Today was my dad's birthday and I neglected to say it this morning....but Happy Birthday Dad! He said he doesn't celebrate birthdays anymore...which makes it really easy on the rest of us...we don't have to go to all that trouble of getting a cake and a card and singing the song. Heck, we don't even have to call if we don't want to....but I've now put his birthday in the blogsphere for everyone to celebrate...except him...of course!
This is also the birthday of a very dear friend, Debbie Lee. She's a city girl and doesn't understand my attraction to the farm life. She says we work too hard, get up too early and don't take enough time to go shopping! And when I make my own bread she is in awe....yes, she is easily impressed! I've actually had her down here on the farm and she has helped me milk cows, so I have to give that city girl credit for trying my lifestyle.
Debbie has been good for me, she keeps me feminine...like she takes out of my chore clothes into my civilian clothes and makes me go shopping. She points out all the new fashions that I should be wearing, all the shoes that I should be buying and of course in her eyes, it's a sin of your underwear doesn't all match. She's a gold card member at Victoria's Secret.
She's also our pastor's wife...and there are days when I feel sorry for him! She is not your typical pastor's wife. She is decadent with everything and isn't afraid to let people see she's a real human being with flaws just like the rest of us. Honestly, Mike and Debbie have been wonderful friends through the years, we are blessed to have known them. I'd better quit, this is sounding like a funeral eulogy!
This is also the birthday of a very dear friend, Debbie Lee. She's a city girl and doesn't understand my attraction to the farm life. She says we work too hard, get up too early and don't take enough time to go shopping! And when I make my own bread she is in awe....yes, she is easily impressed! I've actually had her down here on the farm and she has helped me milk cows, so I have to give that city girl credit for trying my lifestyle.
Debbie has been good for me, she keeps me feminine...like she takes out of my chore clothes into my civilian clothes and makes me go shopping. She points out all the new fashions that I should be wearing, all the shoes that I should be buying and of course in her eyes, it's a sin of your underwear doesn't all match. She's a gold card member at Victoria's Secret.
She's also our pastor's wife...and there are days when I feel sorry for him! She is not your typical pastor's wife. She is decadent with everything and isn't afraid to let people see she's a real human being with flaws just like the rest of us. Honestly, Mike and Debbie have been wonderful friends through the years, we are blessed to have known them. I'd better quit, this is sounding like a funeral eulogy!
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I'd like to weigh in on your question about BST being a bone of contention among farm women...
I think most of us like to talk / commiserate / seek support about everyday things - meal planning and prep, laundry, motherhood and wifehood. However there are many women that seem to always be seeking a place to set their soapbox. Schooling, birthing, and health treatments seem to be among the most popular topics (or perhaps it is just my stage of life). When people’s careers are centered on a niche market or include a controversial aspect (i.e. organic) I have learned to expect the soapbox to appear at every opportunity. Now I must say that I have learned quite a bit from the soapbox lectures. I tend to be a middle of the road gal. These gals are passionate about their topics and have helped me solidify what and why I do what I do. However I have learned to avoid those hot button topics (or conversation altogether) with many of these women.
Women tend to be more passionate about things and less likely to let a difference of opinion go. Men tend to be more businesslike. It makes sense to me that your "adversary" has observed women having heated discussions over BST. I would chalk it up, not to the topic of BST, but to our (women’s) ability to blow things out of proportion and not realize when we need to shut our mouths. (I suspect that if anyone tried to attack the dairy industry, the same women that were at odds regarding BST would join together, and that same passion would be the mortar of an impenetrable fortress.) Now really, is it appropriate to debate BST with your hairdresser? grocer? a remote wheat farmer? The most appropriate person for a dairy gal to wrestle the BST issue with (other than her husband) would be another dairy gal.
I pray that maturity and grace cover these (and many other) offensives in my life. I hope that women who openly carry their bones of contention, have friends to kick back, have a cup of coffee or glass of wine with (depending upon the time of day, of course) and laugh about laundry, my 'tween daughters latest hairdo and the chicken poop on the back step (because frankly it's NOT funny when it is on the front step and company has just pulled into the driveway).
I look forward to checking your blog again soon - and the compilation of results you send to Trent.
I'm so glad you found me too! How fun to get your perspective from Idaho! So far away from here and yet so similar in lifestyles.
I think you nailed it right on the head of the soapbox..although I've been known to climb up there on occasion too!
I agree with you on what farmwives talk about on the rare occasion that we are all together...there's so much more meaning and encouragement when we compare piles of laundry and meal planning! HA!
Well, I'm currently working on my compilation of results...stay tuned and welcome!
Melissa