Last weekend, in a brief moment of remote control ownership, I tuned into basic cable and saw a very disturbing show called "Rich Bride, Poor Bride." I watched two episodes and didn't see what I would call a "poor" bride--although actually, after they blew their budgets, both brides probably did end up poor. One couple spent about $75,000. They talked her out of having live peacocks at the reception. That makes me think about my own much simpler but very nice-for- Farmersville wedding over a decade ago. In many ways it was a disaster. We were engaged for a year and a half; we had plenty of time to plan but fates conspired against us. By the time we got to the week of the wedding, we had buried two people on the guest list and paid our respects to a distant uncle. One of the people we lost was my husband's grandfather who died Monday, we had visitation Wednesday, funeral Thursday, rehearsal dinner Friday, wedding Saturday. How his grandmother handled
My crazy life as a farm wife, mother, and corporate flack.
Holly, I just found your blog - you crack me up! My husband is absolutely in love with pigs (from his 4-H days) and someday we hope to have a couple of 'em. He want's a big show pig operation but we'll have to start small...of course, with the price of good ag land, I don't see that happening in the near future! Right now, we're at a small church 2 miles from Yellowstone National Park in extreme snow country. I don't think the grizzlies or wolves would take to kindly to any porker neighbors. Or - perhaps VERY kindly, come to think of it...
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Thanks for stopping by my blog, Hannah. I hope your husband gets to pursue his show pig dreams--like mine does every day. Stay warm this winter.
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