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!
HA! persnickety has got to be my new fav word! If i had juicy dish on my hubby like that I'd make a banner and put it out where all our friends could view, and laugh, and view again..and laugh again! good stuff!
BTW- I'm not evil, I swear ;)
you could kick my arse on the ranch as could yer MIL.
Ive changed my mind. please DO change the sheets in the bunkhouse.
I no longer think Im hardcore.
Too funny. I suspect she could still beat me at arm wrestling with no problem.
Your MIL is my idol!
my 92 yr old grandmother often tells me that "the good old days" weren't really that good......compared to modern conveniences of today :)
Sounds like the stories my 4'10" grandma from N. Dakota would tell! I still have great-aunts and uncles who are as tough as nails, and could probably beat anyone down here arm-wrestling.
Rupal - that's too funny. I don't think a banner would be a good idea here, though. Perhaps a full-page ad in the newspaper.... :)
Miz - MIL is 80 now, and has had both knees replaced. You might be able to take her....
Okay, I'll change the sheets, wimpy.
:) Suppose now you'll want blankets, too!
Hilary - I'm too chicken to even try arm-wrestling her!!
TA - she's mine, too!
Annette - the "good ol' days" really weren't... :)
Oh, Missicat - we were posting simultaneously. Yup, those farm folk are tough. Really tough! They had no choice.
Wow...I bet it was easy to keep you kids in line if you could beat them at armwrestling...:)
Makes me feel lazy when I hear about that stuff...
The thing about growing up with people who had such experiences is that you never turn on a water tap without subconsciously being aware of the miracle. Water just comes out of the wall! And electric light. And refrigeration. It's all amazing.
Mary Anne in Kentucky
Geo - yup, I'm pretty sure MIL didn't have any trouble keeping her kids in line! They all had to work hard, too, to help her out!
Mary Anne in Kentucky - that's so true! MIL did not have running water until 1986!!! They had electricity before then (sometime in the 1970's)but had to carry water from the well until they built the new (current) house.
Wow, MIL is one tough lady.
Tricia - she is that! The stories that she tells of the things she used to have to do make me so glad I was raised in the city!!!
(I'm such a wuss.)
Oh wow, I bet she didn't have to use a kettle ball or free weights or blasted pilates videos to stay in shape. I'm sure you're appreciating your electricity even more than usual : )
Emily - nope, she got enough of a work-out with just her daily activities!
And yes, I really do appreciate all our modern conveniences!
None of the hard work or inconvenience phases me a bit. It's the lack of modern bathroom that woulda killed me... No hour long bubble baths for that woman!
LOL, the first time I told my grandpa I was going to the gym to lift weights, he almost fell out of his chair laughing. Then he told me about his mother who, during the Depression, would send the kids to school - and then take in (other people's) laundry, shovel walks and dig up all the winter root veggies in the garden during the day. Apparently, all the sons in the family behaved for her, because they all knew she could kick their a$$e$!!
The Ranchers mother has given me hope of being able to tackle crazy intense physical feats like that:) Power to us wee 5ft tall ones. So much fun hearing those stories from "the good ol' days"!
My 17yo has been able to beat me in arm wrestling for YEARS. I remind him that I still outweigh him, but if I sit on him, he can push me off.
Your MIL would probably put him to shame.
I coulda sworn I commented earlier. It is hard to imagine that when we were kids, whining about having to clean our modern conveniences, they were hauling water.
Oh, ya, the good ol; days! You can appreciate your hot bath today when you think about bathing in those old small washtubs, melting snow to get water in the winter, and who wouldn't appreciate their inside bathrooms now when you froze your a--ses off running to the outside outhouses in the heart of winter! Your MIL experienced it all ! That's what makes her such a tough lady!
Mealmixer - I know exactly what you mean - I cannot imagine having to go to the outhouse in the middle of winter...
Marste - my MIL is now 80 years old, and I'm thinking she could still kick my butt if she wanted! (if she could kick that high....and she probably could!)
Sagan - glad you enjoy the stories from the old days - I'll have to post some more of them.
kcinnova - my MIL could put a lot of young'uns to shame!
Reb - yeah, we had it pretty easy in comparison to a lot of people!
Redbush - Brrr - just the thought of using an outhouse makes me shiver.
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