I've been thinking a bit about why I blog. I really don't think that the average person has the desire to know what I'm doing, thinking, feeling and whatnot. It's pretty therapeutic to blog actually. My family and I live a lifestyle that most people don't understand. People say to me why don't you just buy the stuff in the store, and blah blah blah. On my blog I can talk about my goats, making butter, my baking, the joy that I feel watching my little chicks scratch around with their mommas and I don't have to see people's eyes glaze over as they try to feign polite interest. This way I can delude myself into thinking that there are people hanging on my every word regarding the best uses for goat poop, or what to do about the hen that insists on hatching chicks out every year and then can't for the life of her keep track of her children. This is my life, and I love it. I don't ask my friends of family to understand it, only to accept it, which for some people of my acquaintance it seems to be very very difficult. I live the life I choose and I love it. My husband and I are a team, we've never spent a night apart in 13 years, we don't go out without each other, and in the evening when my husband is home, my place is at home getting his supper ready for him. This is a very hard pill for my women friends to swallow. Why they think it is any of their business is anybody's guess. I don't judge the way that they do things and I wish to heck that they wouldn't judge the way I do things. I have to listen to so called well meaning friends telling me that I'm too wrapped up in my family, I need interests of my own, I've got to get out more. I cannot get people convinced that this is my life and I like it. I've been a homemaker since way before I ever got married, taking over the cooking when I was around 13, making my first hand quilted quilt when I was 12 (I still have it too). Anyway, the point of this post was to reveal why I blog..........I guess it is so that I can state my passions without being told that I'm wrong, or odd, or weird, or strange..........LOL! My goats make me happy, my chickens make me happy, my garden makes me happy. I get immense satisfaction from getting a pail full of milk morning and evening, heading into the hen house and seeing the nest boxes full of rich brown eggs, picking green beans at 5 AM. These aren't legitimate interests to a generation of women who prioritize shopping, running their kids to activities 5 nights a week, going to the tanning bed, or talking on the phone (cell or landline) every free second. I don't spend alot of time with women friends because their interests don't interest me.........if I could find a group of women homemakers, who feel about marriage and family the way that I do, and about the woman's role in the home, then perhaps I would have more close women friends that I would want to spend time with.........that I why I blog, to connect with women who live the same type of life that I do..............we are a spread out group ladies, a dying breed. I hope to raise my daughter to be strong, independent, and yet submissive to her husband (and yes you can be both) I pray continually for her future husband, wherever he may be, that they will find each other when the time is right and that they will love and respect each other the way that the Bible teaches us to respect our spouses. Being a "goodwife" has gone out of fashion, but not here, not in our home. I love my husband, defer to him, and have no problem submitting to him. Of course I chose my husband wisely, and he loves and respects me in the way that the Bible says he should. If he didn't then I would be putting myself in a very precarious position to be that submissive because he could take serious advantage. But that doesn't happen because my husband is a Godly, God-fearing man! We discuss, talk, plan, and bounce ideas off of each other all the time. My husband respects my opinion and values my views and ideas. When I say that I submit to him what I mean is that his word is final. After we discuss and hash ideas out, Daddy P gets to make the final decision and I abide by it gracefully and graciously. I don't pout about it and he doesn't rub it in my face. It's very hard to explain unless you've got that kind of thing yourself, and if you do, then you already know what I'm talking about. Anyway, this post has become pretty much a rambling mess and for that I apologize. The point is this......we should all live the lives that we want to live, and to heck with what the world at large thinks! We shouldn't have to defend our lifestyle to anyone, whether you live in a high-rise apartment in the city or a trailer on 5 acres in the country. As long as you are doing what you love, with the ones that you love that is what matters! Until next time.............
GOD BLESS FROM GOODWIFE FARM!
Saturday night and Sunday morning we went cat fishing at a local lake. We had decent luck........caught two 3 pounders Saturday night and a 4 pounder Sunday morning. The one Sunday morning had a small cache of eggs in her so they will be getting ready to spawn and then the fishing will be hot! We'll go back this coming weekend and see if we can't catch a nice mess of big cats for the freezer! Nothing better than a nice fat catfish fillet! 
