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, August 24, 2008

From My Journal...(1992)

Thanksgiving in August ~~Aug 24, 1992

(part One)

Our small table was compressed with the warmth & love of our families and friends. Squeezed tightly together against each other, in our tiny kitchen sat Uncle Leonard, Clint, Dave & Gail, Dan & Kelli, Butch & Debbie, and Elaine. Of course there was Keith & I.
Our hands were held in this circle of togetherness as we bowed our heads in prayers. Grace was spoken softly by Clint, giving thanks for all we were blessed with, and sharing in sorrow for all those who had suffered at the opposite corner of our country.

While thousands in Homestead, FL had their lives rearranged today;
Locked in fear and lost in heartbreak.
Hurricane Andrew had struck with force!
We felt so lucky. We felt such sorrow.
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The past few weeks has been has been filled with delightful anticipation, preparations, laughter & wonder. I’m not sure what magnetic force was pulling at the heartstrings of so many, this particular time of year; all with the want to share their time at our home. I’m still amazed how this all came to be.
*****
About a month ago our phone started ringing off the hook!
First was Keith’s cousin Butch’s call. He and Debbie are going to make a loop from Whitefish east, down our way and back through Missoula & Darby, then they will be heading west towards home. Starting out in Olympia, they figured they’d be arriving at our doorstep Thursday August 20th and would stay for about one week. (He wants to check out the hunting possibilities while here!)

Four days later, the second call came from Uncle Leonard. He wants to surprise Clint with a visit. I had yet to meet this man and was thrilled with his plans to arrive via Amtrak, from St.Paul, MN, the 20th also!

Clint is already here. He arrived in May. Keith’s Dad is such a lonely man, with a heart so huge it seems to be exploding with enough love to share around the world twice, and then again. He has become a ‘fixture’ at our home on the ranch in Montana these years.

No more than 6 hours after Uncle Leonard’s call, was one from Danny. He is going on vacation, and is wondering if he could spend it here riding and helping at the ranch, as he always enjoys doing. He likes to escape the city, the rat race of Boeing. Would that be OK ? Okay is not the word! He will be bringing Kelli (daughter), this time and they will be here Saturday the 22nd, he said.

Keith has been so excited these 3 weeks anticipating our brother-in-law’s visit. His best friend! The one person he’s missed the most having left Washington when we came here to the ranch in Montana. Danny comes several times a year and each time is anticipated like it is the first, by both Danny and Keith!

Two days later, Dave and Gail call. Are we going to be around the 21st through the 25th they wanted to know? They too, need a vacation from Boeing. They are going on a road trip and wanted to stop here for a few days. Now that is a dumb question! They know, as everyone knows, when ‘working for the brand’, you are always at home! You may be in the mountains or out on the range, but most nights you lay your head on the pillow, in the comforts of your own bed.

Let’s count now…Butch & Deb=2; Clint makes 3. Uncle Leonard=4; Danny & Kelli makes it 6. Now with Dave & Gail, the total has reached 10, counting Keith and I!
How much better can this get?
A houseful overflowing through the eaves, when we only have each other most of the time.

It was about to get better! 12 days ago, Elaine called. She wants to take the train to come visit us, is that OK? She is thinking the 20th or 21st.
Uh-oh….people, dates, they all raced through my brain calculating, quickly, putting pieces of this puzzle together. When and who was arriving from where and for how long. Quickly I asked, if her much welcomed trip could begin the 20th. That would mean only one trip into Havre for me.
As I hung up the phone I was overwhelmed, I sat at my quilting frame with tears streaming down my cheeks. I wasn’t crying because of the number of people who were about to embark into our lives at once. Nor was I concerned with the total bodies sharing one bath, the food bill or whether this old ranch house, which was actually 3 old structures put together over time, would bust apart at the seams with 11 under one roof.
No, I was feeling so blessed that so many of our friends and families from far away, not just in miles, but in lifestyles, wanted to visit! And at the same time! Elaine’s call brought a surge of excitement and thankfulness. She is the person who introduced Keith and me years ago in that Cowboy bar, The Trails End. She is the one we thank every day, enabling us to set out on life’s journey, seeking our dreams.... together.

The upstairs was first on my agenda. I quickly finished the quilt (luckily, it only lacked binding the edges) and matching pillow shams that I’d been working on, when barely a month ago, the calls and the plans for visitors started falling into place.
Being the worry wart that I am, wanting everyone to be comfortable, to give each their own space was a huge challenge that I took on with diligence & pleasure. Each visitor is totally different than the next, from their personalities to their tastes. The only thing they all have in common, so different from Keith's and mine, are their lifestyle. All are coming from very populated parts of Washington & Minnesota. Their neighbors can hear them sneeze in the night. They are coming to our quiet little niche in the world, far, far away from city noises, from amenities; a far different way of life than any of them will ever live.

The upstairs bedroom, with its massive collection of boxes filled with fabrics, books, and other unpacked items were organized. The new quilt and shams adorned the bed. (I have this tendency to never totally unpack as we move so much in our lives; we just need to move boxes the next time, all packed and ready to go!) This will be Butch and Debbie’s room.

Just outside this bedroom door is my quilting, drawing and crafting room. You walk through this space before you come to the stairs heading down. This is my little sanctuary where I let my creative juices flow. How do I rearrange this space, to allow other people into the private solitary space I call my own? This room took some serious consideration. It would be the ‘bachelor’ quarters. Clint, Leonard, & Danny would adorn this room via the floor covered in quilts, pillows and suitcases. Clothes could be hung on the hooks I cleared of ‘projects in the works’. They would have to learn not to stumble over each other in their midnight quest for the bathroom…downstairs. They need to be arranged as to avoid the comings and goings from the bedroom next to them.
I had to dismantle my drawing table and my old wooden quilting frame, which I hid under and beside the bed in the bedroom next door, in order to accomplish this feat.
It was done successfully.
The extra bedroom downstairs would be Dave and Gail’s. With only a twin bed, they could fight it out, switch back and forth from floor to bed, or cuddle ever so closely together. It was their choice. I stashed all of my office paraphernalia in the already overstuffed closet. It’s a tiny room, but they have their privacy.

Dear Elaine, would be granted the couch covered with the first quilt I made. It is chalked full of memories with childhood clothing outgrown by the kids. She has known the kids since they were 2 and 3 years old. She will remember this swatch from Heidi’s dress, or that one from Chad’s first day of school shirt. She will be content.

Last but not least, I cleaned up Keith’s bed roll for Kelli, to use on the living room floor behind the couch where Elaine would rest. She would be out of the way there so as not to be walked on during the early morning stirring and preparations of the day by Keith, Danny and I.
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I’ve spent many hours scouring, rearranging, and baking these past two weeks. My energy levels are running in overdrive. Motivation and anticipation have over powered the need for sleep!
I have amazed myself that I managed to can 18 pints of beans and 7 quarts of carrots; finished the quilt and pillow shams. I rode with the guys two days moving bulls to a different pasture. I made 8 loaves of bread, 5 batches of cinnamon rolls, 4 batches of brownies, 5 dozen oatmeal cookies, 5 dozen peanut butter cookies and 6 dozen of my "pocket sandwiches" for the working men. Thank goodness we have a huge freezer! I have made 2 gallons of trail mix, jerked some more beef. This was to be our biggest gathering of family and friends in several years. I wanted everyone to feel at home, feed them well, give them days to remember, while at the same time show them what life on a ranch is all about. I wanted memories to be made by all.

Thursday, I tricked Clint in to staying home while I made the 60 mile trek into Havre. (I told him he would regret having to ride in the car with Elaine and I giggling and full of girl talk.)
I pulled into the train station with 10 minutes to spare. I anxiously waited for the incoming Amtrak from the East. It was carrying a passenger I’d never met. There were not too many people getting off in Havre, yet I waited for only one, Uncle Leonard. I recognized him right away! He has the same slow, softly spoken words as Clint. He is shorter though, with glasses, and younger. It was exciting as Clint had no clue of his impending visit. He and Clint are brothers, about to be reconnected after years of miles & life having kept them apart.

With two and one half hours to kill before Elaine’s arrival from the West, Uncle Leonard and I set out on the quest of purchasing groceries. Our house was filling up quickly and feeding such a large crew was going to require more groceries than my pantry could spare.We bought a 24 # turkey, 50# of potatoes. There were sweet potatoes to be had which meant marshmallows! He saw the Granny Smith apples and thought we should have a pie made from them. I winced when I saw their price at $3.99/lb, but didn’t show him. For this crowd, it would mean two or three pies, which meant a lot of apples & a lot of dollars. We loaded up with bacon, sausage, 5 dozen eggs, 6 gallons of milk, (4) 3# cans of coffee. As we continued to shop, we laughed like we had known each other for years! He even pushed the cart for me, which was a treat since I’m usually by myself lugging cartfuls through the store.
At the check out stand, the grand total came to…$233.56. That is a lot of money when our wages are slim! I was silently thinking as I heard every ping on the register, it’s a good thing we have a freezer full of beef, ranch provided. I didn’t really didn't care. We so rarely have guests unless it is other ranch hands and their families. I reached in my purse for my checkbook and the cashier said “Thank you, have a great time!”
As it turns out, in one of Leonard’s disappearing acts, he had gone to the checkout stand (which he made sure I chose that one!) and left a blank check or cash, I don’t know which, to cover our purchases! What a sweetheart of a man!
With 45 minutes until Elaine’s train came in from the West, Uncle Leonard and I decided to chose a small cafĂ© near the station to grab some coffee and a sandwich. I could have sat all day with him, listening to the stories he had to tell. I sure love this man, as I do Clint!

Elaine’s arrival was filled with laughter and hugs that would not quit! Our chatter was non-stop. Even Leonard offered to drive us home if I'd give him the directions, maybe so he could ignore our childlike giggling. That was an easy choice. And it is an easy route.
(I did forget to tell him about the turn off for the short cut through Box Elder. It did not matter. We all just laughed).

Approaching our drive, from the ridge overlooking our home deep in the coulee, I could see that Butch & Debbie had arrived. Clint was napping, but we had plenty of hands to carry in our raid of the grocery store.
While the five of us were laughing and catching up on things, there was something stirring in Clint’s slumber on the couch. He awoke seemingly confused. His sock clad feet slowly veered toward the kitchen where all the racket was coming from, because something deep in his dreams from his past had awakened him, had been causing an 'itch that needed scratched' he said.
To his sleepy surprise, there stood his brother! Leonard!
It was the most elating experience to see these two brothers at that moment come together!
I will treasure that feeling, that vision forever!

Dave and Gail arrived Friday as we were enjoying the warm afternoon, sitting under the cottonwoods. Their last visit had been in the dead of Winter and they were pleased to see that it does get green here. Keith was working still, so the 8 us of lingered and laughed, the hours passed quickly. As the sun began to set, a chill was settling in the air.

Danny and Kelli pulled in around 10 pm on Saturday. Little did we know, but dragging behind in Danny's tracks~ was SNOW! Upon awakening in the early morning hours, we couldn't help but wonder if Danny’s sly sense of humor inspired him to lasso this storm coming over the Rockies, only to be deposited here on the prairie! We were covered in a white wintry blanket of snow! Not unheard of in Montana for a summer snowfall, but this 6 inches was a lot!
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Today, the weather was cold and dreary, still lingering from yesterday's snowfall...perfect for a Thanksgiving in August! We had turkey, stuffing, candied sweet potatoes, homemade rolls, the whole works! Even 3 apple pies!
Little Joe gave Keith the day off, so we all were able to share in the cooking, the pranks, the laughter; the telling of big tales or small ones, new ones or changed ones. The house was alive with an electrifying spirit.
Everyone pitched in for the massive cleanup and mountains of dishes to wash. We had a real assembly line going as there is not much room for movement. It was the most fun I've ever had doing dishes! And we used every dish towel I owned! (Tomorrow, I must remember to do laundry).
As late evening settled in, we gathered in the living room, languishing in the memories of today, from the bounty we all shared. Our bonds grew tighter, we were wrapped in an enormous camaraderie only the 11 of us will know.
*****
I'm pretty sleepy now as the clock shows 1:15 am.
4:30 is only a few winks away, but luckily, I can climb back into these sheets once I get Keith and Danny set and on their way for another long day on the ranch.
As I put my pencil down, I think about the bittersweet day that has past.

While we enjoyed our Thanksgiving feast together, we also gave our solemn prayers to those in Homestead, Florida who lives were cruelly, and forever changed.

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It has been 16 years today. I still remember it like it was yesterday.
The wonderful time the eleven of us shared together, packed into our home,
in the far away lands of Montana.
The snowfall, the love, the joy....and the sorrow for those in Florida.
Since that day, we have lost two of those special people who shared so much in our lives, who helped fill our hearts with memories~ that August of 1992.
Our Brother-in-law, Danny and Keith's Father, Clint.
We thank them....
and we will forever love and miss them....

(*PS...I still, to this day, do not completely unpack all of our boxes...one never knows what tomorrow's wind might blow our way!)

Friday, August 22, 2008

I made something....

...out of boredom today!

Check out your left sidebar. Maxine.
Some asked about my Salsa.
I replied....by creating this new idea.

Have a great day! Will see ya'll on the flip-flop!
(when I get a smooth sailing keyboard!)

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

As I Tumble Out of Bed This Morn...

...I wanted to HOOOWLLL!
(My etching of a wolf family~a passion of mine)
Just thought these wolves were fitting for the day's title!
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What next? My keyboard decided I should type in shorthand,
or some unspoken language but not English!
Had to order a new one...luckily, shipping from Staples
is cheaper than me driving to the closest one
...60 miles away-ONE way!
But of course, it won't be here for a few days.
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(this paragraph had to be one key at a time...HARD HANDED
& I still went back to insert missing letters & spaces!
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Even spellcheck couldn't figure out what the heck I was trying to say!
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Here is how the above paragraph first came to life
~from a keyboard with a mind of it's own:
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Wat ext?My kyboad deied Ishuld tye shrhand,or smeunpokn lnguage butnoEglis!
Hd toorer a ew oe...ucky, shipinfom Staps is heapr tha me rivig tohe clset one...6 mils aay-NE way! But o cors, it wo' be hre foa fe day.

OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!

The rest of the day? It only got worse!

(tell that tale when I regain control of this keyboard--oops the new one, at which time I will toss this one to the wolves!)

Ain't that the Cowboy Way???

Argh!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Git'er Done!


...when the pickings 'er ripe!

Today....

One batch of pickled beans...
....and more to get done!

(gotta get these done....& more Salsa... as a short week from now, Son will be heading East to Fargo! We will be swapping out jars... he brings the empties & I replenish with a fresh supply!) ...(and yes..many tears from ol' Mom will be smothered with humongous hugs from him...)
Hmmmm...wondering how he intends to get my empties back to me?


First Salsa of the year!

Tomatoes are really strutting their stuff....
for the grasshoppers & bunnies!
Just hope they leave enough for me....can't let the Son have ALL our Salsa!







Carrots, Beets, Tomatoes...

(Despite the "Invasion of the Bugs"...some are actually making it to the pantry shelves!)




And more beans.....


They are just starting to come on strong! Hopefully, we won't get an early frost before I have all we need put up! Two years ago that happened, & I was NOT a happy camper!





So.............this is my story & I'm sticking to it!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

I have been reading...

....the gift I received from Prof,
whilst I wait for a higher Internet connection speed.

(I fired DISH, by the way... the other day, for wasting my time & anticipation...for the numerous "no-show" days of unfulfilled obligation!)
I now wait for our local phone company, who provides Wild Blue also, without the 18 month contract. Yesterday, he came to determine where the contraption will be put without interferences.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe Monday..there is no promise.



This gifted book "Montana Women Writers...A Geography of the Heart" has entrapped me and completely enthralled me, from the Introduction, through the Preface and into the lives and stories of these women writers. No wee hour blogging, just the wee hours spent stepping back into time, reliving their lives, walking in their shoes and memories. Envisioning the portraits they've painted through their words.
I have been there. I have lived those times. I have felt those pains. I have endured those hardships. I have shared those joys and spent those tears. I have seen their visions and experienced their delusions.
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Today it is scorching, only to sear higher the next few days (so much for "The Breath of Fall...").
I decided to spend the day unearthing my journals, my jotted notes, my words in time. The boxes have become as traveled and tattered as I have. They've endured dusty trails, snow covered paths, leaking domains. They have rested in some uninhabitable places (to most) and withstood the exposure of weather.
Yet their contents remain vivid, so truly real, expressing emotions and events as though they are playing out today. I've never been organized in keeping them safe. Some are in incomplete journal books, while others may be scribbles on a torn piece of paper; written in half filled tablets of all sizes, and on notebook papers galore. They are in no particular order. I never meant to chronicle my life nor do I believe it could be.
Today, sitting on the floor, with dusty boxes and scatters of paper surrounding me.....
I have decided to put some of my life out "there"...thinking someday I could possibly put an order to it....
....but probably not!
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My life as Cowboy's Wife has seen no particular order or structure.
Life for me has been random.
Each day could have been a moment of yesterday, or relived a year ago.
My thoughts could be of a tomorrow not yet arrived or maybe the same of a decade ago.
My words show me that my life has been timeless. There was no beginning and there is no end. Circumstances, time, the heart and soul lead to the past, the present and the future.
They do not dissipate my life.
They are carefully wound around each other, some in twisted knots, and others smooth as silk...for they ARE who I am.
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From time to time...maybe more than not...
My words of time will be scrawled here..."From My Journals...."

Saturday, August 9, 2008

The Breath of Fall...

...is whispering against my cheeks!

This morning was cleansed by last night's storm.
The fields looked alive again, even in their golden state.
That which had become accustomed to wearing dusty green, had returned to it's natural glorious hue (which happens to be my favorite color!).
The air was crisp, the lawn littered with fallen leaves from Locust trees.
I dug deep into my dresser in search of a sweater, grabbed my abandoned slippers and headed for my front porch.
There, with the rich aroma of my morning coffee,
the quiet sounds of horses content with feed,
an inner sense of a season's end, surrounded my being.
I allowed the love, yet hate, thoughts to traverse my mind.

The many flowers are getting tired, the harassing weeds are prospering.
(Here, I take responsibility for the demise and regrowth thereof.)
The horses have begun shedding their summer coats.
The young quail are finally out and displaying their crests.
Trees are turning color and Chrysanthemums are budding.
The many nests have been abandoned, and the skies more dotted.
Pumpkins are becoming more orange each day;
Rhubarb is dying back quickly to replenish the Earth.

~This year....
As Winter's chill lingered on too long,
I yearned for Spring and the renewal of life!
As Summer's heat has drained my energy, I long for Fall's parade of colors!

~This year....
What seemed like a Winter that wouldn't quit,
it now feels like a Summer that needs some closure.

~This year....
It's only August, yet I welcome these early changes.


~This year....

Flashes lit up the horizons...

...and wreaked havoc below!!

WHAT a storm it was that passed through tonight!

Figures!

I had about 9 of your Blogs pulled, so far, loaded on separate tabs...computer, Internet, Blogger all seemed to be cooperating with me...I was loading 2 more as I was cooking supper. I planned to get as many uploaded & ready to read after eating without having that long waiting process of me perched in this hard chair, twiddling my thumbs & feeling anxiety scratching at my temples! My plan was working!

CRACKLE! BOOM!! CRASH!! KABAM!!

The power went out instantly!

"Dang it all!" was my first thought! after all that work,
now the computer and all the tabs are shut down!
Oh well....

One minute of solid crashes, bams, booms & crackling...the sky was lit up like day light! The house shuttered, the dogs searched for the deepest darkest corners...

Three minutes passed...no let up! Streaks etched themselves in vicious directions. Sheet lightning was piercing through the clouds.

It was ominous.

Cowboy calmly asked if our insurance was paid up on the house....
"yes of course!"
Is it enough to replace/rebuild?...
"I think so.. "
Good, he snickers, then let's hope it strikes us so we can down size this monstrous house!

Hubby was bootin' himself up to get ready for an animal stampede, I think. (he didn't tell me that, I'm just mentally preparing for the worse ya know!)

Me? I grabbed my purse, my cash stash, my car keys...and yes, LL, even my shoes! I placed them all by the door for immediate access should one of those angry streaks strike our house!

The rain was drenching...

I did take time to notice the wonderful smell rains provides when it is so rare to have.
Only for a moment though.
When the dust & chaff of summer is tempered...
Mmmm it's a fragrance that should be captured in a candle!

Five minutes are gone. It continues to stay bright outside!

We noticed the cows in the distance, launching themselves off the hillsides toward a draw.

The horses were squealing! Running! Carrying on (except two) stirring up dust & each other!

The thundering of their hooves were probably heard for miles around..if there was anyone that close to hear!

Even the chickens bolted from their nightly roosts & began squawking & flapping feathers around inside their coop!

Ten minutes; twenty minutes; 35 minutes long! That's how long this storm hovered overhead of us!

We have never seen the likes of before! The intensity was fierce!

I am thinking, luckily, there was some rain...
...luckily the wheat farmers ~in our area~ are done harvesting for the most part.
I do not smell the scent of smoke, nor do I see a red glow to the now darkness of night.

Morning could bring another story. ( I pray not!)
We already have 2 severely injured horses we are doctoring.
We don't need anymore!


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Other news....
I won a prize! I don't think I've ever won a single thing in my whole time on earth!
And it's all because I L-O-V-E my coffee!!!
(in case you haven't figured that out by now... )


More Importantly than winning this prize from The OriginalCoffeeCompanyOnline,
I have "Won" a very dear friend!!

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Just wondering...

...what life would be like IF...
  • Businesses were as accountable as they expect YOU to be!

DISH did NOT deliver my hi-speed Internet! (yet they took our $$!!) We only received a recorded message yesterday morning, very slurred & unable to decipher. I had to sit "on hold" for 1.5 hours for them to tell me there was a 'scheduling conflict'...no other explanation! Yet, we were to give them 24 hour notice IF we were to cancel or change!!

Our phone company won't credit us for all the 'down time' they've been providing us with, while they claim to be "providing" us with an internet connection!! :(

...what life would be like IF...

  • Living in the agricultural world really meant you don't "work"!

Over the period of the past 6 days, we have had 'visitors' that are either on vacation or just out 'cruising'. We do enjoy having company, don't get me wrong. BUT...this way of life, there is always work to be done! Sitting around visiting with people for hours on end~ does NOT pay the bills! We don't have that luxury of paid days off or vacations. Over the years, a lot of the people we've known that have "real jobs" as they call them, have always thought of us as having the 'easy life'...not a JOB per se, just a hobby! We are supposed to have free time all the time! I seriously doubt that if we showed up at their homes as they begin their day, or even at their lunch hour, that'd they would 'cancel' their jobs for the rest of the day just for us & to just kick back & visit for hours! I am sorry people...but if you are not relying on agriculture for your livelihood, please, be respectful of those who do! You may work 8-5, come home & have the rest of the evening to do as you please....but we don't! Our days are generally long, long days...and we need to make our living as the oppourtunities, the hours & the weather permits! I have to tell you a story here..........years ago, we bought 10 bare acres of old hay ground. There was No water, No power, No fences, No home....we lived in wall tents, camping as we built fences, corrals, drilled a well, added septic tank and we built a small home by ourselves. Hubby shoed horses & started colts by daylight in order to pay for everything as we went along. Come evenings, we worked until dark & beyond...on our Little House on the Prairie. Summers weren't long, & winter's heavy snowfalls could come early any given year. We had to work hard & fast! Looky-loos came around every day, amazed(?) at what we were doing, living like we were with 2 teenagers! Gawkers from the distance, looked through binoculars. One Saturday morning, we had a lot to accomplish by Monday as the septic system was going to be put where our "camp" was. It was 8:00 am and already, I had made 4 pots of coffee for the onlookers. Hubby had had it!! It was raining & time was ticking by fast! He came to the 'campsite' & sternly stated... "If you are here to help, grab one of these **tossing hamers, shovels, etc., ever so angrily at the ground** and get to work! If you are NOT here to help? Get the H*** out of here!" Of the 16 people standing around drinking cup after cup of coffee...only ONE person stayed! He worked all day along side of us and we accomplished our mission for Mondays schedule! THEN, & ony then, were we able to sit back & enjoy Sunday as a day off! He is a great friend to this day! No one else came around again to just sit back and watch! They either pitched in with helping hands, or they lurked in the background behind binoculars & yes even telescopes! When we had an actual roof over our heads late Fall, they did come to see what we'd accomplished without their help.

...what life would be like IF...

  • Families weren't strung out around the world do to the changing demands of careers but were close enough to have regular Sunday suppers at "Gramma's", family gathering for BBQ's, graduations, birthdays, holidays...as it used to be in an era gone by!

We live 4+ hours away from my folks & older Sister. Our daughter & her family are a hefty 24 hour drive away in So. Calif.! My younger Sister is in Minnesota (don't know how long of a drive??) My older Brother is in Montana; Hubby's Brother is 5+ hours away. And NOW...as of September 1st, our Son will be in Fargo, ND!! Today, he accepted the job with a Wind Farm Company to be their Development Manager...of 2 huge $500 million projects! He will be doing everything from land negotiations, to permitting, to community communication and education, responsible for portions of the P&L of the projects, working with State officials down to community officials. The first few months will be spent setting up the physical presence of the Company there in Moorhead with an office. Both sites are in Minn. across the border (N.D. has 'cheaper' state income tax than MN, so hence, he'll plant himself there.) He is soooo very excited for the huge challenge afore him! He has been stalemated at his current job & has waited for this opportunity! It's huge! It's in a very young, yet fast growing "industry"! We are truly excited & happy for him....yet that means he won't be driving home on a long weekend for some of Mom's home cooking (he always puts in his "order" before he comes over) or to raid my pantry of my garden's bounty. It means he won't be spending as many holidays with us, or he won't be able to come to help us build fence, cut firewood, etc, etc....ya know, all the things they HAD to help with when growing up & growled about, yet now, they WANT to help you with those things! I know my Sister & her family, in Minnesota, are finally going to have the opportunity to get to know him. He will no doubt be going to her house for Thanksgiving etc! It will only be a 4 hour drive for him! We are extremely proud of our kids! They both worked jobs to put themselves through college, as we could not afford to help them. Our Son has 2 BA degrees, has traveled the world as a civilian & as an Officer in the USMC (he is currently up for Major ~ IRR status (Inactive Reserve Ready)). Our Daughter is an elementary teacher, her hubby is a Principal & they both have their Masters. We don't begrudge the kids at all for their career choices & places their lives have taken them, we only wish society wasn't so "mobile" these days, so their careers could have kept them closer to their roots...and us!

...what life would be like IF...

  • The "C" (cancer) word did not extist!

In the past 13 years, we have lost 37 close friends & family members. That is a huge number! 32 of them have been to that "C" word!

It has been confirmed, my Dad has cancer. Tomorrow, he is scheduled for a PET scan to determine his options; to what extent if any, has it spread; is it small cell or non-small cell; fast growing or slow growing.

I hate this disease!

We lost Cowboy's Dad 2 years ago to it. My Dad is an extremely positive person, and he told me last week that he still plans to live to at least 100 ! I hope he does!!

~The battle is on!

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...what life would be like IF...

  • Blogging hadn't been discovered on my computer by this curious country gal!

I wouldn't have met all of you! !! And I so enjoy reading your blogs, about your lives, your interests & your humor!...........when my phone connection cooperates, when I don't have a 'virus' or a 'worm', and when Blogger doesn't hate me! Seems as of late...that's all I get ! I will get caught up with you!

2:50 a.m. Friday....later....GRRrrrrr...as I've tried tonight to track you all down & check up on you, easily, I got to 3 of you...and was able to get to your comments...then, for who knows what reason.........I could find your sites, but unable to load the comment section! I'm going to bed now and hope my luck changes tomorrow!!

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Blogger? Dial up?

Nothing but problems!!
Don't even know if this will post!
Hopefully, Wednesday...all will be well & working properly!
I have tried visiting you out there in the Blog world, even posted comments! Yet, all seems to want to freeze up on me!

Saturday, August 2, 2008

A Midnight Rendezvous...

...gone sour!
Hangin' his head low, scuffing his feet & kicking pebbles with each step he took...
a young feller saunters up our drive at dawn....
Trouble weighed heavy on his shoulders...
He's working harvest, driving combine for a neighboring farmer.
Since harvest starts with the rising of the sun & ends a day~ long after sunset,
this young man has been camped out down by the creek in a tent with a BBQ & cooler. It's saving him a bundle of money from having to commute 45 miles each way, each day.
Scared~is written across his brow.
His hands were wringing themselves into knots.
A whisper~is all his vocal cords allowed.
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"Morn'n Cowboy" he begins...
"I am so sorry.."
"I was on my cell phone late last night, walking the distance to find the "can you hear me now" spot.."
"Brindle was ahead of me, nose to the ground.."
"And then he was GONE!!"
"I hung the phone up & chased after him with my flashlight a waving."
"No lights were glowing in your windows, all looked tucked in."
"I knew you kenneled your dogs at night, and there was not a howl to be heard."
"A feeling came over me telling me that I'd better have a look about anyway, so I dodged the lilacs & a sprinkler still watering your lands; stumbled over a stump & landed in the briars."
"I called to Brindle as loud as I dared"
"There was still not a growl! and I hated to prowl...."
"As I unwound myself from a roll of wire behind your garage..."
"I recognised the sound that chain link makes when bumped..."
"Seems as Brindle scaled the 6 ft. in a flash.."
"I am so sorry Cowboy!"
"I was too late!"
"The glow from my flashlight found Brindle~who had found Millie!"
"Racing around to find the gate, I rushed in & tried my best to stop them!"
"I am so sorry, Cowboy!"
"I was too late!"
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~~~FREE PUPPIES! ~~~coming soon!

~~~WRONG!~~~
~~~WRONG! ~~~
We called our Vet Tech friend, Rae, who works at WSU Vet hospital...
"Have they come up with a "day after pill" for canines yet??
.....Please, please say Yes!"
Sadly she says "Sorry but No..."

WHAT A DISASTER!
Cowboy's Gotta Make a Decision!
~~~Danged Dogs ~~

"Mr. Hustler Brindle" & "Miss Hussy Millie"
WILL NOT BE havin' puppies...ever!
Imagine this....
Registered Border Collie
crossed with:
are ya ready?
??????????????
GRrr
GRrrr
GRrrrrr
GRrrrrrr
GRrrrrrrr
Pit Bull
What's that give you...a good hard biting stock dog?
A Border Bull?
A Collie Pit?
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Nope...what it gives you is one spayed Border Collie
which now matters not that she's papered!!
What it also gives you is another huge gouge in the already thin Cowboy wallet!
**All for a Midnight Trist!**

Friday, August 1, 2008

Company, Clients & Chaos...

...meant I had to spend my day like this!
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Once in awhile, life requires indoor chores as well!
Thanks Sarah...for the pix :)