A day in the life of The REAL Housewife of Snohomish County isn't glamorous. I know, I know...I'm bursting the bubble of your view of my reality...right? Well, it had to be done at some point.
Here on the farm, I find myself thankful most days that no one is around to see what truly happens during my waking hours. Most days it's a struggle to get out of bed...not because I'm lazy. Well...maybe that's the reason. But I like to blame it on Cooper. that dog is seriously the best snuggle buddy in the world. And in the mornings, when he knows its time to get up...he tends to nuzzle even closer, making it almost impossible to get out of bed. That's right...I'm shifting the blame to Cooper. That's the great thing about being an adult, you can shift the blame onto unsuspecting children, or in my case, animals. :) Sorry Cooper...but that's how I roll.
Okay...I suppose that before I go any further I'll address the elephant in the room. An no I'm not talking about the extra winter pounds that I've put on. I'm talking about the fact that I've not blogged since last April. What happened to my, "I promise I'm going to start blogging again" post? Well, again, it's Cooper's fault. Okay...that's not true...it's Puck's fault!
In all seriousness...life has been clicking along here on the farm. And because of that I find that I tend to share more on the RHOSC Facebook page and Instagram...and less here on the blog. Well I don't share anything on the blog anymore. It seems like we've been conditioned to want our information in 140 characters or less. Or better yet, in pictures with small captions. And I find that while it's easier...I don't necessarily get to connect in the same way that I used to.
Every year when New Year's rolls around, we find ourselves making resolutions that we know we won't keep. I tend not to make any...that way I'm not disappointed in myself. See how that works? Try it! ;-) But I won't lie...I always think about the blog. I keep thinking that I'll sit down and type out a post and that will kick my ass into gear and I'll be blogging up a storm! Well...that's as far as it gets...the thinking about it. So I'm sitting here now trying to keep myself from getting caught in the same ol' rut...the rut that keeps me from sitting down and blogging. From sitting down and spewing forth whatever is in this head of mine out for all of you to see.
But...we'll see if this time it sticks. And I hope that you all are taking bets...make one of those calendars...place your bets on when the last blog entry will be. And if you pick today...I won't be angry! I may think you're a jerk...but deep down I will know that you are probably smart for choosing today. But then a part of me will go...I'm gonna turn this hater into a motivator! And I'll be all gung ho and ready to prove you wrong. (But you still might want to pick today.)
Okay...that's out of the way...so where was I? Oh right...my glamorous life. The past few months have seemed like one long rainstorm. Sure you'll say, "But Brian...you live in a rain forest." And I'll shoot you a nice smile and say, "You're right. I'm so silly!" When in reality I want to glare at you and say, "Why don't you take your opinions and shove 'em where the sun don't shine, Sarah!" (I don't know who Sarah is...but that's the first name that came to mind.)
Winter in the rain forests of the Pacific Northwest are wet, dreary and seem to go on for ages. We will sometimes get snow...but it rarely sticks around long. But I relish the days when the temps dip down low enough to freeze! Because for that brief window in time...the mud freezes and the stink freezes with it!
The winter also ushers in the days when the chickens become good for nothing, free loading, ungrateful jerks who demand food while giving nothing in return. And while the ducks and geese love the water...they tend to look like muddy beasts who can't seem to ever get dry. But I keep thinking that one day soon, hopefully, spring will come. And then summer will be close on it's heels! And then I'll be writing a blog (that's right...I plan to at least write one post in the summer) about how hot it is and how we've gone 37 days without a drop of rain! And wondering aloud..."I thought I lived in a rain forest!" see how that works? Here in the Pacific Northwest we are never happy with the weather. And we are never happier than when we are complaining. :)
A day in the life of The REAL Housewife of Snohomish County is far from glamorous. It's filled with mud, wet/smelly animals, rain and the occasional appearance of that bright, yellow blog in the sky.
But I will tell you one thing about each day...no matter how much I complain about it all...I'm the luckiest housewife around. I have an amazing husband, two great dogs, a beautiful home, 5 acres of gorgeous rain forest...and I life that I wouldn't trade for anything in the world.
Until next time...Keep Cookin'!