There is a reason this blog is called the country girl experiment. It is one gigantic
joke experiment every day. It’s a perfectly woven tapestry of opposites that is fused together through marriage to create this thing we call us.
I was tricked into moving into the desert. If Cowboy had not been so good-looking and his wrangler wrapped behind was not so purty, I’d have never agreed to it. Id have stayed close to the pavement and coffee shops and art stores where normal people live. I’d have never agreed to this insanity. The amount of poo generated alone is enough to send me screaming into the streets… if there were any streets.
I have found that in spite of my oppositional and defiant beginning, I am kinda loving it here. The sky’s are enough to make you breath deep. There is something about this place that takes your breath away and makes you think about the One who created it. It’s Inspirational and peaceful and calming. It’s a great way for kids to grow up. It’s home. It’s where Cowboy is.
OK… I love it. I said it out loud. But don’t tell Cowboy. He gets all big-headed when he thinks he’s right.
Thought it was time for a little bit of an updated tour of the goings on around here.
The Metcalf Ranch-a-lette in no particular order.