Archive for the ‘Idaho’ Category

Halloween catch-up

November 3, 2009

In between editing shoots, my Photoshop class assignments, and the crazy week of Halloween, I have not updated this blog with anything other than Photography stuff.

I’m actually in the process of developing a separate blog specifically for photography which I hope to be up and running by Thanksgiving.  I miss posting about my regular life and all the blase things that are going on.

Halloween was a success.  We have a ton of candy hanging around, and even more wrappers.  The candy fairy may have to pay us a visit soon.

Here are some pics of a dead ventriloquist, Charles Bronson, a true Jedi, and Ron Weasley…

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Hope you had a fantastic Halloween!

Whew! It's official…

June 5, 2009

Summer is Here!

We attended one Preschool Graduation:

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One fifth grade graduation:

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An Eighth Grade Awards Ceremony where she won an  award from her English teacher:

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And the annual neighborhood end-of-the-school-year party.

There’s a big water fight at the bus stop with kids, parents, dogs, grandparents, and friends with a barbeque afterward.  The official summer kick-off!

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The Annual Street Dance is tonight.  Better break out the sweatshirts.  It’s gonna be cold.  More pictures to come…

Have a wonderful weekend!

My Nutty Rebuttal

April 30, 2009

I hate getting nasty comments.  Don’t you?

This is the first time it’s actually happened to me, but I hate it all the same.  As soon as I it popped in my inbox,  I spouted off a reply and hit send only to receive a “failure to deliver” notice.  Apparently Allison didn’t want me replying to her comment.  At that point I had to take my 8 year-old to school so I let Allison’s email simmer in my mind during the drive to school and back.  By the time I got home, I had decided that her concerns were valid and that I might not have done an adequate job explaining my last, unusually graphic, post.

Since you are probably eager to see said nasty concerned comment and since I really do want Allison to hear my opinion (despite the fact that she left an erroneous email) here it is:

Usually I enjoy your posts but certainly not that one.  I do hope the animals were given some sort of pain relief for the castration.  Your photos seem to show little or no humane treatment.   I guess you’re a real rancher now.  woo hoo

Allison (Ali34@gmail.com)

To which I responded with this email (which sits in my inbox because it bounced):

Allison,
I’m sorry you did not enjoy my post.  It sounds like you’ve never attended this type of ranching event.  I did not specify, but intend to in my next post, the process of castration in this case.  While it can be done in a less humane way, the ranchers here do bloodless castration which is where they place a rubber band around the testicles of the young bulls.  They seem not to notice the band once it is placed.  (Being roped and held down by the ranchers bothers these young steers more than the actual banding.)  The testicles, over time, shrivel up and drop off.  I suppose, in  theory, it could be done in an operating room under general anesthesia at a vet’s office but, general anesthesia carries its own risks and when you are doing several dozen calves at a time, it  just isn’t practical nor is it cost effective.
I am not officially a rancher (”woo hoo”) as I did not assist in the castration and branding and I do not own any cattle.  But ranching is a way of life and a livelihood for many people in this area.  They love what they do and take pride in the health and well-being of their animals, unlike many of the huge feedlots and processing plants in the cattle industry.  This particular day in the life of a cow or calf is probably the most disconcerting of their lives but it is important and necessary in the processing of cattle on a small ranch.  I know the fellows who participated  personally and know they are passionate in what they do and how they do it.
I appreciate your concern in your comment and I hope this helped alleviate some of that.  And I hope you stop by the blog again.

There are four reasons I chose to share this with you all:

First, if you are going to leave me a nasty comment, please leave a valid email so we can hash it out in private.

Second, before moving to the country I would probably have written that same comment had I come across a posting like this one.

Third, I realize from the pictures, you can’t tell what method of castration is being used and could very well have looked like they were being removed via scalpel and emasculator. (the less humane way of removing the “goods”)

Fourth, I’m in the middle of a fascinating book all about where our food comes from and I can now appreciate the value of  a healthy grass-fed beef cow, the likes of which these small ranchers raise.  The book is called The Omnivore’s Dilemma:

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If you haven’t read it, I HIGHLY recommend it!  It’s eye opening to know where your food comes from and what percentage of your food is actually food.  Honestly, you’d be surprised.  A small portion of the book is dedicated to the beef industry in this country.  It’s long and complicated but in a nutshell it summarizes how cattle are biologically designed to eat and digest grass.  But to get the cattle fattened up and ready for slaughter quicker, they are made to eat corn which is extremely unhealthy and inhumane and creates numerous disease threats to the animal as well it’s consumer.

After reading that, I am fully committed to supporting our local small cattle ranchers who feed their steers what they are designed to eat and treat them as more than merely a commodity.

Now, off my soapbox.

Here are a few pics of the kids bottle feeding the neighbor’s two calves.  We really are coming to enjoy and appreciate life in the country.

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Now, I will leave this sordid bull castration subject in the dust, never to be blogged about again, and ride my trike off into the sunset.

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If you are a rancher and would like to correct, add to, or further enlighten us on what I said in this post, please don’t be afraid to leave a comment.  I promise to be nice. Bruce?  Lane?

Happy Thursday!

Weekend in Review

April 6, 2009

A quick recap of our weekend before heading out to restock our grocery supplies and tackle the laundry.

Friday was spent preparing for Erik’s birthday party.  Although it would have been nice to invite ALL his friends, I’ve learned over the years to not go overboard. Your age in years equals the number of friends invited.  Every extra kid increases the volume of the party by the power of 10.

He didn’t want a theme so I came up with a theme anyway because, how do you plan a party without a theme?  He wanted to play all kinds of GAMES so,

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became the theme.  I made this cake:

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The kids decorated bags for their “goodies”:

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They popped many many balloons:

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Wrapped each other up like mummies:

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And time spent at our house wouldn’t be complete without breaking out the light sabers:

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We had a gorgeous weekend.  Twice a year our Church holds its General Conference which is broadcast worldwide.  So we spent Saturday and Sunday listening to our leaders uplift and inspire us.

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Despite the wind, the sun shone and the temperature creeped toward warm.

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So between sessions of Conference we worked on the project of the moment (which sadly isn’t the chicken coop...yet).  Ralf and my brother-in-law Jeff built these awesome garden boxes a couple weekends ago.  We finally filled them with dirt, spread gravel between them, and added dog-proof fencing this weekend.   All ready to plant.

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Living in a wind tunnel and having an utter lack of trees  creates the ideal setting for kite flying.  Erik broke out his new one and gave it a try:

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On the off-chance you think I’ve given up on the chicken coop project, think again.  We took a little research trip over to our friends’ place who built their own darling red hen house.  Hubby was impressed and inspired to build one of his own.  I’ll keep you posted on the progress.

They also have two friendly goats that Will has taken fondly to.  Here he is enjoying a little fresh air on the farm.  The goats may not share the fondness judging by the part where one of them butts Will with his horns.

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Off to Win-Co and piles of dirty underwear.

Happy Monday!!!

Coop du jour…

March 31, 2009

Thanks for all the comments and congrats on our milestones last week.  Ashley and the baby are headed home today.  I can’t wait to get out there and see them, hopefully soon.  I’ve got much more time this week to spend catching up on laundry, bills, phone calls, and…

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Research on my current obsession.  I read all your comments on farm animal suggestions.  I appreciate all the stories of your past farm animal experiences.  The uncles and aunts and grandparents who were brave enough to go down the farm road.

I’m afraid the last option “Toss the whole idea out the window and get a pool” won out.  Unfortunately, I was just kidding about that.  That wasn’t actually a real option, although someday it would be fun to have my own pool.  Maybe when we’re living in a warm and tropical climate instead of out on the frozen tundra of  Idaho.  As they say, When in Rome, do as the Romans do, and the Romans here keep farm animals.

So, after much hand-wringing and intense debate visiting the local hatchery, we’ve decided to get:

Chickens!

Why?  Because:

  1. They’re cheap to purchase and to feed
  2. They lay eggs so they contribute
  3. Hens aren’t loud
  4. Their poop is much smaller than any of the other animals in the running
  5. Kids can carry them around
  6. They don’t look at all like their barbeque counterparts so I think I can keep the two separate in my brain
  7. They fertilize the lawn and eat bugs and weed seeds

Now that we’ve made the decision, I need your help. Right around Easter is chick time.  So I have to work quick if we’re gonna be ready when chicks are plentiful.  I’ve located the chicks and the chicken feed.  Now I need the:

COOP!

I’ve spent far too much time scouring the internet for ideas. Here’ what I’ve come up with:

I know what I DON’T want:

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Now, I know chickens can live practically anywhere that’s warm and dry and they don’t care what their coop looks like.  But I DO!  I want something aesthetically pleasing.  Something cute and functional.  Something that says,

“I’m not a farmer, but I think chickens are cute and it would be fun to get some, but only if I can have a cute coop to put them in.”

So, I’ve narrowed down my choices.  I have to give Hubby my final decision this weekend so he can get to work on it ASAP:

car-coop#1      The Car Coop.  Which, honestly isn’t even in the running because I’m not that into cars and we don’t have a spare rear end of a vintage car to work with.  But I thought it was an interesting “theme” idea.

japanese#2    Along with the “theme” idea, how about this Japanese coop?  OK, again, not really in the running.  Although we’re big fans of sushi, we’re not Japanese, we’ve never been to Asia, and our house has not a stitch of Asian flair to it.  A little piece of Japan in Idaho?  I think not.

dog-house#3    Now this is more practical.  It’s made from a pre-fab dog house.  It’s got more of an Idaho feel.  It’s pretty cute, but I’d paint it red.

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#4   Another very practical coop.  Probably the most affordable option.  Not sure it would withstand the gale force winds we’ve had here lately though.

tractor#5   This is what you call a chicken tractor.  It’s mobile so you can move it around the yard and the chickens eat the bugs and weed seeds while fertilizing the lawn.  Ingenious concept.  But I’m looking for a little more color.

mobile-stagecoach#6   Definitely more color.  Again, mobile.  Note the wheels.  Likely to withstand the winds.  I like the red.

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#7   A cuter version of the chicken tractor.  I like the shingled roof.  The exterior box is where the hens lay the eggs.  Just lift the lid to collect them.

cluckingham-palace#8   Check out this beauty!  Mobile.  Cute. Flower boxes.  Sturdy.  It could pass for a playhouse to the HOA KGB.

large-coop#9   OK, it’s not mobile but it sure is fabulous.  Check out the details.  A kickplate on the door.  An exterior light.  The white trim, which I love. I don’t know.   This might make a better guest house than a chicken coop.

new-england#10   I’m trying really hard to hold back any bias so I can eek an honest opinion out of you, but…BUT…BUTI LOVE THIS ONE!!! It speaks to the New Englander in me.  It’s not red, but it has white clapboard siding and a windowed cupola up top!  What more could I ask for?  But don’t let me sway you in any way…  Give me your honest opinions…

eglu#11   And if all this is just too “country” for you, all you pool voters out there, I offer you the Eglu. It’s the iMac of chicken coops.  It comes to you via UPS with the chickens and the chicken feed all ready to go.  It’s easy to clean and comes in a variety of bright and fun colors.  I was a big fan until I found out I’d have to shell out almost $800 to acquire one.  That’s a lot of eggs and chickens I could buy.  But if cost effectiveness isn’t a priority, have at it!

So, help me decide.

Which one do you like the best?

A Whirlwind of a Week…

March 29, 2009

Whew!  It’s been quite a week!

I’ve been away from the blog because we’ve had a lot going on.  Here’s an extensive recap:

Last week my foreigner husband concluded the extensive process of becoming legal.  After almost 25 years living in the United States, he finally decided to become a U.S. citizen.  It has taken almost a year of paper work and interviewing to get to the final swearing-in ceremony.  But he made it, and passed the final interview.  I went with him to record history.swearing-in-group

Can you spot the only Austrian in the group?

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Two things stood out to me when I was watching the whole procedure.  The first was when the Master of ceremonies, a career government guy, was asked if certain seats were being saved for the translators.  To which he replied:

Translators? Ma’am, this is for your U.S. Citizenship.  There will be no translators at this ceremony.guy

The other was when this guy, the second-in-command Master of Ceremonies began his patriotic speech with this:

I love this country.  You wanna know why I love this country so much?  Because we don’t take no crap from nobody!flag

We’re coming to America,

We’re coming to America,

TODAY!

Congratulations Hubby!

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Later that day, for Erik’s birthday, we trekked over to the Discovery Center of Idaho and played with lots of science.

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My sister Jennifer, and her family came out for the weekend to celebrate Erik’s 8th birthday and baptism with us.

It was the perfect way to end our 11 days of Spring Break.

Guess where I took them?

Yep, the same theater.  We caught the premiere of Monsters vs. Aliens for $2.50 a piece!

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Both of my sisters are fans of Bakerella.  Do you know her?  She makes incredible desserts, one of which is the cake pop.  After a morning of sweating to The 30 Day Shred followed by the Bar Method, we felt we’d earned a treat so we tried our hand at making cake pops.  Needless to say, they were a little trickier than they sounded and we ended up with 12 finished pops and 2 trays full of cake balls on sticks.  I think I’ll leave the cake pops up to Bakerella from now on.

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I’m kind of a little bit obsessed with chicken coops right now.  More about that in my next post.  So I took Jennifer to the hatchery down the road to check out their selection of farm fowl.  They were completely sold out of chicks but they did have these ducks.

Isn’t this little one adorable?

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No, we didn’t make any purchases. It’s all part of my research.  Soon enough.  Soon enough…

The kids had the best time hanging out with their cousins.

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We can’t wait to see them again in 2 weeks!

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Yesterday was Erik’s baptism.  He looked so handsome in his new suit and tie.  His dad baptised and confirmed him. There was such a strong Spirit during the baptism as well as the confirmation.  These little kids are so sweet and innocent.  The Spirit just emmanates from them.  It was a wonderful day that we won’t soon forget.

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Per Eriks request, after his baptism we all went to IHOP for a dinner of french toast, pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, omelettes, and fried shrimp.  YUM!  We were stuffed and happy.

Better break out those work-out DVDS again tomorrow.

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And in the midst of all the weekend activities, our little sister Ashley gave birth to her first baby.  After a slow and unprogressive day of laboring, she ended up having a c-section.  But he’s here and he’s absolutely adorable.

Welcome to the world Hudson

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Born March 27 11:57 pm

9 lb. 4 oz.   20 inches

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Congratulations Ashley & Nick

Now I can’t wait to get my hands on him!  There’s nothing like a new baby.

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So, that was last week in a nutshell.  It was jam packed with excitement.  We had a great time with my family and missed my mom who was out helping with the new baby. We made lots of memories and shared some milestones.  Here’s to back to school and a less eventful week.

Happy Monday!!!

Vintage Girls’ Night Out: Do’s and Don’ts

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When your new friends ask you and your daughter out for a Girls’ Night Out to the movies:

Don’t: Forget to pop the kettle corn before you leave because you know how outrageously expensive theater popcorn is.

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Do: Become giddy with joy because you haven’t been invited out with “just the girls” since you moved there.

When you find out you’ll be going to the 1918 movie theater in the small town where your friend grew up:

Don’t: Even try to image what this place will be like because you, suburban girl, have  never experienced anything like it.

Do: Bring your camera along.  There are bound to be plenty of photos ops for the blog.

When you arrive in town and offer to share your kettle corn with the others and they politely decline with the intention of buying their own bags:

Don’t: Take it personally.

Do: Think they’ve lost their minds! and have forgotten that theater popcorn costs an arm and a leg.  Aren’t we supposed to be pinching pennies here, Ladies?

When you walk across the street to the theater:

Don’t: Miss it.  And don’t mention that the only sign is written on an erasable white board.

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Do: Keep it to yourself that the doors remind you of a saloon.

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As you step inside to the ticket counter:

Don’t: Ask the ticket girl twice if she’s sure the pricing on the sign is correct.

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Do: Put your $20 away.  The cost for the two of you is a mere 5 bucks.

When you accidentally glance at the concession stand prices:

Don’t: Stand there with your mouth open.

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Do: Non-challantly stuff your kettle corn further into your bag and splurge on two candies and a drink for $3.50.

After finding your seats:

Don’t: Look for the handy dandy cup holders.  These are vintage, velvet-covered 1970-something theater seats.

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Do:  Remember to use your camera.

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Right before the movie rolls:

Don’t: Be surprised when the owner walks to the front and welcomes everyone, reminds you to turn off your cell phones, and then checks the thermostat before turning down the lights.

Do: Settle in and and enjoy the only warm theater you can ever remember sitting in.

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At the end of the movie:

Don’t: Forget to take some pictures of the authentic Frontier decor, rusty saws and all.

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Do: Take the  friendly owner up on his offer of  a private tour of the building, including the original stage behind the screen, the dressing rooms and boiler rooms in the basement, and the balcony and reel room upstairs. (Even if it seems there is not a more perfect location for shooting  a grisly slasher flick)

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At the end of the evening:

Don’t: Let your friend take you home without a quick hometown tour of this itty-bitty frontier town.

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Do:  Thank your friends for an amazingly vintage night out on an historical Idaho town!

Happy Wednesday!

We’re on Sick Day #10 with at least one sick kid at home and there’s no end in sight.  I can’t wait for spring.  Everyone has taken a turn except for me, knock on wood.  Jack, the generous kid he is, has taken one for the team by hanging onto his fever for 7 days.  As much as I love spending time with him, the milk is a week past its expiration, the bread is moldy and we’re out of ice cream.  I need to get things done.  So, I threw in the towel and took him to the closest Urgent Care office to see if we could get our hands on something more potent than Motrin.

At the front desk I picked up a business card to add to the collection in my wallet.  You never know when you’ll be asked to jot down your doctor’s info on the spur of the moment.  As I was rooting around looking for a vacant slot in which to stick  it, I noticed the doctor’s name.  (Now keep in mind, even though this is somewhat closer to the big city, I still consider it Rural Idaho.)  His name was:

Dr. Rusty Dodge

No joke.  And he was the real deal.  Just what you would’ve expected.  We liked him.

Thanks for the antibiotics Dr. Dodge!

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In other news:

My second article came out today in our little tiny local paper.  Again, not yet online so I’m sharing it here:

I’m not a native Idahoan. I grew up in Michigan, New York, and along the Long Island Sound in a small town in Connecticut. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been camping. I’ve never shot a gun or driven a tractor or ridden a horse that hadn‘t been rented for a birthday party.

My husband isn’t from Idaho either. He grew up in Austria and Brazil. He went to high school in the same coastal town in Connecticut as me.  He’s more likely to have wrangled big snakes in Brazil than cows (You do wrangle cows, right?).

After getting married we lived in California for 10 years in suburban tract homes with small well-manicured yards. Our idea of a big yard at that time was when we upgraded from a quarter of an acre to a third . We owned a push mower and a few hand tools. We knew how to mow and blow and trim the rosemary bushes.

How things have changed.

The decision to move to Idaho was lengthy. We were looking for a slower lifestyle with a little more elbow room and a neighborhood full of kids. After a bit of house hunting, we made the decision to build and went in search of a lot. It didn’t take long before we found the kid-filled neighborhood.  Then the decision came down to two lots.  The small one with room enough for a trampoline, swing set, and garden.  Or the bigger one with room for all that plus a pasture for farm animals. Well, I guess the idea of owning our own pasture with honest-to-goodness livestock sounded exotic to us. We went with the big lot.

So…here we are. Suburbanites who’ve found ourselves smack dab in the middle of rural Idaho.

WHAT WERE WE THINKING?

Not a day goes by that something doesn’t happen or someone doesn’t say something that reminds me of just how out of our element we are here.

Take, for example, this conversation I had with our neighbor right after moving in.   I was in the midst of a flurry of boxes and paper, attempting to unpack our pots and pans when I realized I was missing a child. I cleared a pathway to the front door and set out in search of my son who I assumed was off playing with one of the many neighborhood children.

I knocked next door.

Me: Hi!  How are you?

Neighbor: Oh, hey there!  How’s the unpacking going?

Me: Oh, you know.  It seems like it’s never-ending.

Neighbor: So, are you planning on fencing that pasture of yours and getting some animals?

Me: Umm… Yeah, I think so. We don’t know much about animals though.  I think we’ll have to do a little research first.  You know.  Read some books.  Google “farm animals”. Find out what kind of livestock we can…wrangle…I guess.

Neighbor (trying not to look too puzzled by my choice of vocabulary): Well you can get llamas for pretty cheap. A buddy of mine bought 2 llamas at the auction awhile back. Fifteen bucks for both.

I hadn’t thought about llamas.  They’re pretty cute.  The kids might like them.  And as far as I knew, llamas didn’t require any wrangling.

Me: Oh yeah?

Neighbor: Yeah. He took them home and put ‘em in his pasture. One of them kept jumpin’ the fence though. So, they shot it.  And then they ate it.

Awkward silence…

Me (with eyes wide): Really?… Umm… You haven’t by chance seen a little blond boy about this tall?  Answers to the name of Erik…

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Happy Thursday!

Things we did this week:

Took one 4 year-old with me to a church meeting dressed (all day long) like this:

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Decorated the house with a little Valentine Spirit:

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“Helped” Ralf and the boys make this cake for the Cub Scout Blue and Gold Banquet.

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Cheered with the elementary kids as the Special Olympics Torch Run came through town.

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But spent many hours writing and rewriting my first ever article for a monthly column I’ll be writing for our little local paper.   More on that to come.

Now, if I could just stop eating “two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun…”

(But the day old frosting is the perfect mix of crisp on the outside and creamy on the inside.  GAH!)

Happy Friday!!!

Yeah!  Our good friends from California meandered their way past the farmsteads and pastures to visit us this weekend.  We gave them a tour of our “quaint” town and talked, and talked, and talked.  It was wonderful.  We hope the ruralness  didn’t  scare them too much and that they’ll come back again.

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What does a date night consist of when you live where we do?  Sometimes we trek out to the big grocery store and stock up for the week.  Anti-climatic, I know.  But practical.  Sometimes we do the typical dinner and a movie.  No matter where you live, I think a cinema can be found, even around here.  And sometimes we pick up chinese  food and watch the latest Netflix movie.

This weekend we decided to forego the norm and do something more befitting our locale.

We hit the local RV Show!

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We saw pop-up campers, swanky cruise buses, tear drop campers, toy haulers, fifth wheels, luxury travel trailers, and even some tent trailer hybrids.  There were deals to be made and cheesy salesmen to make them.  But in the end we decided we could stay in some pretty nice hotels many times over for the price we’d have to pay to sleep in the same spot we’d spent all day traveling in.

So we left the world of RVing behind, hopped in our Tahoe and went out for sushi.

imagesHappy MLK weekend!