Where's the song ~~ "Don't let your daughters grow up to marry a Cowboy" ?

​​​​​​​Life is tough! Requires hard physical work, long, long days of pain, dirt, and broken fingernails.​
​Days of frigid cold & scorching heat; through the dust & mud; daybreak into the darkness of nite~~​
​the heart & body becomes toughened & weathered replicating leather!​
​A forever constant factor for a real Cowboy's Wife is tons of sweat, oceans of tears and a constant 'drought' in the wallet!​
​​​​​​​​​IF​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ she wants to spend anytime at all with her Cowboy, she must do as he does, you become partners!​
​​​​​​Kick off your boots, grab a cup of coffee, sit back and envision yourself in my life!​
​... It really isn't that bad! There are many rewards to be had to make it a great lifestyle! ...​ ​​​​​​​

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

A little slice....

...out of life! Ooops.....no that was out of Me!

Bein' in a hurry last nite, sharp knife in hand (sharp is a must in my house!), rushing to get yet another late supper made at 10:15 pm...I sliced the tip of my pinkie off...my left one even..so this typing thing is kinda hunt & peck as I go. We don't 'do' Dr.'s, should prob'ly have gotten stitches but driving 40 miles to a clinic & the wait & the $$...No...not worth it. ....as the Grandkids call me "One Tough Bird", that I must be. And heck, what is one more scar to join the company of so many more? Hopefully the "chunk" we quickly bound w/gauze and tape, will reattach it's self...if not? It' will just be 'sensitive' forever like one of my other fingers, that was created by a rope on a raunchy calf!
My Cowboy & I took a drive today, to deliver a 2yr old stud colt he started back to it's owner & pick up another one. (Luckily she pays for the gas! WOW! Cost $160.00 today!) We never go anywhere, never take a day "off" & vacate the premises together...but decided we needed to today. One day without a human here...all would survive. We needed a break...together. We loaded the "girls" (Millie & Tess~teenage Border Collies) and they were chained on their short leads in the back of the pickup as they like to"heel" cars in passing. When we hit the freeway, they freaked out! They tried climbing thru the pass thru window which wasn't opened, tried jumping on the top of the cab! We couldn't figure out what was wrong........so we pulled off the highway, thinking maybe something 'bit' them, maybe a rock from a passing car hit them...we didn't know. They were truly scared! So we brought them inside the cab with us. A mile or so later, we drove under an overpass (& many more to come!) and both of them ducked!! & hit the floorboards FAST!! at the same time!
We then figured it out!
We took these country dogs out of the country! They'd never been on anything but 2 lane county roads with little traffic! They'd never had vehicles come from behind and pass that they didn't see coming (the horse trailer was in their way today & the cars/trucks came FAST!) They certainly had never been anywhere they needed to duck from something....except for the hind feet of a kicking cow or horse!
Us, leaving the country for the bigger cities and traffic is bad enough, yet it never occurred to us that our dogs would feel the same stress! Now we know!
Maybe we shouldn't live such a secluded life! WRONG!
They are working dogs...they don't need the city life exposure anymore than we do!
We spent the whole day with Gay & her family. Hubby showed them what he'd accomplished & how, with the stud. They have a bunch of new colts now, so he showed them some 'tricks' to getting a handle on them, catching, haltering & leading...and even messing with their feet. Keith is a certified farrier too, so he lightly rasped the young feet to help get them in line early. Hubby gets to start her horses & after they are sold, they generally come back to him for another 60-90 days. His mission today, was to get these young ones off to a GOOD start..so when they come to our place, it's makes his job easier & more pleasant for him & horse! Wished I'd have taken my cheap camera & gotten a few shots....those babies are sooooooooo cute!
Hubby doesn't show or compete, he doesn't like that part and doesn't care for the confines of an arena. His passion is with the young ones...the laying of the foundation...from their feet to their mind, instilling good behavior, respect, & safety. He exposes them to anything & everything possible. He loves to take them in the mountains! Or gather & work cattle, whether it's day work for a rancher or feedlot, or just helping friends.
Anyhow, while he "played" with the horses, I enjoyed her "yardscape".
It is so cool! It's done old western style, lots of cowboy paraphernalia strewn in the beds & pathways, along the creeks & bridges. Around the old buildings & barns. (Her Dad was a cowboy, she lived & followed his footsteps....and it's his brand they use...his horse bloodlines are carried on today.) She has FLOWERS everywhere! And luckily, she likes to share! We exchange things everytime we see each other.
Oh my Gosh! I feel like I've stepped back in time...100+ yrs ago when I'm at their home...and that is the era I always felt I should have been born in!!
My folks still talk about that today...how that's all I ever wanted as a kid... wishing I'd been born in the 1800's, to be a cowgirl, have a horse, an old run down Victorian house (there was one we'd drive by on the way to camp every year...I still remember it...& that's what I was going to have when I grew up), no neighbors, lots of critters about, a garden...and I'd be content. They couldn't understand it then...& certainly have never understood my attempts at having that lifestyle in this century!
You know.....I almost have it, as I dreamed so many years ago!
I live in 108 yr old house, no neighbors, there are oodles of animals to feed; I have my gardens for pleasure & purpose....and I have My Cowboy!
It's not the 1800's....but I'll take it!


Sarah said...

Sounds like you guys had a good day minus the chopping off of the pinkie finger! :)

Hope it heals soon.

LL said...

Funny thing about knives and fingers... you need fingers to use a knife, but for some reason the knife rarely shows any deference when cutting the finger.

Best of fortune on the healing factor.

Razor Family Farms said...

What a wonderful trip -- well worth the $160 in gas (Can you get over these prices?).

Actually, I think the gas issue will prove to be the hot topic in the election -- not the war. No one saw that coming. Don't you think?


Midlife Mom said...

Sounds like you had a wonderful time in your friends garden enjoying all the flowers and cowboy 'stuff'! I wish you had taken your camera with you! Next time throw it in the cab the night before, that's what I would have to do.

Poor doggies! Bet they were glad to get back home where there is peace and quiet!

Sorry about your finger! Yikes! That must have hurt!!!!

I'm sitting here waiting for the farrier who was supposed to come last night.........I wonder if he ever heard of a telephone?????!!!!

Renie Burghardt said...

I have been enjoying reading about your life. You have everything you love and value, and what could be better than that? Well, maybe not cutting the tip of your pinkie off, but all the rest sounds wonderfully fulfilling!

Thanks so much for visiting. I'm always happy to make new blogging friends. I'll be back to read more about being a cowboy wife.



Robbyn said...

I echo your sentiments about having the feeling of being from a prior era...that's what I'm most comfortable in, for sure. We're most at home OUT of the city, and though cities are fun for date days with my sweetie, home's the place we both love most to be :)