Lot's Wife

Do ya all remember Lot's wife? Of the Bible?


She turned to salt...

Mr. McD...calls me this on occasion....especially when we are

here......this is HOME....not home away from home...

I live at the home away from home...and have to come here...to be home.


Do you see where I am going with this?


Yeppers...I miss this place like...well like a long lost love....

this is where 3 of my 7 babies were born...and it was the first place the other 4 visited, when they were weeks old...

This is home...afterall.....we own burial plots here...and it is God's country.


Don't get me wrong.....I do love it here.....

But this is where my heart still is.....because we do this...

...and the kids can loose themselves in this....searching for bugs, or lizards.....we may have brought home one or two...

..and this handsome fella can feel at home in his boots....

We enjoy this......unless we land on it.....

and the beauty that comes from something so painful...always amazes me.

...and these two...well...they were corralled for a minute or two.

And there is this place.....when you visit you must eat here..I insist...and you must have their coca-cola...it is the best.....I promise.

And cousins were there...and well I was too busy cookin and stuffin my face with dutch oven potatoes and pulled pork, and talkin with family that I didn't have time to take pictures....but they are there, through thick and thin and inbetween...they are always there.  Sometimes like dried mud between your toes....but still they are always there...

and....two shared such wonderful news......I LOVE that kind of news!

Soooo....do you now understand why my beloved calls me Lot's wife?

Yes, I thought you would.....

One day, one day.....

and for those still shaking their head......wondering why....

let me explain....s l o w l y......

I am still looking back.....looking back at where we arent living...where is seems we aren't meant to live....but where I still want to live...and let my mckiddos grow up where their dad grew up...and where his dad grew up...and his dad's dad...and great granddad grew up....where their cousins are...and wide open spaces...and horny toads....

oh, you get the picture, yes, I thought you would...

So....if you hear mackdaddy ask for a lickin or two....he's not askin for a beatin'....he's just makin sure....his wife isn't turning to salt.....

Good not for me

I am making belgian waffles for dinner.....(mcdaddy might not be impressed...maybe that is why he isn't home yet)

and...I had lunch meat (honey turkey..if you really want to know) for breakfast.

I can do that....I am the mom, or at least I keep telling myself that.

I need an intervention, I needa, needa almost demand a  hypnotist....

I needa, almost demand an aversion to bread...and pasta....and sweets....and ice cold cokes....

but I can't know it......or I will fight it....

but heaven knows my mommy muffin, thunder thighs and bubble butt need an intervention.

But maybe tomorrow...I have to scarf a waffle with homemade buttermilk syrup made with real butter.....that was churned by the 8th graders on pioneer day.)  It is good not for me...well maybe the amount that I will probably consume, I will probably pass up the antelope sausage though....see I can say no to some things...

I will only eat one, I will only eat one, I will only eat one, I will only....

Maybe I can even exercise too......and get a  tan.....while I work on gettin the farm...

I did however buy a planet saving BPA aluminum water bottle....and remembered to bring the camera to #5's preschool graduation and picnic.   There, I feel better about myself. 


lovingly,

too fat for her fat pants but saved the planet....that's a potato...not me..though I could probably be one...all the starch flowing thru my veins

102 Reasons (ok...ten) why MY Kids Need the FARM

I have thought this through...since I was like eight......

and stayed my cousins that did live on the farm....

and they had it all.  They still do!

They were my inspiration.....still are....

They knew how to work hard and play hard.....still do!

In fact, if you go to my grandma's house....and look really hard through the stacks of magazines that probably date back to 1952, you will find my renderings of my ranch.  I had it all planned out...down to the fence.  It's the type A in me.....unfortunately for my kiddos, I didn't get the ranch and take my type A personality out on it ....they get me to plan their lives ........one day they will thank me for it......

at the therapists office....I tried, I really did!

#10 - The kiddos need a few garden rows to weed before they can go out to play - and I want the warm fresh tomatoes that I can bit into and have the sun ripened juice drip down my chin and onto my white blouse....because that always happens...to me.

#9 - The kiddos need a screen door to slam and a front porch to jump off of as they run to meet their friends....and I need the sound to remind me of how grateful I am for each one of those slams as my kids come and go.

#8 - The kiddos need a high wooden pole fence to scale and sit on as they watch dad work, big brother ride....or just the sunset. And I need to admire and oogle at my wrangler clad husband leaning up against it.  It's good for the blood.

#7 - JD...and all the mckiddos need a dog..not a lap dog..a goodness for real dog that keeps them company and protects them...and barks for joy.  I need one to scratch behind the ears as |I go up the porch to remind me the jo9ys of childhood...and to lick the floor clean underneath the said mckiddos!

#6 - The kiddos need to pull in their jeans and sheets, and white shirts off the clothes line, drink up the sunshine smell right then and there before they put them in the basket.  They need to feel the crisp cloth of the jeans as you pull them on - I need to feel how they make my stomach feel flat...because we all know that isn't going to happen anytime soon!

#5 The kiddos need to be able to pull on their cutoffs and sneakers, grab an inner tube and go float down the crick (Phonetically spelled...cuz I don't say creeeek)  kicking an splashing the whole way.  The girls shrieking when they realize the boys are going to dunk them.

#4 - My kiddos need to gather the eggs, and watch the foals play in the field, they need to watch the lambs being born and they need to milk the cow.  They need to watch the life cycle and realize that it is as God intended.

#3 - They need to know that their neighbors will not only tell their mama when they do something naughty, they will protect them when someone else tries to mess/gossip with/about them...because that is what you do in small town USA....and so that the cops don't get called when you are out on the four wheelers/throwing firecrackers/shooting bb guns.

#2 - They need the farm so that they can grow up with the door unlocked, the windows wide open and taste/feel/breathe in the night air, the curtains blowing in the breeze and the crickets making music, the rain on the roof and know that they are safe.

#1 - They need a farm because their mama needs the farm...to teach them to work hard, play hard and enjoy doing it both.

My city dwelling friends...I will visit you...I promise....I still love to feast on Sushi and see and feel the rush of humanity in the city.....but I need my space the rest of the time.

Love yer guts, one and all, city and country folks.

Keep praying for me.