This is me, assuming that she was trying to be humble.
I met a woman the other day. She was almost completely self sufficient. I thought, wonderful, someone close by, close to my age, that I can share stories and ides with. I was happy to meet her. She however didn't seemed very thrilled to meet me. As the person introducing us told her how I do can and butcher and the like, she rolled her eyes. I thought, well maybe she is doing that because this other person won't shut up. This person does like to talk a lot. I tried not to giggle. Then it was her turn to be talked about in the third person. This is when I assumed she was being humble about it, and wasn't successful at the act of. (yes, I am really Yoda) I was a little confused. She was smug and a little self righteous about it all. She said little but her body language was screaming at me. I started to get uncomfortable.
I don't understand the attitude. I never had. There are a couple homesteading blogs I refuse to read because of this attitude. They are right you are wrong no matter how you do it. I'm always wrong so no biggy. But they don't know that! And yes I am slightly moody, but not devoid of joy. So this woman's attitude toward me was confusing. Is their a competition in homesteading that you all neglected to tell me about? The plotting and scheming, the world of intrigue that is the homesteading play -offs. Am I in the finals? Did I make it that far!?! What's the prize?
See I need to be on my A game here. I don't want to lose the play-offs to this woman. Oh, I am ok losing to you, but not her. Now it's personal.
Now I am laughing at myself. Phelan silly. But still, all true. I was hoping for someone to share with and or us to teach each other things. I always enjoy learning from others. There are so many things I have yet to learn. But no worries, she only brought me down emotional for the moments she was near. I guess we will not be getting on. I invited our mutual friend to the wedding, and this woman was not thrilled that she would have to dress up in costume to attend. Maybe they won't come.
Husband ate some of Pastor Mike's salsa. It seems to have been a little too much for his delicate belly. I am expected to baby him today.