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
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I knew the real you was in there somewhere! I enjoy hearing about all the work you've been doing. I know Race is proud of you!
Yes, but did you go to the grocery store that way? No? Then you're still ok. You can't go all Green Acres and wear a skirt and pearls while doing that kind of work! You sound like you were dressed for the occasion. And that if the occasion was a different one, that you'd look quite different.
Besides, you have *highlights* right now! My hairdresser had the nerve to have an emergency c-section three days before my appointment! I'm a mess now! (wink wink)
Besides, if Race had been around, you'd have stopped to apply lip gloss, right?
=-)
Cousin Melissa,,
Glad to see that you have launched into the more-self-sufficient life. I have been trying to do so for the past twenty years. Making advances but not yet there. We have a place in the country but live in an apartment in the city. I built a garden of raised beds but then Nicholas came along and I´m Mr. Mom so haven´t done anything with it the past four years. We´re going to make the move next year.
Fruits and vegetables are so cheap here at the farmers´ market that , for most of them, I just can´t see the point in investing hours of toil. I will, however, grow tomatos, potatos, radishes and okra. And that promiscuous weed, the zuchini.
Chickens, rabbits, one pig per year and perhaps fish will round out the menu.
You mentioned your junk and the problem of storing it. I´ve hauled crap around the world the past thirty-five years. My new rule is: if I don´t use it once a month I get rid of it. (I have boxes in the basement that I haven´t opened in fifteen years!!)
Keep it up, girl, and say "hi" to Troy for me. Tell him he can have all of my weapons for the costs of paperwork and shipping from north PA.
Cousin Dane
P.S. - Ask my Mom for her collection of Mother Earth News.
Amen, sistah!
From one who had to do an emergency color Monday night, b/c "she" realized there was no way she was going into surgery with roots. Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen.
And truly, I blame you for that. I didn't really used to care.
Hmmm, sounds like you described me on an average day--minus the highlights. At least dh thinks workout shorts with wellies is hot;o)
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