Farmhouse Life

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Farmhouse Life

 

I am originally from Las Vegas. A place where you can literally fry an egg on the sidewalk in the summer and the interior of your vehicle gets so incredibly hot during the day that people have tried to bake chocolate chip cookies on the dash board in their cars. True story. I saw it on the news so it must be true. It gets to 120 degrees on the pavement during the day in Vegas and in my former life as a law enforcement officer, directing traffic or standing on a crime scene for 6 hours was just plain ovenlike. Our uniforms consisted of wool pants. Yes. Wool. In Vegas. My agency was named “best dressed” by some unknown entity years ago and the pants hung nicely with a drape that was professional and attractive due to the weight of them da da da…. That’s my assumption of why we wore wool for the 22 years I worked for the agency. Wool. Vegas. Why? That’s all.  When I worked graveyard, I remember it being 102 degrees at around 2 in the morning. I often ended my days in uniform in the locker room with a soaking wet undershirt (white collared t shirt) and wet bullet proof vest. I’d come in the next day, usually to find that my vest hadn’t dried overnight hanging on my locker so starting the shift a little uncomfy (is that even a word?) was typical in the Summer.

Now, I live in a much cooler climate in a rural valley near the mountains. The trees, rivers, lakes and mountains drew me here originally. It is a wild beauty and it is probably one of the last of a few places that haven’t been touched by condos, traffic, and a nail salon on every corner (although I do like myself a pretty and clean salon from time to time.) I’ve adapted very well regardless of the warm climate living I am accustomed to. I have even been known to go get a pedicure in flip flops in the winter snow while in the city closest to me and go out in the morning when it is in the negative numbers temperature-wise in my robe to feed the turkeys. It’s all fun and cold weather games until I accidentally lock myself outside- in a tank top, yoga pants, and socks wth the husband out of town. My neighbors are not close and snow was in full effect. Yeeahhhhh, it hasn’t happened since and once is all I need. I’m a quick learner that way. Smile.

This morning, it is so incredibly beautiful out here on the farm. The snow is sparkling like glitter and I suddenly decided that I wanted to go get some pictures outside. In my pajama pants, rubber boots without lining, and my coat, I trekked out there in 0 degrees and snapped these photos so you can see too. By the end of my errr walk (not really though because the snow was about two feet deep in some places on the property so walking is subjective there) I was ready to be inside by the fireplace. My husband pulled my boots off for me which were somehow filled with snow. He had a nice laugh at my expense.  It was worth it though for the pictures!

I also wanted to say thank you to Stacey @thesoccermomblog for her positive inspiration in my email box today.  It said,  “make today so awesome that yesterday gets jealous.”

 

Kasey Matthews Johnson

Kasey Matthews Johnson

Hello there. I'm Kasey. Wife, Air Force mom, new mom-what? (Yes, I love being a mom so much, I started over!), new to beautiful country living, raising Galloway Grass Fed Beef Cattle, complete homebody and retired Police Lieutenant from Sin City, Las Vegas. Welcome to my blog!
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