I do as I please, free as a breeze, just bummin' around.

My cousin Betty recently told me, "When we were kids, I thought you had a perfect life.  You could run around in the woods any time you wanted to, you could play as much as you liked."  
I don't remember her exact words, but that's the general idea.  The reason she felt this way was that on their farm, a short distance from my Grandma's house, kids had chores.  If green beans needed picking, some of Uncle Leo's four kids picked them.  Aunt Mary saw to it that the kids did the dishes.  Of course, that's how things should be.  
I was spoiled, and Betty is right.  I did whatever I wanted to do.  My mom finally had a baby, it was me, and nobody was going to make me march to their tune.  
Guess what?
That is still how I live my life.  I'm not saying it's right, but I don't know any other way to do things at this stage of the game.  My parents spoiled me, my husband has spoiled me, and God Himself has treated me like I'm His only child.  
So while many of you are cleaning house or holding down a job or sewing or ironing or doing yard work, I am doing whatever is fun.  I really don't care about your big house; I'm happy for you, but I don't need it.  I guess I'm a hippy at heart:  If it feels good, do it.  

I take a lot of pictures while I'm enjoying my animals:

Annie having breakfast

Two calves cavorting

George playing peekaboo from under Gracie's belly

Jake the orange cat, meeting George

Thank goodness most of the world's population is not like me.  Nothing would ever get done and we'd all starve to death.  But I like to think perhaps the world needs a few free spirits like me, just so I can show you things you otherwise would never see.  Besides, I make the rest of you look GOOD by comparison.     

I don't decorate.  I don't clean house like I should.  I will not iron.  And don't you DARE tell me what to do!  

That's how I roll. 

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