Ohiofarmgirl'sAdventuresinTheGoodLand-where ya been? whatcha been doin

[ohiofarmgirl]

hee hee hee! BBH that is hilarious.

Lori i love your Nanny! tell her i got a bottle of jack with her name on it anytime she wants to throw a couple back!

i dont know - the whole raw egg thing. i think i'm emotionally scarred from the first Rocky movie when he drinks that raw egg. gives me the willies! custard, no problem. VERY soft eggs, sure love em. raw eggs mixed in cookie dough or brownie mix? give me a spoon.

but just plain ol raw-ish egg? i cant do it.

besides the best holiday drink is a hot buttered rum! whooot!

 

[lorihadams]

OFG, one year when Nanny was living at a nursing home, we brought her out to the country for xmas day. My parents showed up with a bottle of homemade wine and she drank the whole daggone thing! I didn't think we'd ever get her back to the nursing home......man that was a fun Christmas!

 

[Farmfresh]

My hubby's "granny" went to the doctor and complained about not sleeping well, so the doctor told her to drink a couple of glasses of wine each evening. Then she started complaining of having headaches more often. They finally found out what was going on. It seems she liked the sweet Mogan David wines best and was drinking two to three WATER GLASSES FULL every night! This from a little tee-totaling her whole life, 100 pound Christian lady! No wonder she was having some headaches!!!

 

[ohiofarmgirl]

great googlymoogley!!! wait... i'm snorting and i cant type.. wow what a gal!

i guess if you arent gonna go big you should just go home? swing for the fences granny!! wow that gives me a headache!



but for now i have the most perfect cup of coffee... yummmmmm

 

[FarmerChick]

what you got that coffee laced with?
heheheheeeeee



and don't be saying bacon?

 

[ohiofarmgirl]

well golly if it isnt bacony then whats the darn point!

did i tell you that i found a chocolate bar WITH bacon in it!?!? seriously:
http://www.vosgeschocolate.com/category/bacon_and_chocolate

and i love that its "Mo's" - my fav name right now is Moby Obediah - i'm pitching this as the next baby name for our family (no! not me!!!). and we named one of our kittens Little Mo to show everyone what a great name it its.. hee hee hee

and

i got a request from The Big Man for more gingerbread pancakes and BACON for breakfast. so's i gots to get on with it. whoot!!!

 

[Quail_Antwerp]

Well, since I started the whole eggnog that led to drunk grannies conversation, I s'pose I must confess that I took a long hiatus (is that the correct word??) from egg nog due to the fact that E and I made a serious fax paus while trying to make "real" nog and I have to stick strictly to non-alcoholic only.....this is after the 2 year hiatus from nogs in general....for the longest time just the mention of egg nog would send me running for the bathroom or reaching for a paper sack!

 

[ohiofarmgirl]

Ive been thinking lately about how I got here. Sometimes people ask how I did it and mostly I just shrug and say I dunno. It all kinda happened pretty fast.

But heres the long, short-version of how it all happened. First, you know I used to have a big life, right? Fat, cushy job in an industry some folks would die to work in, money oh yeah, lots of money. I had a NICE house in town, the works. But I was in a bad situation and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I had to get out.

My life was unsatisfying and Id sit in my office and stare at my vacation pictures and wish I were anywhere but sitting right there. I dreaded going to work every day and I spent my big money making myself feel better because I worked so much. So I worked more so I could buy more things to make myself feel better. It was a vicious cycle. And it wasnt doing me any good at all.

So then a lot of things happened. Some of them didnt make sense at the time and some of them I cant really explain. I began preparing for some big change but I didnt know what it was going to be...but I heard the distant rumbling of thunder and I knew something was going to happen. I read books about how to change your life. I asked myself what I do if I werent afraid. I started researching, of all things, farming.

I was a gardener in the city. In fact, I was pretty good. People barreling thru my in-city neighborhood would screech to a halt in front of my house and call out good wishes for my gardens. I was proud of my postage stamp sized vegetable garden. I hated working outside in the yard as a kid and had done everything I could to avoid it. But now, as an adult, it was the only thing I could think about. The soil called to me. And I had that vision gnawing at me... of standing in the sunshine surrounded by fields of corn and hay. Yes there had to be something to this..

I bought a couple of books on how to start and how to run a farm. The biggest eye opener for me was sitting in a trendy breakfast place eating a $15 plate of eggs reading Ten Acres Enough - The Classic 1864 Guide to Independent Farming. I was shocked at how similar E. Morris decision making path was to mine over 100 years later. But I loved that he had faith in Provision and boldly pursued his calling.

Soon, a series of complicated of events happened, and then all the levers and switches clicked just at the right time, and all the stars aligned. And then it happened.

Now earlier in the summer I had prayed very hard that The Big Man, who was living here in Ohio, would get laid off so he could spend more time with me in civilization. I know, I know it was all about me. Well wouldnt you know he got laid off. And so he started spending more time with me in city. Which he hated. So then, I started praying very hard that I would get laid off so I could do something. Anything. Whatever this big change was going to be I was ready for it I just had to get out of this job and get some money in my pocket. My favorite teacher says that success is when preparation meets opportunity. I was ready come on! Let me have it!

I knew a lay off was coming there were the tell tale signs the scurrying about by the HR folks, the tech support guys who wouldnt look you in the eye, building maintenance guys walking around with blueprints of the offices yep, the writing was on the wall. Monday was the rumored Big Day that they were handing out the pink slips and and nothing. Dang. At the end of that day of hopeful waiting nothing. No call into HR. No package of severance and COBRA information. Nothing. So I walked into a buddys office and wondered, What do you have to get laid off around here? He didnt have any answers. So I went home sulking.

The Big Man happened to be visiting me and so the next day I took him to the airport. I dropped him off and headed to work. Slowly. I was late for a standing meeting with my boss and I didnt care. I had a meeting with her The Day I Was Supposed To Get Laid Off and it was a disaster. She wanted me to time index my standard set of slides. She wanted me to tell her exactly how long the presentation would take. I knew exactly how long the presentation took and I told her. But she wanted me to tell her that on slide #5 I would be 7 minutes and 32 seconds into my schpeal. Are you kidding me?

Anyway. I was late when I got there but I called her for our standing phone meeting. Dutifully. I braced myself for The Slide Discussion again.

She began, You know, sometimes MANAGEMENT makes decisions and they are very difficult..

My ears perked up and I stopped sorting my inbox and turned toward the speaker phone, suddenly interested. Could it be? Could THIS be the day? I was about to have a Price is Right moment come on down for the Lay Off Lottery!!! Could I be so lucky!?!??!

And even tho MANAGEMENT makes these hard decisions. She was stalling.

Say it.. come on say it I thought. My heart was beating fast! This was it! I was free! My prayers had been answered!

So THEYVE decided to.

I couldnt wait for the wind up anymore so I blurted out Whats the money?

What? she was shocked.

Whats the money? Youre laying me off, right? Quick, what is the money? What is my severance package?

At this point she started stammering so she needed help. I gave it to her.

Sheila, pull yourself together. What is my severance package? Just tell me how much money it will be. Just bottom line it for me.

Clearly she was annoyed that she didnt get to give me her whole prepared speech and Im fairly certain someone else was in the room with her. I was ruining her big show. After a few seconds of tripping over herself, and possibly more prompting from me, she blurted out a figure. A Very Nice figure.

Will you hold on, Sheila? I barely caught her surprised, and somewhat shrill, WHAT when I put her on hold and dialed The Big Mans cell. He answered.

Dont get on the plane!

What?

Seriously dont get on the plane! Im coming to pick you up! I got the lay off were driving home in 2 days.

True to form, completely unflappable, The Big Man just said Ok. Ill be out front.

Back to the clearly flapped Sheila who was still on hold. I picked up the call again and asked how long I had to stay. She thought it would be great if I would work thru Friday but I didnt have to stay after I signed the papers. I thanked her for making me feel so valued but no, thanks. Id be leaving on Thursday. Where was the pen? Where do I sign?

And that was it. Well, there was the minor point of me running down the halls skipping and yelling gleefully: Wheee! Im retired Im retired Im going to go and be a farmer!! People came out of their offices to see what was going on. I smiled and said, Back to your cubicles, corporate monkeys! Im goin country! Yeeeeehaaaaawww!!! And that was the end of my corporate life.

Over the next two days The Big Man, who was in fact standing out in front of the airport when I went back for him, and I packed up my house and my two cats and on Thursday we left. It was December and it just so happened that we drove between two snow storms the entire way. The Big Man drove like a demon possibly because he thought I might change my mind. But I didnt.

So the cats and I settled into a big drafty century farm house for the winter. We stunned The Big Man by shoveling out his bachelor pad and creating a home. No, honey. Golf posters with motivational slogans are NOT art. Neither are holiday edition beer cans. I got a dumpster. And filled it. We all felt better when all that crap was gone.

When the spring came we worked together to shovel out the old hen house, tilled up the old barnyard for a garden, and made the property grow again. I sold my house and had a huge moving sale. All the nice things I had in civilization would be useless on the farm. So I donated all my work clothes, found homes for my good stemware, packed up a truck full of stuff including Old Bess my double oven, old timey stove and gave the city the finger.

Of course, nothing really ever goes exactly according to plan. We had some bumps and some setbacks but we kept on keepin on and we worked it out. And when it didnt work out we just did something different. Like when we moved from the old farm to this new place. But that. Well thats another story altogether.

 

[hikerchick]

Dear OFG-

That is a wonderful story. However, I am jealous.

Signed,

Still a Cube Rat

PS -I have no man, large or small.

You done good.

 

[noobiechickenlady]

Wow, that was a great story.

Back to your cubicles, corporate monkeys! Im goin country! Yeeeeehaaaaawww!!!

That's beautiful!!!
I dream of the day I can give the corporate honchos the finger and some David Allen Coe.

PS, If I have walls that go all the way to the ceiling, am I still a cube rat?