Monday, May 9, 2011

Quick Reminder of My Place

I have to keep it short today, but figured I'd better share since I'm still all about keeping it real here:

You can put on a skirt, paint your toenails, wear a shiny bracelet and head to the city carrying a glossy black bag, but the minute you begin your answer to the question, "What'd you do to your finger?" with "My husband and I were butchering our pigs...," country wins the day.

Love from the farm,


  1. I *love* this. And, wow, I can relate. 'Cept I don't butcher my own pigs. Instead, I have to leave city social events early because I have to go home and feed all my donkeys, llama, chickens, goats, rabbit, cats, and dog. People will just look at me with these blank stares. Do you get that? :-)

    What I really came by here to say is how sorry I am to hear about your Miss Gertie. It made my heart hurt to read your comment just now. The pain of losing a special animal is like no other. I'm the type of person who considers her animals part of her family, so when one dies, the death is a powerful blow. I sense that you are the same way.
    My thoughts are with you, Teri. Really sorry.

  2. This truly made me laugh out loud!!! Love it and I look forward to reading more!

    I've been trying to write about us trying to start a full-time life on our future farm, but it's been such a learning experience!! I've got a long way to go, but you give me hope!!!

    Lana C.