The Bag Lady wanted to discuss something serious with you today..... but she couldn't think of anything, so she'll spare you the agony!
She and the Rancher sat down last night and watched all the videos that she has made for her blog. He doesn't get much of a chance to see them - in fact, there were a few he had never seen. The Bag Lady is pleased to report that he almost fell off his chair laughing at the A(u)ntiFit video! She was a little worried that he would think she was totally crazy, rather than the slightly touched that he already knows about. Of course, she then had to show him one of Mizfit's videos so he would understand why she did what she did. The Bag Lady is sure that Carla will be pleased to hear that he thinks she has bigger muscles than he does.....
Speaking of muscles, when the Bag Lady and the Rancher were having supper at his mother's house last week, they got to reminiscing about the "good old days", and the Rancher's mother was telling the Bag Lady about a few of the things she used to have to do. First, though, you need to understand that the Rancher's mother is not a very big woman, even if she does claim that she's five feet tall!
She was explaining to the Bag Lady what life was like on the farm before they had electricity. They had some kind of set up to keep the water for the cattle from freezing in the winter. The Bag Lady won't go into great detail about it, except to say that it had a diesel engine that, as she understands it, was rather persnickety. It was prone to refusing to run in the cold weather, so Mother would have to bring it into the house to warm it up. Once it was warm, she would get it running, shut it off and take it back outside, where, naturally, it would refuse to start again!
The fuel for this engine was kept in a 45 gallon drum, which would be almost the same height as Mother, and probably weighed quite a bit more than she did! She would have to tip the drum over in order to get the fuel out of it. Around about this time in the story-telling, the Rancher piped up and said his mother could beat him arm-wrestling until he was 17 years old!
The Bag Lady is off to town today for yet another physiotherapy appointment.
Have a great day!