Also, hate shopping, hate housecleaning and hate doing laundry, but if it is absolutely necessary, I can do it. But love to do the growing, canning, freezing, drying, cooking and eating part. LOL<<<
That is an awesome list of abilities.
Good for you.
I am with you on that child birth bit, “let someone else do it”.
I had one and I went with a Navy wife to play daddy, in the waiting room, except some smart a.. nurse decided that if I was playing daddy, I should go all the way and wait with Laurie.
LOL, it was her 10th baby and she spent all her ‘rest period/waiting time’ telling me “Don’t worry, it will go ok”.
Actually, I planned to have 5 kids and God said “One is enough for you, I have other uses for your time”.
At one time I could name 53 past Foster Children and there have been a few more since then.
When it came time for me to adopt Scott, and Bill to adopt Debra, we had a family meeiting, they were about 12 by then and the kids voted to buy a riding horse and save the thousands that we would have paid, we all used Bill’s name and Scott looks like my brother, or he did as a teen and Debra was short and dark haired like Bill....so we bought Katy a very old horse to go with the Shetland Stud Colt that Bill had fallen in love with at an auction.
It was beautiful and too small for any of us to ride.
Never, ever go to a horse auction, for something to do with the family on Saturday night.
LOL, then came another one that Bill never got around to breaking, an American Saddle Bred horse, with hair the color of a Clairol hair dye, about a light burgundy, which a lady we all loved used on her hair, Babe taught me that people can fly, if only 3 foot off the ground, if that fool, is so dumb, they pick up the 50 foot rope of a running horse and hold on tight.
>>>>the kids voted to buy a riding horse <<<<
I grew up riding - my father being a troubled store manager for Sears, he always insisted on giving a pony away to some customers child at Christmas. Well, It was my job to ride and test each one for about a month before Christmas.
Then when I started to school, we had draft horses (long story for another time) but I had one ‘Dolly’ a huge dapple gray Percheron mare that I rode to school (one room schoolhouse - grades 1-12) (See I told you I was old as dirt) I used to tie her by the barn door and climb up on the door and swing out so I could get on her - then at school I would stop next to the hitching rail and climb down onto it.
My parents each had Tennessee Walking Horses and I was given a 5 gaited gelding - we were visiting a friends father who had a caretaker take care of the horse when they traveled, and he was afraid of the horse and he whipped him one time, and after that whenever he came near the horse, there were going to be some boards missing from the side of the barn as he would kick them out.
Anyway, he asked me if I thought I could ride him and I said that I was sure I could... He said if I could, he was mine... I picked up a piece of baler twine and made a loop for around his nose (he was neck reined) and jumped on bareback and rode him 4 miles home. Best horse ever... (but I am partial).
In college, I got to ride a lot in Brandywine and Cheshire hunt country - with jumpers. We still have a hackmore 3/4 sized pony that we keep her back with the Dr.’s three horses.