CountryGirl Wisdom: 4-5-6-7

1 comment
For Fun

Yeah, so that daily attempt at writing something terrifical & editing a photograph & uploading both the words & the images here on this site EVERY SINGLE DAY for a MONTH, or even A WEEK, has failed. Flush the pot, ’cause my efforts have swirled and they’re goin’ down, down, down.

.

Sure as the sun comes up each morning, my family’s had a wee bit o’ stuff going on ’round here: hard work, emotions, tears, sweat, sweet, and recently some 17-hour-long dazey-hazey days. So if I flop and flail about like a fish outta water for this 31 DAZE blog challenge, phooey on Gilligan. Not, phooey on me.

.

A blog site does not a woman of God make.

.

Get it? Got it? Good.

.

Just what in the world do ya want from me today, this Monday, this 7th day of the month? (Do you wanna know how long it took me to figure out how many posts I’ve neglected since last Thursday? I had to take off my socks to count… And when it hit me that I coulda-shoulda just used today’s date, the 7th of October as my guide, well, I got my own foggy-brained self another cuppa joe.)

.

~ ~ ~ ~
Today’s 4-part message of CountryGirl Wisdom comes on the metaphorical heels of my Montana heritage, lineage, bloodline, history, etc. 
~ ~ ~ ~

.

4. & 5. Speaking of coffee, when I drink caffeine I become WonderWoman in Wranglers, only with lots more energy. And minus the invisible airplane. Basically I zing around the castle LIKE MY PANTS ARE ON FIRE. And if I sip of the dark brew anytime after lunch, I’ll be A FART IN A SKILLET come bedtime. And there ain’t nobody in my house who fancies that.

.

hi-ho silver sd

.

6. Many years ago whilst traveling with my little sis and her son, we made the usual and mandatory pit stop at my Montana cattle-ranching kin’s place. It was lunchtime so we sidled up with the rest of ‘em for some grub. I declined the meat portion of the burger and I tried to explain the definition of “vegetarian.” They just sat slack-jaw and looked at me over their wrinkled noses.

With a sudden and hard slap on the table, the lady of the house, my great-aunt said, “Well, I reckon she can eat the burger with no burger. Just look at her! If a strong wind comes up she ain’t gonna blow away like her sister over yonder.” She then nodded toward my 95-pound, svelte, blonde sibling.

Mrs. Rancher Wife continued, “Yep. Darlene’s not like these here skinny ones. She’s built different. She’s strong. SHE’S BUILT LIKE A BRICK $#*^HOUSE. Just pass her the pickles and tomatoes and I’ll eat her burger.”

Lovely. Thanks for the body image boost. I thought of that moment when the high school football coach asked me to try-out for the team. (<– for real, that happened)

Oh, and if you wanna substitute “out” for “$#*^” that’s fine by me.

.

9335sd7. Even though my grandpa only set his skinny lil’ bumm-diddly inside a one-room schoolhouse for a few elementary years, he had hardwork-smarts and he sure as shootin’ knew the value of a sweaty dollar. Whenever he caught me dawdling at a job or mulling over a decision, he would say, “Girl, YOU JUST BETTER POOP OR GET OFF THE POT. That’s all there is to it.”

Ga-reat, another take-away image that’s made me wanna poke out my mind’s eye for the last several years.

.

 

And that ain’t no bull. No. Bull. It’s only the hard and fast facts of my Montana heritage, lineage, bloodline, history, etc.  If you fancy lipstick on a pig, I reckon you best find yourself another site ’cause all I’ve ever done, and all I’ll ever do, is keep it real ’round here.

.

9311sdRemember: if you step in it, take of yer boots and leave ’em on the porch.

.

.

.

.

31 Daze of CountryGirl Wisdom:

1.

2.

3.

.

.

 

Advertisements

One thought on “CountryGirl Wisdom: 4-5-6-7”

If you have somethin' to say, I reckon this is where you should do it. (If you're a newbie hereabouts, your first comment will be held for approval - cuts down on spam.) Thank ye for chatting!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s