The comments under my last post had me guffawing out loud, especially AnnieSue's. Thank-you from the bottom of my heart AnnieSue, it is so wonderful to know that I have such wonderful friends looking out for me(sniff,sniff). And if you EVER see me wearing a denim jumper and Birkenstocks w/ my hair in a long braid, it should be seen as a sad cry for help and an intervention should be undertaken immediately!
You will all be happy to know that you can stop waiting and wondering. You can stop the pacing and the biting of your nails. Yes, you can all put your minds at ease. The pullets are blossoming. They are becoming women. Chicken-women. They've begun to lay eggs! (I knew you were anxious about it).
We actually have been getting alot done around here,which is great. But I've gotta tell ya... All this homsteadin' can throw a girl off balance. Make her doubt herself. WOnder about who she REALLY is.
Don't forget that I'm pretty much on my own here with Race at work and Austin off working this summer at Boy Scout Camp. Savannah and Jack are a big help, but thre's some stuff that I still just have to do the majority of by myself.
I hit a proverbial wall last week, when I took a good, long, look at myself in the mirror: Baseball cap pulled down over my freshly highlighted hair.Not in a cute way, but in that way that screams "I hate my gender!"... One of my nails was broken down to the quick, giving my finger that mannish-sort-of-look...... my right hand had a blister from using the hammer (the HAMMER!).... and I had a band-aid on my knee from cutting it on an AC untit that I had to install upstairs.
And we won't even talk about bug bites and chicken wire scratches(which, btw, are scarring!!).
And do you want to know what I was wearing??? My orange Nike yoga shorts(at least I'm still working out), a T-shirt, and my rubber wellies that come up to my knee. (shudder)
It wasn't a pretty picture, my friends.
I know, I know....I hear your "I told you so's".
Somethin had to be done. I am just not ready to concede that a girl can't grow her own vegetables, raise her own chickens, and still pull herself together in a way that she can hold her head high when she goes out. In a way that says, "Look at me.I still give a damn and I know what looks good".
So, tonight I decided to take action.
Tonight I have a movie on the DVR and an In Style magazine on the table. I am cleaning the chicken shit off my feet and giving myself a good pedicure. And a manicure, too.
You girls have all been there, right??....... *crickets chirping*........ RIGHT?
Ah well, no intervention needed yet.
Cheers!
Melissa
