Bringing Home the Bacon

It's springtime on the farm. Time for pig sales , playing in puddles and for me to flex my vocal chords for another season of screaming at my kids: SHUT THE DOOR! SHUT THE DOOOOOOR! I was thinking the other day that it would be easier if I just stationed myself by the door. And it made me remember my high school days as volunteer waitress at the annual springtime  FFA banquet . In case you haven't had the opportunity to participate in a formal FFA opening ceremony, let me explain that it begins with each officer located in different places, with the vice president calling role. Each officer reports in that they are stationed by the door (sentinel), by the flag (reporter), by the ear of corn (secretary), etc. and the symbolic reasons why. So with utmost respect for FFA traditions, let me adapt this meeting format for a new era in my life. At this time I would like to call to order the Desperate Farm Wives Club of America. Let us call the role: Vice President: Playtime M

In my latest post on Dayton Most Metro I marvel at Husband's ability to plan his pig growth strategy months ahead, while unable to think 20 minutes into the future at home.

Some of Dayton's coolest bloggers have put together a terrific event for this week--an opportunity for Moms to relax with free food, great company, and awesome swag bags from a great group of sponsors . Shhhh, don't tell anyone but they accidentally included ME on the list of cool bloggers to invite. And before they realize what they've done, I'm going to invite YOU to come too! Registration is FREE ! Bloggers, tweeters, facebookers and just regular Moms who need a break are all welcome! Join us Thursday, May 6 at 6:30 p.m.