Thee Farm Wife

Thee Farm Wife

Monday, December 30, 2013

Welcome...

if this is your first time visiting Down on the Farm! Consider yourself one of the lucky ones if you received a Christmas card from us..because I stopped at "M" (I think) and will try and finish in the next few days...otherwise, Happy New Year!

We have been battling influenza in the month of December. I have gone through gallons of bleach and cans of Lysol like no other. It was 40 degrees this past week and I opened windows. Washed all of the bedding. And wouldn't you know it, I finally caught it after everyone was on the mend. 

It is now 7 below zero and snowing. The snow is pretty if you don't have to go anywhere. Which I don't. Because The Farmer went to town yesterday and got us milk and Mt. Dew and Pepsi. That's stocking up :) I am making bread today. The only thing we are lacking is cheese. I always freak out when there's no cheese. Not even a slice of American to be found. No cheese topped casseroles. No tacos. No grilled cheese. It's almost an emergency. Only not. Because I always overreact. 

I always try and explain that I live like the pioneer women of old. With electricity. And internet. Ok, and a bread machine and washer and dryer and hair dryer and refrigerator and lights. Ok, I live in the spirit of the pioneer women of old. I am the direct descendant of Marjorie Murphy. She left the East Coast on her own and settled in South Dakota on a claim. By herself. A woman. Pioneer women did not go to town everyday. Or have play dates. Some home schooled. That means children in the house. All. The. Time. They raised the food for their family. Canned and preserved and baked and cured. They were mother, doctor, teacher, referee. And they didn't have a big ole house like I am blessed with. My point is, I don't need to go to town everyday. I like to write real letters to friends. Some days, I get to bed at 11 and realize there were 100 other things I could still be doing. And then it's back up at 6 and start all over again. It honestly doesn't bother me that I don't have Girls Night Out. Or go to the mall. I am just as content with a long phone call to a real live friend. I hate Facebook. Really. I do. It's an excuse to not connect. To stalk. To say "praying" on someone's status without following through. 

A pioneer woman has her man around her. All. The. Time. Do you know all that that entails? That takes true love and dedication. And a whole scoop of humor. Because if you stop laughing you will start nagging. And that never gets me anywhere. The Farmer will pretend he can't hear me in a heartbeat if the nagging starts. So, here's the secret, I cook him up some good food. Fried in a skillet. Meat. Potatoes. Something good for his soul. And then I strike! Works every.single.time.

In conclusion...HAHAHAHAHA...what I really want to say is that it's okay to embrace womanhood. Being a mom. A wife. A teacher. A friend. Your way. Life is not an ongoing Facebook post. It is not pinnable on Pinterest. Life is you. Living. Loving yourself. It's messy. There's poop. Puke. Boogers. Fighting. But there are also sweet kisses goodnight. Sticky cheeks. Piles of dirt to play in. The first smile of the morning.

That's how I choose to live. How about you?


Sunday, December 22, 2013

It's going to be a White Christmas!

We were supposed to have a big storm but so far just a few inches and now lots of sunshine and
world so white and bright and beautiful. But it's too cold to go out and take pictures. That and the fact that I am snuggled up in my office, listening to worship music on Youtube and drinking homemade mocha latte.

Recipe:
2 packets powdered milk
1 cup instant coffee crystals
2 cups powdered coffee creamer
1 tsp nutmeg (optional)
Half a mason jar of sugar (don't even ask)
2 cups Nesquick

Mix it all in a big container. Add 3-4 TBS to 10 oz of boiling water. Stir and enjoy! If it doesn't taste sweet enough - add more sugar - or more chocolate - or coffee - just adjust it to what you like!

Next time I am going to add powdered French Vanilla Creamer.

Now, I know this probably has like a billion calories, but I don't care, because it makes me feel all warm and happy and that's all that matters :)


A peek inside our living room

Different seasons of our willow tree



"Showgirls and bling, it's a Cattle Chick Thing!"
 
Weigh-ins for fair were yesterday.
See the messy kitchen? That's how I roll. So tired of seeing "perfect" homes and pics on Pinterest and blogs. Let's be real here. Life is messy. Get over it and stop comparing yourself to everyone else. Now, if you really need help because your home is a stinky mess, that's different. I highly recommend www.flylady.net Go there. Like now.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Trust and Obey



My Aunt Lorena loved this song. Thinking of her today - and the truth in this song...we just have to trust and obey because there is no other way!

Monday, December 16, 2013

A few joyful moments

K-K-K-Katie is c-c-c-cold! This girl is my fav, even though she tries to head butt me every time I get in her face!


"I'm digging!" 

Annual Date Night for The Farmer and me

Using my new camera to capture the beauty of our farm. 

And the manure...that piece of equipment is what we call the "turd hearse"!
Cody and John working together.

My favorite camera angle. My favorite penguin, too.

Manure, it's part of life. You have to deal with it eventually. You know. Scoop it up and fling it. Try it.
 Get rid of all of the sludge that holds you back and prevents you from growing. Use it as fertilizer. Trust me.
Once the stink goes away, life is much better my friend!

Sunday, December 15, 2013

How can one even begin to express in words the joy that is contained in one's heart? J.o.y. Buried beneath the pain and the suffering and the loneliness. Joy. Joyful hope for tomorrow. Joy in the truth that I am saved and sanctified and set aside. For a purpose. Joy roaring up out of the depths of my soul. And I share it with you. Pure and simple joy. Whether you are in the midst of difficult circumstances. Loss of a job. A loved one. A wayward child. Joy. Gratefulness. Thanksgiving and praise. Open your eyes. Open your heart and begin searching for that which was lost. When bitterness and grief and rage stole your joy. When it slipped out of your grasp and you gave in to the darkness. Open your eyes and look for that little flicker of light. See the gift in the moment and seize it. Grab hold of the gift and see it for what it is. Joy. Joy in all things. A child's laugh. Bells ringing. Snow gently falling. The first robin of spring. An unexpected visit from an old friend. Rain that finally comes. Cookie crumbs on the table. See the joy. Expect the joy. Be grateful for all He has done. When something becomes a burden think back to when you prayed for that very thing and remember the initial joy. The birth of your child. Your wedding day. A home of your own. Take back the joy and live.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Winter blahs

it's not even technically winter yet and I already have it...the blahs. The "I do not want to go anywhere or get dressed or eat anything besides chocolate" blahs. I am not depressed. I am starved for sunshine and warmth. So, I light candles that smell like warm cinnamon vanilla, I bake cookies, I curl up in a nice snuggly blanket...and I wait for spring.

I lovingly tend to my houseplants. My whatchamacallits are blooming. My indoor rose bush is setting new leaves. There IS life in winter. And soon, and very soon, we celebrate the birth of our Savior. Why just one day? Why dont we celebrate His coming every day of the year? His coming is so very dear to all of us. His going we don't want to talk about so much. 

Hope. That is what I need a good dose of. Hope that He is coming again. In an even more glorious way then He did on that one bright morning 2,000 years ago.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Sick day...again

Zoie Lee is here this week. Which makes me ecstatic. Because she is so stinking cute. And she talks ghetto like me and it makes Uncle Farmer all flustered. "We don't say ain't." And I reply, "Where we come from we do." And Zoie and I giggle. 

Jaiden has been running a fever. 103 last night. Poor thing. She is so quiet. Which may be a blessing :) that girl can certainly talk your ear off. She wants chicken noodle soup. With the long noodles. In a coffee cup. 

We received an inch or so of snow. The world is frosty and white. Unmarked. Until the dogs run all over and ruin it.  

And now AJ is up and running. 

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

My girls



Abby, Jaima and Jaiden in my messy kitchen, making cookies and memories...

See, I've learned that it doesn't matter if you wait to do the dishes so you can play with your kids or read them a story, eventually they have to be washed, and will get done, but you can never get back that moment of togetherness. Of course, we could do the dishes together, but I am of the strong opinion that that is absolutely no fun at all.

And, I could have cropped and photoshopped this picture, but that wouldn't be keeping it real. So many times in blogland and Pinterest you see perfect pictures. Do you really believe that their counters stay clean ALL.THE.TIME? Or that their living rooms are so perfectly decorated and organized? Those are staged photos and they make us as women and moms feel like we don't have it all together. Well, girlie, I got news for you, you ain't perfect and you never will be this side of Heaven, so quit trying. Relax. Have a cup of tea. And enjoy life.

Or take a half hour and watch an amazing video from Billy Graham. There are three videos and I had forgotten how powerful Dr. Graham's messages are. They are not full of Christian babble or judgment - they are uplifting and life changing. Let me know what you think.

Blessings to you on this foggy,
Eeyore day.