A little time on my hands....

Time on my hands... is there really such a thing? A little extra time? What does it mean? To me, it's time to think. I think about us, the kids, the farm; gosh, so many things run through my mind.  Trying to make sense of it all, trying to live the good life, trying to be the best I can be.

I am the third of nine children, all red headed, and fair skinned.  We spent our summer days milking, swimming, baling, and canning. Winter days were spent in school, and milking, feeding and attending school sports games in the evenings. Our lives revolved around the milking schedule of the cows.  This is the only life I knew.  

Twenty-three years ago, I married my best friend and also his cows. One would think that I would stay far, far away from anything dairy, but I guess love is blind. I can't imagine any other way of life. 

Earlier this week, I had the chance to spend a day in the big city. I even drove! Trust me, this is a MAJOR undertaking.  I was so nervous, but with my sister and mom telling me exactly where to go, it was okay. 

While in the city, we met the Pioneer Woman and her husband, Marlboro Man. They are both so nice and just all around gracious people.  I want to be just like them when I grow up. ha ha! 

Follow me as I introduce farm life and all that goes with it!