About

I am strong willed, ambitious, over-committed, and loud. Let’s face it, I am loud. I laugh hard, drink heavy, and love my friends. Many times people take me as insensitive, unappreciative, or you know, that witchy word. But, those closest to me accept me for me. I work in agriculture. I hope working hasn’t scarred my kids, but I am hoping the college saving will be forgiveness for not always being there. I know, no amount of money or stuff makes up for time, but groceries and mortgages must be paid.

I was raised in rural Illinois on a small dairy farm with a large animal veterinarian dad and Lutheran school teacher mom. My brother has taken over the family farm back home and my sister is a teacher. I tend to be the black sheep in many areas of my life.
I swore to my dad I would never marry a dairyman because I wanted to take vacations. Well, I lied. I married a dairy farmer and hence became a farmer’s wife. Not really the typical farmers wife. Basically, I am not a typical wife. But, after five years of marriage, I became the wife of an ex-dairy farmer and wife of a grain farmer. The poor dairy prices left us no choice but to sell. We were in need of some capital improvement when we were also having our equity slipping away. The hard reality of farming.
I have a housekeeper because I suck at keeping house. I have weeds in my flower beds and my daughter’s hair looks like Edward Scissors Fingers cut it because she keeps trimming it herself.
Thankfully, I married a man who loves me for all my flaws. My life isn’t exactly what I had planned when I finished my master’s degree, but now I can’t imagine anything else.

The hubby and I have been married for nearly 7 years. We met shortly after I moved to Indiana. And when I say shortly, I mean like a week after. We started dating about two months after that point. Engaged after about three months of dating. Married after a six month engagement. Wanna guess when we got pregnant with Boo? Day eight of marriage.
He is a retired dairyman. Welder, Mr. Fix-it, builder, repairer, electrician, plumber, Farmer. He has those rough, been working all day, calloused hands. You know what I mean.
Boo is really a tender hearted soul. He loves Batman, Wii, is addicted to Sponge Bob and iCarly. I baby him. I was a baby when I had him, let’s be honest. I am in denial about this Kindergarten thing happening in the fall.
Did I mention he loves Batman? Especially the BLUE Batman with muscles.
It’s good he is a superhero. Someone is going to have to ward off all the evil boys vying for the Princess’s heart.
Here is our Princess. Isn’t she cute. She is 23 months younger than Boo. I can’t say she was quite the surprise Boo was to us. I had hoped to have kids close in age. If we were going to have kids, I didn’t see a reason to drag it out for 30 years.
She is four and hasn’t fallen far from her momma’s tree. Stubborn, headstrong, sweet, and lover of all things food. Some days I have to convince her to eat her meat. That is not so much like her mother.
Meet Sheldon. He is our beagle. We adopted him from the local animal shelter. He is lazy. He doesn’t even bark on a regular basis. Poor Sheldon had heart worms when we adopted him. So, when I go run I have to be sure he doesn’t run after. He might die with all that activity.
As soon as I try to get a picture though, he comes right for me to itch his ears. Poor guy has ear mites.
When I won’t take care of it for him, he does manages to do it for himself.
Then in a moment of weakness, we got two kittens. I am not an indoor pet person, so we have all had some major adjustments!
Custard is our calico.
Bailey is our tiger stripe.
And then there is Doc. My husband’s dog. Most of the time the kids avoid him. You see he is a red heeler pup. The Australian Cattle dogsare fantastic herders. When cows are not present running children work for herding.
He also tries to catch rocks when Princess throws gravel in the air.
Sometimes they even race each other to the driveway. I am not sure who is more excited.
Really, we are happy bunch. Living on a small piece of land while we are recovering from being dairy farmers. We still raise corn and soybeans, and I am sure show animals will continue to make their rounds in the barns.