Slowly getting the new group of 6th graders and the older kids I didn’t have last year acclimated to my way. Haven’t had anyone in days ask what I mean when told to, “go get your machine”, not has anyone corrected me saying, “it’s not a machine, it’s a Chromebook. ”
Last year I began to teach the kids to just humor me, I’m old, just go with the flow. I get the biggest kick when one of the yahoos use one of my old sayings…they really do listen! Now if they’d just start picking up on “flying under the radar”, it’s something my mother has told me kids for years…”just keep under the radar, you get in less trouble that way.” It’s funny how they are so surprised when they get in trouble doing something they’ve been told numerous times to not do or they’d get in trouble.
Not always an easy job, but working with those junior high kids really does brighten my day more often than not.
The dogs LOVE electric blanket season!
From the time I was a little girl I knew I wanted to be a farmer and a stay-at-home mom just like my mom and dad. There was never a doubt in my mind that I was going to be a farm girl FOREVER! As a farmer’s child I think you are either born with the love for the farm or not. My brother and I were born with it, our sister was not. While we were outside riding horses or messing with the livestock, sister was in the house reading or off in town with her friends.
Although my dream of having an Old MacDonald’s type farm didn’t quite work out for me, we are still in the ag industry and have slowly built our small acreage up over the years and have too many horses, a Zebu bull, a dwarf Angus heifer, one longhorn cow and her two month old calf. I have my pumpkin patch and flower garden I love to go out and pull weeds while listening to an audio book or a podcast or two. Old Boy and The Boy have begun a small hay baling operation after having a harder and harder time over the years of being able to find good small square hay bales. Times have gotten harder to find high school aged kids willing to bale, so big round bales have become the way. I so enjoy watching My Guys head out to bale. Guess it gives me that Days of Old type feeling.
Before I was born my dad farmed with his family. Months after I was born we moved off the family homeplace to our own place to farm about 20 miles away. Grandma and Grandpa had retired and built a new home in town not long before our move. Often Grandpa would come out and work on the farm, but the days of farming with the family was over.
Not a large scale farm by any means, dad had plenty of land and cattle to merit a full time hired hand until the mid-80’s when the farming crisis hit. By that time Brother had graduated high school and college and worked along dad on the farm while also starting his own cattle herd and small livestock hauling operation.
My folks were fortunate enough to have survived the hell of the 80’s, but did have to scale down a lot and have to work their way back again. In his 70’s now, dad has been able to scale down again, of his own accord this time, and do just what he wants to do. He has his longhorns he raises, he still has a section of land he raises corn, alfalfa and oats. He still has his roping horses, although not as many as once. He still ropes, although not as often as he once did…a hobby he’ll never give up…along with the farming he’ll never give up.
Thinking of my life without the rural lifestyle, and all that comes with it…I can’t even imagine and wouldn’t want to either. I quite honestly believe it’s in the blood.
We’ve made it past midweek, the end is in sight! The past few weeks seem to have gone by much quicker than the previous few. The school year is starting to run down it’s clock and for that I am thankful! 25 school days to go!
This spring has been a challenge at school…kids tired of school and wanting summer break to come, adults getting on one another’s nerves, snow and flooding popping up to burst everyone’s bubble that spring was finally here.
Something has changed lately, maybe just the spring air that finally has arrived and seems to possibly be staying. Adults are getting along better and we seem to be getting more cooperation from the kiddos. Not sure what it is, but definitely not questioning it…just enjoying that the days seem to be moving by at a better speed.
About a week ago I finally had enough of two teachers who I feel have really decided they don’t like me and have made it more than obvious and somehow have been able to let it go. The one I seem to not notice so much anymore or maybe she’s realized she can’t get to me anymore and ignoring me back. The other has talked to me everyday this week and has been civil. Guess my soft heart should have learned how to let it go a long time ago.
A couple weeks ago my schedule was changed a bit in the afternoons and now have 6th and 7th grade study halls instead of just the 6th and now with a 7th grade girl in the afternoons…amazing the amount of maturity one grade level shows…enjoy both my 6th and 7th graders but can definitely have a more intelligent conversation with the 7th graders. Today’s word that confused them was debonair…so had them look it up…they have a new word in their vocabulary!
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