Who Am I, Really?

So in anticipation or preparation of my blog on ruralwomenrock, I've been thinking about who I am, and what makes me a "rural woman".  Hmm.  Here are my thoughts, in no specific order:

I love shoes

therefore my closet isn't big enough

I laugh at my calves when they get out....

then see the hay bale on the other side of the fence

I have a hard time relaxing

and feel most relaxed when I walk outside, see all my little creatures

sing to the horse, give him a kiss

and pet the kittens

My husband and I are both workaholics

and together we could accomplish anything

(its a good thing we don't work professionally together tho,

someone would have to be the manager, and we're both a bit bossy)

I have 2 rules in my house/on our property:

no taking the Lord's name in vain

no littering--we have trashcans for a reason

I'm the only person I know who can holler at her cows from the porch

and they know what they need to do....

get back in

I don't wear white after Labor Day

or before Easter (who are those people anyway?)

I talk to God.....

sometimes he talks back

Someday I will figure out the difference....

between a planter and a disc and a cultivator

(really they all look similar to me)

I love when I see my hubby walking with his Dad

they both have the same gait, pliers on the right side,

and complaining about the same things

I love wine

and you will always find some kind of alcohol in our house

I love finding a vintage skirt

at some thrift store for $2

I love my Sunday School and VBS kids,

but don't see myself as a mother

I love wearing a fabulous gown

or fat pants and an old sweatshirt

I love that I see God's handiwork everyday

I love that I can laugh at myself.

So what makes me a rural woman?  I guess I'm just a woman--who lives in the country.