Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Pioneer Woman I am Not

I think The Pioneer Woman is fabulous. Who doesn't? She is beautiful, knows how to manage her house and home, tame her cowboy and pull it all together with finesse on her blog. Even my own mother wants me to be like Ree. (hey, sweetie, now come in here and look at this girl's blog. i absolutely love it and i know you could have a blog like hers!!)

I do love photography and my little "punks" bring the greatest of joys to my life, but I don't have time to blog photoshop tips and I certainly don't possess that down home cooking instinct. Ree is a crack up, but try as I might, my funny gene is dormant. Also, I think people who homeschool are partially insane and you will never find a link for how to build a fence on my blog.

Most notably, Ree is a city girl countrified.

I, however, am a bonified country girl living who just happens to be living in the city.

I am a country girl at heart. Thus, when I go back to the farm I grew up on, it's like walking down a familiar dirt path with smells and scents and images that go down to the deepest part of my being.

I spent such an incredible spring break day yesterday with my kiddos out at Nana and Papas - it reminded me of who I really am, and sorry Ree (though you are amazing), that's not you.

4 Wonderful Responses:

Valerie said...

Your label, "funny farm", made me laugh the most. I am GLAD you're not the Pioneer Woman! Surely she really isn't just like what we imagine from her blog, you know? I loved this post! I really feel that deep down I am a country girl that just hasn't had her time to blossom out in the country yet. My husband and I talk all the time about wanting to move out and have some land. Maybe one day. Although I know a big part of that for us is simply so we can have more animals! Crazies, we are...

Shannon said...

I love the Pioneer Woman too, but seriously get just as much, if not more enjoyment, out of reading your blog. So true, once a country girl, always a country girl and I so understand those feelings of nostalgia. Our old homeplace is not in the family any more, but every once in awhile I drive out there, park by the bridge and take a deep breath and remember just how lucky I was to grow up there. So glad you can share a piece of that with your kids!

Mike said...

This post reminded me that I've been wanting to tell you about my other blog. You may already know about it. Can't remember if I told you or not.

You wrote about you love photography and you wrote about your little "punks". Well I have discovered the joy of photography and am learning the art of taking a good picture. And, my little "punks" are often good subjects.

So, starting on January 1 of this year, I've been taking a picture each day at the same time. 7:15PM. No matter where I am, I snap a picture then post it to my blog. If you want to check it out, it's clicketyclickclick.blogspot.com. I'd love for you to visit. I'm still enjoying reading about you and your family and how each of us are growing and changing since crossing paths at K2.

Now, we both have basketball game to attend to, so let's get back to it!

momof4kr said...

Your posts always stir up a hunger to be wherever you are...even this *City Girl* would have loved to be on that farm!