Recent Events – A Few Words from our Sponsor…

In light of recent events in our lives as of late – I have connected – re-connected and am trying to connect with people.

I don’t like to talk about myself all that much – which the fact that I have a blog totally negates but for the most part I am a very private person.

So a few words about me as a person and not just a blogger/farmer/crazy lady.

My real name is truly not Regina Fallangi. Anyone who watches Friends will get the reference but there was a reason I chose that moniker.

If you wish to know the name I was born with – message me or ask – I have nothing to hide – I am not in a witness protection program nor am I a spy.

And if you want to know why I chose to have an alias on The Facebook – it’s simple – I really don’t want to connect with the trolls and meanies I went to school with – they are in the past – my family and friends are my future.

For instance – we have lived at Orange Acres for 3 years and I have never met my next door neighbour – but I talk to her frequently and I am looking forward to nice weather and the chance to meet her. A new friend.

It’s also brings me to my next point – I am actually quite shy but I do hide it well.

I love clothes – but not like store bought name brand stuff – I love thrift store finds – eclectic and cowboy boots – well any boots or shoes or footwear for that matter and scarves and brooches and knee socks – and – and – and…

I am a minimalist. I like the bargain – I love second hand treasures.

I have a great job that I am really good at and it pays the bills. I can broker million dollar deals but I buy things at discount stores.

I hate vegetables – most of them anyway. I love potatoes and carrots and turnips but not the fancy ones – ditto with fruit. I like the standard stuff – I love the flavours – I don’t like the textures – I am high maintenance to feed.

I am allergic to alot of stuff. Most meds – bees – cats- horses – dogs – hay – dust  – odd that I live on a farm.

Everyone knows the importance of my children in my life so no need to drone on about that – needless to say they are my world.

Hubs is my best friend – my very very best friend. He puts up with my crazy and makes me laugh everyday. I am very lucky to have him. Not alot of men would put up with this level of crazy.

My hair is not it’s natural colour – at my age – it is not naturally this radiant – but I don’t care – gray hair is experience high lights.

I remember when I could do a cartwheel and probably could if I really put my mind to it BUT do not want to hurt myself – odd that I will ride an 1000 lb horse with no fear of hurting myself. Whatever…

I love to cook – I would not say that I am a chef my any stretch of the imagination – but my family does not go hungry and home cooked meals are important.

Did I mention I love cats – I guess I should – I have 8 of them.!!!

I am also addicted to owning chickens – oh my birds – they are an infinite source of amusement.

Hey wait – have I done this post before?? meh -maybe.

My dear cousin recently told me that she is looking forward to learning about the grown up version of me. I was a brat as a child.

I am hoping that this little snippet gives some insight to the person that I have become.

I am honest, straightforward and free thinking. I love all types of music (even country) and white wine. The cold does not bother me – the heat – like hotter than the fires of hell heat??? I can take it or leave it.

While I will freely admit I have lied on occasion – I cannot tolerate people lying -and I hate to do so myself.

My family and my friends are very important to me and I would never do anything to intentionally hurt them or lead them astray.

I am fiercely protective – and don’t take crap from anyone.

In summation – I’m just a regular person – living a regular life -with slightly irregular problems right now BUT my problems are no more or more less than anyone living their regular lives.

I am a very fortunate human being to have such amazing family and friends.

I feel grateful everyday!

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