I'm a preschool teacher, mom of 3 children, and a "wannabe farmer's" wife. Also, I think I'm amidst the early stages of Alzheimer's. Perhaps someone poisoned me in my childhood and caused my memory issues. Maybe it's hereditary. Regardless, I can barely remember anything. (Why the heck is spell check telling me amidst isn't a word?? dictionary.com says it is.)
If you'd asked me 10 years ago, "Where will you be in 10 years?" I never would've dreamed the answer would include terms like "chicken coops" or "canning".
People who knew me 10 years ago would laugh if I called them up and said, "Hey guess what? I own farm animals. I can garden crops every summer. I'm married to a man who wants to be a farmer!"
No one would've believed it, myself included. It sure is funny how things change. There is never a dull moment around here, it seems!
I'm also a photographer wannabe. As in, I have a fancy schmancy camera and no photography skills. So please excuse the crappy photos on my blog. It's not their fault. It's totally the camera's fault. Stupid camera never does what I want it to do.
In my spare time I take bad photos, make believe I'm either Cake Boss or Paula Dean in the kitchen (minus the oldness and the weight and the health issues), pretend I know how to sew on my sewing machine (when, in reality, I can't even sew a straight seam), and make scrapbooks that no one reads.
I'm also a photographer wannabe. As in, I have a fancy schmancy camera and no photography skills. So please excuse the crappy photos on my blog. It's not their fault. It's totally the camera's fault. Stupid camera never does what I want it to do.
In my spare time I take bad photos, make believe I'm either Cake Boss or Paula Dean in the kitchen (minus the oldness and the weight and the health issues), pretend I know how to sew on my sewing machine (when, in reality, I can't even sew a straight seam), and make scrapbooks that no one reads.
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