Finally---I am a blogger

Have resisted the urge to blog for quite some time but at 10:50 pm, I have finally taken the plunge. I guess that I am looking at this blogging thing as a chance to record some of the happenings in my life. Although I always thought that I couldn't type as fast as I could talk, 23 1/2 years as an RN has taught me otherwise. My handwriting has gotten a tad sloppy so I have resorted to typing my memoirs---however dull they may be. Memoirs seems like such a snobbish term---maybe just everyday happenings is better. Who even knows if this all will fly or pan out? Life is hectic---I need not tell anyone else that.

Where to start? The fact that I have been married to the same person for over 26 years would be a beginning. Notice that I did not say "happily married." Not that I am not happy with my life, it is just that my married life has been interesting to say the least. I married a dairy farmer so I knew just what I was getting myself in to---or did I? Nothing would have ever prepared this city girl from the experiences on the farm---a dairy farm no less. The closest that I ever got to a cow was Elsie, the cow on the Borden milk container. In all these years, dh has never had the same excuse for coming home late from the farm---he must have written all the excuses down as to not use the same one more than once. Cows have calved (freshened) but it is never the same cow. Cows have gotten out of the fence but never the same cow. Don't let anyone ever tell you that baling twine works just as well as barbed wire. It is a notion that I am still trying to explain to the mil.

The mil. Don't let anyone ever tell you that it is easy to work for your family, let alone the mil. When we first got married, life was good on the farm. I decided to return to college for a career change. Dh told his father about the major change that was going to take place in our life---more importantly the fact that our income was going to be drastically reduced. Not a problem according to dear fil. There would be a raise when I returned to college in January. Slight problem was that not only to he suddenly die of an MI (heart attack for you non-medical people) but he failed to tell the mil that dh was to have gotten a raise. Did you ever try to ask your family for more money? Had I stabbed myself with a dull fork would have brought less pain. As you may have guessed by now, life on the farm had changed dramatically. I went from the new dil to the new witch on the farm. Not to displace the original wicked witch---and I don't mean the witch from the Wizard of Oz. She was sweet compared to Aunt Elsie.

Just mentioning her name brings a shudder to all who hear it. Dh has said that you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar but da_n, if she hasn't been nice after all these years, I would try a different tactic. Being Italian and more importantly Sicilian, I tried to explain to him that I had family members who could make such a problem "disappear." He has never taken my advice so he can now blame his ulcer on Aunt Elsie. Matter of fact, he should name his ulcer "Aunt Elsie." She is old---older than dirt. But she is not very nice---at least not to the family. You know the type. The people in the community think that she is just the sweetest little think. Hah!!! They have never seen her in action. The more that you do for her, the meaner she is. She loves my 16 year old ds but probably because he will/can carry on the family name. He once argued with her about something and I guess that she thought that he would back down rather than argue but he didn't. She then accused him of "having some of his mother's blood." She said it like it was a bad thing. She is forgetting that I am Italian---and Sicilian.

Speaking of being Sicilian brings to mind my great-grandmother Prudence. According to my mother, my great-grandmother had a great sense of humor where I feel, I have gotten my great sense of humor from. Why else would I not only have stayed married all these years but have not killed him for all the fun that we have had? By the way, I would be acquited by a jury of my peers if I did. But anyway---I have had to have a great sense of humor.

More another time.