My husband would/will kill me when he sees this title.
He HATES Oprah. Now, I'm not talking about the he doesn't like Oprah in the way that I don't care for "cold cheese" (only melted, thank you very much). He DESPISES her in the most authentic way a person could despise something.
Thus, when I was watching- secretly -Oprah on Monday, I saw the ad for Wednesday's show, where Michael Pollen would be talking about grocery shopping and the American food supply. Great, the American farmer bashing could begin and Oprah could lead the charge. Ugh. It was not until my cousin, a Farm Bureau Manager, contacted me and urged me to visit Oprah's message board regarding this show that I realized how much I believed in defending our life out here. So I wrote on her message board. . . using my first and last name as my username- DUH- that's how new I am to online message boards! After I hit, "accept," I waited, and soon people responded to me, and after I got over the high school feelings I had when people disagreed with my perspective, I made a decision to blog.
And here we are. Thanks, Oprah. . .yet another way that my bathrooms will remain unclean.
Seriously, though, posting my soapbox statement on oprah.com made me realize that many people do not understand what it is truly like to live out here. . . sure my suburban and city friends think it's cute that we have cows, love that we run big green tractors, and marvel that I am almost 30 minutes from a Target, but do they really know what it's like to have the thought cross our minds that the crop might be terrible and what that could mean to our family?
So, it is my quest now to be completely honest. I am confessing what it is truly like to be a "Farm Wife." What it is like to live on a gravel road: the good, the bad, and the dirty. . . it's all coming out.