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!​
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​​​​​​​​​IF​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ she wants to spend anytime at all with her Cowboy, she must do as he does, you become partners!​
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​​​​​​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! ...​ ​​​​​​​

Sunday, July 6, 2008

I've done "Trials"..."Triumphs"...

...and today I'll make it "Tears"...

Hey I'm entitled to have a bad day! I honestly don't TAKE them near as often as I probably should.
Just seems that my life doesn't afford me the time for that & hence, I listen.
Today, I ignored the time factor.
I made the time to have a bad day! I deserved to have a bad day!
Of all our years together, I've truly taken only about 20 of them...now that is not very many considering there's been well over 12,ooo days! so I'll make today #21.

I completed all the chores again this a.m.
(because I had to! ~see post)


  • 6:00 a.m. ~I had a phone call saying that our Momma cow, her calf and Mr.& Mrs. calves were out, could I please come help get them back in. They aren't too far away...yet. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr! I just hate to be forced into moving faster'n I want that early...w/o first having my usual 2-3 cups of coffee, lingering on the front porch to assess my day! Alright...I'll head over there, yet Hubby won't be with me...are you sure we can get them in ourselves? They were sure....
  • 8:15 a.m. ~Arrived home after collecting the renegades. I really hate cows! I think I hate all 4 legged creatures! And, maybe some 2 legged ones also! I hiked to the top of the hill to get behind them, sore feet & all, (this time with boots on) I could see that "Mr." had gotten a feed sack from the barn & was headed out shaking it. The cows must have heard the sack...because they turned and all 4 went barreling down towards him! "Mrs." was near the gate..ready to shut it despite the broken wires. My first thought when the cows began to fly off the hill, was OH NO! They will run right over top of "Mrs." & then "Mr." ! (Which didn't happen, by the way) My second thought was "...and you called me WHY??? The grain sacks seem to work just mighty fine without dragging my sorry butt over here at 6.am.!" Mr." said he could fix the gate, so I bid them a 'pleasant' G'bye and was on my way. I said Grrrrrrrrrrrrr the whole drive home! (they really are the nicest people...it was just me today...not being very nice! They don't know that, so please don't let it out of the bag!)
  • 8:30a.m.~Finally, coffee is done & I've poured myself 2 cups at once! Put an ice cube in each, so I could 'chug' them! Maybe I could choke that Grrrrrrrrrrrrr out of my throat! I even brought the pot outside with me just in case I decided to drink the whole durned thing! I will now sit on the porch and assess my day! Oh, by the way, yes I did check on that 2 legged critter in the house that is a big contributor to the Grrrrrrrrrrrrrhave, (At this point of my morning...I really don't care! You might, so I'll fill ya in. Still B,P &B, swelling is down tremendously, which by the way, could be because I duct taped hundreds of 25# sacks of ice to his body, hoping it'd freeze him in time....make him think about why I hate this life sometimes...today especially! He did however, suffer a broken tooth in the ordeal...yea! now maybe I don't have to cook anymore, with any luck, maybe he'll only be able to suck through a straw for the rest of his life!....that is if I allow him to have a life!)
  • 12:30 p.m. ~DONE!! Cleaned out the chicken coop which 95% of the time smells so clean, but today.......it wreaked! Wanted to kill them all and eat them for supper! But I don't want to pluck them! Fed all the hay burners...Wanted to throw a match to each & every pile of hay I had to pitchfork into thoese feeders, not to mention that huge pile we just spent a ton of gr$$ns on...and say "hey...this is what happens when you BURN hay, you hay-burners!!" But, then I'd have had to call the Fire Dept, for catching the whole county on fire! Then I'd be sued by the Fed's for burning CRP ground; by the farmer's for burning up their soon to harvest wheat, by the ranchers for ruining their grazing grounds.(..oops ...ours too, except we don't need much, because their butts are going down the road too if I have my way!); by the hunter's for burning out all the pheasants, grouse, deer, elk and moose...to name a few. Oh...then the Grain Train people would sue because I burned up their tracks...and then the EPA would have had their turn at me for burning the beaver dams in the creek & killing the natural habitat for all them other 4 & 2 legged critters that might call it home! Ok........that out of my system...it was then time to doctor that gelding that plowed himself into injury during the storm earlier this week...seems to me, that he created his own grief...why should I have to do anything? Was wishing I had scalding hot water instead of ice cold, to run over his wounds...and maybe some turpentine while I'm at it! Yea! He certainly isn't helping me...and I certainly had created NONE of this! Heck! I'm just a danged Cowboy's Wife!!! Along for the ride! Grrrrrrrrrrrrr ! I finally put away all the tack -nicely that I'd piled on the floor that day of this horror story's beginning, in a huge heap in the middle of his tack room. Not sure why....I wasn't the one to leave it unattended or unused! And besides...Cowboy is SOOOO very picky about the How it is taken care of, hung and put away...I've never got it 'right' yet after all these years....should have just left 'em all in the dust! Kinda like he does when he takes his clothes off at the end of a day....in a heap....in a cloud of dust...like Linus! Cowboy's 'domain' outside is like Spic n' Span...could eat off the floors...so why can't my mud room look the same?? Go figure! Grrrrrrrrrrrrr! I've mucked & bucked, I've gathered & doctored, I've mumbled & grumbled...my muscles hurt, my feet hurt, my hands are filthy & dry( I never wear gloves either-except in the winter), lips are chapped and I'm covered in dust, chafe & 'compost maker'....
  • 12:32 p.m.~I plopped myself down on the cleanest saddle blanket I could find, outside on the plank floors of the tack shed...tossed my boots into oblivion, gathered my knees up to bury my face in...................and the Tears began to pour......and pour....and more Tears poured.....and poured! (Maybe she drank too much coffee this a.m. you might be saying...I say, maybe I've drank too hard of a life, too long!)
  • 3:05p.m. ~ I must have fallen asleep! So I head over to the water spicket, turn the hose on my hands & face to wash off all the dried mud (isn't that what women pay to have done? Mud facials or something? Maybe I could earn a living coaxing them to come out to middle of nowhere...I'll give them mud facials...the real thing!). I collected my boots, glance around at the spotless barnyard, all the 4 legged critters are content and I head for the house.....my inner peace comes from my gardening.....so upon reaching the yard gate, I was blessed with my fresh mowed grass from yesterday, stopped and picked a bouquet of carnations, mmm... they smell so sweet! Sat down on the steps of the front porch......glanced around the "life" in my flower beds, at the empty corral down the drive (still missing the sound of cows), up yonder at all the wheat fields where they looked like an ocean as the soon to be harvested grains 'flowed' like waves in the slight breezes.

I am feeling better now. Life is good. My Cowboy could have been hurt worse.

But...................is this the life we should be staying in????

We are remote. We aren't youngsters. It's dangerous. And we barely get by.....

11 comments:

LL said...

'Sawlright...

It's such a hard life, you don't know whether to laugh or cry just to maintain your sanity.

Here's hoping the immediate days to come will be better. *Hug*

Sarah said...

"But...................is this the life we should be staying in????

We are remote. We aren't youngsters. It's dangerous. And we barely get by....."

and you wouldn't want it any other way.

TOCCO said...

I guarentee... no matter how hard the life is... it is a better life than depending on others for everything. I would give anything to have a homestead of my own! I will be there one day... I am not a youngster by any means. Email me.... addy is at coffee site... I will buy you a cup! Hope hubby is getting better. and nothing serious arises from his encounter!
Prayers and thoughts are with you!
Christina

Pony Girl said...

Wow, I haven't checked in lately and I'm spellbound by your hubby's crazy gelded colt tale and his horrific injuries! I hope he is okay. Sounds like a tough guy but I would have duct taped him to the car and taken him to the hospital!
Hang in there!!!! You are doing a swell job holding down the fort by the sounds of it.
P.S. What ever happened to Topper?

karenhappywoman said...

I am somehow a little bit amazed as I was reading about the events that have taken place in your life the past few days. When Ronny is working with stallions I am always a little bit worried even though I have full confidence in his ability to manage and handle unpredictable behavior. I am very grateful that he has always been safe and for the glue he seems to have on his bottom :-) My best wishes for a soon recovery for Hubby!

Yesterday Ronny was teaching at a private pension not far from here. One of the participants has an 11 year old Portuguese gelding she bought a couple of months ago. The young woman had trouble handling this horse and only found out a short while ago that the gelding had been castrated right before he was sold... Having been in the horse business for many years I guess you know what this means. However, they we're preparing for a horse and fire spectacle yesterday (not to be confused with the regular BBQ) at dusk and the owner of this gelding asked Ronny if he would ride the horse to see what it could do in dressage. I know Ronny is an excellent rider but I can't help feeling alert and paying extra attention to what's going on when he's riding a horse that has "problems". Being a trainer people seem to think that you can solve almost any mess they have created. That is why Ronny decided to become a professional life coach, to understand how people work and to help them as well!

I wish you a wonderful day! And eh, no, you're not "just Barb" ... You are a very special woman and a blessing for those around you!

Love,
Karen

Rue said...

Good (?) Morning Barb :)

Everyone is allowed their bad days. All I ever wanted was to be a wife and mother and there are days that I ask why I put myself through the torture, but I wouldn't trade my life for anything. The good out weighs the bad by a lot and I think it's the same for you. It sounds like you just needed that time to reflect and be angry. We all need that. It's what makes us appreciate the life we've chosen.

You will be fine :)

Your adopted daughter,
rue ;)

The W.O.W. factor said...

LL~ yep, 'Sawlright... today. All's good....

Sarah~ you are right, I can say that today.

TOCO~ I'll be right over, give me a minute! NEVER turn down a cup of coffee!

PonyGirl~ Ya, I held down the fort, wanted to burn it tho. Glad I didn't. Topper? He's still here, Hubby talked w/owner last nite. He'll be staying and finishing his 120 days...Good thing? yet to be seen..

Karen~ working with horses is always a challenge, I know. Each one is different & must be treated differently. I just get paranoid the old Hubby gets!

Adopted Daughter Rue~ Thanks for giving me the OK to have a bad day! I AM better...today. Had time to 'reflect' yesterday...Hey, where's the leftovers? They haven't arrived yet?

Train Wreck said...

120 days are you kidding! That may be how long it would take me to hand dig a hole to bury him in! Stuborn dang Cowboys!
I am sorry you feel all alone and are working so hard! I'd be there helpin ya! I feel that way sometimes, and I break down too! It gets to be so overwhelming! I feel for you truly! Yes of course it's ok to lose it! No too have bad days, unfortunatley that is inevitable! You can't hold it all in, your head would pop off! You go soak in the tub tonight! Or hell the cowtank you probably cleaned that out too! Glass of wine and try to relax! Remember we are out here for you! We may be WAY out but that't why you and I get along! ( I think!)

The W.O.W. factor said...

Train Wreck~ Yep...I adore you! I think you are awesome, not just as a woman, but as a wife, a mom & and incredible artist! Glad to share in your life adventures!!Gald to have you in my life!

wordmama said...

Oh W.O.W., I feel for you. Funny how we can be miles apart with completely different lives, and yet I completely understand where you're coming from. Our husbands are total stubborn mules but we can be just as bad.

I'm glad you gave yourself leave to just let it all out. That release is therapy in itself (not to mention the deluxe mud facial you got). Here's hoping he heals quickly and things get a little easier for you! Maybe some sweet Canadian maple syrup would help? It's my drug of choice when times get tough!

The W.O.W. factor said...

wordmama~ You know, since I discovered this blog thing, a day doesn't go by that I don't read of others miles away (you think..) with similar issues, ideals, passions....it makes one not feel so lost or alone in their own world! For me anyhow...
Yes, that mud facial was to die for! may have to fit it in my daily or weekly routine! :)