Well, hi there! I’m the Karma Farmer, a 50-something St. Louis native, now living in the beautiful southwest Missouri region known as The Ozarks. I make my living as a global sales executive, which is a stark contrast to my “real life”: wife, mom, grandma, animal lover, devout St. Louis Cardinals fan, and food junkie living the rural dream in these here hills.
If you spend any time at all on this blog, you’ll get to know my circle. So you can put some faces to the names, I thought I’d give a little glimpse of the people that my life revolves around.
Steve (the Canuck) has the blessing and curse of being my husband. He gave up his country to come here and marry me way back in the 90’s. I’m pretty sure he’s lived long enough to regret it now, but “no take-sies back-sies” was in our wedding vows, so he’s stuck. He’s also the tech support / webmaster / fix-it guy for the blog. If something doesn’t work, it’s his fault.
My oldest daughter is Amanda. She’s given me 4 grandchildren: Lexi, Matthew, Hunter, and Allison. I’m so happy that I get to watch them all grow up. Amanda is brilliant and beautiful, but that pales in comparison to what a genuinely kind spirit she is. She’s married to “The-Son-in-Law”, aka The Bane of My Existence, whom we don’t discuss. Every family has to have a little conflict, right?
My middle child is my daughter Krista. She should have been born in the early 60’s, because she’s a hippy through and through. Krista lives life on her own terms, and is as stubborn as she is beautiful. She’s the child that made me realize that parents can, indeed, love their child and loathe them at the same time. Of course, we’re well past the “loathe” stage…at least, this week we are. She is the reason I have gray hair and high blood pressure. Well, my bacon addiction may have something to do with my blood pressure, but the gray hair is all her. She made up for it all by bringing her amazing son Ethan into our lives.
My baby is my only son, Alex. He is the protector of this family. Period. He’s the hardest working guy I know, and he will go to unimaginable lengths to care for all of us. He leads by example, always. And he’s hysterically funny, which is a big bonus. He’s married to Kristina, whom I love like my own daughter. I knew when I first nicknamed her “Beanie” due to her ethnicity and she took that as the term of endearment it was meant to be that she would be the perfect DIL for us, and I was right. Together they have brought Aban and Kyra into this world, and the world should be pretty dang thankful about that.
Oh, and then there are the dogs. Moose is the Patriarch of the pack. He was adopted from a rescue at the tender age of 4 weeks, one of only 2 surviving pups from a litter whose Momma Dog didn’t make it through the delivery. He had some major issues, both health wise and developmentally, but he persevered. He now holds the title of Best Dog Ever. He’s just over 14 years old, and has been the “first dog” to each of our grandchildren. If I win the lottery, I’m going to immediately start replacing all of his broken parts so he can live forever as the first real Robo-Dog.
Pickle is in charge of reconnaissance. She’s a high strung German Shepherd Dog that joined our family almost 5 years ago as a young pup. She’s so different than Moose, and she’s challenging our training skills. She’s energetic and playful and fun…..and if she were a human, she’d be a 13 year old cheerleader. She’s loud and boisterous and annoying and wonderful and full of life. She misses nothing, and we sleep well knowing that she’s on guard.
Yadi was our muscle. We lost him last January, and I still cry when I talk or write about him. (Like now.)
As for me, I’m trying to be a kind person … a good person … but I have little tolerance for fools, and no tolerance for mean people. I am constantly taming my acid tongue, and Sarcasm is my native language. I love my family and friends, the Ozarks community I now call home, my hometown of St. Louis, my beloved St. Louis Cardinals, bacon, and animals ( especially my dogs). I try to be respectful and tolerant of people who believe differently than I do. Except for people who are mean to children, the elderly, or animals … I will punch those people straight in the face. Oh, and the people who think PETA is a reasonable organization … yeah, I’m working on trying to accept your crazy… erm, I mean … your doctrine. Then there are those who use the Bible to justify their horrible behavior … and fear mongers … and … well, I have some work to do to be the type of person I want to be.
Reaping what I sow. I hope I can grow from my interactions with each of you, and vice versa.
I’m the Karma Farmer. Welcome to my world.