Confessions

I've decided to try and do two "Confessions" per-month.  I just happened to do them both today, on the same post.  I'm thinking that having these little ideas and 'structures' will help me to keep the bloggity-blog updated :]

1)  I wish I lived somewhere in the Southern United States.

The kind of south pictured in Sweet Home Alabama, almost any country music video, or Pioneer Woman's cookbooks.  

The kind of south where you have to walk 100 yards to get to your neighbor's house, where the wheat and corn fields blow in a warm breeze, where the town feels partially abandoned on Sunday mornings.

  The kind of south where drinking sweet tea from mason jars, where waking up at 5am to feed cattle and gather chicken eggs, where fried chicken and gumbo-feeds are a normal Saturday night occasion.

  

The kind of south where Friday night football is everything, where the ladies who work at the hair salon know all the latest gossip, where old men sit on benches on main street and talk about the 'way it used to be'.

If I wasn't absolutely convinced that this is where God would have the Husby and I to be, we'd move.  In the blink of an eye.  Arkansas, Georgia, Texas, Kentucky, Tennessee, Alabama, Louisiana...any would do..among others.  I'm totally infatuated with the idea of a slow-paced life, warm summer nights, family and God being most important and church being a community affair.

I'm so tired of the hippie, oober-liberal, hemp-wearing, all-organic life here in Oregon Eugene.

I want horses. Cows. Sheep. Pigs. Chickens! A goat. Puppies...so many puppies.  Lots of land, big fields and fenced in pastures for the animals.  Do I know the first thing about taking care of all these animals..no.  But I want to learn.  Am I normally an early riser..no.  But I wish I had good enough reason to be, and a farm would be it!

I know that this Southern-utopia exists somewhere.  I know there's a small American town that does the 4th of July up big, prays before sporting events and has HUGE county fairs.  I'm sure it's still around.  It's gotta be.  It can't just be a fantasy in books and movies.

2)  I always joke that I was born in the wrong decade.  

I would've been a wonderful 40's or 50's woman. Ha.  I love cleaning, cooking and taking care of the house.  I cannot wait to be a mother and to have children to take care of and raise.  I'd love to wear cute dresses and heels everyday.  I love that my husband takes care of our finances, is the head of our household and has the final say on our choices/decisions.  I love the idea of not working and my place being at home.  NOT because I'm lazy or women are 'incapable' of being a part of corporate America, but because that is the way that God intended for it to be..and that's truly what I love doing.  I like the cooking, cleaning and laundry to be my responsibility.  I don't expect the Cowboy to do any of those things or to offer to help.  He does offer and does help, but I don't feel that he has to. At all.  I'd be just as content doing them, if he never offered to lift a finger.
I love trying to live my life as Proverbs 31 teaches in the Scriptures, and am thankful that the Lord has provided me the opportunity to do so.