Knights Becoming and a Lady in Waiting

Farmer Girl

I've been re-reading Shurleen's post about "You're Not the Boss of Me" and trying to remember what DH and I have disagreed with over the years.  Hmm.  This may take some thought.

It's not that we don't have our disagreements.  For example, he doesn't believe in tomatoes.  Tomato sauce, tomato paste, or catsup, sure, but chunky, juicy, delicious bits of tomato... no.  My pasta sauce and salsa have never been the same since marriage came along.

DH is an inside-the-house, laze on the couch, city boy.  Okay, to be fair, he'd take me out dancing if I didn't have two left feet, a dislike for techno music, and a passion for NOT being in a crowd.  But he's just about in bliss when he can slump on the couch, flip on the TV, and shut down for an hour or two.

You've probably already guessed, but I'm an outdoorsy, get moving before someone thinks I'm not working, country girl.  My dear spousal unit once remarked that he has never seen me just sit and do nothing (hey, I can do that-- it's called SLEEPING).  When I watch TV, I'm usually making next week's menu, reading a book, perusing curriculum, or doing my exercise-- or all four at once.  I could spend all day out working in the yard by my lonesome.  I dream of a house in the country, some livestock, and a real garden.

We've compromised a bit.  We don't live in the middle of a big city (for which I am consummately grateful-- we've already done Los Angeles, thanks).  We don't live out in the country with our nearest neighbor a half-mile away.  We live in the suburbs on a decent plot of land with a slightly ungroomed yard and a haphazard garden.  He gets up and takes care of the chores I try to remind him of without nagging (a very fine line, I assure you).  I try to sit down and only do two things at once-- and even occasionally manage to just cuddle with him and do nothing.  (Give me a second here to recover.  I broke out in a cold sweat just typing that sentence.)  I've even danced at a wedding or two, although any video of the event would probably not be described as dancing.

Yesterday I had been uncharacteristically lazy and hadn't gotten much done all day.  I looked over at my husband as I prepared to get moving and said, "Well, guess I'll get the dishes done, then get Prince Berryboy to clean the cat box, Prince Derryboy to sweep up the litter, and Prince Dannyboy to feed the cats.  Then I'll go change out the rat cages and give them a little exercise, feed them, and put them back in their cages.  I think I'd better get the recycled goods out to the garage and get that laundry folded before it wrinkles.  Oh, and don't let me forget to water the garden and feed our woodland creatures (squirrels and birds)."  I finally paused for breath and waited to see what he would say.

In his usual, deadpan style, he looked me straight in the eye, shrugged, and said, "Well, you've always said you wanted to live on a farm."

*thud!*  I wanted the romantic farm, with the rooster crowing at dawn (just don't wake me up!), the cows coming home at sunset to be milked, and the kids playing outside all day until they're as brown as little nuts.

Still, I guess I owe him a trip to "the city" for letting me have my menagerie, my garden, and four kids.  Or maybe we'll just cuddle on the couch.  Farm girls can cuddle.

hm.`

7:49 AM, May. 30, 2006 .. Posted by MuckFootMom

hm. I can relate to your dh and the couch potato thing. I can not relate to the never-sitting-down farm girl thing. 'Cause me? I'm the Queen of Wasting Time.

sigh.

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8:09 PM, May. 30, 2006 .. Posted by nsremom

Your post made me laugh. Being married is so fun and FUNNY. sounds like you are your man are a good compliment to each other. In my marriage we call it THE pedal and THE brake. He's the pedal, I'm the brake. you can't drive a car without both. :)

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11:40 PM, May. 30, 2006 .. Posted by giggles3

That is too cute!
I used to be a mover and find that I am doing it more often when my hubby just wants me to sit (especially when it is a movie), but my hubby likes to keep the couch held down. We both want to do things but always seem to "just forget about it". He has rubbed off on me sad to say. I get excited to do things, like a BBQ with all the trimmins and lots of family and friends but then the excitement goes away and nothing ever happens. I just need more energy.
being laid back isn't always bad but can become a problem, at least in my case.
Thank you for sharing, it made me smile.
Many Blessings on your week,
Christina

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10:33 AM, May. 31, 2006 .. Posted by HoweyHomestead

I want the romantic farm too! One where the animals take care of themselves, the "farm" is always looking in proper order and the veggies - from my garden of course - are known for miles and miles. Hmmm - today is not the day that that will happen! If you figure the romantic farm thing out, let me know!
Robbin