's day, etc.,
and we'll leave it at that.)
~On Monday, an axle on one of the tractors broke.
~Tuesday we found out that our well has to be replaced. The well-digger-man (a friend of ours) said,
"You have two options here. #1 Replace the well. Or #2: sell the cows and move. 'Cause you can't stay here with no water." We went with option #1, but I thought #2 didn't sound all that bad.
~Yesterday, my vacuum broke.
~I am still up at 1:30 after having spent a solid two hours washing dishes by hand.
I know many women say "well, we always used to wash dishes by hand. What's the big deal?"
My two-cents: people didn't used to have indoor plumbing either. But now we do, and if you didn't have that to use anymore, you'd probably find it to be an inconvenience.
~I ate a big bowl of ice cream after I finished the dishes. Chip and mint.
Farm wives come in all shapes and sizes. Some slim, some fat, some petite, some large.
Some farm wives are fearless and brave, tackling angry sows and raging bulls; some are timid and mild and much better at helping ewe lambs, newborn calves and old mother cows.
Some farm wives are social butterflies involved in a hundred community events and activities; some are content to stay home as caretakers of family and home.
Some farm wives are authorities on animal breeding statistics and genetic backgrounds; some can't tell the difference from one cow to the next.
Some farm wives spend considerable time trying to keep an attractive outward appearance under highly smelly and dirty conditions; some like to spend their time developing a better inward appearance in caring for others more than themselves.
Some farm wives are horticulturists with prime landscaped farms and beautifully tended flower beds; some try hard but just seem to grow more weeds than flowers.
Some farm wives are authorities on commodity options and the futures market; some never know what the livestock or grain markets are.
Some farm wives despair over farm record-keeping, expenditures and cash flow; some are excellent bookkeepers and truly enjoy running a home computer system.
Some farm wives are great amateur veterinarians; some are better at powderpuff mechanics and squeezing a grease gun.
Some farm wives are outstanding homemakers, seamstresses, bakers, and crafters; some do minimal household duties and devote their time to community service projects, church work, volunteer work, or a town job.
Some farm wives can do all these things and more. While that's the farm wife we might admire and most desire to be like, deep in her heart each farm wife seems to know that she is unique and special--just the way God made her.
Dennis had given me a gift certificate for one for Christmas, and I "cashed in my chips" yesterday afternoon.
It felt wonderful...and even if it hadn't, at the very least it was a half-hour in a quiet room, with soft music, dim lights, virtually no words, words that were spoken were quiet, and in those thirty minutes I didn't have to do anything for anyone else.
I think I'd save my pennies just to go lay on that nice warm table again--even if the massage woman wasn't there!
I have an idea now of what I want for Valentine's day, Mother's day, my birthday, Wednesday...