Emily Post I Ain't......

.....which is a good thing, because my husband certainly is no Mr. Post. Although, after reading the recommendations from Ms. Em. I wonder if there actually were a Mr. Emily Post. ( Yes, I just googled it and found that there Was a Mr. and his name was Edwin.....and this might just take on an entirely different direction since reading that) because, it says on her Biography page that Emily and Edwin drifted apart...and goes on to give a wealth of detail that I will spare you the trouble of reading.

You're welcome.

You may know that Emily Post was the author of several books on etiquette, one of which listed the "proper" anniversary gifts for each year of marriage. (that's where this whole post started!) Today is our twelfth anniversary and I just wondered what the "traditionally acceptable" gift would be for this year.

It would be Silk or Linens. Which in our neck of the woods would basically be scarfs & underwear or table cloths & sheets. Now, I'm not picky in the area of gifts (unless of course a certain somebody who's name starts with Kyle, writes me a check from our joint account for my birthday one year...that annoyed me a tad! Hello, can you spare a minute to run by an ATM, honey??). In fact, I could really care less whether or not we give gifts. In fact, if anything it's usually a card and a nice dinner (that I don't have to cook!) But seriously, Linens?

Poor Edwin Post, can you imagine the pressure that man must have been under to perform.......daily tasks under the scrutiny of the "Mistress of American Manners"? I'm thinking Bree Van De Camp circa 1900ish......

....so to my husband of a dozen years, you may not have the kind of wife who has the house perfectly cleaned with vacuum marks on the rugs at the end of each day. She may well be wearing the same pjs when you come home from work as she was when you left (rarely, but it happens), and more often than not, the best way to tell what kind of day she's had is by how wild the curls in her hair are.

.....but you DO have the kind of wife who will drag our two darling children with her to the chicken houses in the early mornings, and who will drop everything at a moments notice to help round up the herd of missing cattle that have just been found (Whew! thank you Marty W!), who will spend countless hours in the smothering heat of the hay field every summer for the past 12 years (remember that first year? we alternated driving the tractor and picking up square bales....just the two of us....after we worked our real jobs!), and who even enjoys your idea of a perfect vacation: The Sunbelt Ag Expo....all 3 days of it!

This sure wasn't the way I planned things.


I'm so very thankful I'm not in charge.


Because I wouldn't have it any other way! I am so blessed to have married my very best friend. I will forever be grateful that God brought you and your family into my life at a time when it was basically falling apart around me. I am so thankful that I have been blessed with such a wonderful husband, and my children with such a wonderful dad.

So, on second thought, maybe Emily's recommendations would be okay. I could always use some new bandannas.......(does that count as linens?....in the south maybe?)

.......because nothing looks cooler than a do-rag when you want to keep the chicken house dust out of your hair!

Yee Haw!