Welcome!

Welcome!  I'm Tammy, The Hillbilly Bride.  I can only imagine the images that must have gone flitting through your mind at reading the title of this blog.  The Hillbilly Bride?  Sounds like a skit from Hee-Haw featuring a barefoot, bedraggled housewife who happens to be missing a tooth or two.  Do a Google search for "hillbilly bride" - you'll get lots of results for Halloween costumes.  I'm afraid I don't fit the stereotype (and I don't just say that because I want so badly for it to be true!) but I'll claim the title.

I never intended for it to happen...I fought it tooth and nail, kicking and screaming....but here I am.  Milking a cow, baking my own bread, tending the chickens.  I look at myself, my life - and wonder how I got to where I am today.

When I met my "Hillbilly Husband" (aka: Scott) I was a CITY GIRL.  I lived in a cute apartment (with my 2 little girls), drove my zippy little Honda Civic to the drive-up latte stand and never missed my standing mani/pedi appointments.  Artsy films, open-air summer concerts, ethnically diverse festivals, wine tastings - there was always something to see, to do.  I was happy.  I was content.  Or so I thought. 

Enter the cowboy.  The redneck.  The "hillbilly".  The man that taught me that happy and content were nothing next to head over heels...over the moon.  9 years ago we took a chance on each other, but that's another story...

As we followed our hearts we've landed on a little piece of heaven in rural Texas.  We home school our three children and are learning a lot about living off the land and eliminating chemically processed foods.  (Gone are the days of pre-packaged chicken nuggets and mac-n-cheese in the blue box.)

This blog is going to be a little bit about the old me, a lot about the new.  I'll rant about GMOs (don't know what that means?  Stick around!) I'll explore our changing lifestyle...the journey - the challenges, the learning - the triumphs, the failures.  The laughter...the joy...share it with me!