Sue's Question...

Sue has kindly answered my challenge by asking a question.  Do you really think I meant that?  Of course, it is a difficult question to answer...and has three parts.  Why not something easy, like...oh, what is your favorite color?  Thank you, Sue!

And the question is:  What kind of life had you imagined for yourself before you ended up on your very cool farm?

I am too old to remember the answer to that!  It seems that all the good things have been my dreams and the bad, my nightmares.  I have always loved to write and imagined one day that would play a part in my life. I do remember telling my mother, I was going to marry a man that would let me have as many dogs as I wanted and I have always wanted horses.  So I guess I am living my dream...sorta.

For years, my hubby wanted a farm.  I said, no, we cannot keep up with three acres, we can not do a farm.  Circumstances  brought us here and we cannot keep up, just like I told him, but the pluses of being here far outweigh the minuses

Years ago, before reality bit me, I had dreams of being a veterinarian, an archaeologist, a computer genius, and a writer.  In a way, those dreams have come true.  I am always doctoring some animal, digging up stuff on the farm, playing on the computer and writing.

And would you trade it now?

I don't think I would trade it as much as improve it.  More cash and more workers would make life simpler but that would be true in any one's life.
 
Has the daily lotion made a difference? Are your heels as soft as flowery petals in the spring?
 
The lotion, I think, is a mental problem.  My feet were extremely hot during labor, the lotion solved that problem and cooled them.  My feet are still hot, not in the soft flowery petal way but temperature wise.  The lotion still does the job along with keeping my feet out from under the covers.
 
Thanks for the question...that was fun.  Stop by and visit Sue and just for me, ask her a hard question!

Journaling Women Has Asked...

 I knew SHE would ask a  hard one.  It's that journalistic blood running through her veins.

Question:  If you could choose your job, including any dream, talent or skill, what would it be?

Well, JW, you asked for it!

I always loved to write but other than a few poems and short stories, I have never been published.  I have not actively pursued that career so I will call it a hobby.  I saw a friend from high school that asked me what I was doing and after the answer he said, I imagined you would be drowning in manuscripts by now.

So, all of that to say, I would love to be in a position to try my talent/skill? at writing for the love of writing and for the enjoyment I may give others.  Hey, wait, maybe I am doing that already!  How about changing that to writing well enough to bring in some money...it does help make my world go round.

This was a serious question and I am taking it lightly, sorry.  If I could choose any job, talent or skill it would be to practice veterinary medicine.  I love animals, always have, always will.  (I try to hide that on my blog, but I think you guys are onto my secret). I do not want to sound as if I am boasting but I seem to have a connection with four legged animals.  Can't explain, always been that way.  The first time I went missing, as a baby, I had followed a pack of dogs away from the house.  Mom found me, safe and sound and happy as a pig in a mud puddle.

I  love to paint and love that feeling I get when I am "in the zone".  I lose time and myself.  I did not paint until much later in life.  I choose a talent that allowed me to play with painting and would at least make enough money to buy more canvas.

Summation:  DVM,  Occupant of Best Sellers' List, Artist

Another question: Would this choice of job be the same as when you were in high school?

This is almost the same as high school and I just realized that I am living part of my dream.  I wanted to go to vet school but after Mom and Dad had sent two girls through college, I did not want to put them through that again.  Vet schools were rarely accepting women and the chance that I would be accepted at all ran very low so I chose a computer school, the up and coming career in the early seventies.

After messing with this darn computer program,
 I am glad I did not go into computers,
Or maybe I should have,
I was too young when I graduated.
If I had gone, maybe the blooming alignment
would not be so hard to set correctly.
I could have written a better program.

The man told Mom I scored the highest of any tester
even when I had taken the test
while talking,
chewing gum,
and swinging my legs at the table.
She did not tell me that til years later.
I wonder why.

I have enjoyed this question
If any one else has any,
I will be delighted to answer.
Maybe before the next question,
I can figure this darn alignment thing out!!!