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! ...​ ​​​​​​​


Showing posts with label Tears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tears. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

I Feel I Should Clarify...

I don't normally allow rivers to fall from my soul!
But do you all know how many tears you caused to fall while reading
your comments and many, many emails filled with questions, concerns & prayers?!
(I thought my dams had been built "Ford-Tough" to withstand anything!)
But I truly feel a deep indebtedness for your thoughts & well wishes.
Having built so many wonderful friendships here,
gives me hope! And fills my heart with peace!
You can't imagaine how thankful I am to have gotten to 'know' you!
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Now, let me clarify some things in our life...
seeing as how I've opened up so much already to this 'invisible' world...
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We are NOT waving the white flag of surrender...yet!
We have NOT lost our home or land...yet, and truly hope that doesn't happen!
We ARE survivors! We've been to Hell and back many times throughout our years together and we've always come back tougher, standing on firmer ground.
Of course we are older each time and strength can diminish with age ;(
But for strength, we have faith & we have each other...
and the deepest love for one another that cannot be severed...by anything!
Here's some pieces to the puzzle of Our Life that are NOT in "Our Life" page..
(I'm sorry the following explanation is so lengthy, I just don't know how else to clarify our life)
Debts?
We have a very small mortgage payment, thanks to our sale in AZ at just the 'right' time!
(which includes property taxes & insurance)...equivalent to less than most rents!
  1. Utilities
  2. Vehicle insurance (required)
  3. Bare Bones medical insurance
That's it ...!
What could we cut out?
  1. TV Dish Satellite
  2. Wild Blue Internet
  3. Medical insurance ???
That's it ...!
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Neither Cowboy or I were "born into" the agricultural world.
Nor were we "born into" money.
We have shared a mutual vision, a dream and a passion for the Pioneering spirit & lifestyle.
That is how we built the foundation of our lives together.
  • We have lived in the rugged N. Central Cascades running a pack outfit.
  • We have worked for and on ranches.
  • Cowboy (w/ Zig & Zag -our original Border Collies) managed the "backside" of the Okanogan Livestock Sales Yard.
  • Cowboy managed a feedlot in Buckeye, AZ.
  • Cowboy has been a certified Farrier for 25+ years.
  • Cowboy has started colts for 25+ years.
  • Cowboy has 'day worked' for ranchers every chance he's had.
  • Cowboy worked & lived on dairies growing up; loaded and unloaded semi's of hay.
  • We both even worked for an animal pharmaceutical company in Toppenish until they went bankrupt.
  • We have bought, built, remodeled & sold places where we maintained our Pioneer spirit & Ag lifestyle.
  • We have been sued...and lost...because some jerk didn't like driving by our covered arena! (They happened to have had more money than us, to keep the battle going!)

Our lives have been completely encompassed in the agricultural world. Agricultural lives means work! It requires a passion, dedication and fortitude. We thrived in our lives! The only time in all these years that Cowboy 'stayed home' from work was when he broke his back on the ranch in MT. and after having a heat stroke in AZ. Other broken bones or illnesses never stood in our way from a days work!

When we moved here, we were given the opportunity to fulfill our dream of having cattle. A rancher from the west side of the State was being "squeezed out". Cowboy had always been like a son to John. Keith had worked for him years ago and we've stayed close friends. None of John's sons or grandsons were interested in the cattle business to pass it on to, and being in his late 70's , wanting to semi-retire, he made us an offer we could not pass up. With purebred Shorthorn stock, he made it possible for us to have a jump start into our lifelong dream.

We moved into this community of longtime farmers and ranchers. The closest "city" is 35 miles away with a population of 2,800. Just our kind of home!

We don't own enough land to support a herd so we leased summer ranges, then winter fed, calved in Feb/March on the home grounds to make it work.
This community has quickly continued to shrink in population. Yet there happens to be a large feedlot (somehow connected to Agri-Beef) that consumes all the lands that come available or the farmer's families turn theirs over into CRP (not grazeable).
A year ago this month, just as Cowboy was headed out the drive to pay for our winter feed, I made him sit down to my black and white figures on paper.
(He was living with blinders on, desperate to bring our dreams to fruition)
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Leased ground was becoming less available & what was left to lease, was becoming too costly...because of the feedlot!
Hay prices were soaring, fuel was creeping higher...it was NOT possible to break even with these conditions, let alone build the herd numbers up!
I insisted we sell out. He had to agree. We did, however, keep two back.
(Oh how I miss the calving time! That was always my favorite time of year!)
Cowboy proceeded out of the drive, he paid for the winter feed we needed for horses.
NOT cattle. It just was not in the cards for us.
Since coming back to Washington, he has "day worked" for ranchers and even the feedlot. But starting colts was to be our mainstay. Over the years, Cowboy has built a reputation and earned great respect from his clientele...80% of the colts he starts are for ranchers from 3 states. He's been upfront, honest & fair to them. He has not been greedy by taking in more horses than we needed to pay our bills; nor to jeopardize the quality of his work. He has not charged the ranchers the higher prices that others charge; and he has given them back horses that are safe, dependable and can get the job done that's expected of these animals.

..... AND THEN .....

On October 7th, Cowboy headed north to the Okanogan country again.
The purpose was three-fold.
1) to return 2 colts to a rancher that he had started.
2) to GIVE away one of our horses, to a 73 year old rancher who's 27 year old horse was failing.
3) to help some friends gather cattle off of their summer ranges for the week.


That morning before he left, 3 other horses he had started were picked up by their owners. The plan was that upon Cowboy's return that following week, (which is last week now) more horses would be arriving as had been scheduled throughout the winter.
The economy was taking a nose-dive fast and hard!
Two hours after he headed north, the phone began to ring.... "I'm sorry, but we can't afford..." ~~...."..maybe later, if things get better".... etc. etc. By the end of that week, all of his scheduled horses for the winter months had cancelled.
Do you remember that post "T'Was a S.A.D. Saturday" ?
We had managed to get all of our winter feed in here that week for the horses scheduled throughout the winter. Paid for.
The only horse that will remain here now, is that stallion, Bro, whose owner is in Hawaii.
He will leave this next Spring...if we hang on that long.

Since Cowboy's return from the North country, we have been doing survival maneuvers....
What? you might be asking...
We had to make the fateful decision, that any critter that did not 'pay' for itself, but instead, costs us money.. must leave!

  • GAVE away 2 Border Collies (both less than 2 yr old, they will now have 'jobs')
  • GAVE the goats away (no purpose having them since there's no dogs to train )
  • GAVE away 2 more horses, one more yet to go (that'll make 4 GIVEN away)
  • GAVE the chickens away (saves us winter feed and electricity for heat & light)
  • The 2 remaining cows? no decision yet...


It has been a strange week, a hard transition,
and leaving us with a very sad, emptiness in our hearts, our lives!
Everything has happened so fast! We are still numb..but we WILL find our way.


Monday, September 1, 2008

I got lost...

...this past week, in a time warp!


Before I knew what blew over me,
it's become Monday....again!
Do you ever have those days, weeks, or months,
where your plans and intentions
are bigger than reality?
My "list" of things needing done was overwhelming.
As it turns out, I hurried aimlessly, accomplishing nothing! Each item seemed a huge project of its own, an unwanted burden.
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The more I thought about the "list"...scurrying about to achieve something, the less I did! I actually created more things to do by being so haphazard.

I will blame it on our Sons visit....Thursday.
I cleaned and baked and prepared his favorite foods.
Enthusiasm and anticipation was my driving force Monday through Wednesday.

And then he was gone...Friday.

I will blame my inabilities Saturday & Sunday to my sadness.
A selfish unknown as to when our next visit will be.

Here it is Monday again, our Son emailed this morning,
he'll be pulling into Fargo about the time I get this written.
He is full of excitement and nervousness about the huge new project in his life.

I just checked and my "list" is still intact!
No fairy came along in the night to scratch things off of it.

So with drudgery and diligence, I must tackle one thing at a time!
I must realize some productivity this week!
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...AND, I must go 'visiting'! I don't know what's going on around the world!
I hope I haven't missed out on too much.
(if I have the energy after my battle with the List!)

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.....