There was a time in my life that I was not a farmer.
Not that I'm really a farmer by any stretch of the imagination. We generate no income from anything we raise/produce on this little farm of ours. Our lives are not dependent on it. It is merely, what's the expression, a "hobby farm".
Nonetheless, it is still a farm of sorts, and it impacts the way we live our lives day to day. Here are a few examples of how our vocabulary, or at least certain connotations, have changed over the years:
Pre-farm Jersey: the small state with the bad rep where I spent most of my growin'-up years. Farm Jersey: the breed of cow most of our milk comes from on the farm down the road.
Pre-farm Lime: slice of citrus wedged into a bottle of Corona. Farm Lime: bag of powder to sprinkle over manure to dry things up and discourage flies.
Pre-farm Driver: the friend who gave up drinking for the night in order to get her friends safely home from the bar. Farm Driver: Heavy hunk of metal with two handles used to drive t-posts into the ground.
Pre-farm Her bag is full: Your friend has had a busy day at the mall and it's time to go home. Farm Her bag is full: Your mare's udder is big and tight and she's ready for delivery any time now.
Pre-farm Pick up eggs: Honey, will you stop off at the store to pick up some eggs? Farm Pick up eggs: Honey, will you run out to the hen house to pick up some eggs?
Pre-farm Bang a U-ey: Turn your car around in the middle of the road. Farm Bang a U-ey: Hammer a u-nail into a fence post.
Pre-farm That's a load of sh**: Someone has just tried to pass off an untruth. Farm That's a load of sh**: Someone has just sprayed a load of liquified manure onto the neighboring field.
Like Mr. Rogers used to say (paraphrased), Won't - you be - my Followers?
A Little History
Quite frankly, I don't know what I was thinking at the time. We went from 3 kids by birth to "oh, let's adopt a 4th" without a whole lot of deliberation.
While adopting said 4th (in Kazakhstan), we met a young man of 8 yrs by the name of Borya. Thought he was a pretty nice kid and years later found out we could adopt him too. Only thing was, he came as a 2-in-1 package with his younger sister Ylia. What the hay, said we, and rushed headlong into the adoption process. Again. To adopt two kids that were 10 and 13 at the time.
Started a blog to keep track of where my head was in this adoption game. When Borya and Ylia arrived home, we were suddenly the proud parents of six kids, ages 9, 10, 11, 11, 13 and 13.
That was back in 2009, but I still blog. I figure what doesn't make us laugh makes us cry, and I'd rather be laughing.
Also? We live on a farm(ish) with a few dozen critters. You're just as likely to read a post about the farming side of things as you are the parenting side. Thought you might want to know in case you have allergies or something.
As for the structure of this blog, I pretty much post on a daily basis, and I tend to be all over the place in what I write about, so if it's nice, neat and compartmentalized you're looking for, be off with you now, you won't find it here.
I do have some structure, though, I'm not a total bohemian. I roll like this:
Mon: Mirth Monday. A little somethin' to make you chuckle.
Tues: Sometimes Adoption Tuesday, sometimes A Tip For Tuesday, sometimes random thoughts.
Weds: Wordless Wednesday. Usually a photo or some artwork from myself or one of my oh-so-talented children.
Thurs: all random, all the time.
Fri: Farm Friday. Speaks for itself.
Sat, Sun: More random musings.
Feel free to explore and don't be shy -- drop me a line to say hello, and be sure to add yourself as a follower. Feeds my ego in a big way. I'm very insecure.
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